[ She's still got her face in her hands, but it's okay, she knows how to carry on a conversation while withered in embarrassment. She's had practice. ]
Being thrown into a place where your team is always so close … it's hard to stay closed off. [ Though in Aoko's case, she's gotten more closed off since she came here. Kyriakos has taught her some tough lessons. ] I hope people get you to talk, too. [ Roxy did say getting them to talk, after all. ]
[ She peeks out between her fingers. ]
It ... it's fine. I grew up with Kaito, after all.
...hm, sometimes. Most of the worst of the stuff I have, at least. I just usually hold off. I deal with too much bullshit to just foist onto peeps who ain't ready for it.
[She snickers.] Kaito is pretty shy in his own way too.
[ At that, Aoko eyes Roxy with markedly more concern. Do you know how reassuring that was? Not very — in fact, it’s kind of the opposite. ]
… [ A quiet huff. ] Aoko's really starting to think we should have a therapist here. [ Goodness knows that most of them could use one. ]
And Kaito … Kaito’s shy when it comes to his own honest feelings. [ She smiles faintly. ] for somebody who normally acts so shameless, it's really cute.
Aaaah, okay, good to know. I can probs only get away with 'Epsilon's guy' in a conversation so many times.
Met Church though. Puma asked me to take a look at some stuff. It's....really weird. I know he's diff, but he doesn't have the usual diffs alternates have.
...wait, so he and Epsilon WERE a thing? I thought I was just fuckin' with 'em.
Well, yeah, that's true. Maybe it's 'cause Epsilon didn't have a bunch of memories, maybe? I mean, I know there's differences in personality, Epsilon had a bit more chill, a little less run, I'm just used to.... [Waves a hand in the air.] Different...ways of moving. I guess. Between alternates.
Wasn't sure if that was an AI thing or a them thing.
[ If she says yes and Puma finds out, he will kill her. He's in charge of her training schedule, it’s totally a thing he could do. ]
Well … They're very important to each other. [ There. It’s ambiguous and cryptic. ]
[ TIME TO EAT SOUP. Despite being hungry, she takes her time with it — and promptly lights up. ] Roxy-san, this is really good! [ A few more spoonfuls disappear while she considers her response. ]
It’s … mm. When it comes to those two … [ Swirls her spoon gently through the soup. ] They're so closely connected that there’s bound to be — echoes. So I'd call it a "them" thing.
I found the shard. Of Epsilon....well, on his end, it's hard to fig out what happened exactly, but I get that Puma was at ground zero. And noticed the back of his neck... [She shrugs.]
So I get the whole...complications that are going on with those three.
[She shrugs, getting herself a small bowl.] I'm just used to nonverb communication, so I'm usually good with 'same face, diff person' because the nonverb stuff ends up different. It's weird to see three peeps that confuse me.
[ For a moment, Aoko's horror is plain to see, writ into the widening of her eyes and the way her fingers fumble on the spoon – not quite dropping it, but close. ]
[ Swirls the spoon through her soup, watching the gentle ripples more than Roxy. It’s weird to talk about this with somebody other than Puma himself, or even — more rarely — Kaito. Aoko isn't sure how much she can say without breaching his privacy more than shard roulette already has. ]
It … it left scars. For Puma-nii. He was in a coma for over a day when he got it back. [ She busies herself with a few slow, thoughtful sips of soup. ] Nobody else found it … [ Small mercies. Not everyone could have come around so quickly — she knows she couldn't have. ]
… What do you think of it? The way our shards all get mixed up.
I'm not surprised. Epsilon's was more emotions than anything. Just...emotions that were identifiable if you've ever felt 'em before. [Vague on whether they're her feelings or another shard.] He's pretty strong to come out of it that quick. Also probably some level of cray cray, but I'm p sure everyone here is eventaully.
....
[She takes a sip of her soup. Quiet for a minute.]
