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Prisca Hart

"The echoes of the past still resound in my heart."

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a character in “Kith and Kin”, as played by Ninja Bunny

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❝The lone flower stands, yet one day it will wilt.❞
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Priscilla Eve Hart

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The Martyr | The title of her spirit.
Prisca | Doesn't it sound so much better?

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She doesn't discriminate but doesn't seem to show much interest in romance.

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Hanabi Yasuraoka || Kuzu no Honkai




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❝Is that me?❞
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She is rather petite and small.

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Her weight is low for her height.

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A dark, mourning black.

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A steely heartless grey.

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A series of scars lining her wrist, a reminder of the choice she made. She also has a strange mark on her back of a rat's tail, seemingly made of light.


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Prisca Hart is an American girl with a small, mousy build. Her posture is terrible, her back is nearly always slumped, and the girl has much difficulty in looking others in the eye, especially when being spoken to. The girl is timid like a cat and this is obvious in her avoidant body language and the way she always leans away from others, or dodges their gaze. Otherwise, she is quite forgettable, her hair is nothing special, just cut short with a morose black color that only makes her appear even more meek. On a normal glance her eyes appear to be a pale blue but looking right at them would reveal the true stone grey hue of her irises.

In terms of curves, Prisca doesn't have much, her hips are narrow and her waist even more so. Her chest might be her only redeeming value, erring on the smaller side of average, but not horribly flat either. Upon a cursory glance it's common to think of her as cute, quiet, and hard to talk to, not having an approachable aura at all, unlike some other girls. Even her clothing doesn't help, preferring to robe herself in mostly black with bits of white to highlight the outfit, simple above-the-knee skirts and blouses.

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♙Inching out of the shell♙
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❥ Sweets | They enhance a drab life.
❥ Music | But don't make her sing.
❥ Essie | Her twin sister.
❥ Isolation | Easier than socializing.









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❝Escape back to safety❞
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⌦ Attention | Better to hide and disappear.
⌦ Guilt | She'll never escape.
⌦ Fighting | But if she has to...






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With the wind| Prisca enjoys standing with wind blowing around her.
Lip biting| It's a nervous tick of hers, really.
Humming| She is often humming tunes when alone.




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Spineless| You won't find anyone more timid than her.
Can't move on| Her actions and what they did, she'll never forget.
Emotional| It's easy for her to become overwhelmed and forget to think.
Hopeless| What hope is there once dead?




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Light Bearer| Has the power to predict her opponent's movements.
Spirit Weapon| Like all spirits, Prisca can manifest a weapon, hers being a fencing rapier.
Quick Learner| It doesn't take her long to learn things.
Aware| Prisca's hard to sneak around.




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Dogma| It justifies dangerous thoughts and enables humans doing terrible things.
Moving On| She doesn't want to reunite with Essie again, not after what she did.
Expectations| Prisca always finds a way to disappoint.

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♙Open the blinds and see♙
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And it took so long just to feel alright
Remember how to put back the light in my eyes
I wish I had missed the first time that we kissed
'Cause you broke all your promises
And now you're back
You don't get to get me back

And who do you think you are?
Runnin' 'round leaving scars
Collecting your jar of hearts
And tearing love apart
You're gonna catch a cold
From the ice inside your soul
So don't come back for me




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❝The burden I'll always bear❞
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The United States of America

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Jared Hart | Born 2099 | Died 2044 | Father
Harley Ray | Born 2104 | Died 2044 | Mother
Esme "Essie" Hart | Born 2128 | Died 2044 | Sister

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"The end of days has come, as foretold by the Book of Revelations!"

That was the mantra everyone in America was lambasted with ever since the light bearers were discovered. The Catholics used light bearers in America as proof of holy powers, turning even those that refused to believe. Resources were dwindling, and the Hart family, distantly related to the main branch of the Ray family, was one of those that were against the use of light bearers in war. As light bearers were forcibly discovered and then shipped off for experimentation and training, even young children, more and more people began to try to rebel. But those in power, they saw the merit of these powers, using abilities not even guns could keep up with. This kind of advantage, why not try to press it? Japan wasn't the only one dealing with tyranny, America's Shoku was a certain man known as Roger Cross, and he held control tightly, abolishing elections under threat of the light bearers under his control.

War was most definitely brewing on the horizon. And so the higher ups decided to instill martial law to keep it's civilians under control as a response to insurgent activity in which rebels tried to attack light bearing facilities. It was kind of world where twin sisters Prisca and Essie grew up in, a harsh, frightening, and dangerous world.

First was the household issues. Essie, she was always a stunningly beautiful over achiever, charming and friendly, there was no one who didn't love her. Her shadow was Prisca, a shy quiet meek girl that while was liked, was clearly nowhere near as confident as the radiant Essie. The two girls were incredibly close throughout their lives, pledging each other as the other's most important, and with justified reason, of course. Their parents often fought - Harley Ray wanted to move to Japan and take in the newly orphaned Damian, to fulfill their duty as members of Sanctum, but Jared was always against the idea of introducing their children to the shadow war between Prometheus and Sanctum. With all the fighting, Prisca and Essie had no choice but to cling to one another for solace in their troubled younger days.

"Our sisterly love will last as long as this plastic rose lives!"

When the girls hit high school, their homeroom teacher, Patricia Burns, was impressed by their natural abilities and offered them invitations to the library school club. Needless to say, this club had nothing to do with libraries and everything to do with the spread of newly banned prohibited information, trying to teach and promote free speech and the idea of a world without war. Both girls were happy to learn and exchange these banned books with the other members of the Library Club, they felt as if this was their hope in a dangerous world where one wrong word would send black vans to your house to take you away, never to be seen again. Naturally, Essie befriended one of the more well read boys in the club, Callum Riggs, smart, clever, and darkly humorous, Prisca had a bad idea about him from the start. Yet one could say it was true love at first sight for Callum and Essie.

Life at home escalated of course with the finding that father returned home one night smelling like another woman's perfume. Harley Ray, who could no longer deal with all the troubles, decided that he was a bad influence on the house and reported him for sympathizing with the rebels. Jared Hart was taken away, never to be seen by his daughters again. A clever way to make someone disappear. So when the delinquent Callum kept trying to get Essie involved in actual vigilantism, to join the Freedom Fighters even if either sister was a light bearer, Prisca was always worried. Essie would always go to the fights, to help free the captive light bearers, and Prisca always feared that eventually, Essie would be caught, and worse, killed. And no matter how many times the sisters argued, Essie had already fallen in love with Callum, it was too late to convince her to stay away. Learning from her mother's path, Prisca decided to make her own decision, and became the snitch, ratting him out to the officials.

