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Mara LaFleur

"Sometimes I can't help but wonder if the dream will end and we'll wake up to something even stranger."

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a character in “Fragmented Sky”, as played by Spidermoon

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❝Does the frog know what's beyond the well?❞
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|| The Ballad of Mona Lisa|| Panic! At the Disco ||






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{☛ ⒻⓊⓁⓁ ⓃⒶⓂⒺ ☚}
Mara LaFleur
{☛ ⓃⒾⒸⓀⓃⒶⓂⒺⓈ ☚}
Fluorspar | It's her agent name.
Flo | Her preferred nickname.

{☛ ⒶⒼⒺ ☚}
18 and all grown up now.

{☛ ⒼⒺⓃⒹⒺⓇ ☚}


{☛ ⓈⒺⓍⓊⒶⓁⒾⓉⓎ ☚}
Once upon a time she loved Pan. Is Pan even still alive?

{☛ ⒻⒶⒸⒺ ⒸⓁⒶⒾⓂ ☚}
Morgiana|| Magi




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❝ This is the face that she gave me.❞
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{☛ ⒽⒺⒾⒼⒽⓉ ☚}
Just as short as she always was.

{☛ ⓌⒺⒾⒼⒽⓉ ☚}
Still small and slender like normal.

{☛ ⒽⒶⒾⓇ ⒸⓄⓁⓄⓇ ☚}
Naturally a hazel brown that reminds you of the rustic countryside and simpler times.
She likes to keep it dyed a bubblegum pink to show her control over her body.
As Zinnia, it's naturally the pink she always loved.

{☛ ⒺⓎⒺ ⒸⓄⓁⓄⓇ ☚}
Amethyst eyes that peer into your soul.

{☛ ⒷⓄⒹⓎ ⓂⒶⓇⓀⒾⓃⒼⓈ ☚}
Other than the normal wear and tear from the scars of battle, of surgeries, of being harvested, what else are you asking for?


{☛ ⒼⒺⓃⒺⓇⒶⓁ ⒶⓅⓅⒺⒶⓇⒶⓃⒸⒺ☚ }

Just like before, Flo is small and looks weak. She has a small thin frame that's delicate and dainty, as if a strong breeze could snap her into pieces of a twig, let alone a full twig. Her limbs are slim, she's full of scars, her steps are light and you can barely hear them. On her back are wings, blooming and bright, almost as if they were flowers. She doesn't really have a preferred dress, though someone with her slender figure can sort of look good in most things provided they aren't too revealing. Despite the tiny flower she is, one thing is clear. Gaze into her eyes there's a sense of dignity, a strong gaze that does not look away from you no matter how she's hurting. Someone with great intelligence and trauma is there, hardened over the experiences she's been forced to live through. Still here, still surviving, in this tiny corner of the world.

Since being a captive of the Seylums her hair has darkened into a more reddish pink, her eyes too, have lost a lot of their light. The sarcastic smile she used to wear is more often a displeased scowl, as if she were cursing the world. Can anyone bring the light back into her eyes?

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♙Is it the happiness you dreamed of?♙
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❥ Lies | It's entertaining when done right.
❥ Strategy| It's like solving a puzzle game!
❥ Safety| Too much danger for too long can break a person.
❥ Literature | It's like escaping into another world temporarily.









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❝Is the despair worth the smiles?❞
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⌦ Lies | They ruined her life, once.
⌦ Sympathy | Flo wants to survive on her own power.
⌦ Enemies | Trying to understand them only gives them another chance to hurt you.






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Eye Roll| Even now, she still has it.
Tail Rub| Some things never change.
Mocking Laugh| Don't worry, it's probably not personal.


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Shattered| The Third Impact broke her and she needs to go back together again.
Conniving| Flo can't help but try to control others.
Paranoid| Trust is a luxury not everyone can afford to give.
Lungs| Messiah wanted her to struggle with Emphysema yet again.




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Stubborn| Strong willed and determined to achieve her goals.
Intellect| Her mind is ever sharp, like it's always been.
Veteran| A veteran of the Third Impact, she's got lots of experience.
Pragmatic| It's always good to keep efficiency in mind.




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Fear of being powerless| Those without power can never change anything.
Fear of being a burden| Flo has to pull more than her own weight.
Fear of her own self| Once upon a time, she hurt Echo. Hopefully, never again.

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♙ The divine comedy you keep on showing me♙
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{☛ ⓅⒺⓇⓈⓄⓃⒶⓁⒾⓉⓎ☚}
At the end of the world
The beautiful eyes looking
From the Ark of Naglfar
See inverted shadow pictures
The frozen cocoon breaks open
And the seven birds are hatched

If you look at the children
Playing with the stars
Inside the celestial globe model
For billions of years, you should see
The soaring ship Naglfar crossing
The sky of undimmed lustre
And the boundless land.

At the terminal sea
Aboard Naglfar, among the spread beautiful arms
Dance inverted shadow pictures
The frozen cocoon breaks open
And the seven wisdoms are born

If you look at the playthings
Inside the infinite corridor world model
That is not even dead, you should see
The shining fingerprints of the Gods
Taking a map of the world
And from the frozen cocoon
The ship Naglfar setting forth.




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❝I will show you Looking Glass House.❞
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{☛ ⓅⓁⒶⒸⒺ ⓄⒻ ⓄⓇⒾⒼⒾⓃ ☚}
London, England
{☛ ⒻⒶⓂⒾⓁⓎ ☚}
Addison LaFleur | Mother | Baroness Impati | Martin LaFleur | Father | Dead
Aidan LaFleur | Brother | Dead | Gerald Vale | Uncle | Dead
Pandora Vale | Cousin | Missing | Echo King | Soulmate | Rehab
{☛ ⒽⒾⓈⓉⓄⓇⓎ ☚}
Once upon a time there was a girl who fell ill. It was a tragedy of course and she lost most all of her friends in the years to come, keeping only a certain Harris Stanstead as the only one who cared enough to keep her around. She had a cousin too, who she had romantic relations with, Pandora Vale was a precious existence in her life. Supported by an overbearing brother Aidan and an overprotective father, no one believed she could be more than what she was. The Second Impact came as a tragedy. Pandora went missing, Martin gave his life to save hers, making a deal with the Baroness of Resurrection herself, Harris lost his entire family. London had become a city of tears.

Once upon a time a girl dreamed she could become more than just a statistic, more than just another number, another girl who died of illness. She rose above her status and joined the Tower Society, wanting to prove she could be more than everyone believed her to be. After the trauma that was the Second Impact, she knew what her calling was. Pairing together with a spitfire who called herself Echo, Mara decided to cast aside her old self. She would be someone new, someone strong, and thus, she became Fluorspar. The pair rose through the ranks, making friends, making enemies along the way. They struggled with Seele, joined Team Lupin, and fought for the sake of humanity's continued survival. But Echo made a deal with the Kings and Flo would forever be changed by that deal, slowly becoming a demon.

The Third Impact began as Baroness Zinnia let them loose and the war for the Yggdrasil Seed began. Flo and Echo suffered together under the Kings, who drove to separate them and break their bond. Echo became Nova, Flo became Zinnia, and both Baronesses were fated to be enemies. Under the remnants of the Tower Society they were forced to kneel and as adversaries, were forced to pretend to be allies. With many friends lost along the way, they finally fought against the Kings, dying and being reborn thanks to the wishes of a certain spider, lost to the annals of history.

Baby Flo and Echo were given a second chance. With much difficulty the babies grew into children, into fighters capable of their own fight. Echo paired with Hawk, Flo with her old friend, Harris turned Samurai, and the four traveled to Berlin to fight the Third Impact, only to be captured. Flo was harvested for her time crystals and Echo was made into Lipidus's bride. Hawk was now a vampire and Samurai, a forced breeding animal. Flo, a plaything for Baron Messiah, was one day freed by an orphan hybrid Dominic, and a new fate opened up for the pink girl now.





