[ Never let it be said that Yang is a water person. Because she's not. But even Yang Xiao Long knows when it's time for a cool-down. A chill-out. A nice, relaxing dip in the river that runs just outside of Beacon. Were there monsters in there? Maybe. But hey, the surface looks nice and calm! And they got this. She stands on the bank with her hands on her hips, a grin lighting up her face. ]
Wha-What? No-no way! I'm not jumping in there first! If I jump in first and the water's freezing, then you aren't going to go in at all! We've done like a bazillion times before.
[She'll fold give Yang a look. Then she'll slide in and try to link arms with her sister.]
If we go in, we're going in together. At the same time.
bananas OR harper, circa early June StE in a hypothetical "everyone's still around" scenario.
[ To say Lily hates this feeling is the understatement of the century. It's something she's repeated to the point of nausea - the sense of helplessness, failure. To know she'd hurt people she loves just because she was hurt. Knowing also that she still has their support, that they've been hovering around her almost nonstop for days to weeks is somewhat gratifying, but...
There are moments like this, where she's sitting just kind of dead eyed staring at the TV in her den. She's moved around too much today, with school and finals. Everything hurts. She'd rather just go to bed, but she's too stubborn to call someone to help her do as such.
So, she just sits there, trying to not pay attention to the intense pain in her arm and shoulder, looking dead to the world and more than a little frumpy. She's not even been frequenting the Network much, really - if she was honest and open, she'd have to admit she was afraid. Ashamed.
She's already been confronted with and dealt with hurting those around her with her own stupidity. She's scared for how other people that are her friends are going to react when they see her like this.
But, she's also so out of it she's not likely to notice if, say... Her father let someone in. ]
[ And let someone in her father did. Harper knows she can't exactly hole up forever. It's been nearly a month now, a month of stubbornly spending all her time at home, just remembering, when her brother couldn't. It was a severe reminder of how fragile the whole situation really was — that the person she'd known the longest, her best friend, was suddenly separated from her in a way she couldn't rightly explain to anyone. Her parents seemed happy enough, that at least one of their children returned to "normal". It stung, but she couldn't begrudge them that. With Locke being rebuilt, and things coming to a workable flatline, Harper felt disconnected. Exposed, with the absence of her teammates while they were halfway across the country.
At night, she wonders when she ever got around to feeling that way about anyone. Her independence was succumbing to the need to have the people who made her feel strong close. There's one she still hasn't found, the voice echoing in every uncomfortable, vulnerable spot she had. Left alone, she's reminded that her power, Rhythm's power, isn't even entirely her own.
Sometimes she lays in bed, staring at the ceiling, her Cure Module clutched to her chest right over her heart. She holds onto it, and simultaneously wishes she could shove it right back in where it came from.
But she can't, so she puts on her brave face. The same face she's wearing when she comes to call on Lily. Her network usage was spotty, and texting a friend wasn't really the same as visiting them, anyway. Especially not when she's come with a peace offering in hand for not checking on her sooner. (It is not cupcakes, for the record. It is a very healthy and nutritious blueberry crumble!) Said peace offering is the first thing to appear in the doorway, dangled by its cute little bundled-up knot. ]
[ Lily is zoned out enough that Harper's sudden appearance has her react with a bit of a start. Enough that she jerks just a little bit and that bit is enough for her to quickly cringe in pain. She tugs a blanket she had draped over her shoulders to cover more of her bandaged right arm.
Her eyes immediately start to bore holes in the floor, not raising her chin back to look at the other Cure. ]
H- hi, Harper...
[ If the shame weighing down her wasn't evident in her actions, it sure as hell was there in her voice. ]
[The amusement park. The one place that Raye had been dying to hit up ever since moving into town back in the fall. Of course, the thing about amusement parks is that they're just no fun to go to by yourself and while Raye is just fine with spending a day with the munchkin, it would have meant a day of kiddy rides. And that is no good when you've got your eye set on one ride in particular.
How the heck she had dragged Harper along for this could very well be a mystery (though it had probably involved the word "chicken" a lot) but however the other girl might object, there's no turning back now, they're already at the end of the line.]