Needless to say, things got worse from here. Under torture, Callum revealed all about the Freedom Fighters trying to retake America and make it a democracy again, as well as the Library Club at the high school. A list of names was made, and then black vans came to take everyone away. Parents were shot trying to protect their children, a certain Hime used her influence to break Callum out and have him escape to Europe safely, but no one else managed to get away. Everyone involved was gathered in a room, and one by one they were suffocated with bags over their heads. Essie looked to Prisca before her bag was delivered, and one word was mouthed. Traitor. And naturally, Prisca was spared at the very end, allowed to live because she served her patriotic duty well. Her reward was to be made an experiment, to become an artificial light bearer to continue serving her country.

Prisca became a Martyr then, the first successful American-made light bearer. And with her new ability, she herself was turned into a child soldier, to fight for the country that stole everything away. Worst of all, she wasn't even allowed to die, the scientists all made sure that she never had the chance to end it all. This wasn't a reward at all, but a punishment, for snitching out everyone. Oddly enough, this act cemented America as a major power to stand against the New Japan's might after Emperor Ira Shoku defeated the Freedom Fighters and the HIVE. The two became the centerpieces of the war, and entire cities were turned into ruin as light bearers clashed with light bearers. In the end, the Yui of prophecy did something, breaking out of Shoku's control and in that final battle, she rained death down into the entire world, reducing everything to nothingness.

As for Prisca? Well, she found a certain girl during the final battle, going as Nemesis, one of the strongest under Shoku's power.. Prisca didn't stand a chance, she was going to join the dead very soon, keeping only a childhood keepsake, a reminder of her dead sister, the plastic rose. She was terrified yet also eager for a chance to apologize, and maybe she would have gotten it too, at least, if it wasn't for a fragment of the Goddess finding her and binding her soul to the rose in preparation for a new conflict...

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Prisca Hart's Story

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❝Believe in yourself a little more.❞


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"I want... sleep," Emma murmured, her head lolling. A shock traveled up her spine, causing her to jolt upright. 30%, it was already getting hard to breathe although perhaps that was the claustrophobia of being tied down and connected to several thousand wires. "My predecessor was a bearer of darkness, artificial, the same, in a way, as I." Emma was hardly listening, it was hard to hear with a wire in one ear. Emma blinked once, twice, she wondered if the static across her eyes was because she was going to be electronic. "Why me? Why not Cyrus or Jonah?" She asked, attempting to swat a wire away from her mouth with a shake of her head. "Because you-"

"No! For real! Why did you chose me!" Emma shouted, thrashing. Ronan was quiet for a moment, a wire behind his eyes sparking. "Because you are the smallest, they will risk everything to rescue you." Ronan replied at last, "That's not true! Lise is the youngest!" But Lise was also the strongest. "You should have held the Senator's son hostage, that would have had a bigger impact, or-" but Ronan only shook his head. "You do not understand politics child, be quiet." There was a groan from somewhere within the walls. "It seems that they are attempting to break the chamber," Ronan turned towards the wall. Emma felt another plug, this one connecting in the back of her neck. She cried out in pain as the screen turned on, allowing Ronan to watch as they mobbed his body. Emma felt what tasted like blood trickle out of her mouth. "Hungry," she murmured, not having eaten breakfast.

"I just wanted to be a good cadet," one of her eyes had turned green, there was an endless scrawl of code. They were at forty five percent now, Emma was quickly fading but she was not allowed the mercy of falling into unconsciousness, "I wanted to kill rebels," she whispered, "for what they did to my family." Ronan ogled her, "but you are a rebel." Emma shook her head, "No, I'm not." His eyes blinked, refocusing. "Emma White, are you not the one responsible for the attack on the orphanage?" Her head jerked up. Ronan played back the video caught on a security camera behind Emma's left eye, allowing her to watch as the chaos ensued and little Emma was seen with a box of matches, disappearing. "That's not... that's not... it was a bomb! It came from the sky!" Her hands shook in terror, Emma couldn't have been the one to have killed all of those children.

"Correct," Emma's head jerked up. "I only wanted to observe human emotion," she sighed and leaned her head back. "Humans are curious creatures, what other emotions can you show me?"


"Wait!" Someone ran into the room, "you can't kill it like that! The android is made to resist all physical assault!" The scientist was panting, "the only way to take him down is with the back up program and only Pablo has the ability to do that."

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The glass was shattered by the metal bar, shards flying all over the place. Irina watched impassively, but before the robot itself could get destroyed scientists came to disrupt them, telling them that physical damage wouldn't be enough to stop them, only Pablo - or someone with similar levels of access were allowed to. "Haven't you heard of the laws of robotics?" Irina hissed coldly, kicking the scientist to the wall. "A robot is supposed to value human life, not do something idiotic like this." But even as the ice princess, she was just a random girl spouting words. Conductor Roz and Lise, however, had authority and power. "If Emma dies, that's blasphemy against the ELite Four." Lise said, holding out her ID Card. "And the military will stop funding you nerds, for letting this happen." Cyrus held out his card as well. "As the son of a Senator, I won't stand for this either." He added his weight to their words.

Pablo hadn't been sitting on his ass this whole time, naturally. He had given Nino perfect administrative access, and even if Nino acted as if she didn't care, little did Pablo know just how important this girl named Emma was to the rebellion. So Nino, with Pablo's hands-off advice, was able to extract a copy of the programming used to create Ronan. "if you add a few more lines of codes here, his personality will be restrained by whatever laws you decide." Nino advised, fingers clattering rapidly against the keyboard. "I know you wanted to maintain the integrity of the source code, but that's irresponsible. You have to chain up the robot's freedoms until it's only option is to serve without any loopholes."

According to Nino, free will was what allowed Project Ronan to go rogue like this. Pablo was torn, however, he didn't like the idea of binding it with programming. "I wanted it to be able to respect human rules without using force like that." He explained himself sadly. "I gifted it with free will, and look at how it repays us. They could have given it sentience but made it unable to do anything but direct orders, but Pablo felt pity for an existence like that, so soulless, so empty and lifeless. He bestowed the will to do as one pleased instead, without any constraints in the code - and for his kindness, he was kicked in the balls, punished for having a heart. "You're too nice." Nino muttered. "In science, you can't have a heart, isn't that what it means to serve L?" She remembered the deaths of all those innocents at Everett Island... she wouldn't stand for something like that again.

Just as promised though, it was now at fifty, the virus progression. With the source code saved, they could easily recreate a new Project Ronan, but this time forcing it to act only within the bounds of human rules and laws. The door flung open and Pablo raised his hands. "I'm sorry, my arms are tied, the Senate ordered me not to do anything." He was smiling though, glasses glinting with dangerous ferver. "But it'd be a shame if I forgot to log out and someone from the Rebellion went into my account and ran the deletion program without me noticing, wouldn't it?" It was no or never, all Nino had to do was run the executable and then Emma would be saved. Irina was pointing a gun at him, even if Roz an Lise were trying to fight the gun out so she didn't do anything drastic. "Since you're family, I'll overlook that threat, okay, Reisser?"

