Entry 37: Tabitha Faces Herself Upon the Rooftop (Part 2)
Dagger met pan and sparks flew, the two girls jumping back afterwards. Red rain continued to pelt the cerulean rooftop, drenching the combatants. Clearly on edge, Tabitha tightly clasped her pan’s handle. The double sported a psychotic grin, a manic look to the double’s red eyes. Red mist continued to emanate from the vibrating weapon held by copy Tabitha as said weapon vaporized the rain on contact.
“Come! Let’s have some more fun!” the other Tabitha bellowed, her red eyes flashing. Another slash (followed by a downpour of sparks) came from her.
Original Tabitha stepped back, swaying a bit against a sudden gust of wind but maintaining her footing. Whatever this roof was made out of, it luckily had pretty good traction, even in this storm.
Her brown eyes flitted to the Pan of Great Smiting +1, noting the growing collection of gashes in the cooking utensil turned weapon. She grimaced as another slash came at her, meeting it with the pan, sparks flooding around her. The outpouring of sparks continued as she pressed back against the blow, the vibrating dagger wearing at the pan (eating into it). With a pair of sharp cracks sounding, pan and dagger both shattered, the girls jumping back.
The handle of her once trusty pan slipped from her fingers, clanking to the rooftop. Something odd floated between her and her other self, looking like some kind of ethereal rift. The two girls stared at the fresh oddity, red rain pounding down from above.
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Entry 38: Tabitha Claims the Dagger of White
“A weapon’s inside.” Tabitha’s brown eyes shifted from the rift to her double, their eyes meeting. The other Tabitha narrowed her crimson eyes at the original before they both returned their focus to the shimmering anomaly between them. The storm raged on, torrents of red droplets bombarding the two women, the crack of thunder bellowing.
As if a flag had been thrown, they both lunged forward, not at each other but towards the rift. From opposing sides, the two both thrust a hand into the ghostly phenomenon, a kind of tug of war starting. Evenly matched, the two struggled for the veiled prize, the hidden thing budging back and forth between the two of them.
The copy frowned, her red eyes glaring at the original. She lashed out with her other hand, the free hands of the two girls meeting in a grapple. She smirked (slowing starting to overpower the original), but then her brown eyed self landed a knee square on her groin. Without a peep, she dropped down, the color draining from her pained face.
Victorious, the brown eyed Tabitha pulled the prize free from the otherworldly rift, the rift promptly dissipating. “Tears of the Lost. A god killing weapon.” The glowing dagger of white now in hand, she looked up towards The Wretched Eye. Its tentacles swayed menacingly, its huge pupil set on her. “A god killing weapon,” she repeated, her brown eyes still on the dark god at the end of the ethereal stairway.