ⒸⓄⓅⓎⓇⒾⒼⒽⓉ: ⓉⒽⒺ_ⓆⓊⒺⒺⓃ



So begins...

Mara LaFleur's Story

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❝In the ocean of despair, what lure keeps the fish swimming?❞

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|| The Ballad of Mona Lisa|| Panic! At the Disco ||




In the middle of the first physio session, all of a sudden something in Pray's pocket began to vibrate. She gingerly pulled it out the same way someone would try to pull a centipede out of someone's ear, dropping it onto the floor when it made another vibration. It was odd seeing the General of Hell glare at her phone as if it were an alien invader before picking it up by the strap to glance at the message she had received. Her face changed from fearful examination into unhappy calm. "Okay, I'm needed to take care of something." Pray announced, pulling a jacket on to cover up a little bit. "Where are you going?" Flo asked, having a bit of fun trying to wiggle her toes. She and Ayna had a bit of a competition to see who could wiggle their toes best.

Pray gave her a brief glance, seeming exhausted. "Echo." She mouthed softly before turning towards the door. "The hour is nearly up. Once you're finished, relax. You've all done well, and I'm proud of you. Next time let's see if we can push a little more intense, but there's no rush." Her voice was calm, pleasant. "Everyone improves at their own pace." With that she scampered off into the halls, no doubt to go wherever Echo was. Flo felt sick and pallid hearing that there was something wrong with Echo. Was it the moia moia thing again that they went to America to fix? Was it hurting her again? "Breathe, relax." Someone said to her but her head was spinning. "We need to tell Wei." Another voice said as Flo felt the world fade in and out of existence and she felt falling or weightless or-

...

"Praya! There you are!" Wicked burped as she waved her bottle of wine in the air as Pray walked by. Pray gave her a cold glance but still bowed to show respect anyways. "I'm busy, I have something to do. Don't you have a war to fight?" Wicked was one of their strongests. In testing, the pair of Miranda and Wicked was an even match for Christopher and Doll, the poster children of the London Branch Tower Society. The explosive duo had not yet lost a match yet. "I had some mages make this for me." Wicked said with a giggle, pointing the bottle of pills from her hip belt in Pray's direction. The little healer of course knew what this was and she frowned in disapproval. "Larantrum? But why do you...?" Most magical folks knew what Larantrum was. It manipulated the mana in your body to stimulate your nether regions as well as make you lose your ability to judge your actions. Those who ingested it tended to do very stupid things in order to satisfy themselves.

Really, Pray had no reason to want any of this. No, she didn't go to Wicked's last party with all the Seven Generals invited, just last month. It was nice seeing Blithe again at that party though because Blithe was almost always busy with her duties in Constantina. Wicked was always known for throwing the best, wildest parties. "Us Generals don't meet up enough." Wicked snickered. Though many Generals were on opposing sides now thanks to the war, that didn't change the fact that during each of Wicked's parties, they always had a pact of neutrality. No one was allowed to target another. "Frey has new souls for us to devour... c'mon, Pray, let yourself loose a little." Pray blushed, shaking her head. She always had a thing for Frey, as much as she didn't want to admit it. "I have to take care of someone... then maybe I'll think about it, okay?" She sighed, relaxing her shoulders as Wicked grinned happily at her.

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❝Why do I always end up destroying everything I've ever loved?❞

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|| The Death of a Bachelor || Panic! At the Disco ||




With Pray there to heal her, Echo went out of septic shock and her vitals began to stabilize. It was a relief for everyone and right away Terra got to work suctioning the intubation tube and putting a cather in her patient. She refused to think of this girl as Echo, her Echo. She looked so different, what with her sparkling silver hair and the unfamiliar scars. Terra was gentle of course, knowing that Echo must have been in horrible pain. Unfortunately, they could not communicate as Wei had specified that Echo would remain asleep until the sepsis cleared completely. It was tricky to treat blood infections as they could play hide and seek. Thankfully they had caught it just as it was starting and hopefully they could eliminate it quickly.

"So, you're Baroness Nova?" There was blood in her eyes, her blonde hair matted with crimson. Someone grabbed her hair, pulling her head upwards. "Tch, just a kid demon, not even mature. How do you have so much power?" Echo did not recognize the demon in front of her. "Flo-" Echo choked, her arms chained above her, they had lost feeling long ago. Her legs were practically numb, having not walked since she had gotten here. "Oh you mean Baroness Zinnia?" A fanged grin glinted in the low light of the basement, "that bitch is dead." Her head was released, her body slumping against the wall. "Hey, why can't we kill this one?" The demon yelled to the purple haired vampire. Echo stared up at the ceiling, wondering if she would ever see the sun again. It had been none stop torture since she had arrived.

Iflet Seylum looked back at him, smiling serenly. "It's because she's important, you know. It's not every day you capture a daughter of the King's."

"Let me play with her then." In one swift movement his hands were cut off, he cried out, startled, jumping backwards. "What did you do that for!?"

"Don't touch my toys, alright?" Iflet smiled, she hated violence. Echo lunged, her knees weak, gnashing her teeth, biting into the demon's leg. Iflet laughed, "so you still have some fight in you! How nice!" She was grabbed from behind the neck and shoved into the wall, "I thought you were already broken! Let's keep playing, okay? Let's have lots of fun together!"


This place was familiar to her, Angel had spent plenty of time on this rehab floor. She was weaker than the other demon's, she wasn't even sure she had a power. "Angel," Gem stopped her in the hall, her pretty pink hair touching the floor. Angel remembered her from their group therapy, which they would be going to again today in a few hours. "Hello," Angel smiled, shuffling nervously. She always felt strangely anxious around others, perhaps it was her lack of memory, but every so often she had horrible migraines that would last for days at a time. "I heard you have no memory! Is that true?"

"Mhm," Angel nodded her head, her technicolor hair glinting in the light beside the window. "I have problems with my head too!" Gem leaned forward, "You see, I'm all boggled up here!" Gem tapped her temple, "let's be best friends, okay!" Gem took Angel's hands in her own, smiling a fanged smile. It was another difference between her and them. All of the other demons seemed to have fangs and Angel did not. "O-Okay!" Angel smiled, she wanted to make friends. Elliot had told her that making friends might help her.

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❝In the ocean of despair, what lure keeps the fish swimming?❞

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|| The Ballad of Mona Lisa|| Panic! At the Disco ||




"I think we need to do something about the vampires."

Director Wei rubbed his temples as the proposition came up again. He was having a meeting with his inner circle on what their next move would be. They needed to do something to kill Queen Kitra Vacivus and Baron Messiah. Right now they were hiding in London away from the chaos, but if they weren't careful London would once again be the front line of a war between humans and demons. "We already took Viola Rosenkrantz's corpse from the castle." Ellen said, eyes flashing with a cold blue hue. "Queen Riven Seylum loved her, according to Doll's reports on the situation. If we can find Baroness Lachesis and strike a deal to revive Viola, then we can force Queen Riven to side with us for this war."

Ellen Winter was a brilliant mind and strategist, but she reminded many people of how the former Director, Director LaFleur, handled things. She wasn't afraid to manipulate and cheat to achieve her goals. Wei understood, of course, he knew that they had to win. But there were some lines he wasn't willing to cross. Cress frowned a little as she heard Ellen's strategy. "Didn't Queen Riven want nothing to do with the war?" She posited, raising an eyebrow. Neither Keron nor Shiro were here, both were busy with their own duties. "They aren't, though." Doll said softly, looking around. "In the at Belgium where Princess Charlotte was almost kidnapped and was saved by Shadow and Calciferous sacrificing themselves, we caught sight of Julia Rosenkrantz and Sweet Pea, operating under Minerva's orders." The vampires were still allied with the demons, though they weren't taking as active a role as they once did.

