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theairlock2017-11-19 09:04 pm
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week 6
[Six weeks. Twenty-three Champions whittled down to just seven. Where the halls of the station once felt crowded and loud now they're empty and echo when someone speaks too loudly. Again, the Champions will find themselves experiencing strange dreams on Sunday night but outside of the usual wake-up call there is no new floor announcement from CECE.
Like the trash compactor last week, the infirmary is pristine and sterile once again. As if nothing had ever happened.]
(( Welcome to Week 6! Don't forget to submit your memory regains and turn in your benefactor threads for sweet loot, too! There's going to be no AC this week.))
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[That sounds surprisingly like an earnest question, searching for opinions.]
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["Never had a choice about what she was," that sure hits somewhere deep.]
I thought she was our friend, but- ...do you really think she didn't have a choice? Even if- even if she was right, and she wasn't human, she was still a person.
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Like she never had a chance to challenge her fate.
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[She's trying to articulate something Big and Complicated here.]
Isn't that- like every day here? Choosing to accept the Overseers' rules or not.
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[She'd do anything for him, and while nothing like that, nothing near like that had happened in his world, there's a distressing pang of familiarity. Not in a maddening facsimile of love, but in giving his all and then some for one person. He'd nearly given his life. Several times. Just to reach out and see him again.]
I don't have the answers. I don't know if anything could have been different for her. I know she never had the chance to be a normal girl.
[He looks down at the rose in his hands, mulling it over.] I can use a different flower, if that would make you feel better. But I'm going to add something for her. Whether she deserves it or not.
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...Mister Kaiba- you could say the same thing about me, almost. Before I left Atlas, there was- I wasn't just my father's daughter, or one of Mister Ironwood's students. I was his experiment, too. A military project. They still both cared for me very much! But- it wasn't really. Normal.
And then I met Ruby. The friend I mentioned? To her I was- I could pretend to be a real girl, with her. And then she found out the truth, and it didn't matter anyway. There's- there's a lot that I would do. For her.
[Would she kill for Ruby, and would it be any different from what Manaja had done, was the unspoken question.]
...give her- add something for Manaka. Whatever you think is appropriate. But- the other petals, the ones I used, they were from Ruby, I think. Her Semblance. Just- as long as it's not those.
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You. They got you right. No--you got you right.
[He sighs, spinning the flower lightly between his fingers.] We have all had choices to make to lead us exactly where we are today. To alter the patterns of our lives. Maybe that includes her. Maybe she chose to be as terrible and joyously murderous as she was, just as you chose to be Ruby's friend, just as she chose that what you were didn't matter.
[He turns to her fully, reaches for her hair.] May I?
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[What Manaka had done, she couldn't imagine being that cold. That THAT was what humanity had meant to her.]
[She blinks, looking up as Kaiba reaches for her.]
...Yes?
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She's lucky to call you a friend.
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[Her head dips, embarrassed.]
She's- I'm the lucky one, really. Ruby's the best friend in the world. But- thank you. Mister Seto.
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[He chuckles.] I'd stick to one or the other. 'Mister Seto' just doesn't sound right.
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[She's not sure what's happening, but she feels like if she pushes it too hard the whole yhing is going to burst.]
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He's good about it. He doesn't push or ask questions. Doesn't demand anything of anyone. Certainly the nicest terrorist I've ever met.
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[She's quiet for a second.]
...He's ABSOLUTELY nicer than the White Fang.
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Or at the very least, he's on our side.