Holy shit, look at that thing.
[She chuckles a bit, having to shield her eyes from the sun as she gazes up at the goddamned spire that is the tallest drop of the biggest roller coaster on the East Coast: the Skyfall.]
[ Harper is a lot of things, but a chicken is not among them. For the most part. Throughout the line she'd done her best to be as annoying as possible by prattling on about inane things, even by her standards. Just to give Raye what for.
Now, as they come upon the entrance to the rollercoaster, she's fallen silent. And sort of pale. ]
Awesome... right.
[ Harper gazes up, all the way up, one hand held up against the flat of her stomach uneasily. ]
[(Un?)fortunately, this is one time when even Harper's babbling can't wreck Raye's good mood. She's that jazzed up about this stupid roller coaster. She's only paying attention half the time anyway as, thanks to some clever design schemes, the line is perfectly placed to provide a great view of the cart as it goes blazing past and up and over that first gut-wrenching drop. Along with the chorus of screams and shrieks from the current riders, of course.]
Come on! Don't tell me you've never been on a freaking roller coaster before!
[The cart pulls in and the line moves up as the next batch climbs in for the thrill ride of a lifetime. It's about then that... wait, can it be? It can! They're first in line for the next run, which means....]
[ Harper is aware of the air of terror accompanying them up to the stalls that lead out to the coaster seats. Mostly though, her own growing nervousness is making all the noise seem a little distant. She may even be handwringing as she whirls on Raye, summoning up every ounce of bluster she can manage. ]
O-Of course I've been on a roller coaster before! I'm sixteen, not six!
[ (Kiddie coasters don't count, Harper. Most six-year-olds are probably braver than you.)
Grateful for the movement, Harper shuffles along as the line progresses forward, only to have to stifle a squeak at where they fall. She nearly skids to a stop. ]
You... [ HER VOICE DID NOT BREAK SHUT UP. ] Um. Really want the front?
[Not buying that for a second. As Harper stands there wringing her hands in a fit of nerves, Raye's planted her feet right at the gate onto the ride because there's no way she's gonna miss this chance and let somebody squeeze past her to get that coveted from row seat. She's... not really paying much attention to Harper's nervousness. She'd figured she'd be a big wuss about it anyway, but this'll be good for her. Everybody's gotta grow up and get off the kiddie rids eventually.]
In that case, you should know that the front seats are the best ones. Especially for a ride with a drop like that.
[She punctuates her point by pointing to where the current riders are just cresting said drop, hovering in limbo at the very top for a moment before plummeting straight down again.]
and another, bananas, actual canon-ish StE, still no prompt?
[ Graduation has come and gone. Lily's injury is a thing of the past, though the phantom remembrance of what it felt like lingers and she suspect it always will.to some degree. All things told, her confidence is slowly starting to piece back together - bit by bit, largely on the shoulders of Winter's constant support, but also... There's something else. Something that's been sticking in her mind day in and day out.
Words left behind by a friend.
When Lily first became Numbered, and understood just how dangerous thins were becoming, she cut people out of her life. They weren't real, honest and close friends, but... She thought she was doing it for them. To keep them safe.
Then, she began to lose people around her, in a sense - people losing their memories of the Network, of their past lives. First Cerise, then Annie... She had formed a friendship with Annie outside the Network, so there was still the ability for that to remain. With Cerise, she just kept a watchful, arms length eye on her, still frequenting her flower shop.
But... one person was different. She hadn't known him much outside their little adventures, yet his presence, words, and actions had done a lot to steer her. To help her when things looked at their bleakest on that fateful day in March.
One small thing remains, however. It's almost a bit silly, in all honesty - by all rights, Lily could just call. Try to talk. Instead of taking a chance of not even running across this person - but leaving Jasmine to Winter's academic mercy (or lack thereof) Lily's snuck out for a little while today, to just hang around the library.
Wholly unnecessary, as she comes bearing a Kindle gifted to her for her recent birthday, but all the same.