There's pros and cons. It can be dangerous. With people who have had lives like Puma, or Epsilon. People who have seen a lot of death, torture, been villains 'cause they were broken, died themselves...it can get terrifying, when you know your life sucks, and you know others are going to find those shards.
Or when the first shard comes up that shows how fucked up it is, and you have people look at you with pity you don't understand, or you have to tell your bright eyed newbie that things are going bad.
On the other hand...
[She looks down at her soup, a thoughtful look on her face.]
I didn't grow up with humans. They were aliens. Mute chess people with p fatalistic views. Overdramatic, prone to panic, and reproduced by cloning. So....kind of a warped childhood.
[She closes her eyes.] I remember the first time I saw a city. It was...full of so many people. Didn't even know the names of the people around me, there were just so many.
What it's like to be in an amusement park.
Or be at a concert.
Parties, soccer games, dinner parties, live music, going to school with friends.
[She smiles and opens her eyes.] All these things were so....beyond my ability to really comprehend. People would talk about shit that was normal for humans I never got to see. But with the shards, I'm able to learn things I never had the chance to.
I guess I'm an extreme case, but....but sometimes it's easier to learn the lessons you should learn when you see it from the eyes of someone who has.
[ It's a more detailed, thoughtful answer than Aoko had been expecting. Then again … from little she knows of Roxy, she really shouldn't be surprised. ]
I think I can understand … I mean, it's different for me, of course; I grew up surrounded by normal, regular humans on twenty first century Earth, with no magic, or supernatural powers, or anything like that. [ She's as normal as it gets, in other words. ] But the rest … [ A small smile. ] It's kinda cool that it's given you the opportunity to learn and grow as a person.
Hm, it has. I think I'll be able to do a lot more good now. I was really used to such an isolated world, but now....well, now I kind of know what I want to do with my life, I guess.
Though I'm sure it ain't just me. If nothin' else, the weird has probs taught you stuff.
[ Aoko finally starts in on her soup again, her smile a touch brighter. ]
Some stuff. [ She echoes, ducking her head. ] You can't live in a place like this and not learn. But, uhm ... [ There's another reason why she asked that question. ] I was actually ... Roxy-san, I was wondering if you'd be willing to help me with a quest? It involves sharing memories, so I'd more than understand if you'd rather not.
[ She fishes two packs of gummy dinosaurs out of her pocket. ]
These dinosaurs [ holds up the first pack ] are for sharing my memories. I, uhm, I don't get to pick which memory you see … so … it could be something awful. [ a slight wince, like she's embarrassed. ] And these ones are for people to share their memories with me. You don't have to do that, if you don't want to.
[ The beginning is normal enough, as games go. You're wary, trying not to feel nauseated at the thought of being in this awful place again, angry that these two siblings would cheerfully toy with people's lives. Still, that doesn't stop you from greeting Nimbus kindly … even when she talks about wishing she'd killed Elaeis, wishing she'd killed Lucky. (It's not Elaeis fault! you think. I understand your feelings, but please … it wasn't their fault, everybody would have been murdered if they hadn't played along!)
But then you're forced into the room, and you can feel the hunger gnawing at you. You hear the rules, and you think—no. No, no, no. You will not do this, they cannot force you to do this. You will refuse until your dying breath if that's what it takes.
…
Suddenly, you're in a completely different room. Suddenly, everything is very, very strange – confused, two memories of the same incident overlapping and overlaying and you don't know which is which; you don't know which is real. It's a mess and the memories is just one memory, isn't it, there are no boundaries or lines it's all one thing but no it's not, or is it?
“It’s hard, isn’t it?” He keeps moving forward, steadily. “It’s a lot to hold in. It’s okay. Just for a moment, you can let go. It’s okay.”