"I don't think it's a bad idea." Miranda said with a little grin, leaning in, baring her fangs. The head of the Eldriss mafia group was both someone powerful and someone with a lot of influence. She was also personally friends with the current President of America. Perhaps thanks to her time with the Constantinians, Miranda had changed for the mafia worked. Rather than a criminal group, they were an organization that got funds for the good of humanity. "But it's not a surprise to anyone that they're looking for the Orgia." Miranda made sure that the Orgia was transferred to the East Tower after the fall of Vercingetorix Hall. "What if we used that as leverage too?"

Princess Charlotte frowned, looking guilty. She was older now, nearly a properly aged woman, and still she was always being protected by everyone. "My two protectors are gone because of me." She said with a shake of the head. "Director Wei, I want them back. If the vampires can help us save them, then I vote we bring them to our side long enough to get Shadow and Calciferous to safety." Leo cleared his throat with a little cough. "We don't know if they're even still alive." He added as a warning. "Shouldn't we respect Queen Riven's wishes and let her remain-" Ellen narrowed her eyes displeasingly at him. "What's most important is saving humanity. And Riven's people are already fighting against us trying to save Orgia."

"Wei." She said, voice as cold as a snowstorm. "We have to get the vampires."

Wei sighed, because as much as it hurt, a part of him knew it was right. "Then we'll find Baroness Lachesis, and find a way to contact Riven Seylum."

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❝Why do I always end up destroying everything I've ever loved?❞

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|| The Death of a Bachelor || Panic! At the Disco ||




She was numb inside, discarded, her purity stolen by the monster that kept her chained to the bed. Her clothing was torn, her limbs cold.

Echo wanted to die.

"You poor thing," a whisper in her mind. Echo blinked, looking up. There was a girl standing over her, sparkling like the sun. She had flawless white skin and red eyes. Instinctively, Echo stiffened, whimpering. "You've only seen the worst of our kind," Echo tensed, she attempted to crawl backwards, but there was a wall. "It's okay," the girl reached out, her forehead touching Echo's. "Everything will be okay, I'm going to take them, alright?" Take them? What did she mean? "I'm going to replace them all with happy memories."

"Wh-w-who?" Echo stuttered foolishly, she was easily overpowered. "Who? Me? Mm... You can just call me Orgia!" There was a bright light, in a flash Echo was no longer on a bed. Her eyes rolled back into her head as she fell into a deep, dark, pleasant abyss. Faces swam past her, they were... disconnected, different. The pieces of herself were attempting to be swept up and held together with fragile glue, leaving Echo with a void. "There, that should be better... I think!" The ethereal girl disappeared, but she had not made things better, no.

She felt... empty.

Her memories were intact, but she felt unfeeling and strange.


It was nearly a week before the sepsis cleared and Echo was allowed to awaken. She was still in pain of course, but was no longer in the ICU, but the step down unit. As the sleeping medicine wore off, Echo began to rouse. "Echo?" A voice squeaked, Echo felt strange and empty. Her eyes stared blankly up at the ceiling... until she remembered. The attempt to erase those horrible memories failed and the demon shattered once more. Tears welled up in her eyes, the pleasant void filling once more with horrible memories and emotions. "What's wrong? Are you in pain!?" Terra asked in alarm, pushing the button so that she received pain medicine. Everything numbed, the pleasant emptiness filling her once more. That must have been it, no one named Orgia had visited her.

It had been pain medicine all along, hadn't it?

She needed it, she needed it to numb these horrible emotions inside of her, but after another week, Echo was forced off of it. She spent her time in recovery sleeping, no one pushing her, as she was already fragile. After that, it was determined that she was stable enough to be moved back to the rehabilitation floor. Her head throbbed, it felt far too soon to be moving back to the rehabilitation floor. "Hey Echo, we're gonna start feeds up again today, isn't that exciting?" They had taken the midline out of her chest yesterday, a bandage over it. "Do you want to take a bath?" Echo shook her head, "I think you should," her nurse smiled. When Echo had awoken to Terra sponge bathing her, it was quite the surprise. Now she had her normal nurse, the one with the pretty blue hair and sparkling yellow eyes.

"It might make you feel better, come on." The nurse lifted her easily, wheeling the pole with the feeding bags. "N-no," Echo squirmed as the nurse stripped her of the hospital gown and placed her into the bathtub filled with bubbles. "D-do-don't t-t-touch," the demon blushed, looking at her lap as the nurse began to wash her. The bubbles were lemon scented, it was rather calming, the sensory friendly activity. The nurse took notice and smiled, taking the opportunity to scrub Echo until she was clean, although they couldn't wash her hair until the stitches were out. "Your friends missed you at group therapy, they've all been asking where you disappeared to."

Somehow Echo doubted that was true. "C-c-cold," the demon shivered, the water was no longer comfortably warm. The nurse wrapped her in a towel and carefully brushed her hair, styling her silver locks over the bandage on the side of her head. "Tomorrow you'll be able to join the others, but you should rest up today."

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❝In the ocean of despair, what lure keeps the fish swimming?❞

ɗιαƖσgυє cσƖσя:#FF7BC1 ♙ тнσυgнт cσƖσя #4ba348

|| The Ballad of Mona Lisa|| Panic! At the Disco ||




Flo was being a bad person. She shivered, glaring hard at Elliot who had the syringe out and ready to put her under again. Ever since she found out from Pray that Echo was not doing well, in addition to the fact that she wasn't able to see her or allowed to see her, she had become despondent, desperate. It was easy to see why Fluorspar had become someone as strong as Baroness Zinnia in her prime. "Let me see her!" Her eyes flashed with light, her limp tail almost twitching. It was the early morning, the sun was not up yet so she was still a demon. "I have to see her!" She froze time and smashed the syringe, she wasn't going to let this jerk put her to sleep again. "I have to make sure she's safe!"

Elliot sighed, shaking his head. "You're not allowed to right now. She's being cared for, but it's important that she has no visitors right now." She had broken through the inhibitors, so he couldn't just activate them to forcibly put her under. Flo trembles, her legs shaking. She could barely move or walk, she was almost powerless, but as a demon she felt a bit stronger. As a demon, she could fight back. "I'll violate your body, Elliot, just like how the escaped birth mothers once did to you all those years ago." Before he was put in charge of the hurt and broken demons, Elliot was one of those in charge of the birth mothers. He was transferred out after the incident and naturally, Flo knew these things. Elliot sighed, as if bored of her attempt to manipulate her.

"I know you wouldn't do that. It's a little mean to use someone else's past against them, though." Flo's eyed widened. Why didn't it work? Why didn't it work? She used to be so good at doing this to others! Echo even hated her for it, way back when. "I - " Flo began hyperventilating again, her breath becoming more shallow, more rapid, her head spinning from the exertion. Her mind reeled and her vision spun, the world was melting around her and she didn't understand anything. "No, just calm down, alright? Do you want to talk to Director Wei?" Wei and Flo once knew each other. They weren't particularly close but there was a chance he would know what to do.

"Echo!" Flo panted. "I need to see Echo!" But she was useless! She couldn't even manipulate people anymore. "I - I what - so..." Stupid, worthless, she couldn't do anything. If she couldn't control, couldn't threaten and bribe, what was she for? What use was she? She was basically a log, just a log of meat, a mindless drone. Her brain felt as if it was tearing itself apart and her blood felt as if it were curling inside of her. Pain grew in her limbs, her joints, as her body shifted in perfect sync to the rising of the sun, once again weak, pathetic, human.

