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Post by Namine Joy LeBeau on Sept 2, 2012 19:07:47 GMT -5
[No longer lazy!]
Pulling away from the demon that helped me I sigh, "Looooook... I can walk and stand... and stuffs... Gotta enough of my wits to move... So... thanks and laters." I then go over to Neku and throw an arm around his shoulders.
Idiot! You shouldn't over work yourself! Who's gonna make sure we get home in one piece? Obviously not us! We're both about to pass out on the spot! Stupid, moronic, bad Cheri!
But I do shift my weight so if he needs to he can lean on me and no one would noticed, I've got enough energy in me to keep holding out for a bit, "Strange she turned out to be a sheeeeeeeeeeee." Frowning to myself I bit my lip. "Now I am torn... Does this mean... I gotta kill someone else? Ugh, stupid logic kicking in." Any anger I had left in my body dies and suddenly I am cold and empty.
Why am I always so cold and empty?
...Is she changed yet...
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Post by Neku Sakuraba on Sept 2, 2012 20:59:20 GMT -5
I shook my head slightly.
It's like you're right in my head with me, I thought quietly, realizing she could probably hear me. Is this my powers or yours...? It's confusing...
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Post by Namine Joy LeBeau on Sept 2, 2012 21:04:50 GMT -5
I'll let ya off the hook this time, both... I'm guessing. My powers in echoing your powers.
I glance around at everyone and then sigh.
Now hold still, I already have the parts of my power back from everyone else... You... Are... Gonna feel pain...
And I begin concentrating on pulling my blue [assuming from all the tints I give] from his green very slowly, VERY slowly... Its painful for me as it is...
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Post by Ashelia McGuiness on Sept 2, 2012 21:14:41 GMT -5
Ashe had finished dressing, the black outfit Izaya gave her was a bit small in some parts...but decent. She was grumbling about how her back and stomach are exposed but she did like the little hood the outfit had. She tapped the girls shoulders to let her know she was done, when she stepped around them she sighed at the jeans she had to wear...at least it wasn't a skirt.
Vaan however, was impressed either way.
Wow she's...pretty. He thought, ...clothed AND naked...better stop thinking about that now.
"Okay...thank you all again." Ashe said, cutting her thoughts. "As I said before I am Ashe McGuiness, a member of the Network."
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Post by Neku Sakuraba on Sept 2, 2012 21:46:42 GMT -5
THe pain in my head built, the mother of all migraines, but I was used to that. I was even still somewhat functional, even as it felt like Namine was slowly ripping a bandaid off of my mind. So I heard Ashe's statement. I turned toward her, eyes widening, mouth dropping open. "Wh-what?!" I asked, incredulously. "You're... you're a member of my..." My concentration, my iron focus that I hadn't even realized I'd been holding, dropped completely away, and in that moment, I let go of something in my mind. Nami yanked a little too hard, something in my mind came loose, and I cried out as the agony doubled, even tripled, and I sank to my knees. ---------- A sunny day. Everything is so big, I must have been tiny.... something is wrong, something is different. It itches , like I'm not quite right.
The memory... missing a piece....
My face hurts, a gentle hand wipes a cool cloth over the spot.
I smile up at her, though her face is foggy, I can't see it clearly, and it isn't just the spot where he'd hit me and mommy is making it better.
A piece.... missing...
"Mommy... why am I different...?"
"Well.... that's because..."
She is sad, mommy is sad and it's my fault, it hurts on the inside, in places I'm not familiar with it ever hurting before.
who am i...
"Neku... Daddy and I are different from regular people..."
"Am I.... differenter...?"
Her words are drowned out by the crackle of thunder, and suddenly, HE is here and I'm screaming at Mommy to not leave me alone. Not leave me alone like daddy, maybe... maybe he's only sleeping but I'm old enough to know what guns are and that Daddy won't ever wake up.
.....mommy...? daddy...?
click
"Now, now, no use protecting it..." [/u][/b] click-click "No! Not my son! Please, just spare him, save him!"[/i] HE[/b] laughs. I'm scared, mommy, I'm scared...!
I'm scared... Nami... please...[/right]
[/i]BANG. BANG. BANG. [/b][/center] Mommy....! "Well, well, well..."[/i] That... voice...
"...what have we here..."------ ...who.... is that.... voice..... but the blackness claims me, and finally, the pain subsides.... |
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Post by Namine Joy LeBeau on Sept 2, 2012 21:57:38 GMT -5
My fingers fist my hair and I pant heavily, "Oh no... N-not...!"
And then it all floods me, consumes me, like I had Neku before. Its a payment, a price... But this... These...