You don't (you do) fight back when he pulls you into his arms. The knife slides into your neck (hits you in the windpipe; you're dying but you're not dead yet) and you're (kicking him in the balls and slamming the knife through your own temple) dead in seconds, only to find yourself still there, a ghost watching your own corpse being devoured, until all that's left is tattered clothing and the odd clump of bloody hair. ]
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Being thrown into a place where your team is always so close … it's hard to stay closed off. [ Though in Aoko's case, she's gotten more closed off since she came here. Kyriakos has taught her some tough lessons. ] I hope people get you to talk, too. [ Roxy did say getting them to talk, after all. ]
[ She peeks out between her fingers. ]
It ... it's fine. I grew up with Kaito, after all.
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[She snickers.] Kaito is pretty shy in his own way too.
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… [ A quiet huff. ] Aoko's really starting to think we should have a therapist here. [ Goodness knows that most of them could use one. ]
And Kaito … Kaito’s shy when it comes to his own honest feelings. [ She smiles faintly. ] for somebody who normally acts so shameless, it's really cute.
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[She....she knows she's beyond therapy. '-']
He also seems like a guy who can dish, but can't take it.
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[ Luckily Aoko doesn't know Roxy well enough to push much more than that. She sighs instead, projecting all of the fond exasperation she can muster. ]
He sulks like a wet cat! Come to think of it, so do most of my boys ...
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Warthog is one, right? Or is it Puma, I never got a definite on that. Makes sense. That seems to be the kind peeps would be in Epsilon's world.
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[ She giggles, covering her mouth with her hand. ]
It's Puma! Epsilon-san and Church, too.
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Met Church though. Puma asked me to take a look at some stuff. It's....really weird. I know he's diff, but he doesn't have the usual diffs alternates have.
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[ They're gay robots. All of them. ]
… You don't think so? [ There's a short, thoughtful pause. ] Things are a little more complicated for them, anyway.
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Well, yeah, that's true. Maybe it's 'cause Epsilon didn't have a bunch of memories, maybe? I mean, I know there's differences in personality, Epsilon had a bit more chill, a little less run, I'm just used to.... [Waves a hand in the air.] Different...ways of moving. I guess. Between alternates.
Wasn't sure if that was an AI thing or a them thing.
[And serving up soup.]
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Well … They're very important to each other. [ There. It’s ambiguous and cryptic. ]
[ TIME TO EAT SOUP. Despite being hungry, she takes her time with it — and promptly lights up. ] Roxy-san, this is really good! [ A few more spoonfuls disappear while she considers her response. ]
It’s … mm. When it comes to those two … [ Swirls her spoon gently through the soup. ] They're so closely connected that there’s bound to be — echoes. So I'd call it a "them" thing.
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[She pauses, looking at her thoughtfully, and-]
I found the shard. Of Epsilon....well, on his end, it's hard to fig out what happened exactly, but I get that Puma was at ground zero. And noticed the back of his neck... [She shrugs.]
So I get the whole...complications that are going on with those three.
[She shrugs, getting herself a small bowl.] I'm just used to nonverb communication, so I'm usually good with 'same face, diff person' because the nonverb stuff ends up different. It's weird to see three peeps that confuse me.
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[ She found that shard?! ]
[ For a moment, Aoko's horror is plain to see, writ into the widening of her eyes and the way her fingers fumble on the spoon – not quite dropping it, but close. ]
Th, three? Do you mean Puma-nii as well?
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It's not all the time, like with Church and Epsilon. Just sometimes. Usually if I catch sight of him durin' or after a bad game.
Sol and I were the ones who saw it. Kind of lucky, probs. Since we'd been here so long. Better copin'.
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It … it left scars. For Puma-nii. He was in a coma for over a day when he got it back. [ She busies herself with a few slow, thoughtful sips of soup. ] Nobody else found it … [ Small mercies. Not everyone could have come around so quickly — she knows she couldn't have. ]
… What do you think of it? The way our shards all get mixed up.
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....
[She takes a sip of her soup. Quiet for a minute.]
There's pros and cons. It can be dangerous. With people who have had lives like Puma, or Epsilon. People who have seen a lot of death, torture, been villains 'cause they were broken, died themselves...it can get terrifying, when you know your life sucks, and you know others are going to find those shards.
