Completed [Job Thread] Flowers of Hell

[Fubuki Kouri]

Fubuki Kouri Nettle Distict, 17th of Bell, 48th of Spring, 513 AV The late afternoon sun shined beautifully... though nowhere visible within the fortress city as the stone walls and ceilings refused any sunlight that tried to grace its interior. The familiar figure of a translucent little girl was floating to the Flower Stand, her workplace... A ghost gotta have a job too, you know. Mizas makes Mizahar go round after all. "I'm here again, Madame!" Kouri peeked her head from the Flower Stand's entrance. She beamed the old woman a very happy smile. She then entered the store with happy ste-... err... floats. "Ehehehe~ What can I do to help you today?" "Oh, Kouri, my dear. Good afternoon" Atta gave her usual gentle and kind smile. "Hmmm... as a matter of fact, I have a task you can help me this afternoon. It's flower gathering..." Atta then picked up a parchment and wrote something on it. "Give me just a moment to write you the list... though I have only one flower you have to gather today." "Yes! I will help of course!" Kouri jumped up and down in excitement. "Hehehe~ I love gathering flowers~" Kouri could conveniently wander the wilderness outside Syliras without having to worry about the typical dangers and hazards explorers usually encounter, wild animals being one of them. Her ghostly state also didn't need physical sustenance whatsoever and her ability to phase through objects and fly certainly helped immensely, making her a very efficient explorer and gatherer. "Ahaha, it's good to see you are excited about it, dear... here you go" Atta gave her Kouri the parchment which was accepted by Kouri's tendril. 50 Stalks of Spider Lily ~ Atta "I need you to gather fifty stalks of..." "The flowers of Hell..." "W-what do you mean, dear?" Atta was a bit taken aback by Kouri's sudden serious mood and mature tone in her voice. Kouri's bubbly voice was noticeably lower in-pitch as she said her ominous sentence. "Oh... it's just... the Spider Lily, it's Mama's favorite flower... it's beautiful yet it symbolizes... unrequited love, death, and hell... she calls it the Flowers of Hell, Madame Atta" Her cheerful mood was all gone now, replaced by melancholy. The Spider Lily reminded Kouri so much of her mother. "Oh... I see, dear... I'm sorry. It's okay, you don't have to do it if you don't want to..." Atta silently understood about the ghost child's melancholic mood. Her current state meant that something must have happened to her and her mother. If her prediction was correct then that means... both of them died and definitely not because of old age. "N-no, it's okay... it's okay, I can do it..." Kouri put the parchment inside her usual flower basket, picked it up with her tendril, and started to leave. "Are you sure, dear?" Atta stopped arranging her flowers and gave her full attention to the ghost. "Yes, madame, I'm sure... I'll be off now, farewell..." Before Atta could stop her, Kouri quickly floated away from the Flower Stand, the flower basket obediently followed its master.

[Fubuki Kouri]

Fubuki Kouri Bronze Woods, 19th of Bell ".........." Kouri silently floated through the Woods, flower basket in tow. Her eyes were empty and her gaze focused on nothing in particular. Spider Lily... Mama... Spider Lily... Mama... She repeated those words in her mind like a broken record. She didn't want to refuse the job Atta gave her, the kind old woman had no knowledge whatsoever on Kouri's history; it was never her fault to not know that the Spider Lily held a special meaning to Kouri. "Guh..." A groan escaped her lips. She put her basket down, materialized herself, and fell forward to the ground. Crashing on top of the grassy forest floor face-first, her very long hair billowed up and down in a permanent underwater-like state. Oh no... I'm being depressed again... Stop it, Kouri! Stop it! No matter what you do... Mama will never come back... and I will be like this... perhaps for all eternity... She tried to give herself some spirit but it utterly failed as her own words condemned her own existence. "I... can't do this anymore..." She whispered, her eerie voice echoing. Slowly, she lifted her right hand and... *Thud!* slammed her fist to the ground. Some of her soulmist dissipated at the impact and she felt pain. "...." *Thud!* But she didn't stop, she vented her anger and sorrow to the forest floor. *Thud!* *Thud!* *Thud!* *Thud!* *THUD!* The pain grew and grew as she repeatedly slammed her small fist to the ground, after the final slam, she felt odd... she felt as if her right hand didn't exist. She turned her head to examine her hand and to no surprise, some kind swirling mist replaced her missing right hand. "....." Her empty eyes examined her damaged soulmist hand as it slowly repaired itself and formed the shape of a human hand once more. "Kih..." Kouri didn't feel relieved that her hand returned, but she felt anger instead. Angry that she had became so much different since she died. Angry that in every logical deduction, she couldn't be called a Vantha anymore... heck, she wasn't even human. "*Sigh*...." Kouri unmaterialized herself and just lay there on the forest floor. Madame Atta is waiting for me... but I don't care... I just want to... sleep... She closed her eyes and tried to just forget everything.