I'm sorry, Neku! Sorry!
Everything, all of it. The happy side, the scared side, the... pain...
I yank with everything I have out of Neku. Panting and watching as he falls, mind not connecting fast enough to body to catch him.
Everything, flashes, continues to...
All of that...
Burned into my...
"... Neku..."
He did ask a good question...
... Who is he?
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Post by Vaan Shepard on Sept 3, 2012 8:32:43 GMT -5
"Your Network?" Ashe asked, "what about the Leader?"
Now Vaan was confused, he looked at Neku and then at Ashe. "Um, he is the leader...who do you think the leader is?"
"A tall, bulky man, bald, wears a respirator mask." Ashe repeated, earning now a collective shock from Vaan.
"Sorry, what? That guy is not the leader of the Network, Neku is." he gestured to him, "are you sure you're a member of the Network?"
Ashe was suddenly very defensive, "I am! I'll show you I..." she had began to pat her pockets for a cell phone, but found she had none. Grumbling she turned to him, "Do you have a cell phone with internet connection?"
Vaan took out his own phone, signed online and handed it to her - she took it and typed in the Network's address page. Vaan didn't necessarily know how a group secret like that managed to have it's own webpage, though he also suspected like it's users it wasn't as obvious as it looked. Soon after Ashe was done entering her info she handed it back to Vaan.
"Here, this is his account."
Vaan took it and looked at the page, sure enough the item that caught his attention was the top right bar where it showed Administration capabilities.
"Neku you may want to see this." he simply said, scrolling through the internet page.
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Post by Lea on Sept 3, 2012 12:58:28 GMT -5
Lea stepped forward. He'd been waiting outside as a rear guard; when the commotion started, he'd tried to get into the bank, but the strange nature of the Crossing had left him stranded outside. He'd managed to get in afterwards, and had been briefed by Izaya (after he was kicked out) and been listening for the past few minutes.
"The Boss is otherwise occupied," he said sourly, looking to where Neku was laying in Namine's arms, passed out from either mental strain from using his powers, or the odd things that happened to him when Namine used hers. "Let me see. Namine, you might wanna get a look too," he said.
It wasn't often that he got involved in affairs of Watchers; he preferred simply being another member of the Network, maybe someone who would run a Safehouse one day, considering that Tifa seemed to be preparing him to run Veil if anything happened to her.
He took the phone, scrolled through.
"Vaan, this isn't our website," he said suddenly. "And even if it was, there's no way she could have admin capabilities and have Boss not know her name; he's the only one who can assign those, and they only go to senior or high-ranking Watchers."
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Post by Namine Joy LeBeau on Sept 3, 2012 16:39:56 GMT -5
Despite not really wanting to look, I did. And I didn't just glance it over either, I take a hard, cold, long examination. I can feel my lips forming a hard, cold line.
"Well, there can be three, no, four explanations," I say softly, eyes not exactly focusing as my mind races back through anything important I may need. "One is this a fraud site and the leader she is talking about is too. Two this is an exact replica of the site with the working functions, but all intensive purposes is just like option A. Three... She's was apart of the OLD workings and got brain washed somehow. Four... We've got a hacker..."
I look up to Ashe, deeply concerned, wishing there was someway I could dip deep into these girl's memories, wishing I could see if she was telling the truth. I, Namine Joy LeBeau, suddenly realize the importance of complete and utter control... And how suddenly chaos can topple that.
"In my option one of the last three makes the most sense with the events that have been happening," I then turn back to Neku. "But don't take anything I say seriously, I'm no good at these things..." And craddle him closer as I lose myself in my own thoughts, not self pity, but... simply... Who are these people really around me? Its my job to figure it out. For myself, for my real family, for the Network, for... I think... Humanity...
"Who and what, who and what," I mumble to myself and then let my mind play its own game as I shut my eyes and lean my forehead against the Boss's. "...Who and what."
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Post by Lea on Sept 3, 2012 16:46:42 GMT -5
"It would take a pretty damn good hacker to get past Izzy's security," Lea pointed out, taking a mental note of Namine's unbalanced state. Neku had told him what he'd seen the first time Namine aided him in battle - he'd have to get the full story from the both of them later. He wasn't exactly a mind-reader. "I'm not saying it couldn't happen, but... I'd put my money on it being a fake site. Izzy doesn't take kindly to hackers. They find bad things happening to their computers."
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Post by Namine Joy LeBeau on Sept 3, 2012 17:15:54 GMT -5
"WELL MAYBE THEY WERE GOOD AT HACKING!" I snap at him as he causes another mental train to crash. Something doesn't add up. Something wants my attention. I have none to spare. I mean... Neku... Ashe...
