Training Room 2027
"Settle down there," said Interceptor. "Vickie, right? First off, this still isn't the same universe as yours. There's no guarantee that's what happed to our Vickie will happen to you. You might be stuck as a wolf for the rest of your life for all you know."
Despite telling her it was all but pointless, he couldn't help but see how anxious Vickie was. Even if it didn't matter, he supposed he might as well tell her. "That said, I guess it won't hurt to tell you. No, our Vickie was never cured. Tried to find a cure for ages, but she never found anything that sticked. Didn't stop her from becoming the most famous hero on the planet short of the Saint. Hell, being a wolf probally made her more famous than she would've been. Helped give her some points in diversity."
He sighed, pinching the bridge of his nose as he did so. "But again, that doesn't mean any of that's gonna happen to you. You might get cured, you might not. You might get famous, you might not. But however your future turns out, it's yours to make."
Tell Me, Have You Seen the Yellow Sign?
Saint Academy 2k...and 27
Mahvash gave alter-Interceptor a polite curtsy before turning smartly on her heels, and digging through her wagon before giving Lin a quick nod towards the pallet should he need rest.
"Lucy Livingston," the tone carried more than a hint of judgement in stark contrast to well, every other interaction. The too-easy stuttering and the way she collapsed in on herself irked coming form the one descended from an old hero of Eransahr and whose counterparts (at least one) fancied themselves a match for her.
The daeva looked from the tell-tale residue of Lucy's aura to her absence from bed and tilted her head. "Take this," she scarcely slowed enough to give Lucy a chance to refuse before putting a deep bowl over Lucy's head. "Fear not," she said a soothingly as able, even if she knew Lucy's general attitude towards her by now.
"I did say I'd teach you on tactile senses, and you seem well enough to march around and push wagons. This is a simple starting point." I think. Dominant tactile senses are how I was born. "Set a drop of ink on top of the bowl. When you move it will move through time and space and relative to your brain. You'll have to compensate. Worry not, that's often as automatic as keeping track of your hands. Past that, light exerts pressure and radiation. You'll probably feel it as heat, and, depending on your sensitivity, slight pinpricks or a collective push. Or nothing. That would be unhelpful."
She put a finger to her chin, not that Lucy could appreciate it. "When you move, you'll get feedback form the earth—or the tiles of the floor in this case. You can base a rough estimate of what's ahead of you based upon how deep the vibrations you get back are, whether you feel air from some direction, how strong the current is, etc. You may form the ink into any shape you wish." She twirled strands of her hair. "I use antennae. And there's no reason you cannot pick up smells and taste with ink but that's another lesson for another time."
Mahvash's voice picked up a bit while she leaned into Lucy's bowl-covered ears. "And this is all before you get to feeling about with your subtle body, or colloquially, your aura. We'll probably be there by the time I find you some chicken soup."
Edited by CenturyEye on Jul 29th 2018 at 7:02:07 AM
Look with century eyes... With our backs to the arch And the wreck of our kind We will stare straight ahead For the rest of our lives
AKA Nixer
Training Room Simulator 2027
To say Lucy wasn't concerned in the slightest as to why Matten had elected to put a bowl over her head would have been a blatant lie, but after listening to her explanation she found herself nodding in acceptance, only to end up nearly losing the bowl onto the floor and having to balance it.
“I-I see. I don't know how similar in principle this could be, so this might not work – but I'll try,” she nodded determinedly, (albeit a little more carefully this time), before doing as instructed and letting a small mass of ink stretch out from beneath the lip of the bowl and crawl up onto its bottom/top/who-cares-at-this-point-she-was-just-distracting-herself-from-the-thought-of-how-ridiculous-she-looked-oh-god-why, letting it congeal into a globule that, after consideration, morphed its colouring to that of the bowl's. Wearing a bowl on her head was one thing, wearing a bowl with a black spot of ink in the middle was another thing entirely.
Yet, she did not extend it up into a feeler or antennae. Apparently, if she wanted to do this, she wanted to do this the hard way. If there was one thing she was, it was a self-focused perfectionist.
The relative movement of the patch was instantly second nature, and she was quick to realise why that was. She explained it to Matten as they walked, her voice even more difficult to hear than normal due to the thick surface of her newfound headgear.