[ As it turns out, he's scheduled a little later in the day, this time around. When he makes it to the library, there's no outwardly remarkable differences about him — maybe that there's no little green robot hot on his heels, or the sudden brightness of his expression, unaffected by some unseen weight he had no words to accurately convey. He may look a little older too, though he couldn't really tell anyone why. All in all, the world itself has disappeared from his shoulders.
And Banagher doesn't even know he had it there in the first place.
Making his way over to the desk, he balances himself on one of his palms to lean over and put his bag behind it, chatting away with another one of the staff. When he glances over his shoulder into the library, something gives him a pause.
Or rather, someone.
For a moment after he recognizes the girl as Lily, he stills, expression unreadable, but not exactly unkind. It's as if his demeanor suffers a dent just by seeing her, and he stops to say something to the lady at the desk, before hopping off the counter. Words flood his imagination, words reserved for what seems like some other life, now a distant flicker that races in his veins when he thinks there's nothing worth looking twice over. He does look twice. In fact, he does one better, and turns to approach her. It's the least he can do, when she understands the things he'd told himself not to hide from her, and he doesn't. One thing does ring in his mind, something he'd said of his own accord: Maybe we're not as far from one another as we think.
Meeting her halfway there isn't outside the realm of what he can still do. ]
Hey. ...Lily.
[ It's more of a tentative greeting than he's used to, but he has to start somewhere, when he's toeing the line he didn't even draw in the sand himself. ]
[ When Banagher takes notice of her, she's just sitting at a table, fiddling with her Kindle and wondering if this was a stupid thing to do to start with. The act of seeing him isn't odd in and of itself - even if it felt as if he had left them, it wasn't like Banagher Links had just vanished off the face of the planet. Of course, she immediately recognizes how disconnected he is now from them. It's a feeling she's experienced with Cerise and Annie in the past, though just as those situations differed... So too did this.
"Tentative" is not something she's used to from the young man who got her to calm down in the face of a city destroying giant monster.
A concern floods the look in her eyes, and it's probably unmistakable if one were to look into them - Newtype or not.
Still, she smiles all the same, looking up as he nears. ]
Hello there, Banagher. It's been a little while.
[ ...which isn't untrue, regardless of whether or not his echoes had been there. ]
[ It is just past midnight in casa de Harrison-Lechat. Which means that, despite all the assorted Weird Shit that has decided to barge into their blessed normal lives, Yvonne still has to be the weirdest of them all. Peeking over the magazine she's reading, she extends a leg across the couch to poke her roommate in the side with a toe. ]
Blake. [ She waits about a second. ] Blaaake, hey. Earth to roomie, I know you've been at that book for six whole hours, but I've got a question.
[Has it really been that long already? Quite probably, not that Blake is aware of the passage of time under these circumstances. Her attention is entirely zeroed in on the book, locked in as the detective finally tracks the killer down to their lair-- something pokes her in the side, she ignores it-- and goes in alone. Now noise is happening, but she continues to ignore the outside world as said detective catches a glimpse of a shadowy figure and draws his gun....]
Huh?
[Okay, somebody is definitely trying to get her attention. Blinking, she pulls her attention away and reluctantly returns to the real world long enough to look over at Yvonne.]
[ I DON'T HAVE ANYTHING TO START WITH YET, this is just to leave a note for myself - if you can come up with anything in the meantime, by all means. Just something eventually, in this space. ]
[ Harper sits on the ledge of one of the spotless brick partitions separating Starling-Chandler from its nearby lots. Her heels balance against the ground thoughtfully, and she stares at the tips of her flats. One good thing the battle had done for them in the long months that followed, the turning of spring to summer, was make the appearance of the Numbered a somewhat more common thing. Not necessarily accepted, but those who thought to voice such a thing in her presence would find themselves very, very sorry if they did.
Perhaps that's the only reason why she was able to tempt him outside in the first place. ]
You never did tell me what you were making, that day.