".... But whatever..."
-sunny day-- Playful size probably had to do with-- Mommy? -- Don't feel jealous he probably had a wonderful mother, most peo-- hurts -- something, I don't know.... Um... Er...
I look to Lea.
Look to Ashe.
Look to Vaan.
Must not cry here.
Ashe could be a fake.
So cou--
Shut up brai--
"What if we were always living in a fake world...?"
I really like the first part.
The rest just is--
Darkness, blood, dripping.
A pain runs up my--
"... It is possible... Maybe... I don't know. What do I know anyways?"
Gun shots and the feeling of a knife cutting me, designing me.
Please, my own thoughts only.
Those don't exis--
Am I--
Wait.
WAIT.
I gasp for air as I fall into a memory of underwater, fingers digging into a warm body, reminding me I am here.
You own this vessel, not them!
Think!
"... Maybe we should just trust, Ashe... I mean we did Vaan..."
Good, keep steady now girl.
Gonna dive again.
I steady my breathing.
And sudden...
I'm in the sunlight again...
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Post by Aqua on Sept 3, 2012 17:25:45 GMT -5
Aqua frowns at all of this, despite her shock she's learned to expect anything from them. So instead she just nods to Shiki in a silent signal that now might be the only time they get to speak. But she herself, she's learned to trust others. So... That's what she'll do...
Out of the corner of her eye she sees the other blue haired woman frown at all this, but she does nothing. The mother wonders what their true intentions are, but pushes it aside. If worst comes to worst they'll just have another enemy, nothing the Network can't handle...
And, although she can feel the stress in Namine's mind, she stays where she is at. Not wanting to interfere... Knowing that can end badly for the blondie.
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Post by Lea on Sept 3, 2012 17:26:29 GMT -5
"I don't think Ashe has done anything wrong on purpose," he said to Vaan. "I mean, that armor was definitely being controlled and she honestly thought she was a member of the Network. Her surprise when Neku let slip that he was the Head shows that that, at least, was honest." He shook his head. "Which means that things just got a whoooole lot more interesting."
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Post by Shizuo Heiwajima on Sept 3, 2012 18:04:59 GMT -5
"What's the matter?" Shizuo muttered, having stealthily crept behind Aqua now that he knew their new guest was clothed. He smirked slightly, having noticed the bluenette frowning in Namine's direction. "Oh, I get it!" He chuckled a bit louder now, still barely audible as he snaked his arms around her waist. "You can see blonde so close to the boss-man, and you started missing me, right? Don't worry, I won't make you admit it." He winked... Despite the fact she probably couldn't see it. He noted the other blue haired chick, and his eyes narrowed suddenly.
"She's the one that said she was your mom a while back..." He whispered, remembering nearly mistaking the woman for Aqua a while back.
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Post by Namine Joy LeBeau on Sept 3, 2012 18:29:17 GMT -5
Everything is so big and wow. I feel pretty damn happy. Warm, nice saf--
Not here, keep moving.
Can I come back if I get...
Yes, we can.
All... Alright, I'm ready.
My face stings, I can feel something wet. Something gentle. I feel at peace as I smi--
--my is sad and its--
"--different from regular people--"
STOP!
You already understand this.
I know, but...
The deal was if you got scared, you are fine. This is nothing compared to--
GLASS SHATTERING, SCREAMS, FLESH BEING CUT IN--
You're own memories.
...
Fine.
Go.
The sound of a gun barrel, "Now, now, no use prote--"
Too far!
Go back.
No, these scenes will answer your question over that word.
Bu--!!
I know, you're scared...
But feel the pain as others felt
"...and serenity shall take you..."
Show me.
More sounds of a gun being loaded.
"No! Not my son! Please, just spare him, save him!"
Sacrifice, wonderful, isn't it.
Neku.
His mother, only one alive and then.
Three gun shots.
"Mommy!"
Wait, wait... Back, before the man.
We've been through thi--
And then when he...
Oh...Do you se--
Oh my--
His mother.
His father.
....
Can you accept it?
I... I...
Think fast, you're about to wake up.
.....
Until our night mares then~
"...!!"
I jerk back from Neku's face, my eyes wide and I pull away, laying him completely on the ground. Slowly I move to my feet.
"This was not what I had expected."
I look to everyone with a calculative gaze, judging them, I can't trust any of them to be as I assumed. None of them.
"...What's going on now?" My tone has dropped its happiness, turned cold and cutting, prepared, controlled...
Serious.
Ready to for the job at hand.
Prepared.
Cold.
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