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❝Believe in yourself a little more.❞


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|| Stand By Me|| Florence and the Machine ||




55% it seemed that they were really risking it. Emma had gone numb, her throat hurt from where the wires were constricting her and she felt as though she were going to disappear into the wall of wires. Ronan suddenly grinned, it was calm and soft, almost gentle. "They are winning," he said softly. Emma too, smiled and laughed. "Of course," she choked, "they're my family." Her body went limp and if it were not for the wires constraining her she would have fallen. The wires slowly loosened, allowing Emma to crumple to the floor. "Light bearer, I almost envy you. Allowed to live in this world, to become anything you want so long as you keep that marking covered." He took a length of wire and wrapped it around Emma's hand to cover it up. No doubt the back door programming would take over any second. "I bet you have a family too. Pablo, he's your family isn't he? Aren't you hurting him?" Emma gasped weakly, looking up.

"Still awake? I'm surprised," Emma looked up. "If you let me go... I'll make sure that your family respects your wishes too," the wires were still attached to her head and neck, Emma was not out of the woods yet. Ronan considered this offer, they were already at 60%. Emma did not enjoy this sensation of being taken over by wires. "Ronan, in another world, I like to think we could have been friends," Ronan chortled. "That is impossible, you are a light bearer." Emma struggled to prop herself up. "When has that... ever stopped humans?" Ronan was silent for a moment. "Alright strange human, I will accept your offer. Your time is nearly up anyways." With a snap of his fingers the wires began to recede. With the disconnection, Emma's vision went blank and her body limp once more.


When Emma awoke she felt strange, almost tingly. She was being rushed somewhere on a stretcher. "I didn't do it," Pablo said, glancing at his screen. "Neither did I," Nina frowned. Had Emma somehow found a backdoor in the program? Had she convinced Ronan to free her? "I can review the tapes from inside of his head," Pablo spoke. Emma groaned and rolled onto her side. "Iri?" She croaked, her throat dry. "Irina?" Emma swallowed hard, there was a tingling underneath her nose, oxygen. "Lise?" Emma attempted to sit up, "don't move," she was warned. "Just lay down, we're taking you back to Capitol City to be seen by a Doctor."

"Irina... I won't go... without her." Captain Roz stood in the doorway, blocking their exit. Emma swallowed hard, feeling as though she was about to get berated. "Don't scare me like that again," he said, "when you return, you can expect your make up work won't be easy." Emma gave a slight nod, moaning in pain. "Yessir," she said, quickly falling back into unconsciousness.

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The Senate were like vultures, corrupt people like them, even Sam had to admit that they were even worse than L. It was easy to dismiss them as ineffective politicians and blame L for everything, but L's power was surprisingly limited despite being the President. "Oh, Sam, we want to take you in for questioning, you know." One of the Senators said, coming close to him. The crisis was being dealt with, but these rabble rousers obsessed with maintaining stability at the cost of freedoms, they were causing trouble. "Why did the robot pick your sister? We really need to do a screening check on both of them, since we don't trust our President to have done so." One of them laughed nastily as a result of that jeer. "It's clear how corrupt L is, favoring his family and his Elites, putting them above the law and the average citizen."

"Disgraceful." Orianna snapped, brushing their hands away from Sam. It was no surprise that the Elite Four and their affiliated were all protective of one another, and of L as well. If that counts as corruption, it'd be hard to argue against that, since the evidence was clear for anyone to see. "Emma White is the victim here, not anyone for you to be suspicious about. If Pablo finds anything strange in the reports, he'll of course let you know." Senator Dennings smiled like an insect cornering his prey. "I insist on being there in person to examine the report." These conniving paranoid old folks, afraid of having their people killed and kidnapped and sold by the Enryans again, were happy to stomp all over anyone else to maintain their power and superiority. It was a cycle of fear and hatred that controlled the world here.

And that was how Sam awakened to his light bearing gift, when everything was about to be ruined, when he was about to lose his place here, light was given to him, a means to fight and find a way out. Back in the house with Prisca and Miiko, it was time for them to speak candidly about what they needed to do now. They naturally waited for Miiko to wake up, but then they had their meeting. Aria was in another room, struggling with learning the common language. "Miiko, Roz gave us the rest of the week off, because of the SimulCrum scare." Prisca said quietly, looking to her, holding the bitter rabbit close to her. "Sam has an announcement."

The prince of the rebellion cleared his throat and spoke firmly. "Just this afternoon I realized I'm a light bearer... which means chances are, I'll have a Spirit waiting for me somewhere." He didn't even question it, he just knew he was destined to have a Spirit. "We're going to go on a cruise through the nearby islands to try and find it, using your incident as an excuse for some off time." He hooked his thumb to the other room where they could hear Aria and Yui fighting over words. "Aria will come with us, so Miiko, if there's any rumors or stories that might hint at a Summoner, make sure to let me know." They can't afford to let any stone remain untouched.

Prisca had to admit that she was curious about something though. "...What even is your power?" She asked her supposed big brother. "Is it strong?" It was evident that the Martyr was hoping for a demonstration.

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❝The fish in the tank is happy
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The two were back at Sam's house now, where they didn't have to act as Irina and Emma anymore, but as Prisca and Miiko, their real selves. It was a relief, putting on an act was tiring if there weren't breaks in between for the real identity to poke through. "Welcome back, Miiko." She said, patting her sister's head which was resting on her lap al snuggled in. Sam showe doff his power, revealing that he could change his appearance. "Suits a spy, doesn't it? Can you use it to hide your mark?" Sanaa and Kennan had gone back to Yavin already, the twins were taking care of their own things - Sanaa with Athena, and Kennan helping transport materials around the island to rebuild the boats, working with the construction people. How easy life would be if both she and Miiko could hide their marks.

"Read through the diary, okay?" Aria said, and then shut off the monitor after waving a goodbye to Yui. She blushed a little then and stared at the ground, grey pigtails bouncing with every step. "H-h-hello?" For someone who used to be so brash and confident in everything, the wind mage certainly was very unsure about herself here. "Hungry." She still didn't know enough of the common language to fit in, so they would have to be careful about who gets to see her and who doesn't. "Hey." Prisca managed. "She can mostly understand now, she just has trouble speaking." Sam said helpfully as dinner was served at the table for the four of them. It was a sort of chowder stew type dish with special looking bread you could dip into the broth. "No hard feelings... a-about, before? Wh-when I killed you?" Aria looked at her, then shook her head.

Sam gave her a light slap on the wrist for that, looking very much like a disciplinarian. "Use your words, not body language." He ordered and the ex-idol rolled her eyes dramatically, drumming her fingers against the table. "N-no hard feelings." She said, still unable to articulate much except for very basic sentences, or in repeating what someone else was saying. They both had lost so much, their entire families, almost everyone they loved - there was no reason to hold any grudge for being on opposite sides of the war, not now at least. Especially since they were allies now, working together on the side of the light. "Let's be friends, Aria." Aria was quiet but shook her hand. "Friends." She offered her hand to Miiko too, looking a tiny bit timid despite herself.

