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❝Two lives overlap. Which one do I call real?❞
【ɗιαƖσgυє cσƖσя:#4ca2b8 ♙ тнσυgнт cσƖσя #8b4cb8】
|| Secret ~Black Vow~ || Rin/Len (cover by SirHammet) ||
【ɗιαƖσgυє cσƖσя:#4ca2b8 ♙ тнσυgнт cσƖσя #8b4cb8】
|| Secret ~Black Vow~ || Rin/Len (cover by SirHammet) ||
Ellie blinked at the girl, at Shiro, thinking in her head that Cress would probably have loved to meet her. She sighed internally, knowing it was pointless to think such things. Most likely her beloved cousin didn't even remember her anymore, that she was erased from everyone's minds. That was the best case scenario, wasn't it? She would have to get used to life on the Untouchable District once again, the shimmering palace that reached high in the sky, above everything else. The Seraphim family, known foe extravagance but also ignorance. She wasn't sure she ever saw what lied under this top tier, ever. Her life was once again going to be confined to the palace, it seemed.
"Perhaps you are a servant. The Princess said, standing up, shivering slightly from the cold. "But I have no need of that. I've learned how to tend to myself during my time on Earth." One thing was good, at least. The Queen, Nirana, acknowledged that the Earth did exist, that her life there did actually happen, which meant that Cress and mum and everyone else was still there. Her heart thumped, missing them, knowing that they were gone from her life forever. Hopefully they didn't remember, so they wouldn't have to be sad. Narcia regarded the girl, sincerity in her eyes. "Perhaps my mother has hurt you, but I won't. Be at ease, I won't have a child such as you suffer if I can help it."
A tiny secretive smile appeared on her face, the first she could manage in a long time. "Shiro, you may call me by my childhood name when there's no one else to hear us." It was oddly familiar and she remembered her past lady in waiting calling her that all the time when she was still nothing but a little thing. Even now, Narcia wasn't sure where it came from. A faint blush was on her cheeks but only for a moment. "Nee."
Calling out in her sleep? That was certainly odd. "What have I said?" Ellie asked, curious. It was probably about Cress, about her old family, right? That seemed the most likely. There was no pain she could think of, however - at least not now. The light was a white hot searing agony but that had all but faded into nothing. "I'm fine, Shiro. There's no need to worry about me."
Her eyes glanced to the poster on the wall, about some sort of commemorative celebration of the return of the lost Princess. Narcia sighed internally - it wasn't that they cared about her coming back, it was an opportunity to gossip with the other nobles, to figure out their secrets and try to see who was a threat and who wasn't. To find political alliances, to find holes where there were once friendship, the complex web of relationships of the aristocracy that lived in the city, with her return as an excuse for more plotting and planning. It was just as well.
"Shiro, what should I wear to the event?" Narcia asked. While she enjoyed fashion and sewing back on Earth, she wasn't sure what was considered suitable for formal situations in Ourania. Hopefully the little girl would have more of an idea than she did.
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❝I don't know to fix me. Is there something wrong?❞
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|| Hope of Morning || Icon for Hire ||
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|| Hope of Morning || Icon for Hire ||
It could be seen as a sad thing, the dilapidated state of the Scrapper Tier. It was full of sadness and suffering, but there were good things, too! Aya glanced at the Gravity Drive on her wrist, manifesting as a sort of bracelet. One of the noblemen from the top had given it to her, as a show of support that he was going to help with the rebellion once he found an opportunity. Aya liked it, and with it, Daddy was able to somehow create the Gravity Engine for her bike! The girl wasn't sure how it worked, but it did, and she was pleased.
"We of the Rubble Tier have to save each other." Aya said, somewhat sadly. "If we don't work together, we'll all slowly die! You should know this already, silly!" Once they were at the Doctor's, he smiled at her, ushering them into another part of the tiny, ruined building, still with no real privacy but at least there was a little room. "Good to see you, Squid. Who's this?" Aya was floating her new friend, Cress, in by neutralizing her weight with gravity, making her float, dragging her by the foot idly. "This is Cress, she has funny hair." Aya said with sparkly eyes. "Her leg got busted, so can you fix it up?"
After preparing a little mattress, Aya released the gravity, letting Cress fall onto it with a little thump. She held her new friend's hand eagerly as the Doc examined it, analyzing the damage. "Luckily this isn't too bad, so commercial tech will do well, if it was any worse you might've had to beg one of the upper tiers to help you."
The blonde frowned slightly as the metal sheet wrapped around the hurt leg. "Ah, uh, it's gonna hurt." Aya murmured, a sad slump of the shoulders. "There's not enough painkillers so you'll have to deal. I'll squeeze your hand if it helps!"
Then the metal sheed started buzzing, turning to life, forcibly rearranging the bone into it's correct place and began stimulating regrowth of the skin. As this happened, the bike rider pressed hard on Cress's hand to show her her support. "So, where do you live? Aya can take you home to your family after!"