“Hm. I think that my constant creation of constructs means that I've always been subconsciously carrying them along with me using psychic means. If it weren't for that, it'd be like trying to carry a cup of water – without the cup,” she stated, although it sounded more like she was mulling over her own thoughts rather than trying to get an important point across. It seemed like obvious knowledge to her anyway.
“...Perhaps if I...” she trailed off, before letting several wiry tendrils unfold themselves from behind her back, wavering in the air somewhat before she retreated them again. “Yes – the psychic presence in the ink is forming a basic mimic of a nervous system. The disturbance of the ink is sending mild messages to my brain, as my concentration on it keeping its shape is being interrupted by the environment. Now I'm aware of this, I should be able to detect it in the small patch on my head with relative ease – and subsequently retrofit it into a form of selective touch and tactile experiences by tricking my brain into considering the ink a part of my body. Doing so may have to involve purposefully shunting a greater portion of my subconscious into the external supply – thereby increasing my connection – and then with repeated training I should be doing it automatically,” she muttered, pausing only to look in Matten's general direction.
“Training – that is – that preferably involves a covering other than a bowl.”
Edited by Enirboreh on Jul 29th 2018 at 12:30:04 PM
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Tell Me, Have You Seen the Yellow Sign?
Saint Academy 2k...and 27
"Oh, that bowl isn't for blindings, dearie," Mahvash gave a wide smile toward Lucy, whom mercifully was hidden from it under the bowl. "Biofeedback test. But that'll come up later." She casually pocketed the bronze spoon. What? The girl had enamored her with that assessment, and the daeva was no Sink or Swim Mentor anyway. Observe their progress and shortfalls, and how they respond to you, just like sizing up someone to eat.
"For now, I just think that's cute on you." the daeva put her hands on her face and cooed. "By the way, it *is* part of your body, not the vital organ systems that keep you alive or moe eyes that keep Lin's attention, but channeling and drawing from the same subtle body. Don't ignore that part, but you may start a little at a time. Somesthesis gives you as much detail as light rays bouncing off your corneas and gives you access to biofeedback and communion when he time comes. For instance, if you do not like that bowl, turn into ink. Tis just useful for dodging attacks now, but when you have communion with your body and a patron maybe, you'll have little trouble leaving behind foreign matter, like viruses. In the meantime, I recommend staying in the ink form for some time, excepting when I'm feeding you chicken soup."
The daeva put an arm around Lucy's shoulders, while they headed towards the cafeteria. "I'll hold your hand so you're not completely disoriented, but that's a route to getting to know your body and the environment through somesthesis. What you described is biofeedback almost by instinct and that's been used to train people to control their minds to finely control their bodies for centuries, but you can work smarter."
AKA Nixer
Training Room Simulator 2027
Lucy listened intently to every one of Matten's words (although quite a chilling look flickered across her face at the 'moe eyes that keep Lin's attention' line) and almost immediately turned into ink, albeit the only visual indication of this being a slight ripple across her form and a newfound oily sheen coating her entire body. That done, she removed the bowl, looking back over at Matten with decidedly more blinded, glassy eyes.
Silence reigned from her, and it might have seemed that she had to have momentarily forgotten her requirement to speak via tactile telepathy while in ink form, but that assumption would be quickly disproved by a gurgling, low rasp that emanated from her throat.
“You... and... I... will need to discuss... what you think I'm with Hei for...”
The prototypical 'speech' seemed to get better the more she used it, as she had tried to construct a basic set of vocal chords in the throat of her now solid ink body. Unfortunately, the exact specifications of a human body's larynx surprisingly wasn't on the forefront of her mind, and so the vocalisation was severely distorted and grating, the ink below the hastily constructed organ ending up bubbling through the replication of the delicate tissue that was the human vocal chords and unintentionally making it sound as if the girl was drowning.
All this, combined with the unfocused (yet still clearly unamused) glare that the ink doll replication of Lucy was shooting at the daeva made for quite the effect, even if again it was mostly unintentional on the melanokinetic's part. In any case, with her message having been successfully put across (in a fashion) Lucy turned her unseeing gaze back ahead, experimentally raising her right arm up to an upcoming light, palm set in a position so as to block the source from her faux eyes. After a moment, she lowered her arm again and nodded to Matten.
What happened next was a series of mute gesticulations and mouthing, before Lucy apparently remembered her physical state and shot out a tendril around Matten's arm a little testily, clearly irritated that she lost about two paragraphs-worth of speech in her forgetfulness.
