[00:57] Yunaesa says, "You see, darling."
[00:57] Yunaesa says, "I asked this place because it holds something valuable for me..."
[00:57] Sicks asks, "Hm?"
[00:57] Yunaesa glances at the lamp, smiling, but averts her gaze to face her lover.
(Yunaesa)
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[00:57] Yunaesa says, "This place..."
[00:58] Yunaesa says, "You were willing to take me in as your friend despite being weak."
[00:58] Yunaesa says, "You said you'd help me grow, even called me a little moth."
[00:58] Yunaesa says, "And it's only fitting you see my growth right here."
[00:58] Yunaesa says, "Right now."
[00:58] Yunaesa says, "Where everything started."
[00:58] Sicks says, "I always adored your personality."
[00:58] Sicks says, "It wasn't a difficult decision.. neither was loving you."
[00:59] Yunaesa exclaims, "Kehehehe!"
[00:59] Sicks says, "Now..."
[00:59] Yunaesa asks, "Did you like this little thought of mine?"
[00:59] Yunaesa exclaims, "I try to be romantic sometimes!"
[00:59] Yunaesa asks, "What's more romantic than Sicks and a lamp?"
[00:59] Yunaesa says, "I don't know..."
[00:59] Yunaesa says, "Two perfect things on the same spot..."
[01:01] He nodded once, shutting his eyes with a smile. He wouldn't actually respond however.

That smile faded eventually.. if she was so set on accomplishing her goals tonight, here in this area where it all began. He couldn't deny her.

Upon reopening his eyes were that glowing crimson shade. In an explosive burst that occultic aura shrouded his frame, his dark guardian emerged from that shroud, twisting and distorting to gaze in her direction. He spoke then, fangs growing upon those canines.

"Use that technique now, Yuna. You can do it. Show me.."
(Sicks)
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[01:09] The moth took it where it all began. They were at the same place where Sicks decided to take her in as a friend, apprentice, companion. That one place meant the world to her, basically. She was Always lost and alone, and now...She had him, she had friends. The pond, the lamp, the silence of the vale...Yunaesa treasured all of this deeply.

She'd look at Sicks as his own demonic energy takes over his body, bursting into a shroud of occult flames. Yuna smiles, and then takes on her glaive, dark tendrils erupting from her hand and wrapping around the glaive's length. The glow was consistent and solid.Even after her defeat against the time magi, she did manage to steal some of his mana and add it to her own. She did feel her body growing stronger from that defeat, becoming more experienced, learning something new. The beautiful deep shade of purple illuminated slightly the way for the moth, especially because the vale was Always soo dark.

She had her own shine now. A shine composed by the stolen mana of her victims, and her own.

Yunaesa then begins to morph into her true form, the gigantic pale moth, with a glowing red eye on the right, and her natural hollow eye on the left. Strong gusts of Wind radiate from the moth's body, becoming more intense as she beats her wings.

The greatsword of darkness forms around the moth's claws. The shape was good, solid, it did not fade at any single moment. Around the length of the blade of darkness, one could see flames, Wind, and a strong shine that made the beautiful purple stand out in the middle of the dark vale.A nd now, the darkness tendrils would attempt to latch onto anything it touched. They were hungry already.

The moth would begin her attacks against her companion, flying toward him.
(Yunaesa)
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[01:15] No remorse. Not here. She would hate it if he held back against her.. though, this time he was much more careful that he wouldn't permanently injure her.

She had grown.. a lot. That little moth that once stood before him at this lamp was no more. She had become so much more in many regards. His lover mostly but also.. someone he could look in the eyes and take seriously. She was becoming truly powerful.. though still, she needed to master these techniques she was working on. After a few engages he'd leap away, twirling his blade as he often did before speaking bluntly with stoic expressions.

"Yuna..." he sighed, shaking his head, inhaling sharply.

"Use... that... blade."

He wanted to see it in full effect she needed to succeed here in doing that.
(Sicks)
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[01:22] Their fight raged on, both of them using their fullest potential. The moth dodges his explosions, trying to approach him more so she could slice him down with the blade of darkness. Each time their swords clashed, Yunaesa would absorb his occult energy, and drain it to empower the blade. He'd feel his body becoming very slightly drained from that, but again, it was Sicks. He was extremely strong.

This place held a lot of memories to Yunaesa. The demon's mind would flash back on a year ago, where she asked him to help her become stronger, and where she gave him more and more about her goals and things like that. It was more than just a place with a lamp and a pond, it was a place that potentially changed her destiny, and made her the person she was now.

Yunaesa grew soo much in one single year. She was a quick learner, and she was devoted to Sicks.

After seeing her partner disengage, she'd simply stay on the same spot, looking at him. He wanted her to use the blade to its fullest potential. Determined, the moth would not respond to his request with words. She'd empower the blade of darkness with even more mana, making its length combust with occult energy akin to flames. The flames consume the entire weapon, she was pouring everything into that technique.

The glow would never weaken and the shape didn't vary at all. It stayed solid, even after all of their battle.

The moth's second onslaught of slashes and stabs would begin. She had to perfect this technique, and Sicks was the perfect opponent for that.
(Yunaesa)
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[01:26] * You have been awarded 1 Roleplay Points! *
[01:27] "Good.. good." He noted, being pushed away by those erratic winds of her's. He could feel her occultic powers growing the more mana she drained from him.. then he realized something. Being here, the sentimentality of it all really did assist. He paused for a moment, she could tell as he walked towards her it wasn't with malicious intent.