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❝Why do I always end up destroying everything I've ever loved?❞

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|| The Death of a Bachelor || Panic! At the Disco ||




Echo sat in front of the mirror. She had crawled out of bed, her legs uselessly dragging behind her. In her hand was a pair of scissors she had stolen from the nurse. Snip, her hair, it was too long. Snip, she didn't feel like Echo anymore. Snip, it was as though a stranger was wearing her skin each time she looked in the mirror. There was a knock on the door. Snip, 'Echo!" Snip! Someone ran forward, something clattered against the ground, but Echo was transfixed. "Echo, stop! How did you get scissors-" Melody, her hands clasped around them, stopping Echo from cutting another strand. Echo looked at the scissors in her hands, then up at Melody. "I-I h-h-ha-hate m-mys-s-s-self." Melody shook her head, hugging Echo in her arms. "Shh, shh, it's okay." Her hands touched Echo's cheeks, cool against her skin. "Everything will be okay," Melody looked at the scissors, easily prying them from Echo's grasp.

"Let me," Echo nodded, allowing Melody to cut the rest of her hair away. It grazed the bottom of her ears now; the length she had kept it at before. "Better?" Echo nodded and Melody lifted her, dragging Echo and the pole back towards the bed. "Don't hate yourself. You made your decision, didn't you?" Echo nodded once more. "We're all going to support you, alright?" She nodded again, embarrassed of the way she spoke, how she could not utter a sentence without stuttering. Wei had a theory that it wasn't the trauma, but the fact that the veins in her brain had thinned. With more blood flow, it would be easier to think and thus, the stutter would, in theory, resolve itself in a month or two.

Melody picked up the pudding cup she had been holding and brought it towards her sister. "Elliot said if you want to see Flo today, then you have to eat something a bit more solid. You just have to try it, alright?" Echo hesitated, this was the first step towards healing, wasn't it? Her hands shook as she took the pudding cup, Melody smiled, nodding encouragingly. She opened up the lid for her sister, who was too weak to do even that much on her own. "Here, I'll feed you, Doll will kill us if you get pudding on that fancy nightgown." It was four bites before Echo could not take anymore, she began to vomit, Melody having been fast enough to grab a bucket. Echo leaned back against the bed, tears welling up in her eyes. "Hey, it's alright, you tried. Okay? One step at at a time!"

Melody left when the nurse came, she had other things she needed to do, namely going on missions. There were more important things and yet, Echo felt warm, knowing that her sister had come to see her. Their relationship had always been rocky, but now... they supported her. No matter how awful she had been in the past. No matter how many slurs she had thrown at them. They were still here, trying to help her, trying to fix everything they had lost. Perhaps it was guilt eating away at them. Perhaps they were simply trying to make up for putting her in that jail the first time, but Echo was glad, even if she would never admit it. "Ready for group therapy?" The nurse asked as she set Echo in the chair. "Y-yes," she whispered, eager to see Flo.

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|| The Ballad of Mona Lisa|| Panic! At the Disco ||




Today Flo would get to meet Echo. But before that, she was in a meeting with Wei, who had something to talk to her about. He had a picture in his hands that he wanted to show her. They were in a boardroom, which was a little bit more comfy than the stifling rooms on the mental health ward that used to be the birth mother ward. "Who's this? And why?" Flo frowned, crossing her legs. It was nice to see Wei was doing well enough, and with the promise that she would get so see Echo again Flo calmed down a little bit. "You should recognize her." Wei said with a half smile, holding the photo up for Flo to gawk at. It was a blonde girl with sharp blue eyes and a harsh gaze... and she looked very similar to someone Flo once knew.

"Is her last name Blackwood?" Flo asked, narrowing her eyes suspiciously. What could this be about? "Yes, actually." Wei said with a small twinkle in his eye. He was getting old now, but he was ever as kind as always whenever he could be. He wanted to be a different kind of Director than the cold and unfeeling woman Flo's mother once was. "Amelia Blackwood became a Jaeger in order to get the funds to buy her younger sister a life. As you know, Amelia's mother was a prostitute and didn't use protection. As a result, she had two daughters." Flo remembered how much Amelia always hated her mother and vowed not to become like her. "And now Sana Blackwood wants to become a Tower Agent."

There could only be one reason why Wei was bringing this up with her right now. "Is she compatible with me?" Wei nodded, a solemn look in his eyes. "You're strong enough to keep her safe. Stallion died in the war, and her wish was always to keep her younger sister safe to live a long life. She has the right to join and fight, but I want to honor Stallion's final wish. I believe you could do it." Flo frowned, furrowing her eyebrows. "But I wanted to be partners with Echo again." Wei chuckled a little. "She's also compatible with another demon, I believe her name is Ayna Anranrara." That was yet another surprise. "Well, just think about it, alright?"

Flo had plenty of things to say to Echo once she saw her again. Ayna looked bored as she played with her fingernails and the other demons were there as well. Flo sat next to Ayna but she was most eager to see Echo. This was her and Ayna's first time in Group Therapy, they had never been here before. "Echo..." Flo's eyes went wide when she saw her friend after so long, looking unwell and her poor hair looked chopped up as well. She scanned her partner's body to check and see if there was anything wrong, but it was no more wrong than the normal besides the hair problem. So she was stable now? "Let's get rank 10." She said with a smile, deciding to wait on the Sana Blackwood news until later. "Now." Elliot cleared his throat to get everyone's attention. "Today is Fluorspar and Ayna's first time joining us, so why don't you all show them how we do things here at Group Therapy?"

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|| The Death of a Bachelor || Panic! At the Disco ||




Echo shifted in her wheelchair as the nurse pushed her, Melody had done her best with Echo's hair and the demon rather liked it, back to the length she had kept it at before Belgium. "There you go, I'll come pick you up afterwards and we'll try some pudding for lunch, alright?" Echo nodded, watching the nurse leave. She reached for the wheels, rolling closer to Flo and a demon Echo didn't recognize. "F-F-Flo," Echo stuttered. She was glad to see her friend, glad to see that she was alright. "Y-yes," Echo smiled, "I-I w-wa-want t-to g-ge-get to r-r-rank te-ten." She and Flourspar had been so close, they were nearly there when Echo had taken a sword to the chest and had died, after sneaking out to be on a mission she was never supposed to go on.

Elliot entered, Oliver slinking in behind him. "Everyone ready?" They sat in a circle, "today we're going to be making bead bracelets." Bead bracelets? Not only was group therapy supposed to be sensory friendly for everyone, it also served as acriviries to help motor function. As many of them had issues with coordination. "Oliver, will you hand out the strings?" Elliot asked, taking a seat in their circle. "Now, normally during Group Therapy we sit quietly, but since things are a bit different, I want to encourage everyone to share their feelings. How are you all doing after the move to this new place?" Elliot needed to make certain of course that his patients were faring well and there was no better place to express worry than in group therapy, where others could feel and ease it.

Echo took her string, her hands shaking terribly as she was given a small bowl of beads, her fingers attempted to grasp one, latching onto a red one. Red, like her eyes had been, the color of blood. Echo focused as she attempted to string the bead onto the piece of yarn. "I hate it here!" Allison suddenly yelled, dropping her bowl. The beads went rolling, Allison grabbed at her hair, pulling it, her ears twitching wildly. "We're too close to the Impact! They're going to kill us all!" She slid out of her chair, sobbing. "I don't like it either," Bex twitched, a group of broken demons, all stuck in a room together. It would be easy to revolt if they had a reason to. "It's going to be alright," Elliot rose, helping Allison back into her seat as she sobbed, her beads rolling across the ground. "Change takes some time to get used to," his smile was serene, calming. "We all just need to take this one step at a time."

One step at a time... Echo had two beads on her string now. "Angel, what's wrong?" Elliot asked once he had calmed Bex and Allison down. Angel blinked, looking at the string in her hands. "I-I don't know," she held up the string, "this... reminds of me someone... but I can't-" she stopped, wincing, "I can't remember," Angel placed her hands against her head, it was clear she was in pain. "Oliver, why don't you escort Angel back to her room so she can rest?" Oliver nodded, Echo looked down at her beads, she had picked up the third one. "F-F-Flo h-ho-how a-are y-you fe-feel-feeling?" Echo wanted to know, speaking quietly.