“What I was trying to say was that I can detect the light difference as to when my hand was blocking it and when I took it away. I focused primarily on my eyes, but if needed I can also develop other small parts of my ink form. If I successfully learn how to detect in every square inch of my body here, inside and out, then I should be able to 'see' in my formless ink state as well.”
She made to let go, before pausing. “As for that other matter, I think it's better to get it over with now while I'm linked. Shouldn't take much time at all. I want to make something very clear to you, Matten,” she stated, making sure to catch the daeva's sightless eyes with her own. “You seem to have a very primitive, animalistic viewpoint of Hei and I's relationship. So let me tell you how it is right now. Say, for example, you took him away from me, for whatever reason you may have. Now, in this case, I won't have lost a playmate, a sex toy, or any other tool of fleshly pleasure. I'd have lost my best friend, my smile, my soulmate, my everything. So tell me this... if you, dear Matten, took away my one link to my happiness, my stability, and my morals, what's to truly stop me from showing you exactly how The Empress broke and brutalized you?”
Edited by Enirboreh on Jul 30th 2018 at 1:32:35 PM
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Tell Me, Have You Seen the Yellow Sign?
Saint Academy 2k...and 27 - Hallway
"Oh sweet Lucille," Mahvash daintily placed her fingers over her heart, smile plastered on her face. "You and everyone forget themselves these days. Do I smile too much?" The curve of her lips vanished immediately, even if the soft, near jovial tone remained. "'Empress' you say, as if that means something besides having to hold my coat the whole time, and you standing there all hopped up on ignorant bravado in my presence... all that over a still-healthy, pale boy? Or maybe, given that big speech, he stole your soul at some point?"
The daeva winked at the girl before pressing a finger to her nose. She stayed intact and nothing flickered nor twisted, for Mahvash did not do performances on demand. "You really should have more than one source of happiness." She whispered then, again pasting a smile on her face. "In the meantime, I allow you many things, for entertainment, for curiosity, for the social contract... yet, when I'm busy molding fate with my own hands, Sardar's will and those of his most adorable descendants are the same as dust."
"Well," Mahvash clapped her hands together, tone back to jovial and cheery, before tossing a can a Lucy. "Got you this while you were monologuing, and cooking by tactile senses, you can just call more practice. Oh," she shrugged before folding her arms behind her back and striding on. "and you're so romantic."
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Training Room Simulator 2027
A sudden, freezing pulse erupted from the girl, one that seemed to travel through all matter in its wake, and in an instant her hand was clutched around the daeva's upper arm, gripping tightly as Lucy's eyes became little more than blank white orbs of searing light. Whispers in an old Persian tongue spat with phrases of contempt and spite, but they seemed held back by something, perhaps Lucy herself. Indeed, the girl looked like she was barely restraining herself from tearing Matten's jaw apart with her bare hands, and the deathly quiet, flat tone of her voice did none to distract from that fact.
“Careful, thing. You ride on your high horse for long enough and your inevitable fall will be even more pitiful. I know what you are, and why you believe yourself to be the most grand presence in this school, but let it be said that no one here is recognizing that. You are no more a god in our eyes than the everyday bitches that roam the halls and locker rooms, proclaiming their might with all their flamboyance and arrogance that only draws attention to their limitations. I think we have all been exceptionally patient with you so far, barring a few outbursts such as this, but I want to tell you now, lest it come back to bite you in the rear end when the going gets tough...”
The grip on the daeva's arm loosened, and Lucy continued to walk forward, her voice a little more raised.
“I don't want to have to be your enemy. I mean that from the bottom of my heart. I see how you have this good potential in you, and I'll be damned if from this moment on I don't try and draw it out. This is the first step, and I want to let you know that this is not out of spite as much as concern for both you and my allies. Figure out what you're doing, whose side you're on, and whether or not your pride is justified. Whatever conclusion you come to, I won't stop you as long as you at least refrain from lashing out like nothing more than a pathetic animal acting purely on instinct and with no signs of true thought and empathy. But if you do, I will put you down. Understood?”
The biting tension in her aura along with the glow in her eyes faded vanished shortly afterward as she deftly caught the can, looking it over briefly before sending the daeva a last, short nod.