"A whole lot of politics." Prisca muttered unhappily. She recounted how Roz was willing to put his career in danger to save her, how Jonah and Cyrus were there to help break the glass, how the Senate was trying to shut down the server, how Nino and Pablo worked together to try and shut down Ronan, but somehow before they could finish he ended it first. Now was time for Miiko to tell them what happened on her end, of course. "If it's hard, you don't have to tell us right now." Aria looked bewildered, all of this probably went right over her head.

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Miiko listened, eating her stew and bread diligently. She was careful not to over eat, which was what she had used to do. Miiko was working on her weight, she wanted to be healthy and cute, not small and awkwardly pudgy. "I'm surprised they were willing to risk so much for a girl they hardly know," she swallowed and wiped her mouth on a napkin. "Especially considering we'll need to betray them in the end," that part was not something that Miiko was looking forward to, however it was a given that they would eventually need to double cross the group that was becoming a strange family. "Unless we can turn them all into rebels." Miiko leaned back in her seat. "Jonah I'm certain we can convince, it's Cyrus whose such a devoted ninny to his Father that it'd be like asking to cut off his own arm." This would all come in time, once they were certain that they could trust them.

"Your speech is getting better, that's good," Miiko smiled kindly at Aria, hoping to make her feel as though she fit right into their strange dynamic. "I guess it's my turn now to tell you all that happened," Miiko recounted what it was like. The strange wires that connected to her body, seeing numbers scrawl across her vision as though she were a machine, and promising Ronan that she would shut him down. "I didn't get to, but I have a feeling that Pablo won't be tampering with artificial intelligence for a little while." Miiko squirmed in her seat, feeling Sam's eyes on her when she mentioned Pablo. "He was probably so worried. I'm sure you all were," Miiko of course had omitted the painful parts like getting shocked every time she tried to drift off, or the unfathomable pain that had filled her body as the virus was downloading.

"Ronan was surprised that I was still awake at sixty percent, I think by then he expected that I wouldn't be able to speak." Sam brought out dessert, chocolate ice cream drizzled with something called peanut butter sauce. "They sure do have strange things here, but I like it." Miiko could only take a few bites, however, before she became pleasantly full. Miiko stood and stretched, "I was hoping to get another go at the SimulCrum, although the first time was kind of terrifying, especially after that whole thing with Ro-" Miiko stopped as though realizing something and turned to look at Aria. "Ronan... was your friend wasn't he? He kept mentioning someone named Shoku." Sam cleared plates and began washing dishes. "Oh, I should help!" She jumped up, feeling suddenly dizzy.

"But maybe I should take it slow," she sat back down, her head spinning. "I think nearly getting turned into a robot can make up for all of the missed classwork. Ahaha, Roz isn't going to be so happy," Sam had reentered the dining room to gather more plates. "Don't mind Roz, he acts tough but really he's a softy. Don't tell him I said that though," Sam winked, collecting Emma's bowl and spoon and taking it to the kitchen to be cleaned. "Ready?" Miiko asked Rose, "I think I can turn in a little early." Would Rose carry Miiko if she asked nicely? Miiko was too sore to walk.

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Jonah was a mystery, and Rose felt as if maybe he had a deeper story than he let on. Still, he didn't have family connections to the Republic or anything so there was a chance he wouldn't be too hard to convince. Cyrus would be more difficult, naturally. "...Cyrus was pretty angry at his father for trying to stop the shut down of Project Ronan." She grimaced, but it was probably in bad taste to directly bring it up to Aria who was doing her best to pretend she didn't notice that name being called. "I should have protected you, Miiko, I'm sorry, I'm a bad Spirit." Miiko was her responsibility and yet she failed. Aria shook her head, a pained smile etching her mien. "No hard feelings." She said, repeating what Priscsa had said earlier.

Aria got up and decided to help with the dishes. "Sleep." She said to Miiko with a roguish wink, one that people who knew her before would recognize. But since no one here was really her family, they only saw it as a part of her personality that they couldn't yet really get to know, not until she got more familiar with the language and could express themselves better. But no one could deny the big sister instinct Aria had as she patted Miiko's head and tapped Prisca's shoulder. "I'll carry you, let's get to bed, okay?" It wouldn't do for Miiko to push too hard. "We'll be hunting for Sam's Spirit for the next few days, it's gonna be busy." She bade goodnight to Sam and Aria and hoisted Miiko's familiar weight into her arms, heading to their room. She gently placed Miiko on her position on the bed. Rose too was prepared to get some well needed rest, and it wasn't long until she dissipated into light and returned to her home in the rose, carefully hidden inside the bitter rabbit.

There was a three way call going on, all on Pablo's private server, where no one could get in unless they had special permissions from him, as the admin. The other two speaking were Lise and Orianna, and all three of them had something very important to discuss. "Emma White is a light bearer." Pablo said, reporting in to Lise and Orianna. They couldn't bring this up in front of Sam - or perhaps, Pablo was too afraid to. "I know." Lise said with a flippant shrug. "I lifted her glove once when she was sleeping and saw." Everyone here knew Lise too was a light bearer. "She wouldn't admit it when I brought it up to her before." Orianna was quiet, pensive. "And there's no way Sam wouldn't know about this, he's too careful."

But then, what could this mean? "If we tell L, the Senate will find out, they'll force him to imprison her." Lise said hotly, cheeks flared. "Don't even think about reporting this, she's my friend! I promise, she isn't a danger to anyone!" No one could think the cute clumsy yet skilled girl could hurt a fly. "Irina probably knows too." Pablo added, almost as an after thought. "Why would Sam hide this from us? Does he not trust us?" No one was going to report anything, but that still begged the question... why didn't Sam trust them like they trusted him?

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"What does the situation look like?" Jace Miya inquired, standing behind Nino, carefully out of sight. "She's out of the woods, it seems that Miiko managed to worm her way out right in the nick of time." Jace breathed a sigh of relief, "that's my girl." He pat Nino's shoulder and closed her computer. "Now, there's something we need to discuss about your sister Orianna. It seems that since she discovered you're alive, she's sent out a brigade to hunt for you. L and the Senate both want you alive, naturally." Nino nodded, she had previously been an important pawn to them all, what with her natural skill for electronics; something that was hard to come by in this age. "I figured something like that would happen. Although I sort of hoped that they would believe Miiko and I had died in the boating incident." Nino grabbed hold of her wheels and headed towards the door. "Nino, you know what this means."