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|| The Ballad of Mona Lisa|| Panic! At the Disco ||




Flo did not really know what to expect here for group therapy. She had never really had therapy before, not in a mental sense. There was never time for it when things were serious because she was always needed on the frontlines as a member of Team Lupin and her mother would never give her a break because there were demons that needed to be killed, and pieces of the Seed of Yggdrasil that needed to be gathered. Elliot was speaking and introducing her and Ayna, the two new girls to the group therapy party. "Let's do it for real this time." Flo said with a slightly wavering smile. She and Echo never got past Rank 6 before the Third Impact happened. Would they be able to reach the top this time after being broken and mangled so many times?

They were apparently going to be making bracelets out of beads today. Flo frowned as she stared at the materials, wondering how the heck she was supposed to be able to get the strings through the holes of the beads. It would be hard, that much was certain. Flo picked the pink and yellow beads, reminding her of her old team. Elliot wanted to know how everyone was getting along in this new place, this new facility which was remodeled from an old facility that was full of pain and sadness. The birth mother ward was one of the darkest things the Tower Society ever did to anyone. "It's okay I guess." Ayna murmured, not inclined to share her past so easily. Elliot took note of that but said nothing, probably to allow her to speak whenever she felt comfortable. The way Ayna looked on edge, Flo had to wonder if it had something to do with the birth mother ward.

"I'm okay. I just want to get out of here." She murmured with a roll of the eye. "I'm obviously perfectly fine, just like new, Echo." She totally never had breakdowns anymore or anything, that's for sure. Flo made her best smile but for some reason she felt like crying. She stared into Echo's beautiful eyes and took a deep, labored breath, coughing a few times as she irritated her lungs. "And you'll be too. And then we'll climb the ladder all over again." She grinned, pink eyes wobbling. "Do - do you think they'll let us keep our Rank Six or will we have to start all over?"

All of a sudden Flo's hands began to tremble and she didn't know why. Her eyes went wide and she tilted her head. Why were her hands trembling so much? Why did her legs feel so weak? Why couldn't she get a single string through a single bead? She glared at the pink bead but the string kept going to the side or outside and not inside the hole like it was supposed to. "Why won't it work?!" Flo growled, agitated. Nothing was working, nothing was as it was supposed to be. Useless, she was so useless, she couldn't even make a bead bracelet! What kind of worthless animal was she? "S-so how are you, Echo?" The pinkette asked, her voice breaking a little.

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|| The Death of a Bachelor || Panic! At the Disco ||




Echo nodded, a small smile on her face, the first one in days. Elliot took notice of everything that happened around him of course, slowly writing it down under each patient name. Progress, regression, it was all made note of on his tablet. 'Y-yeah," Echo looked at her lap, blushing slightly. She wanted to make it to rank 10, she had never been up that high on the totem pole. She would be at Doll's level, people would look up to her. How was she going to get there? Like this, Echo couldn't even look anyone in the eye. Her hands tightened into fists, she could do this. Elliot had said he would help her, if that was her decision. She wanted to get better, she didn't want to stay this weak. Echo looked around the room, at Gem, happily stringing her beads, at Ash, silently brooding, refusing to touch the string.

Was anyone on this floor truly happy? Was she the only one that had noticed it? Perhaps Echo was merely used to war, an agent of chaos, but this false sense of peace did not sit well with her. It could also be because she had not been allowed such a thing. No, from the time she was born, Echo was never allowed to rest. Now, she was simply expected to retire quietly? It just seemed... strange. Did she really want to go back to war and fighting? To be a tool for other's to use, to live everyday knowing she could die at any second? Echo didn't know, but she knew one thing. She didn't want to live in this rehabilitation facility any longer than she had to. Even if she could never fight again, Echo knew that she would rather try than live with this false peace.

"I-I w-wa-want t-t-to ge-get ou-out t-t-too." Echo stuttered, hating herself even more for her weakness. She was the only one here that had a problem with it, why? Why couldn't she speak normally? Why couldn't she do that much without breaking down and wanting to cry? At least Flo was okay, at least she was awake, she was moving, albeit slowly. "I-I th-thi-think w-we-we'll ha-have t-t-to st-start ag-ag-again." Echo blushed, wondering why she couldn't utter that much without wanting to die of embarrassment. She looked down at the beads in her hands, her hands which trembled with every breath. It was a miracle she could even move them, was what Elliot had said after her first evaluation. In truth, most of the nerves in Echo's body were shot.

"I-it-it'll b-be ok-okay," Echo whispered as Flo began to panic about her beads not working. "S-s-see?" Echo showed Flo that it was hard for her too. They were both broken to bits, they were both in need of being put back together. Flo asked how she was and suddenly Echo no longer wanted to put beads on her string. There were only four beads on it so far. Echo closed her eyes, how was she doing? She had not thought about it, she had avoided thinking about it. Every part of her body had been violated, she was broken, battered, bruised. She had wanted to die. "I-I'm o-ok-oka-okay," Echo whispered in a lie.

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|| The Ballad of Mona Lisa|| Panic! At the Disco ||




In a way, both girls were lying to try and appease the other, Flo could tell that much. Echo was not okay, and after all the things that happened to her, it made sense why she wasn't. Flo could still remember all the times she was sliced open and had her organs harvested over and over again in the hopes of finding some way to abuse her time stop ability. They had both gone through hell, probably some of the worst cases of anyone here. Even so, they were faring better than Pan, who was literally torn away from her body and still being tortured for years on end. Flo closed her eyes, deciding that the beads didn't really matter. "Echo, there's so much for us to see and do. Let's work hard and get out of here."

Her head felt heavy, like her neck was too weak to support it's weight. Her whole body had grown weaker, her muscles barely able to do anything thanks to spending so long comatose and unresponsive. She herself remembered the movements but her body wasn't able to do them. "They want us to get better with using our hands. What if we worked together?" She coughed, painful hitches in her throat as she thirsted for air. At least she was kind enough to aim it away from anyone, just in case they were afraid of saliva spraying about. "Umm.... I'll hold a bead, and you try to put the string through. Remember our old Synchro Rate exercises?" They learned it from Flame and Melody - if two partners worked in unison with the same goal on something, it would help boost their synchro rate and make their combined strength even better.

Flo and Echo had always been good in terms of their synchronization, even able to use Soul Bursts at their peak in power. Flo no longer had Annalise's Eye, as she returned the relic back to her mother, who was serving time in the holding cells of the East Tower, several floors above them. What kind of soul burst would they have now, considering Flo's ability to stop time? "I don't have my pins anymore." Flo admitted, a little wistfully. She missed them, but a part of her was glad she would no longer have to kill parts of her body in order to neutralize parts of her enemy's body anymore. Especially whens he would give her enemies heart attacks by stabbing herself through the heart with a pin, wasn't that the worst of it?

"Maybe once we're out we can ask Ellen to give us new tools?" A weapon to help enhance Echo's combat with her crystals, a weapon to take advantage of Flo's time stop ability. Ellen Winter would definitely be the one to go to for that. "And then we can show big boobed Doll who's boss!" They wouldn't just be the heroes that defeated Kuro and Lumos King. They would be more than that. They would become the next Rank 10s and be at the top of the ladder, together.

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|| The Death of a Bachelor || Panic! At the Disco ||




Echo nodded, they could work together. "B-bu-but w-w-we ch-ch-chose d-d-dif-f-ferrent co-colors." Echo stuttered, picking up her beads. Would it be alright? She nodded, remembering the synchro rate exercises, remembering her past self. She was no longer that fiery bundle of fierceness. No, Echo was a broken demon. "Y-yeah le-let's w-w-work to-toge-together." Echo's hands shook as she picked up one of her strings to string onto the bead that Flourspar was holding up. Neither girl was faring well. Was it simply a pipe dream to want to escape this place? Echo didn't know. She focused on putting string through the beads, biting down on her lip, her fang nearly tearing through her skin. Why was she so bad at this? It was something so simple, so why did her hands shake so much? Echo blinked back tears, she couldn't get frustrated here.