“Don't mistake me. I want to see you to the best you can be. By God, I want to be your friend, and laugh with you, and forge memories. I respect your state as an evolving creature, one with a psychology drastically different to us, but if you're making this so far admirable effort to fit into human society, whether it be for a truly noble purpose or one relatively mundane, you need to know when to stop. Otherwise, you're going to find yourself oppressed.”
She let out a long sigh, pausing in her step before turning back to the daeva, a still-neutral yet somewhat calmer expression on her face.
“Look, I'm sorry I lashed out like that. It was irrational. But there are some lines that shouldn't be crossed. I have a right to vocalise them. And I also have a right to inform you that your behaviour is leaning towards something unacceptable. Sardar may hate you, but I see that you're more than just a mindless demon. Please, please don't prove me wrong.”
She was silent once more for a moment, before she turned again, a small half-smirk stretching across her lips.
“And if he stole my soul, maybe I stole his too. But that's not the case. We offered ourselves up to the other. We bonded in a way that our mere presence together is a mutual reassurance, one that provides peace of mind and a sense of support even when no words are shared. It's... i-it's wonderful. And... maybe... maybe you'll find a connection like that too, one day.”
Her half-smile now one more genuine, she let it linger for a moment before once more focusing on where they were walking to, voice dropping back to the quiet, careful whisper she was known for.
“Thank you for the soup.”
Edited by Enirboreh on Jul 30th 2018 at 7:37:16 PM
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Tell Me, Have You Seen the Yellow Sign?
Saint Academy 2k...and 27 - Hallway
"Feel better? Empowered even, sweet Lucille?" The daeva raised an eyebrow at the inky claw seeping into her blouse before the girl stepped back. "That'd be nice. Don't mix up demons and daeva. Already made the other point, and you're needlessly losing alot of air."
"Mingling souls," She put a finger on her lip, briefly pondering the idea and speaking more to herself than her present company. "I guess the loud one was not just raving. Not for me though." Don't have such an ethereal soul to share or give away like that to some boy. "'Peace of mind and a sense of support even when no words are shared' though... well, that is an illusion. Never known it. Don't think I'd be healthy if I did. Though its real enough if you believe the lads who use it as a euphemism for death." Look with century eyes... With our backs to the arch And the wreck of our kind We will stare straight ahead For the rest of our lives
Saint Academy- 2027
Hei gave a wave of his hand and a grateful nod to Matten to show that he was still feeling well enough to walk, he appreciated the gesture. Although as he overheard parts of Lucy and Matten's conversation (mostly Matten's half), he was starting to wonder if he should have just gone to rest on the pallet. As a matter of fact, he was about to do just that when Matten started mentioning him and soul-stealing, followed by a cold pulse from Lucy, made him consider intervening. Thankfully, it seemed that tensions between the two had been calmed, and so Hei was saved from potentially making the faux-pas of revealing he had been listening in on (half of) a potentially private conversation.
Instead, Hei turned his focus inward, curious about the statement of Matten's . I took Lucy's soul? Could that mean the part of Sadar E-Lucy was talking about? He wondered, closing his eyes and focusing on himself. 'Can't hurt to try and find out...''
...fuck, how can I even tell if there's a foreign soul inside me?
Saint Academy 2027 - Cafeteria
"Twenty... twenty... seven...." Remix said, more to himself than anyone else. He barely processed anything that was going on around him after that. Though his feet had to have worked on autopilot at some point, as he followed the others to the cafeteria without paying much mind to the outside world.This... this was bad. This was 10 years from now, if they had made any discoveries that were commonplace in the future....
He pulled open the web browser on his phone, looking at the rectangular display on his visor with trepidation. A few quick searches on the world's most-popular search engine - Baidu - later, for terms like 'Remix unmasked', 'Remix identity', 'Remix tinder', 'Remix Grammys', 'Remix Mavash', 'Remix leak', and 'Remix movie career' later, he let out a small sigh of relief to find out that nobody had gotten a hold of his identity or anything in the future yet. At least, not publicly. Surely the Internet would still be a free, neutral method of sharing information without censorship in the future of 2027, so he wouldn't have to worry about his searches being filtered.
Though that meant....
He raced over to the SoundCloud of Remix 2027 and started downloading everything he could find left and right, then moved onto Bandcamp and HearThis.
"Yes!" he exclaimed, slamming his fists on the cafeteria table in front of him. "Oh uh... sorry. I'm... I'm ready to go back whenever you guys are - is that chicken soup?"
