Chapter 11 Closing / Project B[i]rdcage

[ Noelle ]

- Hidden Weapon -
- Weapon Type: Spear -

One of a countless number of girls who was created by a research facility to be a living weapon. Her eyes glow a ghastly red during battle, revealing her true nature.

She now follows the voice in her head as she moves through the world cutting down strange white specters.

Primary Costume

Main Outfit.

Fabled Weapon

Pure

(noun) Without contaminants. Ignorant of the world.

1. I don't know. Is that really the purest?
2. The purest gaze always hurts people's hearts.

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"Why not wear red? It'll make those stains invisible!"

"I don't know... Can't I just wash it?"

Bloody Weapon

Time flows unmarked
looming behind me

It melts into shadow
encumbers legs
creeps up spines and into throats

I have little time left, so little

So little time before all fades to white

Fractured Weapon

A VOICE CALLS A NAME IN MY DREAMS
IT IS NOT ME ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎‎‎ THESE ARE NOT MY MEMORIES

THE VOICE DESPAIRS AS IT CALLS THE NAME
BUT THAT IS NOT WHO I AM ANYMORE

Abyssal Weapon

"I didn't know about myself. I didn't know what happened to me."
But now you do.

"My eye had turned red, but it's the same as ever now."
But that doesn't mean it's back to normal.

"Things that were not me before are now becoming me."
I'm afraid to learn about the voice, and yet,
I'm the only one who can.

Yuletide Weapon

"Red, white, green. Lights. Fir tree. Star."
"Did everyone have fun decorating?"
"Did everyone enjoy looking at all of this?"
"What part of this brought everyone joy?"
"I...don't understand."
"Maybe I'd understand if I had a family."

New Year's Weapon

(T)he road stretches ever onward, and I am alone
(R)eward for traversing it eludes me yet
(A)ll I focus on is the path ahead
(I) know not what waits for me
(L)one vow in my heart, I go where I am meant to

Summer Weapon

A girl in a swimsuit stands alone on an empty beach.
White-haired girl: But the people in the photo look like they're having so much fun...
She stands there, photo in one hand, ice cream in the other.
White-haired girl: I still don't understand, even when I try it myself.
White-haired girl: But since I went to all the trouble of making it...
She bites into the ice cream and faintly furrows her brow.
White-haired girl: ...My head hurts.

Phantasmal Weapon

The one-eyed dragon roars. Blood splashes over azure armor. Yet the flames of enmity grow wilder still, and dark wings rise to blot out the sky.

This battle has raged for a millennium; the hatred also. Days once spent with family now serve only to fuel revenge.

It is a strange resemblance — perhaps the girl is not so very different after all.

Mechanical Weapon

I possess no emotions. No soul. A created being like myself carries nothing but the weapon placed in my hands.
Our fate is to fight, fight, fight, fight, fight, fight...
And then ultimately die.

But I won't let it end. I don't want it to.
I won't let them get away with it. I can't.
I want to be with you, touch you, feel you,
enjoy simply being alive at your side.

For we are already free.

Abstract Weapon

Sometimes I don't understand.

I don't understand the sights I see, the sounds I hear, or the scents I smell while I sleep. They are someone else's memories — but if I acknowledge them, they start to intermingle with my sensations, and I gradually lose track of what senses are truly my own.

Lately, I've found it difficult to keep them distinct even when I am awake. "Whose sensations are these?" I wonder this to myself as I make my way back to the facility.

Festive Weapon

The answer is that I don't know.

But oh, how I wish I did.

It is why I travel.

To the very ends of the earth.

Because I know I will find something there.

Celebratory Weapon

I was not sure how to answer the question I was posed. But I think the answer, for me, is "My older sister's desires."

For that is what lights my way forward, even though I know not what may happen next.

Bloodless Weapon

garakiagashinihiu i nikarashimakavu who are you ninoruimeramadewakaji this body ruibirakashi sleep akekirismuchimifuriheniburubikisujiminodzuyagu dream sarutareimaokazumidorushijiribinemu voices terisuta songs ibenepo hear bidahikarabushi someone himirebagami fureniroyaseguhijihohasomikirantenukuzuvu awaken hanikitagamenareha must go back memoyukinikanebuashiumi girenashitorasuwatadahemawoyurou red dzuhigihekeworedoh irekurahomebhehitsu i don't understand himirebagamemoyukini

Dissenting Weapon

Date: ____ What I Picked Up

I found a diary, so I'm trying my hand at writing. I don't know the date, so I left it blank. I also don't know when today started or when tomorrow starts. I'm thinking of using this diary to record my dreams. Honestly, I have no idea how people used to use diaries.

Guardian Weapon

No10:1 - Letter Guardian

A square sky. A crucified life. Though she cannot see the flames, she wastes away in bed as the quagmire of disappointment slowly swallows her whole. Her mother's letters and her father's search for a cure are all that keep her going, and yet even their love now feels like a curse. Eventually the letters stop. Her father vanishes. And one day, eyes of a different color open in her once-familiar face.

[ Si'F-06proto ]

I wield my spear with eyes glowing red.
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I wield my spear to seek the place commanded of me by the voice.
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I wield my spear as I feel pain nestle deep in the recesses of
my heart.
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I wield my spear because I have finally found the path I must walk.

Primary Weapon

A means to an end.