Or when the first shard comes up that shows how fucked up it is, and you have people look at you with pity you don't understand, or you have to tell your bright eyed newbie that things are going bad.
On the other hand...
[She looks down at her soup, a thoughtful look on her face.]
I didn't grow up with humans. They were aliens. Mute chess people with p fatalistic views. Overdramatic, prone to panic, and reproduced by cloning. So....kind of a warped childhood.
[She closes her eyes.] I remember the first time I saw a city. It was...full of so many people. Didn't even know the names of the people around me, there were just so many.
What it's like to be in an amusement park.
Or be at a concert.
Parties, soccer games, dinner parties, live music, going to school with friends.
[She smiles and opens her eyes.] All these things were so....beyond my ability to really comprehend. People would talk about shit that was normal for humans I never got to see. But with the shards, I'm able to learn things I never had the chance to.
I guess I'm an extreme case, but....but sometimes it's easier to learn the lessons you should learn when you see it from the eyes of someone who has.
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I think I can understand … I mean, it's different for me, of course; I grew up surrounded by normal, regular humans on twenty first century Earth, with no magic, or supernatural powers, or anything like that. [ She's as normal as it gets, in other words. ] But the rest … [ A small smile. ] It's kinda cool that it's given you the opportunity to learn and grow as a person.
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Though I'm sure it ain't just me. If nothin' else, the weird has probs taught you stuff.
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[ Aoko finally starts in on her soup again, her smile a touch brighter. ]
Some stuff. [ She echoes, ducking her head. ] You can't live in a place like this and not learn. But, uhm ... [ There's another reason why she asked that question. ] I was actually ... Roxy-san, I was wondering if you'd be willing to help me with a quest? It involves sharing memories, so I'd more than understand if you'd rather not.
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A quest? Nah man, always up for helpin' with quests.
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These dinosaurs [ holds up the first pack ] are for sharing my memories. I, uhm, I don't get to pick which memory you see … so … it could be something awful. [ a slight wince, like she's embarrassed. ] And these ones are for people to share their memories with me. You don't have to do that, if you don't want to.
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Welp, I can take anything ya got. Lemme think on the giving, my memories are p much a crapshoot anyway,
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Thanks! I hope you get one of my good ones.
[ Please don't let it be as horrible as the one Church saw, please, please, please. ]
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[Gonna take a gummy worm.]
[She half thinks she might be jinxed though, but nomming away.]
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[ The beginning is normal enough, as games go. You're wary, trying not to feel nauseated at the thought of being in this awful place again, angry that these two siblings would cheerfully toy with people's lives. Still, that doesn't stop you from greeting Nimbus kindly … even when she talks about wishing she'd killed Elaeis, wishing she'd killed Lucky. (It's not Elaeis fault! you think. I understand your feelings, but please … it wasn't their fault, everybody would have been murdered if they hadn't played along!)
But then you're forced into the room, and you can feel the hunger gnawing at you. You hear the rules, and you think—no. No, no, no. You will not do this, they cannot force you to do this. You will refuse until your dying breath if that's what it takes.
…
Suddenly, you're in a completely different room. Suddenly, everything is very, very strange – confused, two memories of the same incident overlapping and overlaying and you don't know which is which; you don't know which is real. It's a mess and the memories is just one memory, isn't it, there are no boundaries or lines it's all one thing but no it's not, or is it?
“It’s hard, isn’t it?” He keeps moving forward, steadily. “It’s a lot to hold in. It’s okay. Just for a moment, you can let go. It’s okay.”
You don't (you do) fight back when he pulls you into his arms. The knife slides into your neck (hits you in the windpipe; you're dying but you're not dead yet) and you're (kicking him in the balls and slamming the knife through your own temple) dead in seconds, only to find yourself still there, a ghost watching your own corpse being devoured, until all that's left is tattered clothing and the odd clump of bloody hair. ]
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