"Naturally," Nino responded, turning ever so calmly in the chair her butt was glued to. "It's a chance to convert Orianna," or at least capture and interrogate her, since Orianna was an essential pawn to L's chessboard. If they were to capture it, they would have a member of the Elite Four in their midst. Stella knocked, entering the room without so much as answer. Essie was waiting outside for her, naturally. "How is Miiko?" Stella asked, pretending to be casually cleaning up. "Well she's no longer in danger if that's what you mean, but I doubt it's for long considering Miiko has always been a bit of a big mouth." Jace replied, leading Stella out of the room towards where Athena had set up dinner for the group.

It was there that he broke the news that two of the their operatives had been in great danger, now they were out of that situation there were still going to be plenty more. "I can' take it! I need to find Miiko and bring her back, this was a mistake on your part." Stella would not allow Miiko to be taken and beaten up by the same men that had done it to her. Miiko was so young and innocent, they could do bad things to Stella all they wanted but they needed to leave Miiko alone! "Stella, Sam isn't going to let anything bad happen to Miiko." Jace assured her, grabbing her wrist, "come eat dinner. We need you here, what about Yui? You can't just abandon her," Yui wasn't her sister, but Stella did feel some sort of odd protectiveness over her.

"Fine," Yui looked up, her nose having been buried in one of the few books Jace had managed to get his hands on. "No fighting at the dinner table," Athena scolded, seeming weak today. She had hardly managed to get out of bed today, it was a wonder she was sitting at the table. "Athena, please don't push yourself," Jace begged, wrapping his arms around her waist and kissing her forehead.

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In the morning they had breakfast, but then they needed to go. There wasn't much time - there were so many possible places where Sam's destined Spirit could be hiding, so many places that they had to search if they wanted to find it. There wasn't much time, only four days before they had to report back, since Miiko had slept a whole day away and all. "Here we are, it's my boat." Sam said in an almost bashful way. Irina had already seen it, and they needed to play the part of their roles yet again. She was still carrying Emma, just in case she needed it. Pablo and Orianna were at the dock to see them off. Of course none of them knew about the reasons why they were sailing out.

"Good luck, Sammy boy." Pablo leaned in to give Sam a kiss, playful and flirtatious all over again. "I hope this cruise helps take your mind off of what happened." Pablo knelt down and patted Emma on the nose fondly. "And I hope you won't be afraid to try the SimulCrum again." Irina grinned, back to her peerless self again. She hoped that her taking the flawlessly haughty mask off for a moment down in the labs wasn't going to ruin the facade. "What are you doing here, don't you have cadets to train?" She mocked him teasingly. Orianna wasn't quite so flouncy, of course. "Take care, all three of you." She looked Sam in the eye, like an older sister of his. "Sam, you can tell me anything, I'll always be willing to listen, no matter what secret you're keeping." Sam gave her a hug, and Irina wondered how much of it was acted. "It makes me glad to know I have a friend like you." Luckily Aria had created an illusion, making herself invisible upon exiting the house so that Pablo and Orianna saw neither hide nor hair of her.

And now it was time to set sail! "You and Aria are Ornetian, right?" Irina asked and Sam nodded his confirmation. "Yes, because Ornet was once where the Japanese lived." Aria struggled to think of what to say for a few minutes. "N-never seen Ornet." She said stiffly, rubbing her knuckles. "Wonder how change it is." "Changed." Irina corrected her. "Changed it is." Aria blushed and then scowled, looking away. The four of them went to the control room where Sam would be inputting the autosail direction. "I heard a rumor, that there was some mysterious idol that Ornetians worship." She heard it during class one day, gossiping classmates, naturally. "Under an electric city."

At that Aria's eyes seemed to light up. "Akiba." She said, a word that meant nothing to anyone here. "Electric city." She said, trying to speak again, looking frustrated that no one knew what she was talking about. "Akihabara." Maybe if Irina had been a watcher of anime, she'd have known what it was, but she didn't. Sam however smiled at her and flicked her between the eyes, making her jump and then glare sourly. "Well, if you're familiar with Ornet too, if you know where to look, then I'll let you lead once we land." Sam looked to Irina and Miiko then. "Ornet is still Republic territory, so you two will have to keep the act up." Irina nodded. She knew that much at least.

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Miiko ate her sandwich diligently, consuming about a quarter before Sam declared that he had finished packing. "I did too!" She piped up, pointing to her pink duffel that contained what little belongings she had. "Piggy back ride?" Miiko asked when Rose crouched down. Miiko obediently got on, putting on the mask of Emma, the timid little mouse. They piled into Sam's car, including Aria who was invisible and rather hard to keep track of. "How far is the dock from here?" Sam revved the engine, putting the car into reverse. "Not that far, although I have a feeling Pablo is going to be there." Sam pulled into forward and turned, going down the narrow street that had become oddly familiar to Emma. "Why?" She tilted her head to the side in question, the hand that was normally covered by a glove wrapped up in bandages today.

By the time they reached the dock the road was already crammed with cars on their way to work. Emma rode on Irina's back, the trio approaching the ship from the side. Up on deck were Pablo and Orianna, one looking stern but happy, the other waving ecstatically to his boyfriend. Emma buried her face in Irina's shoulder when Pablo touched her nose. "I-I won't!" She said in an attempt to be brave. Orianna was rather cryptic with Sam, who needed and confirmed that there were no secrets. Emma was not aware that they knew her secret, Ronan had promised to keep it from them but the recording of what went on his mind was sent to Pablo, who had been able to review it and see that Emma was a light bearer. Perhaps he had some hope that Sam was unaware and was not keeping this secret from them?

By the time Sam had rounded up Pablo and Orianna and got them off the ship, the sun was high in the sky. They set sail, Aria at last allowed to remove her veil and step back into the world of existing. "Welcome back," Miiko said, sliding off of Rose's back once they were far enough from shore. "This is a nice boat, almost as nice as the North Star." Sam grinned, "I was given it by L for what he considers diplomatic missions, but I think he won't mind if I take it out for a spin for personal purposes." Miiko tapped her chin thoughtfully, "Won't the others become suspicious if you return with another orphan?" Miiko inquired, taking a seat in the Captain's chair. "No, because I told Pablo that I believe there are more of us out there. Which is why we're starting off in Ornet."

"Electric city?" Miiko looked between Rose and Aria, whom Sam and Miiko had walked in on in the lounge area of the ship. "Maybe that's what she's saying? That Akihabara, or whatever means Electric City?" Miiko sat down beside Aria, gazing up at her curiously. The two had never had any formal introduction, although Miiko didn't think that one was truly needed. "Well for now we can let loose," Miiko sighed and took out her bitter rabbit. "Yui has one of these too," she said, showing it to Aria. "I gaver her mine when I left Yavin."