[ When she'd basically bullied him out of the baking aisle. ]
[There's a strange, "secure" effect to Harper's company, in person or otherwise, that's for certain. Anthony's doubts over going had dropped, bowed, bent, and resigned to Harper's urging.
The near-guarantee of a bit of normal being out, a bit of normalcy with a fellow Numbered with lack of any acted-on disapproval wasn't quite the only reason he'd gone with it. But around her, anything he got wouldn't be anything he didn't and, implicitly, wouldn't miss anything he did have coming.
In the meanwhile, he's endeavoring to watch himself.
He turns his face toward her voice and husks out a "What -- ...?" for a moment, quickly clamps that and slams it down that will not do, pins down exactly what she means.]
...Oh -- that -- that-that - day at the -
[Obviously she knows what day she's talking about; that'll not do... Shakes his head, mutters a "Sorry".]
-- I, erm.
[He thinks. With some difficulty - he hadn't even finished shopping that day as he hadn't had a plan; could barely remember details on those notes of the day after that; that was when he'd gone to Angeline's.
He quits. Sinks into shamefaced, "smile", with a wheezy something-or-other between a single laugh and a sigh to pair off with it.]
...I don't --
[Shakes his head. As he says the next there's a small, oily sinking down below his ribs.]
I -- can't remember; wish I could. -- S - sorry.
Uhmm.
[Does he really have any right to ask the question back when he couldn't answer it - it starts anyway. Piping up quietly and thinning.] What -- what were you -- ...?
[Little slip to a crack there.]
...Doing -- there, if uhm...?
["If you remember. There's a smart-alecky answer to that and he's faintly knocking himself for it, but...]
[A test of her gem-dowsing spell leads her to "tracking" Banagher down via the crystal she sent him around Christmas, by whatever circumstances that might possibly be feasible, serious or lighthearted!]
[It's been days now. Days since Raye Satterfield has done much more than sit alone in her room, staring blankly ahead at nothing, refusing to speak more than a handful of words to anybody who approached her. Days since the incident, when one of those Thunder Corp drones had flown in and caught its reincarnated target off guard.
The resulting gunfire had shredded her, for lack of any better description. A few seconds of gunfire and she'd hit the ground in pieces. She should have died, expected it, the pain alone was enough that she'd thought there couldn't possibly be a way to survive even that much... but she hadn't. Glittering threads had appeared by the dozen, Life Fibers woven and merged with her body, and over the course of a few seconds had... pulled her back together, quite literally. She'd been awake the whole time, conscious, watching.
But worse by far had been the Echoes that came with it. Echoes of that girl in pink, the one that inspired such terror and hatred in past Echoes, holding her heart in her hand and cheerily proclaiming herself her "soul-sister" as the organ pulsed and shone with Life Fibers. And then, that other, grotesque woman, Kiryuin Ragyo, punching a hand into Ryuko's and by extension Raye's chest to rip her heart out and hold it in front of her face to show the same threads wrapped around it. She'd called her her daughter. The two most frightening and horrific figments from her past life, the ones she'd believed were here enemies, and instead learned they were family.
It's been days. Another day finds her much the same, curled up on her bed with her with her head resting on her knees. Not even Senketsu has managed to get through to her, she refuses to even speak to, let alone wear the Kamui.
Stupid. This whole time, she hadn't even thought of what her Echoes meant. Even when she'd learned that Senketsu had been designed as a combat uniform specifically for her. Even when she'd learned the truth of Life Fibers, that they were parasitic, ravenous creatures that existed only to devour everything around them. Even when she'd found herself growing stronger without Senketsu. Even after all that, she'd never spared one single fucking thought to what that made her, she'd just plunged ahead, believing herself to be some kind of hero.
And now she knows better. She's no hero. She isn't the same as Harper, Lily and the others. She isn't even human. She's a thing, a freak, a monster, a weapon.
[It was... definitely a different experience being a "roommate" for lack of a better word. It wasn't her first pick but it couldn't be helped. With Thunder operations picking up, her Dead District-bordering apartment just wasn't a valid choice anymore.