Surrounded by weirdoes
Sam had been mostly silent with all that's been happening, within his thoughts mostly trying to figure out what he was supposed to do now.
Making a piece of ice and wrapping it with a piece of cloth he ripped from his shirt, he handed it to Lin and Lucy, before looking out of the window.
"We might need Lucy and Lin to be in good shape before we leave in case we end up in another hellhole" He said, distantly. "They'll probably know which universe is ours, but traveling through universes is a difficult affair, we might end up getting tossed to another place" His mind wasn't in the cafeteria. It's doubtful whether it was in this universe at all.
Wake me up at your own risk.
Saint Academy 2027
The future... that was interesting. Way too many questions; though of course the first one is whether they were still fused. Ace's techs had figured out that it was strictly a temporary thing but they hadn't found any others of Harmony's species so they had no idea long it would last.
"2027? I have way too many questions. I better not be fucking dead."
Breath of the Sun
Saint Academy 2k27
Mikael let Matten do the talking, then merely nodded at her and began to follow Lucy out of the room, looking absentminded as she focused herself inward. She tugged at the demonic half of her soul, trying to find what was halting her connection to the Abyss. She recalled what Matten had said about her teleportation, how she needed to practice, and Mikael suddenly wished she'd had more time to heed the Daeva's advice. Working knowledge of her own metaphysical abilities might have allowed them to get home sooner.
She was brought out of her reverie when it looked like Mahvash and Lucy got into a minor argument. She didn't eavesdrop, but she was tempted to step in on seeing Lucy look slightly uncomfortable.
Then Lucy gave the daeva a hell of a look, and Mikael couldn't keep herself from leaning in to eavesdrop. Her ear twitched as she caught part of the exchange (she assumed the 'demon' comment wasn't meant to compare her to Matten, but it still annoyed her a bit), and she stepped closer to put a hand on Lucy's shoulder.
"Don't get too upset at her, Lucy. Mahvash is... It'll take her awhile before she really understands love the way a human can. A long while. Don't hold your breath." She gave Lucy a wry smile before turning back to her roommate. "As for you - just focus on getting us back, okay? You can complain about Lucy and Hei's relationship when we get home."
What is so amusing about this? Why do you take lives? How can you forget?
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Saint Assimilator 2027 – The Bickering
Lucy graciously accepted the ice pack from Sam, muttering a quiet “thank you” and flashing him a small smile in response – only to visibly wince as Mikael said her piece, nodding along absently before hesitantly replying.
“Um – yeah, I know, I just got a little worked up there for a sec, but – I didn't... offend you, did I? I didn't mean to, I kinda... forgot you were a demon for a moment, and... uh, I'm really sorry!” she squeaked, wringing her hands tight in front of her. It seemed some things wouldn't change with her. At least not for a long time.note
As they finally entered the cafeteria, Lucy moved to sit down, only to feel a bizarre sensation as soon as she was at the table. It was a familiar feeling, one similar to the disturbing... inspection she had felt moments before being transported to the Empress's realm, except this one seemed very small, very cautious, and much, much less invasive. It was like a curious child, poking and prodding at something interesting in her mind with metaphysical, stubby little fingers. Harmless, but admittedly getting to be annoying.
Thinking it was just a psychic student somewhere in the school playing a game, she prodded back.
For a moment, she could have sworn she heard a small squeak, before the presence left her in an instant. Strangely, the unknown consciousness seemed remarkably familiar to her for some reason. In fact... she almost felt saddened to feel it go.
She shook her head. They didn't have time to focus on the mundane. They had to find a way back home.
If she had payed further attention, she might have felt something similar creeping up towards Hei, ever so gently making contact with his mind, as if a tiny little someone had placed their tiny little hand against his head. And much like with Lucy, this different yet somehow very much alike consciousness would feel oddly recognizable to the umbrakinetic.
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Tell Me, Have You Seen the Yellow Sign?
Saint Academy 2k...and 27 - Hallway
"...she latched onto a side comment and puffed up for her Hei Lin? Ugh..." Mahvash dragged a hand down her face. Pointless. That would have only been a matter of honor if Lucy offered me a challenge rite. And here she was showing off how 'big' she is front of her Heartwarming Orphan.
"You assume far too much, Red Peppers." the daeva left him and the others behind without a second glance.
