[b][u]Memoriam[/u][/b] [u]The Dojo Mountain, 4:11 PM[/u] [spoiler]Open to all.[/spoiler] [i]Memory.[/i] [i]I thought about it. I looked back upon it. It had been a while, hadn't it?[/i] [i]It began with Civis. "Born and raised" a Civis girl, I guess - by that, bred into a war machine by idiots. That's when I met.. family. Raid.. hell, Andrew, taking me in. Alpha.. no, Alexandria, saving me from myself. And.. fuсking hell, this is ironic, I can't even recall his name.. Locust, whom I guess to be my uncle.[/i] [i]Lived with the Raidriars for a while. I helped Addy, Marcia.. whatever you'd call her. Mom, I guess. I dealt with Maria being the true child. But the best was becoming the heir to Death's title, easily. Guess I.. suited the job. People've handled it for me, when I'm off hanging around and making an actual impact.[/i] [i]Impact. Simple way of putting it.[/i] [i]Alex, Lucien, Sam. Alex, Lucien, Sam. My lover, my mentor, my friend.. I guess Sam could be a friend, he said that we were. They, alongside Andrew, had influenced my life, had changed me into.. memory. Alexandria wanted me to remember her as the girl who loved her family, after her disappearance.. Lucien and Samuel, I presume, wanted me to be a second coming of justice for the power-hungry and the "almighty" idiots that would threaten humanity with their godly powers. And Andrew.. Dad.. he'd want me to remember being wise with my powers. With great power come great responsibility, after all.[/i] [i]...I guess I have been wise. I hope so.[/i] ---------------------------------- [b][i]BAM![/i][/b] [i]The clone of biomass' body would snap back with incredible force, as the makeshift Pandora's backbone would shatter with a sudden crack. The training fighter would flail limp against the earth, dissembling itself slowly.[/i] [i]Pandora would sit down on a bench, her arm shifting back from it's previous, weaponized form. Her right arm, down from her elbow, was a jagged black shape, forming what appeared to have been a club. It was lined with edged spikes like a mace would be, to both dig into the skin and clash against bone and armoring.[/i] [i]Pandora was "nudе", save for the light "suit" of armoring of which tightly made up her body. Down from where her neck met her head, her body was tightly compacted within a layer of an ashy black substance, solidified into a bony form. It glinted with a smooth edge, as if there was more underneath the plates than met the eyes. Pandora had taken to a thin form, not exceptionally curvy nor busty, albeit she was packing a slight amount of femininity in her current being. Nothing that would get in the way, of course.[/i] [i]Though her face was.. the exception, to the armor. Pandora had taken to a subtly cute look, one of which her closer friends would recognize her for. Her face was a light, sharpened thing, not so angular to an edge but enough to look feminine and pure. High, smooth cheekbones were kept high on her face, her light pale face being smoothened and lightly freckled, a perky, small nose protruding from the center of her face. Her light red eyes were now a curious emerald green color, as if she was in deep thought, and as colorful as the gem itself. She would keep her hair the same though, except for it's previous light cyan color, as it had now shifted back to it's seemingly natural bob-styled light brown.[/i] [i]In her free time, Pandora would begin to silently read on her own. She had trained for quite a bit.. and she was alone. Perhaps someone would arrive, to chat or fight.. probably try to kill her, but hey, it would be exciting.[/i]