Week 2

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[Other than the reappearance of the Overseer, there's no real change in the routine. PAL still makes the morning and night time announcements through the PIP on each Champion's arm, and still the Champion unitards are freshly laundered and re-hung each morning in their closets.

No other floors unlock, but Cece and Kip will still be appearing randomly to chit-chat.

All you know is... something has to change soon.]

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[ooc: Don't forget to to turn in your AC for week 1 and submit your threads for the Benefactors!]

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[The distance is appreciated, especially considering what she had learned about Heart. Arguably, he was the one most at risk by her presence, considering his robotic origins. What his exact "biological" make-up happened to be was unknown to the siren, but everything about him seemed to imply at least having some amount of electronic make-up.

Still, even where he stood seemed too close for comfort.]

It is not safe here, my friend. You should go back inside.

[myocordial]

[He doesn't approach anymore, he'll give her her space. Her worrying about this being safe should probably make him feel better about that decision, but honestly, he doesn't react all that much.]

You don't have to worry about my safety, trust me. I'm durable.

Now, why wouldn't it be safe?

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It's... [She'd been forthcoming about her powers in ways she never thought she would be able to. The people here were at least trustworthy enough to not want to take advantage of her.

But this stemmed not from her powers, but from her past. Something she had never been able to bring herself to talk about.]

You would not be the first person I harmed.

[myocordial]

...Seriously harmed, I'm assuming. For you to be this concerned.

[He wouldn't have pegged her as being powerful. But humans sure can be surprising.]

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Perhaps... perhaps even killed, yes. [Angel looked positively sick.]

I can control the flow of electricity. Cut it off completely, or force it to overcharge and explode. Neither situation would be ideal for anyone, but... I imagine a Roidmude must have some amount of electricity flowing through them. Being around me could prove to be fatal.

I... do not want that on my hands. Especially not after this.

[myocordial]

[Even though her logic is sound, Heart doesn't seem too worried. In fact, he takes a few steps closer. Not too close, still, but that's entirely for her sake.]

I appreciate the concern. And I definitely understand your fear, but... I'll be fine. You, however, don't seem as fine. [He frowns a little.] It wouldn't feel right to leave you here alone after you ran away like that...

[He's worried about her, plain and simple.]

These powers of yours are... very unique. I don't believe I've ever met a human who could do anything like that.

But you have trouble controlling it?

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Really, Heart, it's... [But she trailed off. Heart had made his decision, and trying to convince him otherwise would only serve to frustrate them both. The risks had been explained -- that would have to do.]

I... can see why you would be assigned the title of Compassion. You are too kind.

[Though she hesitated to speak, she doubted that Heart would have any trouble deciphering the answer from the look on her face. A pained expression crossed over her features, and she shifted rather uncomfortably before finally managing a few words.]

It... isn't a human trait, not really. And... yes. Ever since I received these abilities, I have struggled with keeping them in check. Back home there were... failsafes and dampeners in place -- not unlike whatever seems to exist in these PIPs. Without them though... I am dangerous.

[myocordial]

[He smiles slightly at the reference to his title. But far more important is what else she's saying.]

Not human, so... "Siren", then... Like it says on your profile? [He'd been wondering about that.] It must be difficult, having abilities like that but not being able to control them. Being dangerous through no choice of your own...

Are there no other methods for controlling what you do?

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Yes. One of six in the known universe. Or so people say. [It was hard to tell what was fact and what was fiction when it came to Angel and her powers.]

It... is very difficult. I... have done many things by accident. Terrible, awful things. [She shook her head.] We have tried finding other ways but... the best solution was being strapped to a chair equipped with ways to absorb or decrease my powers.

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One of six. That is... very special indeed, then.

[He's one of 108 and even that seems like a low number. Six in the whole universe... it's hard to imagine.]

...That doesn't sound like a very pleasant method. Having powers and having to limit them or hurt those around you... I can't imagine how painful that must be.

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Very. And... unfortunate, when you think of it. Out of every person in every galaxy, it picked me, the one with little control.

[Heart's words struck her. She hadn't ever really stopped to consider just how badly it hurt to do until she arrived here. Until she realized just how behind she was.]

It was necessary. People had to be kept safe. I understood that.

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Is it? There must be some reason it was you. Perhaps you're meant for exceptional things and you're just not there yet.

[A pretty optimistic way of looking at it, but that's how he is.]

I suppose that's a very responsible attitude to have. It's admirable. But understanding something doesn't mean it's necessarily easy, does it?

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I wish that were true. Unfortunately, I think we truly are just chosen at random.

[Nevertheless, a small smile crossed over her lips. It was a nice thought, even if utterly ridiculous conceptually.]

It doesn't. I have spent many years wishing I could do a great many things. I think that is why I am grateful to be here, even in the wake of this revelation. It is... nice to truly be alive.

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Well. Then you'll just have to take what you've been given and find a way to do something great with it anyway.

[Because when life gives you... weird... siren powers, you make... something? I... I don't know.]

...It is, isn't it? It's a gift that many take for granted, just simply... living. I can only hope that despite what has happened, this is simply the lowest point and nothing more.

[He's not saying it is, or even that he believes it, but it is a nice thought, that this is the worst things get. And everyone can use some nice thoughts right now.]

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[Chaos and mass-destruction? That sounds about par for the course at least.]

I... can at least try. At the very least, I hope to help those here in whatever way I can. If not with my powers -- certainly not with my powers -- than in some way.

[Angel could only hope she had reached her lowest point, here or back home. Still, doubt clung to the back of her mind. There were too many questions, too many holes, for her to feel confident in that inkling of hope.]

I... hope you are right, Heart.

[myocordial]

A very honorable goal. I think so long as you stay focused on that, you definitely will accomplish it. Though I wouldn't rule your powers out entirely yet...

[She's still young. There's still time to figure out how to control it properly.]

As do I. Considering the people we have here... I find it slightly easier to be optimistic.

[Something might happen, of course, but no one seemed all that bad so far.]

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I have... had them more than a decade. I think if I were to learn control, it would have happened by now.

[Of course, she hadn't been able to learn control in her circumstances. Maybe now...? But she shook her head before she could finish the thought. Potential training wasn't worth the risk.]

I will hold out hope, then.