Chapter 8 Closing

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[ F66x​ ]

- ​​​Distressed Captive -
- Weapon Type: Staff -

A woman who lives with her husband and son in a futuristic world. After becoming a prisoner, she learned that she was being used in an experiment conducted to gather combat data from battles against monstrous flower creatures.

Yet she and her husband stood together and fought, seeking to destroy the Flowers and gain revenge for their son's death at their hands.

Primary Costume

Primary Costume

Main Outfit.

Celebratory Captive

Celebratory Captive

I suppose if I had to answer, I'd say, "The entire life I've lived." I've had very few moments I'd genuinely call happy, but there was definitely some light there.

Bloodless Captive

Bloodless Captive

Nuchiru bezodagerogam a irreplaceable mirowtesku gagerio Reraugo mekurodam nuiterote arina i give to you ki Sogaozuji feelings ganksu gaigubokoto baganusuketa Daari relief rusakegunu abigebaa furerukinus kamichidolge Mubake schianikzu bliss ikizouji borimla resgakrado Ngishi yougaiwo kaketegusagashigo nezubanesto gechirobonof Ibaria bittersweet kagoia numeumarim kestojim abo Tetonuram rikengri suruga blossoming petals gonuraru renka Iotohado shiyugasanu respiru grow warm mesutauji renga Torn cask drips taada renbonushiga bousure nuasu

Abyssal Captive

Abyssal Captive


"Truth yet exists within lies."
And so you would demand we remain ignorant?

"The only reality is my love for my family."
Even though it was false?

"No matter what happens, I will keep moving forward."
Even though I no longer wish to face the future.

Lacrima Captive

Lacrima Captive

I continued my vengeance for you.
I slaughtered with power that consumed me.
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ㅤ ㅤㅤㅤㅤ n o ㅤ ㅤ ㅤ ㅤh o w ㅤ m ㅤu cㅤ hㅤ ㅤ ㅤ ㅤ ㅤㅤ l
ㅤㅤIㅤ ㅤ sㅤㅤ ㅤ ㅤlㅤ ㅤ ㅤl ㅤ ㅤ eㅤ ㅤㅤyㅤ ㅤ ㅤ ㅤu
ㅤ ㅤ ㅤ ㅤ ㅤ tㅤ iㅤ lㅤ ㅤ ㅤ ㅤ ㅤoㅤ sㅤ ㅤ ㅤ ㅤ ㅤ ㅤ o
Aㅤ ㅤ ㅤ ㅤ ㅤ ㅤ I ㅤ k e ㅤe p ㅤ ㅤ ㅤ ㅤ ㅤ n g .
ㅤ ㅤ n ㅤdㅤ ㅤs oㅤ ㅤ ㅤ ㅤ ㅤ ㅤ ㅤ ㅤ ㅤ ㅤ ㅤg ㅤoㅤ ㅤi
A l ㅤlㅤ ㅤ ㅤ ㅤ ㅤ ㅤIㅤ ㅤmㅤ ㅤ ㅤ ㅤ ㅤ ㅤ ㅤㅤㅤㅤ nㅤ d
ㅤ ㅤ ㅤ ㅤsㅤ oㅤ ㅤ ㅤㅤ ㅤa ㅤy ㅤ ㅤ fㅤ ㅤi
aㅤ ㅤ ㅤ ㅤ tㅤ ㅤ ㅤr ㅤ ㅤe ㅤ ㅤ ㅤ i ㅤ ㅤ ㅤ ㅤy ㅤo ㅤu.
ㅤ ㅤ ㅤ ㅤf ㅤ ㅤu ㅤ ㅤu ㅤ ㅤ ㅤ ㅤ ㅤ ㅤ w ㅤ ㅤ ㅤ ㅤtㅤ ㅤ h

Summer Captive

Summer Captive


Captive: I love the beach, but all the UV rays...
A large man suddenly appears next to her.
Captive: Babe, can you shade me for a second? Thanks.
As she says her thanks, she pulls something out of a bag.
Captive: Did you put sunscreen on? You'll pay later if you didn't.
He leans down as she smears the cream across his head.

Bloody Captive

Bloody Captive


The sunlight glinting off your smile?
How you once were.
The flame of hatred in your eyes?
How you fight now.
The last puzzle piece that forms reality?
Gone. Long gone. Only emptiness remains.
I know we can never return to the past.
I consider all this and I know.
I know I cannot smile as I once did.
So instead, I lean into the cold, cold weapon.
The one that now covers my mouth.

Guardian Captive

Guardian Captive

F610:10 - Sanctuary Guardian

In the depths of a temple where sunlight does not reach, a solemn ritual takes place. Five priests carry treasures of the sanctuary: a golden compass, a phoenix feather, a sage's ring, an angel's scales, and a god's diary. As they walk, the temple doors close, never to open again. No one knows of this ritual — this blessing.

They cannot. They must not.

Abstract Captive

Abstract Captive


I pray.
I pray that I might save at least those in front of me.

I pray more.
I pray that I might save everything in this world.

I pray. And pray. And pray.
And what do I have to show for it?

Dissenting Captive

Dissenting Captive


10/10. lOVe

What is "love"?
Is it feeling positive about one you're interested in?
Is it how you feel towards your own child?
Is it pity toward someone weaker?
Love comes in many forms, and all are wonderful.
A well of love can grant exponential strength.
Even if it is biased, sexual, sympathetic...or hateful.

[ ​Captive's Staff​ ]

I was killed — or at least, I should have been. But the image of my husband and his warmth are no dream. Though something feels terribly off, we are still overjoyed to reunite.
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Deserters like us are treated as outsiders. We all know the facts, but still want to take our lives back, so my husband and I throw ourselves into battle in order to win our freedom.
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When the fight is over, we learn the truth: We were simply... things created for war. Upon hearing this news, my consciousness goes black.
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I am given a final choice, but I doubted there was an answer to the question. Everything we do is managed by someone else, after all.

Primary Weapon

A means to an end.

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