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the GREAT tales of RUBY BLUSH CARMINE

Summary:

Im RUBY BLUSH CARMINE, the great master of BLOOD. Im better than those NINJA, im SPECIAL, and one day everyone will bow to ME

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A young elemental master deals with her ego and supernatural forces out of her control

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My name is RUBY BLUSH CARMINE. My hair is red and curls behind my back and is styled into a emo fringe in my face. I also have two black white racoon tails resting on my shoulders. My SMUDGED eyeliner drips down my cheeks, highlighting my BIG DARK eyes. Im wearing a short red kimono with knife accessories, sandals with high combat heels and ripped fishnets. Im also the elemental master of blood.

speaking of blood, im currently forced into a corner by a bunch of odd black creature. They seem to have none, but im RUBY BLUSH CARMINE for ninjagos sake, so i pull out my knife and slash across my thighs, ripping my fishnets even further. As i start to bleed i used the fluid to bind the creatures throwing them across the street TOTALLY NO PROBLEM.

I use this moment to flee, even in my SUPER COOL AND TOTALLY NOT INEFFICIENT black heeled sandals im able to climb one of the buildings, and from the horizon, i see a weird odd smoke, but whatever, probably fire. I force my wound to heal before jumping over to another building, watching as more and more of those weird monster started roaming the streets. usually i would jump straight infront of them, im RUBY BLUSH CARMINE, so normally i would kill those lowly creatures and still be home for dinner, but my attention suddenly turned to the weird cloud that emerged from the citys center and the smoke.

I continue, approaching the cloud, watching as lowly non-masters turned into stone, their bodys freezing into place. Tsk, they had it coming. This is Ninjago, only the most capable survive, after all those invasions they should have learned it by now. But they are pathetic sheep, living in bliss. Do they even KNOW which artifacts layed out there? Which POWERS they could get by just being in the right place in the right time?

No matter, i will bring a stop to it. My body is made out of magic, its quite literally pulsing trough my veins, I, RUBY BLUSH CARMINE, WILL STOP THIS CURSE.

suddenly the sound of a motor filled the sky, and the shadow of a boat shaped thing covers me. Oh, them, of course, of fucking course.

I dont care for them, we are on a similar level of course, but THEY are pathetic. THEY have the powers of technique unknown to most masters YET dont use them? I, RUBY BLUSH CARMINE, AM MORE CAPABLE THAN ANY OF THEM. I HAVE NO MASTER, BUT I KNOW THE TRUTH.

It comes nearer, but i need to no help, they dont need to evacuate me. I know what im doing. I continue to run, approaching the point where the clouds start to cover the buildings, but i dont care. I have survived so much here, this is no different. I slash my arms, summoning multiple extra knifes out of my blood that hovered behind me as i prepare to jump into the darkness.

Im powerful, im the master of blood.

I will liberate us, they will kiss my feet.

Im ruby blush carmine.

I jump into the darkness.

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ah, realms, truly curious.
some are grand, moving in harmony and calm. some are chaotic, imbalanced, yet people still fight to claim it as their own.
obviously the gardener isn't exempt from this, watering her plants, the weeds glimmering as the liquid runs down their leafs, reflecting the odd warping colorr of the horizon.
suddenly she stops, turning around to face the young woman that has fallen onto the patch. She has squished her dear dragon teeth flowers, what a shame, she thought, but flowers always regrow, people dont.
"And who are you, young one?" she said, her voice muffled from the mask that rests on her face. The woman looked up, her brown-reddish hair messily covering her body and face. She got up from the dirt, wiping her face free of the soil as she looked up, slightly tumbling back at the sight of the creature. "i..I COULD ASK YOU THE S-SAME" she said shakily, looking around the place frantically. "i am but a humble gardener" she placed her sharp paw on her partially fur covered chest "i dont remember inviting you, but make yourself at home, its been a while since ive had company"
she started walking trough the dirt fields again, and hesitantly, the other followed her too. She scanned her form, the upper and lower halfs of her body being feline ish and black, while her torso copys the form of a human female with two wings sprouting from the back. her tail swishes from side to side as she walked, it being mostly covered by a scarf wrapped around her waist, a seemingly selfmade straw tube being attached as well, a few plants being placed in it.
"you are a elemental master are you not?"
"yes, the master of blood!"
"hm, i did not know that was a element"
"well now you do hag"
"and you are not intentionally here?"
"no, atleast i think so. I jumped into a darkness and now im here"
"but are you really?"
the gardener stopped, plucking a blue weed with red tips from a small patch of other unassuming plants. she handed it to Her who hesitantly took it. She sniffed her palm before coughing, a strong menthol odor filling her nose.
"take this, on the house"
"you sell these?"
"maybe"
She rolled her eyes, before her limbs suddenly went as hard as rock. The gardener looked back as She started passing out, dropping back on the ground. she continued to stare before turning around, her walk continuing.
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I woke up with the taste of rock in my mouth, a nurse immediately tending to me. I notice a bandages on my arms. I didnt close my wounds, figures. Otherwise i seemed to be fine, and the nurse told me im ok aswell, letting me go an hour after.

Tsk, held back again, but its ok, because i damaged those monster brutes, which means the city OWES me. ME. RUBY BLUSH CARMINE.

I return to my apartment, ive had my own for a few months now, almost a year, and it was the best decision EVER. I plop onto my couch, and the memories of that weird semi coma dream return.

Some gardener, weird, whatever. Not the first time. I pass out all the time, but this is the first time i had an actual dream of some sort. Eh, maybe it means im special.

I grab my glass of cola, bringing it to my lips before suddenly the smell of menthol fills my lungs. I cough, accidentally dropping my glass, but that wasnt my priority. I return to my hand, smelling it from a bit more afar. Yes, menthol and dirt.
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Im not sure what to do what to do with this information.