Remove these bracelets

[drinkandforget]

Lethe knows better than to wish. She'd wished for nothing more than peace, and her planet finally found it - in the death and nothingness that follow in Galaxia's wake. But for Mnemosyne, she can't deny Mnemosyne anything. When the chance comes to be rid of Galaxia's bracelets and return to their bodies, she is there, hand in hand with her sister, ready to face whatever comes and grasp their future.

It isn’t what she wanted at all. Her skin sags. Her flesh reeks and her hand no longer maintains its grip. Her legs refuse to obey her and she lurches forward entirely without grace. Lethe is horrified to find herself in her body not as she remembers it, but as it is now.

“Our bodies...” Mnemosyne’s voice was slightly raspy as she spoke, as though it was getting caught in her throat somehow. “These are... our old bodies. Lethe..” she hasn’t quite seemed to have noticed it yet -- the smell of decaying flesh, the gobs of hair that have loosened from her head... “We can be whole again...” as she looks to her sister, her smile, usually simple and sweet -- has taken on a more sinister appearance -- her gums are clearly rotting. “Our bodies have returned...!”

(ooc: please let us know if you’d prefer a post order or separate threads, or which/both of the girls)

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[drinkandforget]

[But as quickly as it came, the flicker of more alertness disappears. When she lumbers forward, it's unsteady and shaky. She reaches for Ange with rotted hands.]

[memorials]

Mnemosyne twitches and jerks, the color of pupils having faded into uselessness... She operates by smell now, wanting the sweet scent of this girl for herself. It's teasing her rotted nostrils...

With an odd burst of energy, she attempts to leap forward, wanting to take hold of ange with the bony ends of her fingers, her mouth open wide expectantly --

[promotedpawn]

[Hard chance, for a symbol made of light suddenly appears in front of Ange. A magic circle of protection and rejection, that should, at the very least block the creatures, in the best scenario it would also push them back. Primo doesn't care if it doesn't work though, just blocking them is enough.

Seconds later, right besides Ange, there's a burst of red cicadas, leaving behind Primo who glares at the creatures with anger and disgust. Golden eyes flaring as if in fire.]

Didn't your mothers ever told you to not touch what belongs to others?

[He doesn't expect an answer though, he couldn't care less for one at the moment. The wizard is angry, and that's not something good. Even if he recognizes them as the two girls he met in a dream of their deaths, apparently now they were dreaming with being zombies... Those two really have issues.]

[repudiate]

[ She's about ready to step back more quickly, even run if she has to once she sees those arms approach.. But then there's something else before they even get to touch her, something made out of light appearing in front of her and with her kind of experience Ange can tell it's a magic circle. But she knows for sure she can't subconsciously cast those, so it's not too difficult to predict whose it is. That's why it's not a surprise to see those red cicadas and then the man, even if it is a relief. For as tough as she usually likes to present herself, as if she's capable of handling everything by herself, having him protect her at a time like this feels.. nice. ]

Primo--.. [ Ange doesn't get much further than his name in this situation, instead staring between the wizard and the two rotting girls. ]

[drinkandforget]

[Lethe is pushed away by the force of Primo's spell and can only gnash her teeth, if she had them, in anger and frustration at being thwarted. The pair are given no time for sweet reunions before she's trying to crowd them again, however, as though even pain isn't a deterrent - or perhaps as if she hadn't felt it at all.]

sob, you pretty much hit the nail on the head, primo...

[memorials]

( even in a poor attempt to raise her arms and block the brunt of the magic, mnemosyne is repelled backwards, pushing her several feet away from what had just been the next meal...
as she recovers from it however, her arms are once again reaching outwards, now perhaps more flesh missing from her poor attempt of using them as a shield... either of them -- either will do... )