"Good team work you two," Elliot praised with a smile as he watched the girl's work together. Echo flinched, her hand twitching, nearly knocking the bracelet out of Flo's hand in surprise. She had been so busy focusing on this task that Elliot had surprised her. "It's an unconventional problem solving method and I'm glad to see you two working together," of course he was going to write it down on his tablet. This was a good thing, the fact that the two of them were speaking to one another and able to work together. Elliot moved on and Echo looked up at Flo, "Y-yo-you ha-haven-haven't h-had the-them fo-for a-a wh-while." Not since Flo had woken up as a demon, but now, with soul damage, would she need to use a weapon with a soul piece inside of it?

Echo's small smile quickly began to turn into a frown. She shook her head, nearly dropping the string again. "I-I ca-can-can't f-f-fig-fight." Her wings had been cut off, she didn't even haver her signature tail anymore. Echo looked down at her lap. M-my w-w-win-wings a-ar-are go-g-gone." It hurt to say it out loud, it made the loss real. She really was weak, wasn't she? Echo was a horrible Baroness. She felt it, the beginning's of her panic attack. Echo leaned back in the chair, her fingers trembling worse than before. Tears welled up in her eyes, ones that she couldn't stop from flowing. "Th-the-they t-too-took ev-ever-every-th-thing." In that moment it was clear just how deep the cracks ran.

Elliot was quick to respond, after all, one demon breaking down could set all of the others off. "Oliver, would you mind escorting Echo back to her room?" He asked softly, Oliver grunted, but took the handles of the wheelchair. The string slipped from her hands, the beads falling to the ground, her and Flo's hard work clattering against the floor. "It's okay, you'll see Echo again later." Elliot promised, hoping that this would not set any of the other's off. Already they had lost three today, Allison having been returned to her room as well. Echo sobbed in the wheelchair as Oliver rolled her back to her room, where the nurse was waiting to take over. "It'll be alright," the nurse soothed as she set Echo in bed. "Tch, baby," Oliver left, he didn't want to be here. His words only made Echo cry harder.

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|| The Ballad of Mona Lisa|| Panic! At the Disco ||




"Wei will bring everything back." Flo said, heart racing as Echo began to go into her panic attack. It seemed like everyone here had them to some degree. Echo wasn't listening anymore, she couldn't listen anymore, it was too much for her to handle. It felt as if Flo was drowning under a wave of helpless despair because there was nothing she could do for her friend. Even as the doctors took her away to be cared for Flo couldn't do anything. Was this what group therapy was? Why wasn't it helping Echo, then? "Hey." Ayna wheeled herself over, poking Flo in the arm. "Let's go, this is kind of boring." The demon did not seem to want to be here either. "We have things to talk about." No doubt the doctors were confused as to how the two girls knew each other, since they had been comatose and all.

Flo was more than happy to leave. She had no real interest in anyone else here at the very least. "What's going on?" She asked. Ayna was her fellow companion in comatose life. Together they fought against the boredom and the threat of disappearance by entertaining themselves and going on adventures inside their own heads. "Let's go see what's happening on the outside, shall we?" The greenette grinned as the two girls wheeled themselves to a secluded corner. Naturally a doctor followed them to make sure they didn't do anything bad, but there was nothing they could do about that. There was no such thing as privacy here, after all.

Well, except inside of their heads at least.

Ayna took Flo's mind and pulled it from her body, peeling her away. The greenette giggled, raising herself to the air. Flo felt weightless and free yet again, able to move freely and swiftly and fly to the air unlike how in her body she was trapped, slow, couldn't move an inch. "What will we see today?" Flo asked, excited. She was distracted so she wouldn't also get to have a breakdown the way Echo did. "Let's go spy on the vampires." Ayna suggested, pointing somewhere out on the horizon. "What's going on in Castle Seylum now?" It was getting more and more clear that a demon like Ayna was not someone who was meant to be a fighter. She was better off as a spy, a scout. She could gather information on everything by using this ability to astrally project herself.

The two girls blinked and suddenly they were in northern Hungary, near the Alps mountain range that spanned much of Europe's topography. A large and foreboding castle awaited them. Flo shivered, remembering the time she spent here. "The people that hurt Echo and you are not in power anymore." Ayna said, taking them in the front entrance. "Apparently Queen Riven is much more friendly than Gavyn and Iflet Seylum were." Queen Riven was adorned in black and it appeared that she was writing a journal of sorts, sitting alone in her room. It was a lonely room, even though there were two beds available, only one was ever used. As if she was waiting for someone.

"Looks like she's writing." Ayna nodded, glancing at the Queen in mourning. "It looks like she writes a journal entry of her day every day to a Viola girl." Ayna read the previous entry on the opposing page. "It seems to be about anything. Last one said something about how a girl named Sweet Pea was teaching her to cook and it was fun?" Queen Riven did not seem like an evil sort. So why exactly did she side with the demons to attack humanity just like her predecessor did?

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|| The Death of a Bachelor || Panic! At the Disco ||




"Here, this will make you feel better," a sedative; it raced through her veins, numbing the world. Echo leaned back against the pillows as the nurse placed the blanket over her, England's desolate winter pervading through the windows. Echo opened and closed her hands, she wanted to say something, but instead, she merely allowed the pleasant vibrancy of nothingness overtake her senses, staring up at the ceiling. Why couldn't her brain be this quiet all the time? Why couldn't her body listen to her as easily as it did now? Echo closed her eyes, hoping that she could fall asleep. She wanted this pleasant numbness to drag her underneath into the land of nothing, but alas, it didn't happen.

The feeding pump began to beep, it seemed that she was done with her food for now. "I'll stop that," Echo's eyes snapped open, that was not a nurse. No, Angel was standing in her room, pushing buttons on the machine. "I learned how to make it quiet," she smiled, Echo whimpering and scooting away. "Ash said I should stop bothering him because group therapy is over but I missed everything. Do you want to make a bracelet?" Angel took Echo's none answer as a yes, the angelic looking demon setting herself down on the end of Echo's bed. "Those are cute," Angel reached for one of the plushies that her sister's had brought her, petting the rabbit's head. The bear was currently tucked into Echo's arm. "You're lucky you have such cute stuff," Angel smiled, "I don't have anyone to bring me anything, not like everyone else."

Everyone else's rooms were personalized, they had their own clothing and pajamas, having collected stuff from working. Angel wore the standard patient jumpsuit with slits in the back for two heavy looking wings. She pulled beads out of her pocket, placing them on the bed. Echo watched quietly as Angel deftly looped the beads onto the string. "Here!" The demon flinched, jumping back as Angel reached forward, tying the bracelet around one of her skinny wrists. "Now we're friends, see? I have one too! Er well, I have to make myself one...." she trailed off, pulling another string out of her pockets. The other one had cookies packed into it, which were poking out of the top.

"Y-yo-you-r-you-re cr-cra-crazy," Echo murmured, the beads on her wrist shining in the light. "No, you are," Angel smiled, not bothered by Echo's name calling. "We're all crazy, that's why we're on this floor, right? That's what Oliver says," Oliver was a prat, but Echo wasn't going to tell Angel that because it was true. They were all crazy and broken, it was why they were kept here, away from everyone. The only field trip Echo had taken since arriving was to have surgery, not to mention they had gotten rid of outside time altogether for the time being. "W-wh-why d-d-do yo-you wa-wan-want t-t-to b-be fr-frien-friends?" Echo stuttered, the effects of the medication having already worn off.

