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Curses and Ice

Harlina/Renato POV

Traveling with, Luce up that damning mountain was, to say a terrible thing to do. Not being bonded with her, like the others, made her flames press into her uncomfortably. Skull, after the dream, Harlina frowned at that (If only I could forget, forget, forget), had begun to stick uncommonly close. Before there had been friendly touches or gestures of the like. Like preparing a coffee for the other in the morning (She hated coffee), or informing the other of small things. Such as if there still were enough bullets stocked in a safehouse or just general pleasantries.

Now though, he was always near her back, checking up on her, cool cloud flames curling around her form, like a shield. The clouds presence should have been violently ejected out of her personal bubble, but after that night, him being there had a relaxing and grounding effect on her. Possibly it had to do with the fact that their flames had bonded, claimed each other in a way? Harlina could admit, a small smile playing over her lips, that that didn't bother her all that much.

Though, she was feeling queasy, usually her all cursed luck would act up, and it not having done that in quite a while, made her uneasy. Harlina's left hand reached out and snagged the lightning against her chest. He was utterly brilliant but physical activities just weren't his forte. Verde was huffing and puffing at her, though some gratitude was given away when he gave her an untampered water bottle. Harlina smiled at him. She was glad for her artificial height at the moment, it could be confusing though. She missed her old height. Even if she was tiny, it was better than this. Ignoring the irritated spike of flames from Skull, she marched on. The others gave Skull some questioning glances before continuing on.

Reaching the mountaintop after another hour was a nice thing. Just having climbed it under two hours was a natural occurrence, with them being the seven strongest. Her lips quirked upwards. Standing in a circle, to discuss as to where they should dig for the treasure. Flames curling contently inside of her. And then the light hit.

Frozen in place she screamed. Her flames flaring higher than they ever had before, magic rising even higher. It hurt oh God it hurt, it hurthurthurt ripping at her flames, pulling, pushing, tearing. Curling up, as soon as she could move again, her magic and flames alongside it. Harlina was on the verge of passing out, only the trauma and pain she had endured during the Third Blood War kept her conscious. Then it all stopped.

Dizzily, she lay on the Fedora and Leon nowhere in sight, she struggled to get up. Her- her hands, nononono too tiny too smooth, frozen she stared at them. And howled. Her flames like ice in her chest, made her body go cold. Not that she cared to notice that moment. Eyes snapping towards the female sky in their midst, whom was still an adult. "WHAT did you DO to us!" she roared at the woman, said woman flinched back away from her, an orange pacifier resting between her breasts. "Y-you … "Harlina spat on the ground in disgust "I gave no interest in hearing your lies, clunge." Luce reared back as if she had been struck, flames that weren't being sucked in by that thing, curled themselves around her vitals. Pulsing with grief and rage, as she walked away, her magic lashed out in anger and created a landslide. But she was far too gone to care.

Ra/Skull POV

Ra was terribly angry, yes, but he could deal with something like this easily. But the curse also ripped the lack of care about, nearly, everything away from him. Renato's flames. It made him want to destroy Checkerface, eradicate Luce and her whole compatriots, none where allowed to hurt what was his.

Renato was gone, and he doubted that he could be easily found, it had been going well, but in the names of flames. He just wanted to destroy it all. FUCK!

A month later

Somewhere in the Arctic, now stood a hut. The winds taking with it howls of rage and sorrow. Most often could be heard, on the winds, "Why me? WHY ME YOU GODS FORSAKEN BASTARD!" Ra would not find his sun for a long while. Only to be seen again when Renato had finished transforming into Reborn. A cold and bitter man.