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They were sailing out now, heading out to the seas. No doubt Orianna would go back to handling the community outreach program to help bring the government and the people together, that her was job whenever they weren't out fighting the war, and Pablo slipped into a submarine to go back to the science lab under the sea. The three - well, four, if you counted the invisible Aria - were well on their way out in the open ocean, headed to the west across the great Pacific blue sea, to reach Ornet, once known as the Land of the Rising Sun. "It's nice to be out of the Capitol City for a while." It was time to get an update on things going on, since Sam was connected with Nino's server back on Yavin.

"Sanaa and Kennan were sent to keep an eye on things in Aurum for now." Sam was giving them their update of things they needed to know. "I think Jace wants them to find their assigned Spirit." The two Vorkov twins were chasing rumors in Aurum of a Summoner up there, with luck, they would find it. Apparently it had something to do with angels, but it wasn't like Prisca knew much about it. "Stella, Essie, Gavin, and Callum are very strong on the missions they fight, and apparently Jace is planning a meeting with the leader of the Enryan Militia." Enrya, the island that warred with Capitol City many times in the past, with horrible atrocities being committed on both sides of the conflict. As they were talking about this, Aria and Miiko were talking about Yui, Aria was trying to swap stories of how the Immortal Girl was really just some little cute harmless thing that the world just wanted to hurt and break, no matter what they did.

Aria fumbled with her words, however. "C-could not beat Shoku." Her face twisted in pain and she rubbed at the mark on her hand. "Turned dark. Controlled." Aria, Nemesis, the Strongest of the light bearers of her time. The successor of her title in this time period was Stella, naturally, it'd be interesting to watch them at it. "Will not lose... t-to L." Her eyes seemed to flicker over a faint memory. "Someone. K. Bad. Maybe L same." She patted the bitter rabbit and then her eyes went wide, remembering something, someone. Her sister, she could feel a part of that girl inside of the rabbit. "Keep safe." She told Miiko, referring to the rabbit. Her sick little sister was connected to it, in some way.

Sam had poured drinks for them, some sort of fruit punch for the four of them, in fancy glasses with a lemon wedge on the top. Prisca thanked him for the glass and he continued the story, telling them about Athena's help and the recent battle protecting Contralto from an attempt to retake it. "How are Daisy and Jellyfish?" Sam's shoulders slackened then, just for a moment. "We don't know." He said simply. "They vanished one night, stole a boat, we have no idea where they could be." That... that wasn't good, that couldn't be good at all. "Jace thinks Stella knows something about it, but she isn't saying anything." Rose was quiet... then asked the forbidden question. "How is Essie?" Sam looked away, confirming her suspicions - Sam knew about Prisca's past, about her crime. "She isn't ready to forgive you yet, but she accepts that you're a member of the team." The prince of the rebellion said, almost kindly. "She's willing to work on the same side as you, so maybe one day, you two will be sisters again." Prisca nodded, rubbing at her eyes before tears could come, unable to say anything more.

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"Yui told us a little bit about it," Miiko agreed with a nod. She flinched when Aria touched her bitter rabbit because the rose was inside of it. "Of course I'll protect her!" Miiko gave the toy a good cuddle. "Her name is Lizzy," it was a general rule that if someone named something they would become attached to it. "Yui said that when you died, she become so full of grief that it all just exploded and well... she should probably be the one to tell you what comes next." The destruction of the world and the belief that Yui, the Immortal Girl was some sort of Goddess or deity to be revered and worshiped. At first, Miiko had believed that it was all just Newworlder mamba and whatnot, but now she could tell that their worship of Yui was rightful. Yui was incredibly powerful, the most powerful light bearer in existence with the ability to end the world.

Aria had been the most powerful while she was alive and in this generation it was Stella who was the strongest. Yui didn't want to be, she didn't want to believe that she could destroy worlds like that, end lives so easily with the flick of a switch. She had passed the mantle on, although the power resided inside of her should she ever need to access it. "I'm sure Yui misses you so much, don't give up learning the language! You'll see her soon!" Aria, unfortunately was a terribly recognizable light bearer, therefore using her to fight undercover would be nearly impossible. Would she want to continue to fight? "K? L? Um, doesn't K come after L in the alphabet? Maybe there's some relation!"

If they could prove it and expose L for what he truly was, would he be discharged from service? The senate would jump at it, but they wouldn't allow the senate to take over either. "It's going to be difficult proving it since all official documents o that period were wiped out." Miiko swung her legs on the bench, accepting a sparkling fruit punch from Sam. "Oh, don't cry! It's a good thing Rose!" Miiko placed her drink down on the table and threw her arms around her spirit. "Don't worry, if there's any forgiveness in her heart I'm sure she'll be able to recognize you as her sister one day." Miiko almost wished that Stella felt the same. Instead her sister had thrown a constant stream of insults. Of course there was no way to know that Stella was attempting to retrieve her.

"So how long until we get there?" Miiko asked, picking up her drink once more. "At the speed we're going, we won't be there before morning."[/color] Miiko's jaw dropped. "Morning! But that's so far away!" Miiko had been on a boat for longer, she was just impressed with how far they were going and at the rate they were moving.

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Remembering how Yui screamed before everything went dark, Aria flinched. She didn't want to think about the pain Yui must have felt, the immense light bursting out of her in that fateful moment, it was horrible. Of course there was only one possibility from what Miiko said, how else could the world have changed so much? Yui always was a mermaid, so that was it then, Yui destroyed the world and made a new one, and now the peace of this world was in danger again, and somehow, her sister, M, was involved. "L... my time." She tried to explain. "K... L, not same." Sam was done with the Rebellion update and Irina had quelled her emotions as best as she could. "Yui would have noticed if the Goddess's power was coming from L." Irina mumbled, thinking. "So he's not a Spirit, so he and L can't be the same."

Family relations, perhaps? Much of what happened in the past was destroyed in the Calamity, there was hardly anything left from that time now. "I feel like the Senate is more dangerous, they tried to let you die, Mimi." They were the ones arguing against going along with Ronan's demands, sacrificing the few for the many. "They're all enemies, if we kill one, the other will take over the Republic." Sam said, thinking hard and long about this. "They both block each other's power, but if we only deal with one side, then there won't be any balance and checks left in the government structure." Meaning there won't be anyone in Capitol City to stop L or the Senate from doing whatever they pleased with the might of the Republic. "We have to take them both out at the same time." That was Prisca's conclusion to the puzzle, easier said than done.

Well, since they had a long time until arriving in Ornet, why not do something a little bit silly? "Aria, let's fight, I want to see what you can do." They did fight once, but Yui had interrupted then. She wanted another go at it, both of them at full strength. A competitive glow was in Aria's scarlet eyes, she was ready. "Yes." She said, a fanged grin decorating her pretty face. And that was how the four of them gathered on the deck up top, cold sea wind brushing against them, ruffling their clothes. As long as Prisca could predict three moves ahead, there was no way she could lose in single combat! She got in position, her rapier in hand, and then she focused hard on Aria's movements, and it all went into her head. Aria was going to make herself invisible, and then try to attack her from behind!

