TESLA ⬛⬛⬛ *rrrruuumbbleeeee...* The sound of thunder echoed from above her as Tesla stared at the two Dens in front of her. The pair were clearly intimidated by her display of force, if the way they held their tools tightened was any indication of the sort. With each second that passed, the arcs of lightning surrounding her only seemed to grow more numerous, her seemingly limitless reserves leaking vast amounts of her own power against her will. "I.. err...." "T-they're near the entrance, lady!" one of them blurted out, seemingly gaining enough confidence to point right past her. "They won't dare to come here. It's too hot." Tesla blinked at the answer. It lined up with what she observed with her previous liberation efforts. It might not be much, but it'll have t

DESCARTES ⬛⬛⬛ Descartes didn't think her blind loyalty would completely turn against her. "Madame Crimson..." How could she possibly know that the bedsheets she gave to her Madame would turn into... this? She didn't even know that a method such as tying multiple sheets together to form a long rope was strong enough to support a person from such a height, much less lead to her Madame escaping out of the window like a common thief. The Vaion curled in on herself just as Madames Lace and Olivia left the room. Left to her own devices, Descartes stewed in her own regret and misery as she contemplated ending her life right then and there. "Je devrais juste me tuer..." she mumbled under her breath. "Je suis inutile..." After all, what use wa

DESCARTES ⬛⬛⬛ Think fast... While she might not boast about having a frightening amount of intelligence like her Madame, Descartes still had some skill in reading the human body. The maid felt her training kick in as she saw the minute changes that rippled all across her Madame's body. In an instant, she knew that the woman wasn't going to jump. Instead, she was merely positioning herself to dangle her legs over the precipice of death. Even if her body language suggested otherwise, Madame Crimson was not going to throw herself to her death. Or at least, she wished she wasn't. She still had a duty to make sure she returned the favor. With a tempered tone, Olivia began the process of talking her Madame down. She didn't know if it would even work, let alone if her words would even be enough to

LACE ⬛⬛⬛ Lace didn't know what was even happening with her life anymore, and the weather seemed to agree as the skies grayed out right above her. While she expected to be recognized after she and Love announced their intentions to the populace, what she didn't expect was to be swarmed with admirers and detractors alike as she roamed the streets searching for their missing Leader. "Princess Lace!""We never forgot you, Princess!" The cheers from the civilians actually made something in her chest grow each time she heard it. It wasn't bad per se, but she was pretty sure that Love would admonish her if she ever described the feeling of pride and confidence surging through her body. After all, who wouldn't feel good if they were complimented or noticed? "Princess!""Usurper

The act of thinking for oneself was something that was utterly ingrained into the human psyche. Based on what I've seen from both myself and from others, everything that a person does solely benefits them in one way shape or form. Even those that were called selfless were selfish in a way that they wanted recognition or self-validation in their acts. After all, they did say that the satisfaction of a good deed was more than enough for them. I didn't blame them, of course, but in a sense, it was a bleak way of looking at people. I mean, if everyone was inherently a selfish person, then why bother helping others? "It's chaos out there!""They're at the Eastern gate of the city already. Should we even hold that position or should we just let them in?" It's been a long time since I've allowed myself to think properly. Had it been days already? Weeks? Months? I really do