Saint Academy 2k...and 27 - Cafeteria
"Oh don't apologize. Enthusiasm looks good from you," Mahvash leaned over Remix's shoulder, hands folded behind her back. Well, we were back under Wi Fi or the future version. I suppose one would want to see the future of music. Though, it'd have been nice if he was looking at pictures of his uncovered face. 'Remix Mahvash', even in this verse. Huh.
"So, what has you so excited? Are you a music star now?" She searched the empty air with her eyes a bit. "Well, you've always been star material. I should say are you blazing great tours and dazzling screaming crowds in this '2027'? Look with century eyes... With our backs to the arch And the wreck of our kind We will stare straight ahead For the rest of our lives
Saint Academy 2027
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Hei gave a small start at the mental pat and swivelled his head left and right, trying to see if the culprit was nearby. When that failed, he decided to take the plunge and tried gently nudging the presence in his head. Strangely enough, he could tell it wasn't hostile...and felt quite familiar for some reason.
Yes...? He cautiously asked as he pressed Sam's ice pack to his forehead.
With Lucy, the foreign consciousness returned, prodding around the surface of her mind curiously once again.
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Saint Academy Simulator 2027 – At Least It's Not Farm Simulator
Lucy shut her eyes tiredly as the presence returned – still thinking it was some sort of practical joke – but nonetheless didn't make to poke it back this time, simply letting whoever was on the other end do their business for a while before finally (mentally) speaking up.
If you're quite done, can you tell me who you are now? You're starting to give me a headache.
Meanwhile, with Hei, the umbrakinetic would feel the something retreat a little, as if ashamed for being caught, before steadily creeping back again, a small yet decidedly monotonous voice speaking up in the back of his skull.
You feel like Daddy, but you're not... who are you?
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Breath of the Sun
Saint Academy 2027
"It's fine, relax. I know you didn't mean anything by it." She smiled re-assuredly at Lucy while casually raising a hand to sarcastically flip Mahvash the bird, not even bothering to look as the Daeva left.
Following Lucy to the table, she took note of the quiet girl's intense focus. Still slightly concerned for the ink-girl, Mikael lightly touched Lucy's forehead with the back of her hand. Lucy was warm, but not nearly as warm as her own hand - Demons did have very high body temperatures after all. Mikael took that as a good sign.
"Are, uh, are you ok? Do you want to visit the nurse, or..." She trailed off, unsure. She almost considered reaching for her healing bolt, but she didn't know if Lucy's powers could interfere with that at all.
What is so amusing about this? Why do you take lives? How can you forget?
Saint Academy 2027
That got Hei's attention. Really? Can I get your name, kid? Or your dad's name? He replied, pausing briefly to cough. I'm Hei Lin...well, Hei from 10 years ago.
Meanwhile, Lucy would feel the prodding sensation stop, and a voice pipe up in her mind.
I can't. Mama and Papa told me not to give my name to strangers. The voice was that of a young child, curious and calm. But you feel kinda like Mama, and sort of sound like her when she's scolding someone...weird. The voice hummed to itself, giving another light poke before asking, So what's your name, lady?
Edited by svenorzokarkoff on Jul 31st 2018 at 5:50:17 AM
AKA Nixer
Saint Academy Simulator 2027 – At Least It's Not Grass Simulator
Lucy momentarily snapped out of her mental communication as Mikael touched her forehead with the back of her hand, but still kept the connection held as much as she could, shaking her head a little awkwardly in response to the demoness and letting out a little nervous swallow.
“Oh! U-um... no, I'm fine. Just...um... trying something...” she excused, before concentrating once more as the presence in her head spoke up again.
A feeling of dread started to well up in her stomach at its words, the cogs in her mind beginning to turn as she nervously flicked her gaze across the room, mouth feeling parched and dry, only to meet Hei's gaze for a moment, noting his similarly distracted expression.
Th-that... can't be right... she replied to the presence in a distant tone, before inwardly swallowing and continuing. Because... I-I...
She felt that her cheeks were beginning to heat up as her brain began to peg on to what was going on. Her breathing felt stifled and shallow, and for the longest time she couldn't bring herself to look over at Hei, face burning a bright crimson.
...o-oh my god we... we actually...
She almost mentally blurted out something unsavoury for young ears, but quickly recalled the voice's connection, swiftly strengthening it to communicate with it clearer.
Alright, I need you to listen – okay, sweetheart? Is... is your mommy with you? Because I think I know what's going on, a-and... I-I need to know your mommy's name, okay? You don't have to tell me yours, just your mommy's. Is that okay?