Rose knew what to do, she knew how to win this. So she prepared a defensive position and waited, waited, waited until the perfect moment, Aria had made herself invisible but if you listened closely you could hear the wind shuffling as she flew to get a better vantage point. Finally there it was, the charging of air, and Prisca stabbed out - but then she felt an impact on the other side, sending her crashing to the floor of the deck. A dragon of air appeared in the sky and chomped down right in front of her, and Aria reappeared with a grin. "Knew was listen." She said, making the dragon disappear with a magnificent sparkling boom. "Made wind, hide sound. I win!" Okay, fine, but that was because Aria was the strongest for a reason. "You win." Prisca conceded.

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Miiko watched with a sense of amusement as Aria and Rose interacted, familiar because one had killed the other. "I don't think we should fight," but in the middle of the ocean, there was no one to hear them scream. "It's going to get cold out, you should put on your jacket." That's right, it was the middle of winter, Sam reminded Miiko. Miiko ran to her bag and tugged on her jacket, the four of them going to the top deck so that the two girls could fight. "Sam," Miiko said seriously, "if they discover that I'm a light bearer, act as though you didn't know. Whatever you do, don't reveal yourself." Miiko was serious, Sam was an essential operative within the Rebellion and if they lost him Miiko didn't know what she would do. "I'm afraid Ronan may have told them," he promised not to, but Miiko didn't now if robots were willing to act out of spite.

"Ah, I guess you lost," Miiko pat Rose's back comfortingly. "But at least you learned something out of it?" She gave a thumb's up to Aria, congratulating the winner. "It looks like after one hundred years, you've still got it." She giggled, growing rather bored of sitting on the ship. "Um, maybe we should go inside?" Miiko pointed to the rather large clouds forming above them, wondering if it had anything to do with the cold front. "Might snow," Sam murmured and Miiko grew excited. "I miss the snow!" Sam covered a few things on the deck and led them inside, steering them away from stormy seas. If they had to take a detour it would be a couple of extra hours until they reached Ornet, which was not what they wanted to happen.

"I'll start making dinner," Miiko wrinkled her nose. "I'll help!" She stripped off her jacket and skipped off into the galley with Sam to prepare the evening meal and give the two older girls a chance to reconnect and perhaps forgive as well as forget. Miiko on the other hand had nothing to recount and no battle that needed rematches. Therefore, she tied an apron around her waist and started on cutting up carrots. "What kind of plant does meat come from? I'm going to ask Mommy to plant it in her garden," she asked so innocently that Sam couldn't bring himself to tell her. "Um, they don't have it in Yavin, it's something that only grows on trees in Capitol City. Genetically engineered, you'd never be able to grow it there," Miiko frowned disappointingly. "I'll just tell them all about it!" She said instead.

The carrots were done, now Miiko was busily slicing up mushrooms and other vegetables for stir fry. "I've got the rice all ready," Sam said, placing it inside of the pan and beginning to fry all of the food up until the aroma filled the air and Miiko's stomach growled. "I can't wait to taste it!" She jumped down from the stool and placed her apron back inside of the drawer, assisting in portioning the rice onto four plates and carrying it to the table. "Dinner is served!"

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Miiko was expressing concerns, ones that were greatly troubling for everyone here as they sailed towards Ornet, towards what was hopefully Sam's destiny. "I don't think he did." Yes, she despised Ronan for what he did, but the fact was that a robot, able to lie, it didn't really make sense to her. "I don't think it would break it's promise, it's a robot." Aria was decisively quiet, not having much to say about the fact that her lover's name was used for this sort of thing. She was unhappy that his legacy in this world was to exist as a secret government soldier project, and that the world seemed to forget about the good things about him. How protective he was, how dedicated he was to his family, how he lost so much and never gave up on fighting for happiness, no matter how hard it got.

Aria loved him - even now, her heart was longing for the beat of his. But in this world, because she was made to survive by her sister, to act as Yui's Guardian, she had to live in a world without Ronan, she had to miss every part of Luna's life. "Thanks, Yurei." She murmured under her breath in Japanese, for hopefully giving little baby Luna a good life in Yavin after kidnapping her from Ornet. "Good fight, Aria, you're the strongest for a reason." Prisca was willing to concede, she wasn't a sore loser or anything. Aria smirked back at her, there was something about her, it was almost like there was an animal in Aria's soul that longed for battle and bloodshed. She was a warrior at heart, who lived for combat. Miiko and Sam went to make dinner so the two were discussed battle tactics and strategies, Rose and Aria both were seemingly obsessed with violence, and then dinner was announced.

Stir fry filled the air and Prisca was salivating, she didn't even realize how hungry she was until the smell of delicious food wafted over to her. Right now on Yavin there was a desperate manhunt for Jellyfish and Daisy, there was Jace suspecting that Varus had something to do with it, that he somehow captured them and was holding them hostage, the diplomatic situation on Yavin was very tense and any moment it could break out into another fight if the two brothers let it. "Yummy." Aria said, nodding as she cleaned off her plate. The Martyr finished her food as well. "Maybe you two should compete with Gavin for cooking?" Gavin was apparently the best cook for the Rebellion, but this stir fry was really delicious, and that was coming from someone that disliked vegetables.

When that was done, Sam turned on the transmission, it was time for the daily report. Both Varus and Jace were there, and everything was on the verge of blowing up. "Varus, if you really are planning on stealing my light bearers, I won't forgive you. You were once my brother, but Daisy and Jellyfish belong here." Varus shrugged his shoulders, a mocking laugh stirring up the air from the mahogany-clad pirate captain. "It has nothing to do with me, but you have to admit, the two of them going off on a sea adventure together, it's so epic, it captures the essence of youth!" Sam glared hard at the pirate captain. "Why did you bomb the Military Academy?" He asked, scowling, and Varus flapped his hand unconcernedly. "Oh, it was just a diversion, my real goal was to go for the Water Canyon." He grinned roguishly, a light flickering in his eyes. If it was madness or genius was for anyone to decide. "It's destabilized, so eventually a huge sandstorm will sweep up the city, and then we can go in and kill all the Capitalists! Victory at all costs, doesn't that sound great, brother?"

Aria seemed to mostly ignore all of that exchange. "Yui?" She asked, not seeing her on the screen.

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Yui stood on the edge of the wall, the wind whipping through her face and dress. She shivered, the cat paw print leggings Stella had brought for her upon her return from a mission were torn and stained with blood. "Stella!" Yui called, waving her arms, "Stella! Help!" Yui was stuck atop a crumbling building in the abandoned district. She had come out here with Stella and Essie to assist in the hunt for something that Yui didn't quite understand, but was certain was important. Supposedly there was a notebook out here, one similar to the one that Ally had kept her writings in for Yui. Yui had already begun to read the journal when she could stomach it and sobbed most every night because of what was written in there. The sadness often overcame her after reading an entry often made her tear up and she would need to leave to clear up her head.

