#csow AMARYLLIS

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CSOW DAY 1 : INTRODUCTION : AMARYLLIS.

YOU MEETING AMARYLLIS

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Click…clack…click…clack…

The sound of slow yet loud footsteps and the howling of the cold, freezing wind that brushed against your skin was the only thing you could hear in these gloomy, unlit halls.

The only light source you could find, was an unsettling green glow, seemingly getting closer, while the clacking— louder.

and louder.

…louder.

You tried to move your arms, but you felt a painful sting coming from the ropes that bound your wrists, and they only got tighter with every move.

You froze. What was happening? Your heart was pumping, and your chest was screaming. You looked around, you needed to get out.

And when you turned around, a shiver went down your spine.

All the lights that lined the ceiling were all out of power…except the one that hovered over you and a monstrous figure, that you knew was familiar. And then, you realize…

This, was Amaryllis.

You’ve heard of him, he was a young man in his early twenties…And everything that was said about him, checks out.

His undeniably savage, huge frame, his dark and mean operative stealth suit, his unloving, burnt, and scarred face, and you remembered how he was described to have scars that adorned his arms, and wounds that ravaged the rest of his body, but was not visible to you at the moment due to his full-coverage outfit.

But what about him that nagged you the most, was his grotesque presence.

All you felt was tension, fear, panic, and horror. Why wasn’t he doing anything yet? You were scared. From what you’ve heard, he was unpredictable. He could kill you on the spot, or…

…He could leave you alone, but for worse.

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CSOW : AMARYLLIS : DAY 3 : RELATIONSHIPS

SPINKICK X AMARYLLIS X FLYTRAP

SUMMARY - Amaryllis would do whatever it takes to make sure his teammates are safe.

There they were again, pulling their usual tricks. Stealing from another highly secure residence, after successfully decoying Carmen to a different location just to mess with her head.

Everything seemed to be going smoothly. The jewel shone in Amaryllis’ piercing green eye, it was just begging to be stolen.

He placed a fingertip on the sparkling gem, but it didn’t sparkle anymore once the room turned red, and echoed with alarm.

At this moment, he felt this face distort into a rare look of fear. Though not for himself.

At this point, he didn’t care about the gem. where was Spinkick and Flytrap?!

As quickly as he could, he rushed through the halls, his thoughts louder than the alarms that were blaring, his breathing audibly laboured as he whispered small profanities.

He knew that this residence had defensive protocols, and with them in the main room, they could get hurt, or worse, killed.

Before he rushed into the hallway, he came across some sort of box, with electrical settings.

Careless about any painful electrocution, with his claws, he sliced off some of the wires, and the blaring stopped…

He let out a shaky, nervous laugh, he was relieved. But, still, he needed to get to his teammates.

“Spinkick! Flytrap!” He yelled, running towards them and the deactivated, defensive machines.

Flytrap, with a panicked look on her face, started trying to explain.

“Boss, we’re so sorry! We didn’t mean to trip the alarm— We didn’t mean for everything to be out of con—“

But she stopped rambling as soon as she felt Amaryllis’ arms wrap around them.

“—trol…?”

“Are you guys okay?..” He whispered, cupping their faces as gently as he could.

Spinkick could feel his hands shaking, and knew from the horror in his face that he was so worried. He placed his hand on top of Amaryllis’, and leaned into it. He listened as Amaryllis’ breathing turned slow and calm. And while he did this, he muttered,

“We’re fine…we’re sorry, ‘Lis..”

“Does that matter? Let’s just get out of here…” He grabbed their hands, but Flytrap’s eyes became wide with realization, seeing Amaryllis’ lootbag empty.

“But- what about the gem?”

Amaryllis sighed, with his face tinted with the color he despised.

“Something else mattered more at that moment.”

He shook his head, a tiny grin pulling at the corner of his lips.

“Let’s get out of here.”

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CSOW : AMARYLLIS : DAY 2 : MISSION

LEFT TO RIGHT

SHOEBLADES - His kicks hurt EXTRA because his sharp, metal-tipped shoes can slice, stab, and gash.

POISON CLAWS - Strong opponent or not, if he scratches you more than a few times, you start to become disoriented with every move.