"Yuna.. you can do it. I know you can." He spoke confidently, he could no longer hide his faith in her behind that stoic visage. He smiled softly as he paused before her. His hand swiveled and twisted that blade acrobatically as he often did, and then strangely.. he passed it over in her direction.

"Use this.. and show me what you can do."

His blade would rest before her, stuck in the sands waiting for her to take grasp of it. In doing so, his guardian disappeared from his wake.

"Prove me right."
(Sicks)
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[01:28] {Item} You picked up Sweet Child. Dropped by Sicks. .
[01:43] This time, Yunaesa had done much better. Her Wind was pushing him back, and her occult magic grew stronger and stronger the more mana she drained not only from him, but everything around them. Plants would wither and die, and the grass beneath the pale moth would be no longer green. All of the mana she devoured went just to her blade of darkness.

The second round ended on the moth's favor, after managing to strike Sicks down with three extremely fast attacks from the glaive. Each strike made her tendrils touch his body, stealing his mana. But strangely enough, the blade wouldn't glow any more. It was nearly perfected...!

The moth stops after seeing he decided to approach without attacking her. And then...He gave her the sword. Yunaesa's form slowly reverts to that of a human, and then, she looks at Sicks. This time she couldn't disappoint him. It was all or nothing.

"I will."

With confidence, she'd touch the weapon,slowly drawing it from the sand. The moment Yuna touched the sweet child, her eyes started glowing red. The tendrils of darkness that were on her glaive, were now moving toward the corrupted blade. She'd toss her glaive away for now...And simply focus on this blade.

Unlike before, the tendrils weren't agitated. They calmly obey Yunaesa, wrapping around the blade, empowering it. And then, with a tight grasp on the blade, the sword of darknes starts burning with occult flames once again. The shape of the sword changes slightly. The real shape remains untouched, but a thick layer of darkness turns the weapon into a greatsword of occult energy.

Yunaesa could feel something, a corrupted, aggressive feeling around her... It was the sword's spirit, the one Sicks called Lahabrea. Yuna would feel the dark guardian hold her hand, empowering her flames of darkness, empowering her own body. Tendrils of occult energy calmly move around the greatsword of dark.

"This is proof that I will do anything and everything to stay with you, Sicks. I will become what I must. I will become the warrior of darkness, if needed. Now...Don't lower your guard. I will show you everything this blade can do. I will show you, right here, where everything started...That I'm going to support you and help you reach your goals. Even if it means becoming something different. But enough talk..."

With that, the moth demon charges toward her companion. No more words. Her actions would speak for her.
(Yunaesa)
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[01:48] {Item} You drop Sweet Child.
[01:56] So... a battle against those closest to him. Yunaesa and Lahabrea. That power was something she adapted to rather quickly.. he could tell her aura was more stable, more controlled. Though still.. Lahabrea didn't seem to respond as well to her as she did to himself. She lacked that curse that binded her spirit to the user. Unfortunate..

However, she did succeed in empowering that blade. In the end she was unable to defeat him, though once the battle ceased he'd approach her slowly.

"Yuna.." he spoke gently, leaning into retrieve that blade from her.

"This blade.. really did nothing for you. Lahabrea worked against you. That control, that ability you were able to use.. it was because you wanted to prove it to me that you were able. Call it.. a placebo effect. You thought it would help, and in turn you were able to achieve your goals.."

Two fingers moved to gently poke at her head, Itachi style. He smiled confidently, then usedthat hand to offer to assist her up.

"What you did, you did on your own. You're capable Yuna. After everything.. you've been able to. You only needed to believe in yourself. It was in you all this time."
(Sicks)
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[02:06] That battle didn't go on her favor. Even with Sicks disarmed, and empowered by the cursed blade, Yunaesa wouldn't be able to do much with the greatsword of darkness. The spirit within the blade was becoming unbearable for her mind. It would speak, and speac, and scream...! It made her lose her focus multiple times during the fight, and stop her from moving, literally hindering her performance.

"S-STOP TALKING AND WORK WITH ME, DAMNED CHILD!!!" , she'd scream suddenly during the fight, and with that, an explosion would send the moth flying away toward the ground. She'd lay there, with the Sweet child resting next to her fallen body. The voices had stopped, finally...But even as she lost the sword, a greatsword of occult energy would remain in the fallen demon's hand. She had mastered it... The darkness didn't absorb any more mana, but it was sated, it was calm.

With a smile, Yuna would close her palm. The greatsword is then absorbed by her hand...She did it. The technique was now hers to weave and do as she pleased. Thanks to everyone who inspired her, and from Frenerid's encounter, she was able to mature this technique.

Yuna looks over to Sicks, noticing he was somewhat happy with her. The woman chuckles softly, taking his assitance and getting up on her feet. He was right, the motivation about all of this was her desire to get stronger and help him. Deep inside, Yunaesa disliked that she couldn't help when people dear to her needed it. The day Kristen had wounded Sicks. The day they raided Osrona. And more, and more.

But hopefully, this would change a lot of things.

"Thank you, Sicks. Thank you for everything. I'm happy you see me like this..." , she'd smile, and then hug the demon. "Let us return home. I want to rest a bit..."
(Yunaesa)