There's been a few hurdles, largely surrounding Vanessa's "unsual" sleep schedule versus Banagher's "normal person" schedule as well as her habits regarding keeping food but those had been ironed out.
So, she's not worried about much this early morning as she steps out of the shower. She'd gotten used to adjusting a lot of her living alone habits. Although there was still one that hadn't quite clicked into place yet.
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I dare ya.
[ You gonna let her get away with that, Ruby? ]
No, better! I double dare ya.
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[She'll fold give Yang a look. Then she'll slide in and try to link arms with her sister.]
If we go in, we're going in together. At the same time.
bananas OR harper, circa early June StE in a hypothetical "everyone's still around" scenario.
There are moments like this, where she's sitting just kind of dead eyed staring at the TV in her den. She's moved around too much today, with school and finals. Everything hurts. She'd rather just go to bed, but she's too stubborn to call someone to help her do as such.
So, she just sits there, trying to not pay attention to the intense pain in her arm and shoulder, looking dead to the world and more than a little frumpy. She's not even been frequenting the Network much, really - if she was honest and open, she'd have to admit she was afraid. Ashamed.
She's already been confronted with and dealt with hurting those around her with her own stupidity. She's scared for how other people that are her friends are going to react when they see her like this.
But, she's also so out of it she's not likely to notice if, say... Her father let someone in. ]
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At night, she wonders when she ever got around to feeling that way about anyone. Her independence was succumbing to the need to have the people who made her feel strong close. There's one she still hasn't found, the voice echoing in every uncomfortable, vulnerable spot she had. Left alone, she's reminded that her power, Rhythm's power, isn't even entirely her own.
Sometimes she lays in bed, staring at the ceiling, her Cure Module clutched to her chest right over her heart. She holds onto it, and simultaneously wishes she could shove it right back in where it came from.
But she can't, so she puts on her brave face. The same face she's wearing when she comes to call on Lily. Her network usage was spotty, and texting a friend wasn't really the same as visiting them, anyway. Especially not when she's come with a peace offering in hand for not checking on her sooner. (It is not cupcakes, for the record. It is a very healthy and nutritious blueberry crumble!) Said peace offering is the first thing to appear in the doorway, dangled by its cute little bundled-up knot. ]
Delivery! Lily?
[ Harper pokes her head around the corner. ]
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Her eyes immediately start to bore holes in the floor, not raising her chin back to look at the other Cure. ]
H- hi, Harper...
[ If the shame weighing down her wasn't evident in her actions, it sure as hell was there in her voice. ]
Harper
How the heck she had dragged Harper along for this could very well be a mystery (though it had probably involved the word "chicken" a lot) but however the other girl might object, there's no turning back now, they're already at the end of the line.]
Holy shit, look at that thing.
[She chuckles a bit, having to shield her eyes from the sun as she gazes up at the goddamned spire that is the tallest drop of the biggest roller coaster on the East Coast: the Skyfall.]
This is gonna be awesome.
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Now, as they come upon the entrance to the rollercoaster, she's fallen silent. And sort of pale. ]
Awesome... right.
[ Harper gazes up, all the way up, one hand held up against the flat of her stomach uneasily. ]
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Come on! Don't tell me you've never been on a freaking roller coaster before!
[The cart pulls in and the line moves up as the next batch climbs in for the thrill ride of a lifetime. It's about then that... wait, can it be? It can! They're first in line for the next run, which means....]
Oh, hell yeah, we can get the front row!
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O-Of course I've been on a roller coaster before! I'm sixteen, not six!
[ (Kiddie coasters don't count, Harper. Most six-year-olds are probably braver than you.)
Grateful for the movement, Harper shuffles along as the line progresses forward, only to have to stifle a squeak at where they fall. She nearly skids to a stop. ]
You... [ HER VOICE DID NOT BREAK SHUT UP. ] Um. Really want the front?
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[Not buying that for a second. As Harper stands there wringing her hands in a fit of nerves, Raye's planted her feet right at the gate onto the ride because there's no way she's gonna miss this chance and let somebody squeeze past her to get that coveted from row seat. She's... not really paying much attention to Harper's nervousness. She'd figured she'd be a big wuss about it anyway, but this'll be good for her. Everybody's gotta grow up and get off the kiddie rids eventually.]
