[ 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. ]
[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.]
[ 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.
[ 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. ]
[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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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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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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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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Harper + Luci.
Hypothetical STE AUs. Your choice.
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Harper and Anthony [StE AU]
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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.]