Karis leaned on the railing, looking out over the empty expanse of sea. Her hair was whipped up by the breeze and she grinned, spreading her arms to catch the wind, to feel, to live, to be alive and whole and herself again.
Ter is up there now, looking for Karis. You know, that dead woman in the armor and all. So he has to look twice when he passes her, mouth falling open in shock.
Karis turned with a grin, back to the railing now. Her clothing was what she usually wore on the occasions she wasn't in full armor - a pair of practical dark-colored trousers, and a loose (somewhat stained) white shirt. The sleeves were rolled up past the elbow, showing off the tanned, pink, living flesh. She was toned, in shape and her (now black) hair was ruffled by the breeze.
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"K-Karis?"
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"Hey Ter. What do you think?"
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"I...I don't know what to say."
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"This is me. This the whole me. This is what I should be."
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"But..." He shook his head. "You were always so...proud."
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She grinned and settled her hands on her hips, "And I could still kick your ass."
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"The only reason you beat me before is because you don't feel pain."
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