[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 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.]