ᴏᴘᴘᴏꜱɪᴛᴇꜱ ᴀᴛᴛʀᴀᴄᴛ - Vinespace fanfiction

🌺★ 1. ꜱᴇᴇᴅ

Seeds are the start.
They are the beginning of life.
Within the tiny shell, is a plant awaiting germination.
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Dig, plant, burry. That was the cycle Vinestaff followed within her garden. One she embedded in her routine. A routine she carefully planned out for everyday. However, sometimes routines must be broken.

Today Valk and Dom were supposed to hold another phighting match for the tournament. Vinestaff did not mind joining these phights. Despite the fact that her teammates could stress her out, it was surprisingly fun. If she wasn't getting jumped by Biograft, Banhammer or Katana of course.

Hopefully she got a team with one of her roommates. Although... considering Shuriken's horrible performance last phight, it was probably for the best that she didn't.

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Vinestaff arrived at Crossroads after a long bus trip, stepping out of the vehicle into the cool air of the city. The weather here was similar to that of Theives' Den, however the hot winds from Lost Temple occasionally made their way to this place. Vinestaff hated those days.

Luckily, it was not one of those days today. Vinestaff watched as the bus drove off after a moment, the back of it soon fading into the darkness of the tunnel which connected her faction with Crossroads. She began walking into the city, her boots clicking against the concrete sidewalk. She held her staff against her chest, her wooden arm gripping the gear. How cruel of her curse to be related with what she loved most. Plants.

As the gardener continued walking to where Zuka's truck was parked, she pondered about the future phight she'll experience. Will she win? Would her teammates actually stay in the damn point during a conquer round? Could she get MVP? She didn't know.

Vinestaff approached the ex-Blackrock soldier, asking for a trip to the lobby of the phights. Zuka muttered something in a tired voice, motioning for Vinestaff to get in the backseat as there was already his son in shotgun. Vinestaff murmured a small thank you to Zuka, opening the car door and sliding into a seat. One next to the window of course. Now she just had to wait for more phighters to join before Zuka would start driving.

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Vinestaff stared out the window, watching the clouds pass in the sky. She began to zone out then, thinking about her wooden arm. It felt... weird. Sure, she still could feel with it. However, it felt a bit...numb. A constant reminder of her curse. Vinestaff had attempted to cut off her cursed arm in order to prevent the curse from spreading even more.

It never worked. She had tried so many times...and the damn limb grew back. She suffered so much pain everytime she cut it off, only for it to grow back in the same condition. She absolutely-

Vinestaff perked up after she felt someone shifting into the seat next to her, snapping out of her moment of zoning out and turning to look at the phighter. She didn't recognize them for a moment, then remembered who they were.

"Ah...hello Subspace."

Subspace looked back at the gardener, the crystal between his horns emitting a soft pink glow.

"Hello Vinestaff!!"

Subspace greeted back, in a cheerful voice. Vinestaff could tell it was fake. Everyone could. Vinestaff did not hate Subspace, but she didn't trust him. He was a mere stranger from Blackrock, and the faction already had a horrible reputation.