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It was a normal night in the Garden, apart from the starless sky. Amamiya wandered the edge of the Wild Places, unable to sleep. Some nights were worse than others, and this was a bad one. Hopefully, the night air would clear her head.

Suddenly, the air split above her, forming a set of flat, glowing hexagons. And through them emerged a woman, a woman with short blonde hair, strange eyes, and an odd, futuristic outfit. Despite the physical alterations demanded by the Garden, Amamiya recognized her immediately. How could she not? You don't often forget the face of someone who effortlessly defeated you and killed two of your friends right in front of you. Amamiya drew her sword, glaring up at her.

"Well, well, well," Shiner said, smiling down at her, condescending as always. "It's you! I'm so glad I didn't have to look very hard after all."

[ooc: Shiner has extremely potent teleportation powers that make her very dangerous to engage. For example, one of her favorite tricks is teleporting people a couple of hundred feet into the air and just letting them fall to their death. So...just bear that in mind.

As for what she represents? Amamiya's fear of being unable to protect people. So yeah, she's gonna be trying to murder people.

If you have a specific place you would like to encounter them, you can just mention it and we'll assume that Shiner teleported them there while they were tussling.

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Amamiya shakes her head vigorously, sending droplets of blood every which way. "I'm fine, I really am! I've never felt better!"

Of course it was obvious that she wasn't really, but apparently Abyss was too hopped up on euphoria to notice.

She looks Zenobia dead in the eyes. "Saaaaay, you're the pretty lady, aren't you?"

Wait, there was a way to heal her, Zenobia remembered. If they made a pact, Zenobia could transfer this girl's wounds to herself, and then her regeneration would take care of the rest. It'd still hurt like hell, though. "If you're sure you're okay, I'll drop it, but I do know of a way I can heal you. But you probably don't want to." She can't exactly undo a pact, after all.

Even after everything that's happened, Zenobia can't help but smile at the comment. A compliment like that, even coming from a possibly deranged person who's ignoring the damage to their own body, still touches Zenobia. "Pretty? Me, really? This wing doesn't offend you?"

Amamiya nodded vigorously. "It's kinda weird but we've seen weirder! She thinks so too, even if she'll never admit it, the big baby!"

Zenobia is still a little taken back by this girl's lack of consideration for her own body. But this is interesting. "She thinks I'm pretty, too? Who is she? Have we met?"

She rolls her eyes. "You know! The other me!"

"Oh, I see. No wonder you're acting differently. You certainly seem more open and feisty than before. Did you change over to fight? Are you her fight-y side?"

I wish! She just keeps me locked up, all the time, like I'm some kind of dirty secret! So not fair.

[Zenobia may notice that she's pouting like a child whose age is still counted in single digits.]

[Zenobia's just going along with her, curiosity overriding everything else.] That really doesn't sound fair. Why, how can you have any fun if you're locked up all the time. Hey, maybe I can talk to her for you?

[Amamiya's face lights up at that.] Aww, that's so sweet of you! [She bends in and gives Zenobia a big, clumsy kiss on the lips]

But I'm never letting her have control again. I'll keep her locked up just like she kept me! And then I'll...I'll...

[Her vision begins to blur, and she passes out as the blood loss from her head wound catches up with her. The dark tinge of her skin fades to it's usual shade as she goes under.]

Mmmph! [Zenobia is totally taken off guard by the kiss.]

No! [Oh shit oh shit! Zenobia looks from here to there, not sure what she should do. Then she remembers: magic dirt! She has a little in her pouch! She takes it out, and crafts an elixir from her world. She holds it to Amamiya's lips, proping her up and tilting her head back.] This should heal you all up. I hope!

[She forces her to drink the elixir.]

((OOC: Let me know if this is too easy or if you need her to stay injured. I can rewrite if need be. ^_^ ))

[Amamiya's head wound heals up and her leg and arm began to knit themselves together. Not completely, but she's in a much better shape than she was a moment before. Her eyes flutter open, and her hand raises up to clutch at her head.]

Nnngh...what happened?

Oh, you're awake! That's wonderful!

Hmm... Well... I'm guessing you defeated that awful person, or at least got them to leave... And you fell quite a ways and hurt yourself... your skin was darker and you seemed to be a different person who talked... a bit less maturely than you normally do.... and you... or she... ...complained about not being let out... and then kissed me. Mmmm.

[She sort of fixates on the last part.]

I what?

You kissed me. Without any sort of lead-up. Just right out of no-where. I certainly was surprised.

But that wasn't really you, now was it? Can you explain it to me?

[Amamiya's face lights up bright red.]

I..I...

[She takes a deep breath.]

I...suppose she's another part of me. I don't know where she came from, but I recently...

[She tries to think of a way to say this safely.]

I had my mind attacked, and I guess it gave her enough leverage to break out.

It's okay. I enjoyed it, so no hard feelings.

Another part of you? Hmm. I guess letting her out just whenever would be dangerous? Though I felt a little sorry for her. She wanted to be let out more.

Was it that woman who appeared. [Zenobia frowned.] She seemed incredibly powerful.

[Amamiya shakes her head.]

No, someone else. I can't talk about it, though.

Well, okay, I understand.

I am in your debt, though. You saved my life!

From a threat that only existed because of me.

[Her cheeks pink up suddenly]

I still can't believe I - she - kissed you.

It doesn't matter. You still put your life on the line for me. That's very touching.

I didn't mind it. It was a little sloppy, but not bad. ...Is it true that you think I'm pretty?

I...

[She doesn't say anything more, but her blush should be answer enough.]

Sorry. It was mean of me to bring it up. But I'm very flattered that you think of me that way.

I don't know what she was thinking, just blurting that out like that! That's personal!

I think maybe she was upset about not being able to get out often, and wanted to tease you with it? Or I don't know. I really couldn't read her one way or the other. She was fun, though.

There's nothing fun about her. She's dangerous.

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