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Rune Factory, Rune Factory 5

#Rune Factory #Rune Factory 5

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character: fuuka_(rune_factory), alice_(rune_factory), copyright: rune_factory two characters, 2girls, alice (rune factory), fuuka (rune factory), blonde hair, long hair, braid, green eyes, hat, shoulder armor, long sleeves, shirt, necktie, armband, holding sword, sharp eyes, light smile, golden aura, spiritual energy, glowing golden particles, pink hair, red hair, long hair, ahoge, animal ears, wolf ears, animal ear fluff, tail, glowing red eyes, berserk, gnashing teeth, open mouth, black and red lightning, crackling arcs, all fours, beast-like pose, crouching, arched back, side by side, space background, starfield, glass floor, transparent floor, reflections, from below, wide shot, dutch angle Seen from a low, slightly tilted camera that puts the starfield behind both heads, the two figures share a glass floor suspended in open space: a seamless sheet of thick transparent panes stretching to every edge of frame, its polished surface mirroring both bodies a hand's depth below their knees, the mirrored copies dimmer and softer than the real thing, with the faint grid of pane seams running away in perspective toward a starfield that fills the entire background -- crisp white and pale blue pinpricks, a soft violet nebula drift across the upper left, no horizon line at all, so the floor reads as the only solid thing in a void. Alice stands to the left of frame, upright and easy, weight on her right leg, left hip pushed out, her long braid of blonde hair lying forward over her shoulder plate. Her green eyes are narrow and sharp, their lower lids flat, and a small closed-mouth smile curves one corner of her lips without breaking the eyes' edge. Both hands close around the grip of a straight sword held point-up and slightly outward from her body, the blade catching a hot gold line down its fuller; her shoulder armor sits square, the necktie hanging straight, the armband tight on her upper arm, the wide-brimmed hat tilted so its shadow cuts across one brow. Golden spiritual energy rises off her in a sheath that clings close to the cloth and flares at the shoulders and the tip of the sword, a slow updraft of glowing gold motes spiralling upward, the light from it falling warm on the underside of her chin, the front of her shirt and the flat of the blade, and every mote throws its own faint gold fleck onto the glass beneath her. Her gaze is level, aimed straight across at her companion. Fuuka crouches to the right of frame on all fours, weight spread forward onto both splayed hands, spine arched high, hips raised, knees under the body and toes gripping the glass, her tail sweeping out low behind her. Her wolf ears are pinned back in their ruff of fluff, her pink-and-red hair falling forward around her face in loose strands, and her eyes burn a flat, saturated red with no visible pupil, glowing strongly enough to stain the glass and her own cheekbones with a dull crimson bounce. Her jaw is wrenched open, teeth bared and gnashing, every muscle in her neck and shoulders standing out; black and red lightning breaks off her in jagged bolts, some crawling up the long bones of her forearms, some forking out past her shoulder to snap and vanish in the air, the red passages of each arc lighting the floor around her hands a hard crimson. She is not looking at Alice -- her glare is fixed forward past the frame edge, at something the camera cannot see. The contact points are explicit: Alice's boots planted flat on the glass, her palms wrapped around the grip; Fuuka's spread fingers pressed white against the pane with the crimson glow trapped underneath them, the arch of her instep against the floor, her tail tip hovering a finger's width above the surface. Between them a thin seam of bare glass stays clear, where Alice's steady gold and Fuuka's ragged red-black light meet and refuse to mix -- the gold washing thin and cool along the boundary, the red bleeding into the pane's edge. The floor's mirror gives each figure a second, softer body below the knees, and where the two auras overlap in the reflection the pane shows a faint, smeared violet. Palette locked to gold, black, crimson and the cold blue-white of the stars, with the glass taking whatever colour falls on it; deep black space, no other light source but the two auras and the distant stars. Held, crackling tension.

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