"Um... it's lonely, inside my head I mean." Angel looked up at the ceiling, the light fixture that could be dimmed and the star stickers that were in every room. "I don't remember anything, Dr. Wei and Dr. Elliot said that maybe one day something will unlock my memories, so I just have to make new ones in the meantime!" Echo had never heard anyone call Wei Dr. Wei, Professor maybe, but she had never called him Doctor. It was almost comical. "So do you want to be friends?" Angel didn't seem to mind when Echo flinched when she spoke, she clasped Echo's hands in her own, Echo scooting away uncomfortably. "S-s-sure," her cheeks were pink as she spoke.

"Angel!" The nurse was blue in the face, suddenly standing in the doorway. "You know you're not allowed in other patient's rooms!"

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"No, leave Echo alone, she isn't feeling well."

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|| The Ballad of Mona Lisa|| Panic! At the Disco ||




[i]Flo and Ayna watched the sad atmosphere at Castle Seylum. It has been weeks yet still they could not get over Vopla's demise. Flo had not been there when it happened though she was around and sensed that something bad had gone wrong. "Vampires can be immortal." Ayna said softly as Queen Riven closed the journal and looked at the tidy, unused bed in the corner of her room. She rubbed at her eyes and turned towards her own bed to gaze out at the setting sun high in the sky. "She'll be without her love forever, probably." Never to reunite until Riven so decided to by her own hand, if vampires could ever reunite with their loved ones at all.

The pinkette blinked her eyes and suddenly now they were somewhere else now. What was this place? It just looked so odd, as if everything was filled with a sea of stars. "What is this place, Ayna?" It didn't look to be any real place that Flo had ever seen before. "It's the starscape where the stars do their business." Ayna said with a mysterious smile. Then she shrugged with a sigh. "Or at least, what I imagine it to be." It was a nice, peaceful sort of place for sure. "So why are we here?" Was there some important matter Ayna wanted Flo to know or hear? This was the only way they could have privacy from the doctors, so if there was a secret the pinkette was prepared to hear it.

"I just thought it was a nice place." Ayna said, looking almost evasive for some reason. She gazed up at the stars as if searching for something but whatever it was she sought she was unable to reach. "Wait, I just thought of something." Maybe this was the key to helping them get out of here. "Now that we're both awake, you can pull Echo out too, right?" Flo's voice became almost excited. "Echo has the worst trauma of us all. But you could help take her away from it and give her a break from her own mind."

Ayna raised an eyebrow as if curious. "We could have a tea party in my head where her traumatic thoughts can't intrude." The green haired demon looked almost devious. "I might bring Angel in too, because I'm very curious about her." One thing was certain - Yue was very sure Angel did not actually smell like a demon at all. What was Angel? Not a demon, but not even she had any memory of the past.

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|| The Death of a Bachelor || Panic! At the Disco ||




The next morning, the nurse came in early to wake Echo up. "We have you scheduled for therapy now, ready?" No, Echo was not ready, but she allowed the nurse to prepare her for the morning. Echo watched as the nurse primed the pump and connected it to the hose that went down her nose and throat and into her stomach. The nurse carried Echo to her wheelchair and pushed her down the hall and to the elevator, where they went one floor down to the therapy rooms. "Good morning Echo," Elliot smiled, Oliver brooding in the corner like always. "Ready to start?" Slowly, hesitantly, Echo nodded. "Good, now, let's get working on fine tuning those motor skills. Want to try some sorbet?" He placed the bowl and spoon in front of her, both made of silicone so no one would get hurt if something happened. Slowly, Echo reached for the spoon, her hand trembling. Oliver snorted in the corner, making tears well up in Echo's eyes.

"Oliver, please, if you can't be supportive then leave." Elliot scolded, to which Oliver strode out of the room, seeming almost glad that he wouldn't have to deal with watching Echo fail. "It's alright, it's only the first day." Her hands wouldn't stop shaking, most of the sorbet fell off of the spoon and onto the napkin in her lap. A few, victorious spoonfuls in her mouth ended up with Echo wretching at the feel of it on her tongue. "Good job," Elliot would smile and praise her each time she managed to move the spoon. "Now, let's do the other hand," she ended up passing the spoon, slowly but surely, to each hand. They used pence next, each placed on the mat. Echo had to lift them and put it in the other hand before putting the pence into a bowl.

Just their one hour session left Echo exhausted. "We'll work our way up, alright?" Elliot assured her, "everyday we'll meet here and then we'll increase the time," Echo nodded, slumping back in the wheelchair. The nurse took the handles, taking Echo back upstairs. "We'll have a nice warm bath now and get you all cleaned up," she smiled. Echo shivered, wishing she could take a bath on her own, but she was almost never without someone by her side in this place. It was probably for the best, Echo feared that if she were left alone, she would do something unsavory or drastic. "Oh look, visitors!" It was only Doll and Christopher, the later turning around quickly when he saw the bathroom door open. "I'll wait outside," he offered as Doll entered.

"I heard you did well in therapy today." Doll smiled, seeming proud. Echo wasn't sure if it was pity, or if she was actually happy of the small accomplishment Echo had made. She pat Echo's head, the little demon flinching at the touch. "Here, I brought you a dress," it wasn't frilly, in fact, for Doll's taste, it was rather plain. "I know you're having sensory problems, so the lace isn't anywhere that will come into contact with your skin," it was a white flag, as far as Doll went with clothing.

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|| The Ballad of Mona Lisa|| Panic! At the Disco ||




They decided to meet at London's Greatport, a large port just outside the city which had been turned into a heavy military compound. Director Wei was here and so was Cress, his second in command. Naturally, Ellen was here too, coldly gazing dispassionately at those on the other side of the table. Sitting between the two parties was a person they all were familiar with in some way. Baroness Lachesis, the only Baron not affiliated with the Third Impact, she was a neutral party that no longer wished to take part in the war. Opposite of Director Wei's side and the Winter sisters' two demons, sat the vampires. Queen Riven was here, as was her primary attendant, Elise von Trapp. Lastly, Gregor was there as well, gazing at them with a slight frown.

It was obvious what this was about.

"We have Viola Rosenkrantz's corpse." Director Wei said as smoothly as he could. "We dug it up during the coronation ceremony while none of you were paying attention. Baroness Lachesis here can revive her and bring her back." With a drawback, always of course, but did the vampires know that? Baroness Lachesis did not seem inclined to warn her clients about this risk, so it wasn't as if Wei had to either, as much as he may want to. This was a matter of humanity's survival. You couldn't always be nice to everyone. "She was your partner and intended." Ellen's voice was ice cold. "It would be in your best interest to agree to this deal." Elise cleared her throat, eyeing Riven who had balled her fists, unhappy, not just unhappy but clearly angered, but still not about to pick a fight. Not unless they had to.

"Are you trying to open up old wounds?" Elise's voice was accusatory. "We already said our goodbyes. There's no need to go after us like this." Ellen knew that the vampires just wanted the body back, they just wanted Viola to get to rest in peace. "And what would you have us do?" Gregor asked, not about to just let a deal come through without knowing the terms first. Cress crossed her arms, clearly trying to express that no, she did not agree with doing this sort of thing in the slightest. "Side with us in the war. Then you'll get your Viola back." Was Ellen's succinct reply.

"And what is your stake in this, Baroness Lachesis?" Elise asked, eyes narrowed at the serpentine demon sitting between the parties at the table. Why was she taking part in this? "In exchange for being allowed to live, one of the prerequisites is to agree to help with small tasks from time to time." Baroness Lachesis answered, never missing a beat. The vampires conferred among themselves, as if trying to decipher what that even meant. "And what, may I ask..." Riven finally decided to speak, her pink hair vibrant despite her many losses. "What reason do we have not to attack you right now and force you to return my friend's body to me?"

