Shallot FPSSJ 10.22.19

Key: Fortido3
Character: Shallot Stark
Skill(or transformation): FPSSJ
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Reasoning:  Just when she thought she had finally escaped from Deradora's wrath, Shallot awakens to find the edge of her scythe at the very throat of her new home. High Hops is razed around her. Thousands of people are torn apart. Its champions; Kris, Injaus, Karatto; they all fall, hopeless, dead. And in the flames before her, theres the shadow of a man she once fought with to prevent this very day from coming to pass-- a man she swore on her life to get revenge alongside-- Hitokiri Battosai, Verde, now a ghoul. Their positions have become mirrored, as though fate was punishing her for daring to escape from her master's side.
What is the moment: In the cramped hidden room of the abandoned Phantom Dogs base, Oasis's last defenders crowd around a scrying ward, arguing, postulating, slinging blame, and commiserating over their defeats. Shallot is among them-- she welcomes seeing Moira, Calaba and Colla safe-- but remains despondent outside of the room, wordless. To her, there is nothing left to say. After all, what was there left? A new Resistance? A new retreat to a new city, allowing this island to become as lifeless and barren as the last-- and then what? Would it all repeat again, like a carnival of the damned on tour across the universe, bearing the same accursed script each time?
	She thinks about her oaths. First, long ago, she had sworn upon her name-- that blasted Stark blood that flowed through her veins-- to avenge her sister, Sarada, by reaping the reaper. This was a promise that she stubbornly carried by her heart, even through her conversion to the hordes of the undead, and redoubled in faith to it when she found her true allies, Verde and Yeqin, people who shared her devotion to the cause and could fight alongside her. Now, where was she? That oath, as enduring as it had been, was as fragile as glass when Deradora's forces bore down on Oasis. Kill Deradora? She could hardly run from her. The Pale Rider, in her own words, could hardly even remember her name.
	And Verde, the only one who had ever torn her down, was now a Ghoul under that woman's curse. How terrifyingly similar he was to his normal self! The magic was tailormade for him, preying upon his lust for power, erasing all disloyalty-- it was a harrowing fit. If he had fallen so far, what could she do?
	These cold thoughts ran like rapids over the surface of her mind. . .
	. . .
	But beneath, a boiling heat was welling inside. How DARE she? How DARE this woman, who had torn apart her entire world, who had subjected her to years of enslavement, who she had served in a deranged fit of idolatry and devotion, come all this way to destroy her life again-- and then, and THEN, to not even remember her NAME!? Under this broken husk of a Resistance warrior burned the fires of a Saiyan! Beyond everything, beyond the world, beyond the city, her PRIDE had been invoked!
	As she sits silently in the tight halls of this final bastion of safety for Oasis, the force of her quiet rage could be felt, just tipping over the edge of the glass, ready to pour over and explode. Her eyes are shot-open. This, after everything, was the final straw.

	She'd give her a reason to remember the name.