She hated to try and use a loophole, but she had to know for sure. She couldn't take the uncertainty.
Meanwhile, with Hei, the voice in his head had grown silent. There was a steadily growing feeling of disbelief across the line, followed by confusion, fear, and panic.
D-Daddy? But... no, th-that can't be... y-you're right here...
There was the sound of the poor kid beginning to slip into hyperventilation, before the connection abruptly broke, as if the presence of the boy had scurried away like a frightened mouse. Yet, there was a residue – a trail left behind. As if one could reach out if so inclined and follow it to its origin.
Edited by Enirboreh on Jul 31st 2018 at 2:57:08 PM
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Saint Academy 2027
Kid? Hei began to grow concerned when the voice began to panic and hyperventilate. Hey, what's wrong? Kid...hey, calm down! But the voice didn't even seem to notice him this time, and cut off. Shit! Hei cursed, and began following the psychic trail. What the hell was all that?
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My Mama's name? Um... The voice repeated, trailing off as they decided on what to do. Papa and Mama didn't say not to...okay! It chirped. Mama's name is Lucy! Lucy Hei-Livingsto...eh?
The voice fell quiet for a short while, apparently distracted by something on their end. When it spoke again, it was full of disbelief. Are...are y-you also Mama?
Surrounded by weirdoes
Sam tried to calm down and get out of this deppressing spiral he got into.
Looking around, he saw Lucy and Lin looking odd, and rather panicked. Giving them a questioning look, two pairs of hands went to their shoulders, giving them a massage to see if they could relax a bit.
I can only wonder what's on their minds He thought They could use some distractions
Wake me up at your own risk.
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Saint Academy Simulator 2027 – At Least It's Not Grass Simulator
The psychic trail left by the unsettled invader seemed to stretch on for quite a while; out the cafeteria, through the halls, exiting the school... One could continue following it purely mentally, but the further they went the more fuzzy and dreamlike the trail became – making it more difficult to pinpoint the locations it was going through.
Lucy stopped breathing for a moment. If she noticed Sam's... gracious massage, she didn't vocalise it, most likely due to her brain being on the verge of frying every synapse in its entire mass.
I... I-I...
She couldn't even muster a mental word, let alone a vocal one. Before she knew it, the connection was fading, and she inwardly scrabbled to pick it up once more.
Wait! No! Don't go!
It was too late. The presence had vanished while she was (metaphorically) comatose. Her head was pounding like crazy, and her heart wasn't doing much better at this point. So as she finally drew herself back into reality, she found herself simply sitting and staring off into space, apparently ignorant to the ice massage she was still receiving.
“S...Someone talked to me...” she finally whispered, her eyes glazed over, before seeming to realise something and suddenly looking over at Hei. “...Did... was someone talking to you as well, Hei?”
Before he could answer her question, however, the full realisation of what this implied hit her again, and she soon found herself burning up into a heavy blush, hiding her face in her hands.
“...Oh my god...”
Edited by Enirboreh on Aug 1st 2018 at 11:20:32 AM
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Saint Academy 2027
Dammit. Hei muttered as his mental projection halted outside the school. He could try and follow the trail further, but decided it to let it go for now, else he might spend all day searching for the kid. Snapping back into his body, Hei jumped as the icy feeling of Sam's massage hit him."C-cold!" He yelped, before descending into a small coughing fit. As he wiped his mouth with a sleeve, Lucy came to him looking unsually flustered.
"Hai. Was the voice who c-contacted you a child as well? They said I f-felt like their father, asked for my name before panicking for some rea...son..." Realization slowly dawned on Hei as he saw Lucy's expression and connected the dots. "...Those were our kids f-from this future, weren't they."
Back To the Future
Vicky looked around at everything, mentally sighing as she realized she wasn't back home yet.
"I really wanna take a nap, dammit..."
She scratched the back of her head, stifling a yawn. But then she heard that it had been 1p years since their alternate selves at been at the Academy, and her head snapped back. She had to know.
"Wait...what happened to the me of this timeline?"
She had to restrain herself from rushing forwarded and grabbing Interceptor to shake the answer out of him.
"Did she do it? Did she find out? Did she end up like this? Did she get cured? I have to know!"
There was desperation in her voice, flailing about in the unknown to find meaning and answers.