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|| The Death of a Bachelor || Panic! At the Disco ||




Riven's hands balled into fists by her sides. She did not understand why the humans wanted to make enemies of her. She had known that Viola's grave had been robbed the eve of her coronation, but had not expected it, of all people, to be the supposed "best side of humanity." Riven rose from the table, "I am going to step outside for a moment-" but the one with icy eyes stopped her. "I'm sorry, but you cannot leave, not until a decision is made." Her smile reminded Riven of the frozen wind of the mountains, a reminder of what the humans had done to her, of the scars that would never fade around her wrists. She sat back down, Elise's hand taking her's underneath the table and giving it a hard squeeze. Yes, there were many things to fight for, but Viola would not want them to side with humans. After all, Viola had hated humans too.

"I apologize Tower Society, but it would not do to make enemies of us vampires. We have pulled out from the war and have remained neutral. We will not stand for bribary," Riven tossed her pink hair over her shoulders, level headed. Yes, she was Queen; this was the right decision, her decision. Elise gave her a small nod of support. Gregore grinned, it seemed that at last, Riven had made the right decision. "Do what you will with her body, Viola is long past dead. We've said our goodbies and if that was your only bargaining chip I believe you have nothing left to offer us." Riven rose, feeling a sort of sadness plague her insides, or perhaps that was guilt. She had just passed up what was probably the only opportunity to ever see Viola again.

But Viola would not want to be returned to the land of the living as some warped verision of herself. "Excuse us, we will be taking our leave." It was snowing as they left the building of the Tower Society, perhaps a sign from Viola herself that they had made the right decision.

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Echo had been working at therapy for the last few days, her muscles exhausted after each session, but her coordination growing steadier with each session. There was no physical therapy on the weekends, but this week they were being treated to something new. The nurses had gathered all of the patients into one of the recreational rooms on the floor, table full of ice cream and different toppings arranged for them to celebrate a successful week at rehab. Echo had been working on keeping down food and liquids, while still making her sick, were much more tolerable than solids. Still, if it was time she could spend with Flo, Echo would rather be here. The nurse wheeled her into the recreational room, where the others were already gathered.

Echo had made Flo a bead bracelet, one similar to the one that Angel had made her so that they could match. Was it childish? Perhaps, but in her PTSD laden mind, it made sense. Her hands shook nervously, wondering if Flo would like it. "I'm sure Flo will love it," the nurse assured her, leaving Echo parked in the circle of chairs so that she could begin scooping ice cream into bowls.

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|| The Ballad of Mona Lisa|| Panic! At the Disco ||




Since the vampires did not want the corpse of their friend back, that was all Ellen needed for this next experiment. After returning home to the Tower Society, Ellen Winter began her experiment. Could someone be turned from a vampire to a human? She didn't know that there was a boy named Jacob who carried the gene needed to reverse the vampires and turn them humans again. However, they had the perfect specimen waiting right here. "Do it, Lachesis. Bring her back, without any additional side effects." Baroness Lachesis gave Ellen an odd look. "That depends on the power of the one making the wish." The snake demon said with a half shrug of her shoulders. "Let's hope we don't have another Juria and Leo situation then." Ellen's smile was grim. Shiro told her not to do this, but for the sake of science, humanity needed to move forward.

Viola blinked a few times after the light faded away. She stared at her hands and wiggled them. She then looked around with a big expectant smile. "Ah! Riven, look! I'm..." Her smile faded and turned into something like disgust as Ellen and other scientists surrounded her, grabbing her limbs and locking them behind her. Viola bared her fangs, but she could not break free. "Riven won't let this happen! She'll find out and-" Ellen smiled, eyes cold as a knife made of ice. "They didn't want you back. I made the offer to save you, but the vampires didn't take it." Viola made a silly grin then, as if suddenly she wasn't scared. "Perfect! Then she knows I'm revived and she'll come for me." It didn't bother Ellen for Viola to believe that. Everyone needed a little hope, after all. "I'm going to turn you human again." Ellen Winter pressed a button and the flawless wall shut behind them. No escape.

Was Ellen a sadist? No, of course not. This was entirely for science. Her goal was not to hurt poor Viola - in fact, Ellen was quite empathetic to the girl. No one wanted or deserved to suffer and be tortured. But the fact of the matter was that if it was necessary, Ellen wasn't going to turn away from the path ahead.

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It was a strange recreational day.

Flo took the bracelet, happy with how it looked. It was simplistic and not anywhere near fancy, but it had Echo's heart in it. She could feel the feelings coming from it. "Um, I made this for you." Flo said, giving Echo a lump of cotton. "I tried to make a stuffed whale but I realized sewing is too hard for me right now." Flo was making very slow progress in improving her mobility. It was because therapy for these things was always during the day and in sunlight she was always stuck in her weak human form, unable to do much of anything. Wei was currently working on a night therapy plan for her, at least. "There's someone who wants to meet us soon."

Flo shuffled uncomfortably.

"Her name is, um, Sana Blackwood. Amelia's... Stallion's sister." The family circumstances were a bit complicated as well that Echo didn't really need to know yet. Would Echo be okay with this? Or would Flo have to do it alone? She was okay if she had to. "Wei told me she says she wants to know... more about Stallion's life here." Flo frowned, twiddling her fingers. "Apparently in the letters the two of us were her best friends before she died." Flo knew Echo didn't ever really like Stallion, but Flo had always enjoyed her company.

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|| The Death of a Bachelor || Panic! At the Disco ||




Echo was glad that Flourspar had finally arrived, that the two of them would finally get to see one another. She was glad that Flo liked the bracelet, as simple as it was, Echo had worked hard on it. "U-um yo-you d-did-didn't ha-have t-t-to." Echo insisted, taking the skewed piece of cotton. She placed it on her lap, uncertain what to make of it. It was clear that Flo was working hard though and Echo was glad for it. "I-I l-l-li-like i-it." She would put it with the rest of her stuffed animals on her bed. "E-eve-every-th-th-thing i-is ha-hard r-r-right n-no-now." Echo scratched her cheek, unable to meet Flo's eyes. She too, was working hard in therapy of course. Did Flo want to go back to fighting? Echo was not certain. Would they ever be allowed to fight again in the first place? It was hard to tell at this point.

Someone wanted to meet them? It was clear that the way Flo was shifting that this someone might not be the most agreeable. Echo shifted too, she did not do well with visits from strangers. The last one had ended up in her screaming and crying, hardly able to carry on with her day and needing to be sedated. Echo listened nonetheless, knowing that this visitor could very well be someone important. She was surprised to learn that Stallion had a sister. Echo had never really cared much for the wild horse, she had always been too loud for Echo's taste. Too big mouthed and rash, not to mention she had abused her demon, which was a no-no in Echo's book.

She took pause in Flo's next words, wondering if it could possibly be true. Did Stallion consider them friends? Or merely convienent allies? Echo would never know. "I-I d-don-don't kn-know i-if it-it's a g-g-g-goo-good ide-idea f-f-for me-me t-to me-meet he-her." The little blonde demon admitted, looking at her lap. "I-I do-don'-don't d-do w-wel-well wi-with str-strange-er-strangers." It would probably be for the best if Echo merely sat this one out, which she didn't mind of course. She knew that she was broken, she was well aware of her faults. At the very least, Echo was no longer in a constant state of near-hysteria. She was at last well enough to gather in group therapy with the same few faces everday.

"Whatchya two talkin' about?" Gem strolled over with a bowl of ice cream. "Probably planning their secret love meeting," Ashley smiled, having her own bowl. Echo's face did not so much as turn red at the accusation. Her and Flo? No! They were practically sisters! Mama Shiro had raised them both together! There was no way Echo could like her sister, that would be like-liking Melody or Doll. "Here you go girls, why not have some ice cream?" The nurse asked, placing a bowl on both of their laps. Echo stirred her's with a spoon, it wasn't exactly therapy, so she didn't have to eat it...