VIALS - He keeps SO MUCH of these in his very tight pockets, and he knows every single one of them. Keep your eye on what he’s throwing!

JAMMERS - Amaryllis on camera? Nice try. His jammers will glitch out any camera or device directed at him, no matter what. He wont be seen.

GAS - What’s that smell?…why do you feel dizzy? Of course, Amaryllis’ poison gasses! He has a range of non-lethal to very lethal, and keeps whatever he needs to use at each caper. Better bring a gas mask!

COMBAT

Amaryllis majorly fights with a brutal combination of agility, strength, and force, and he’s even more lethal with these tools.

His senses are very heightened, though he’s half blind, he can sense your presence anywhere you go.

He’s also very quick and precise, it’s very difficult to get him off his feet.

Thinking of using his weapons against him? Bad idea. He’s immune to poisons and gasses. Unless you can find his acids, which are securely hidden in plain sight, and difficult to get.

THIEVING

Depending on his mood and the risks, he can choose to be stealthy, or to give himself a chase just for fun.

’Bait and Switch’ is his favorite move.

CCTVs may not be watching him…but he’s watching you.

If he does choose to give himself a chase, he’ll hide his face.

He likes to trick any opponent a lot.

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CSOW : AMARYLLIS : DAY 5 : MENTORSHIP

“They did it because they loved me..”

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CSOW : AMARYLLIS : DAY 4 : TRAGEDY (TW : SLIGHT GORE)

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“No…no!” a young boy dropped to the sharp, rocky ground scraping his knees.

“I—This— This is all my fault…” He babbled to himself.

His right eye— if he even had one anymore, was aching from the debris that stabbed his freshly scorched face. His hands, were rough and throbbing with burns.

But nothing could compare to the tightness he felt in his chest when he saw the monsterous fire scorch them to death…all he could hear were their screams ringing in his ears.

Why did the accident have to happen?

This didn’t have to happen.

If he didn’t leave them behind..

He..

This was all his fault.

This was all his fault.

He stood up quick enough to gash his knees from the sharp, rough, rocky ground, but he didn’t care about the blood that dripped from the scars. He ran, and ran, deaf to the sirens— from ambulances and police cars, that drove right past him.

He couldn’t keep being there…Everything was his fault, he couldn’t handle it.

3 DAYS LATER.

It was an unusually quiet, slightly rainy day in the streets of Vera Cruz, Mexico. It was around 6pm, little stands were about to close down.

A man, watching the peaceful sunset with a tired but small grin, was preparing to close down his shop, when all of the sudden he saw a shadow run past him.

After a few seconds of recovering from the shock that ran through his body, he realized.

“Thief!” The man, tired and enraged, chased after the shadow, following him into an alleyway.

It was a young boy, around fourteen, holding a box of snacks. He looked so scared, with a deep, unhealed, and nasty wound on the right side of his face.

“Dead end…Ay, niño, if you can give me the money to buy it, i’ll let you have it. But if not…then I’m afraid i’m gonna have to-“

The man then shrieked as he felt an electric shock stun his entire body! The young boy froze, moving back a little.

His heart was pounding, who did this..?

The man collapsed to the ground, and it was…a woman. A tall, dark-skinned woman, wearing a purple dress, and with her curly dark hair tied into a high bun.

She dropped some coins in front of the man. “Ay dios..”

She then looked over at the boy, who looked mortified.

“Are you alright?” She asked with a kind smile…a smile like his mother’s.

Tearfully, he nodded, averting his gaze from her.

”Ayy…” She brushed his hair, that was covering most of his face, away to the side.

She seemed to have a look of shock when she saw the hideous, rough amount of scars on the right side of his face.

“Come, let’s get you some medical attention, and I’ll let you stay at my place, alright? This is no place for a little kid to rest..”

He looked at her, his eyes wide with shock.

“Come, niño.” She gave him his hand, and he hesitantly gave her his.

He noticed her face drop a little, knowing how rough his hands were at the moment, but she smiled again.

“I’m Marta. What’s your name?”

The boy didn’t answer..

“…That’s okay.” she smiled, “let’s go, alright?”

END.

(Sorry this was late 😭 I got busy)

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My day 6 and 7 is being delayed…for good reason…TUNE IN POOKIES WE GOING FOR A RIIIIIDE.