[Fubuki Kouri]

4 Bells later, 23rd of Bell How long... have I laid here? Does it really matter? Kouri forgot the flow of time, her current state of mind didn't care much for... anything really. She wanted to just lay there on the forest floor for all eternity if it was possible. "Hey... I saw someone!" Voices... huh... someone is here... Kouri could hear the voice of a man not far away from her location. Most likely a hunter hunting nocturnal game or knights patrolling in the Woods. But she didn't care... "I'm going to check it out... I'm sure I saw... something there, it's a white... humanoid shape or something..." White? Are they talking about me? Am I that interesting? I am, am I? Not everyday you can see a floating girl... Is that a good or bad thing? I don't care... After that last sentence, she could hear footsteps... and they were getting louder and louder with each step; meaning that most likely they were headed to her direction. But she didn't care... "H-hey! A-are you alright? By Sylir... you're bleeding... P-please, we have to get you to a doctor... here, let me help you." The voice was clear now, it belonged to a young man. Kouri's face was still planted to the forest floor and she couldn't see the owner of the voice. This annoying human... what do they understand? If you want to help me... you're too late for it, I already died... what can a doctor do? Besides running in fear... Kouri didn't need his help. His sympathy was appreciated, but misplaced and a waste of time for both of them. "Ehehe.... ehehehehehe...." Kouri started to giggle, a haunting childish giggle filled with twisted glee. "W-what? W...why are you laughin-!?" The young hunter, who was heading to the Woods to plant some traps for the deers, surely didn't expect to found a little girl with bloodstains on her neck and clothes; she was also giggling when he approached her. Something was wrong here, definitely wrong. "La... la la la... la la la la la la~♪ la la la la la~♪" A high-pitched emotionless humming emitted from the strange girl in front of him. The young hunter's neck hair stood on ends and he took a step back out of fear. What kind of little girl sang with that kind of voice? Then... something ghastly happened, something so wrong that the man's primal instinct screamed for him to get the petch out of there. The little girl's head turned to face him, but the problem is; he was standing directly behind her. Her neck turned to almost 180 degrees akin to an owl, an angle that would more than enough to break a human's neck yet she seemed fine, those angry reptilian crimson pupils; that humming lips; and the swaying head rewired the man's view of this girl, it was not a girl... it was something else who took the form of a little girl. "............." Keeping silent, the man quickly turned around and fast-walked away, back to his fellow hunters. He would keep this experience to himself, his friends wouldn't believe him anyway. He would forget everything that had happened to keep his sanity intact. There you go... just walk away... Kouri turned her back to a more humane angle and floated up to a standing position. I'll just finish the job... Madame Atta is counting on me... Using Atta's kind and gentle disposition as her motivation, Kouri picked up her flower basket with her tendril and floated deeper to the Woods. The Flowers of Hell...

[Fubuki Kouri]

Fubuki Kouri "............" She had arrived. Before her lies numerous Spider Lilies nestled together in natural flower beds. Kouri had gotten so deep in the forest, she couldn't find her way back if she were a normal little girl. "Ahahaha... ahahahaha! There's so much... so much!" She covered her right eye with her right hand and laughed with a tinge of insanity in it. The beautiful red sea of flowers spread out before her brought numerous mixed feelings to her. Awe, happiness, anger, loneliness, fear... all combined together and triggered Kouri's rather insane side. "La la la la la~♪ La la la la la~♥ La.. LA la LA la... LA~♫" She began to hum a song, but her volume and tone were somewhat erratic and random; creating a haunting broken symphony that could strike fear in the hearts of men. Kouri swayed her head side to side, her eyes opened wide and empty. She then put her basket down and began picking the spider lilies... one by one while still humming like a broken musical instrument. After thirty chimes of working, her basket was finally full of spider lilies. She didn't count how much she picked, but it sure was more that fifty stalks. "He... hehehe... Hahahaha!! HYAAAHAHAHAHAHA!!" Letting out a psychotic laugh for no clear reason whatsoever, Kouri picked up her basket and flew upwards. Once she was above the tall trees, she immediately spotted the huge fortress city and headed there. Atta would most likely not be there when she returned, but she would place the basket inside the store and left her a note... If Atta saw what she did to get these eerily beautiful flowers, she would never ask Kouri to gather the spider lilies again... but she wouldn't know because Kouri would not tell her.

[Accolade]

Fubuki Kouri


Lores

•	Lore Earned
•	Fighting off depresson
•	Searching for the flowers of hell
•	Scaring the shyke out of a man

Notes :

Cute and creepy thread, sorry there wasn't any skills I could give here. But this was a job thread and for that you did get paid.

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