In that case, you should know that the front seats are the best ones. Especially for a ride with a drop like that.
[She punctuates her point by pointing to where the current riders are just cresting said drop, hovering in limbo at the very top for a moment before plummeting straight down again.]
and another, bananas, actual canon-ish StE, still no prompt?
Words left behind by a friend.
When Lily first became Numbered, and understood just how dangerous thins were becoming, she cut people out of her life. They weren't real, honest and close friends, but... She thought she was doing it for them. To keep them safe.
Then, she began to lose people around her, in a sense - people losing their memories of the Network, of their past lives. First Cerise, then Annie... She had formed a friendship with Annie outside the Network, so there was still the ability for that to remain. With Cerise, she just kept a watchful, arms length eye on her, still frequenting her flower shop.
But... one person was different. She hadn't known him much outside their little adventures, yet his presence, words, and actions had done a lot to steer her. To help her when things looked at their bleakest on that fateful day in March.
One small thing remains, however. It's almost a bit silly, in all honesty - by all rights, Lily could just call. Try to talk. Instead of taking a chance of not even running across this person - but leaving Jasmine to Winter's academic mercy (or lack thereof) Lily's snuck out for a little while today, to just hang around the library.
Wholly unnecessary, as she comes bearing a Kindle gifted to her for her recent birthday, but all the same.
Somehow, that feels like the right thing to do. ]
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And Banagher doesn't even know he had it there in the first place.
Making his way over to the desk, he balances himself on one of his palms to lean over and put his bag behind it, chatting away with another one of the staff. When he glances over his shoulder into the library, something gives him a pause.
Or rather, someone.
For a moment after he recognizes the girl as Lily, he stills, expression unreadable, but not exactly unkind. It's as if his demeanor suffers a dent just by seeing her, and he stops to say something to the lady at the desk, before hopping off the counter. Words flood his imagination, words reserved for what seems like some other life, now a distant flicker that races in his veins when he thinks there's nothing worth looking twice over. He does look twice. In fact, he does one better, and turns to approach her. It's the least he can do, when she understands the things he'd told himself not to hide from her, and he doesn't. One thing does ring in his mind, something he'd said of his own accord: Maybe we're not as far from one another as we think.
Meeting her halfway there isn't outside the realm of what he can still do. ]
Hey. ...Lily.
[ It's more of a tentative greeting than he's used to, but he has to start somewhere, when he's toeing the line he didn't even draw in the sand himself. ]
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"Tentative" is not something she's used to from the young man who got her to calm down in the face of a city destroying giant monster.
A concern floods the look in her eyes, and it's probably unmistakable if one were to look into them - Newtype or not.
Still, she smiles all the same, looking up as he nears. ]
Hello there, Banagher. It's been a little while.
[ ...which isn't untrue, regardless of whether or not his echoes had been there. ]
Harper + Luci.
Hypothetical STE AUs. Your choice.
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Blake. [ She waits about a second. ] Blaaake, hey. Earth to roomie, I know you've been at that book for six whole hours, but I've got a question.
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Huh?
[Okay, somebody is definitely trying to get her attention. Blinking, she pulls her attention away and reluctantly returns to the real world long enough to look over at Yvonne.]
What is it?
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Harper and Anthony [StE AU]
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[ Harper sits on the ledge of one of the spotless brick partitions separating Starling-Chandler from its nearby lots. Her heels balance against the ground thoughtfully, and she stares at the tips of her flats. One good thing the battle had done for them in the long months that followed, the turning of spring to summer, was make the appearance of the Numbered a somewhat more common thing. Not necessarily accepted, but those who thought to voice such a thing in her presence would find themselves very, very sorry if they did.
Perhaps that's the only reason why she was able to tempt him outside in the first place. ]
You never did tell me what you were making, that day.
[ When she'd basically bullied him out of the baking aisle. ]
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The near-guarantee of a bit of normal being out, a bit of normalcy with a fellow Numbered with lack of any acted-on disapproval wasn't quite the only reason he'd gone with it. But around her, anything he got wouldn't be anything he didn't and, implicitly, wouldn't miss anything he did have coming.
In the meanwhile, he's endeavoring to watch himself.
He turns his face toward her voice and husks out a "What -- ...?" for a moment, quickly clamps that and slams it down that will not do, pins down exactly what she means.]
...Oh -- that -- that-that - day at the -
[Obviously she knows what day she's talking about; that'll not do... Shakes his head, mutters a "Sorry".]
-- I, erm.
[He thinks. With some difficulty - he hadn't even finished shopping that day as he hadn't had a plan; could barely remember details on those notes of the day after that; that was when he'd gone to Angeline's.
He quits. Sinks into shamefaced, "smile", with a wheezy something-or-other between a single laugh and a sigh to pair off with it.]
...I don't --
[Shakes his head. As he says the next there's a small, oily sinking down below his ribs.]
I -- can't remember; wish I could. -- S - sorry.
Uhmm.
[Does he really have any right to ask the question back when he couldn't answer it - it starts anyway. Piping up quietly and thinning.] What -- what were you -- ...?
[Little slip to a crack there.]
...Doing -- there, if uhm...?
["If you remember. There's a smart-alecky answer to that and he's faintly knocking himself for it, but...]
Banagher and Cinderella [StE AU]
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And now for something completely different. STE Harper or Bananas (hypothetical bio-weapon babies CR
[It's been days now. Days since Raye Satterfield has done much more than sit alone in her room, staring blankly ahead at nothing, refusing to speak more than a handful of words to anybody who approached her. Days since the incident, when one of those Thunder Corp drones had flown in and caught its reincarnated target off guard.
The resulting gunfire had shredded her, for lack of any better description. A few seconds of gunfire and she'd hit the ground in pieces. She should have died, expected it, the pain alone was enough that she'd thought there couldn't possibly be a way to survive even that much... but she hadn't. Glittering threads had appeared by the dozen, Life Fibers woven and merged with her body, and over the course of a few seconds had... pulled her back together, quite literally. She'd been awake the whole time, conscious, watching.
But worse by far had been the Echoes that came with it. Echoes of that girl in pink, the one that inspired such terror and hatred in past Echoes, holding her heart in her hand and cheerily proclaiming herself her "soul-sister" as the organ pulsed and shone with Life Fibers. And then, that other, grotesque woman, Kiryuin Ragyo, punching a hand into Ryuko's and by extension Raye's chest to rip her heart out and hold it in front of her face to show the same threads wrapped around it. She'd called her her daughter. The two most frightening and horrific figments from her past life, the ones she'd believed were here enemies, and instead learned they were family.
It's been days. Another day finds her much the same, curled up on her bed with her with her head resting on her knees. Not even Senketsu has managed to get through to her, she refuses to even speak to, let alone wear the Kamui.
Stupid. This whole time, she hadn't even thought of what her Echoes meant. Even when she'd learned that Senketsu had been designed as a combat uniform specifically for her. Even when she'd learned the truth of Life Fibers, that they were parasitic, ravenous creatures that existed only to devour everything around them. Even when she'd found herself growing stronger without Senketsu. Even after all that, she'd never spared one single fucking thought to what that made her, she'd just plunged ahead, believing herself to be some kind of hero.
And now she knows better. She's no hero. She isn't the same as Harper, Lily and the others. She isn't even human. She's a thing, a freak, a monster, a weapon.
And above everything else, nothing but an idiot.]
To survive
StE - Cause we talked about this
There's been a few hurdles, largely surrounding Vanessa's "unsual" sleep schedule versus Banagher's "normal person" schedule as well as her habits regarding keeping food but those had been ironed out.
So, she's not worried about much this early morning as she steps out of the shower. She'd gotten used to adjusting a lot of her living alone habits. Although there was still one that hadn't quite clicked into place yet.
That door? Not locked at all.]