That was why today she had come to assist Stella and Essie in finding the journal that Miiko had supposedly hidden out here. The only problem was that the landscape was dusted with snow and in their haste to find the book, Yui had slipped and fell, scraping her knees. She had lost track of the other two girls who had gone off in a hurry. "Help!" Yui squeaked, shivering. She refused to use her ability, the one that had made her a monster, Yui hadn't used it in nearly one hundred years and so she could not sense where the other two were. "Yui!" Stella called, having spotted her, she waved, beckoning Yui forward. "I'm tuck!" Yui called, gesturing around her. Stella disappeared and soon reappeared with Essie right behind her. She rescued Yui from her perch by jumping and grabbing onto the much smaller girl, then jumping back over the gap that Yui had nearly fallen into and to safety.

"Thanks," Yui brushed the snow off of her knees. "I'm sorry, I shouldn't have come, I'm not very useful." Stella shook her head, "No, I'm glad you came to keep us company, let's keep going." They stopped inside of what probably was once a house in Manhattan before it had become Yavin. A branch from the World Tree had split the house in two. "Wow," Yui gasped, recognizing where she was. "I was here once before," Stella paused, she had been checking underneath some rocks. "If I had that stupid summoning ability-" she started then paused. "You were here?" Yui nodded, rocking back and forth on her heels. "Only once before, I hid in this house and um, it's a long story." She shook her head, never mind that. "Let's keep looking," the timid mouse peered over dilapidated furniture that nature had begun to reclaim. The bed had sprouted flowers that blossomed in the middle of winter, chairs had collected moss and dirt.

Strange little animals skittered across shadows, their presence known only by the scratching their paws made against the old wooden floors. "Wow," Yui gasped, having happened upon something spectacular. Inside of a crevice was what appeared to be a jewel, bright and iridescent, nearly purple. "What is that?" Yui asked, reaching for it. "Don't touch that!" Stella screamed, she grabbed Yui and ran, the diamond flashing innocently across the house. A squirrel skittered by, cut in two. Yui screamed, burying her face in Stella's chest. The diamond exploded, its ability now gone. "We found those all over the island when we first arrived, or rather, my parents did. They thought they had deactivated most of them." Stella turned to face Essie, "if you ever encounter one of those diamonds, run to the left or right, they can only shoot straight."

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The Red Fleet had come yesterday and now a debate was going on in Jace and Athena's home about a great many things. Varus on one side, Jace on the other - for men who used to be as close as brothers, this certainly wasn't anything out of the ordinary now. The two were so radically different, of course they would get into fights like this. Fighting over the disappearance of Jellyfish and Daisy, fighting over the radical decision to bomb the Military Academy and become no better than a common terrorist, there were lots of points of contention. Essie was glad to not be involved, she didn't feel like being interrogated or anything. If they knew her role in the plot, hers and Stella's, it would certainly be unpleasant. As it was, she and Stella met up with Yui, the three of them on a mission.

Not a mission of any importance relating to the cause or anything, but a personal one for Stella's sake. "I used to live in this city before the Calamity." Essie said quietly, going over the memories. Callum had tried to approach her a few times, but what was once love was no longer there. How could it be, after so long, one hundred years in purgatory? The Star's fleeting feelings for him had faded away, he was nothing more than a fellow rebel, a fellow Spirit now. "I think it looks nicer like this, with all the water." She didn't blame Yui for wrecking the awful world that punished children just because they read banned material, not one bit. She kept her eyes peeled, not really sure what to look for. "Just be careful from now on, don't get yourself hurt, Yui, okay?"

Once Essie was radiant, able to shine brightly, but now she was a dulled star, hardened by what an abrupt ending her life had had. Callum escaped to Europe, promising to be back to save her, and then that little parasite Prisca was the one to sell everyone out in the first place. In her opinion, both of them had been in the wrong. Her whole body tensed when Yui touched the diamond, Essie was quick to summon one star to block Stella and Yui, just in case of any rebound. It was her job as a Spirit to protect her Caster, after all. "Duly noted, Stella." She desummoned the star and fell back into step with Stella and Yui. She wanted to discuss what Daisy and Jellyfish told them the night of the disappearance, but they couldn't go into it, not here with Yui.

Even now she wasn't sure if that had been the smartest idea. As someone native to Enrya, Jellyfish might have been useful to keep around for the upcoming meeting with the Enryan Militants, who contacted Jace not too long ago, seeking a plan to liberate the island from Republic occupation. "Oh, could that be it?" She summoned a star and stood on it rather than summon a second to make the rainbow beam, flying up to retrieve a small box from under a bed that looked like it could contain a journal. It was locked of course, by a latch that needed a key. "I can't open, but there's something inside."

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Stella shook her head, "I doubt that's it, she wouldn't have locked it in a box like that because she'd more then likely lose the key," Stella brushed her long red hair out of her face. "Besides, the paper we use isn't like the paper of old, getting it wet has no effect, she could have stored it beneath the lake for all I know." Stella didn't think that Miiko would have done that. "Take that box along, we'll see what's inside of it." Stella beckoned to Essie, Yui pondered the things that Essie had said. "I'm glad you don't blame me," she said quietly. "I didn't mean to," Yui hugged herself, her light bearing mark burned ever so slightly, but it had been doing that ever since she had stopped using her light bearing gifts. It was a sensation that Yui was used to, one that had become as much a part of her life as this new world.

"Um, it was nice before," Yui said rather unhelpfully, hoping to ease whatever pain Essie might have. "It was a big city, with lots of cars and people..." Yui trailed off, unsure what else to say. Of the whole of New York, New York City alone had been the sole survivor of the flooding Yui had accidentally brought on. "Let's keep moving," Stella said, "I think I know where she may have hidden it." Stella released Yui from her protective grip, having still held onto her. Yui followed along, bumbling behind so that she could keep up. "Um, not to pry, but why is it that you and Miiko had a falling out?" Yui asked and Stella glowered. "I don't know," she replied honestly. "Just in those five years, when I came back I suddenly couldn't stand to be around her. Her innocence and naivety, it drove me nuts."

Stella glanced back at Essie, wondering if her partner had similar thoughts and feelings about her own sister. "I want to reconnect with her, I think this could help." At least Stella was trying, she was putting in an effort by finding thsis tupid journal. "Truthfully this should have been the first place we looked," it was somewhere the two children had gone together often. "We would come out here looking for treasure, we talked about being treasure hunters, about travelling the world together, just the two of us, in search of lands unknown and jewels beyond our wildest dreams. That was around the time I learned about her kleptomania, although I certainly didn't help by encouraging it." Yui giggled, kleptomania was a funny word, one she had never heard before. Stella's brow twitched, although Yui wasn't sure why.

They went up an old staircase that led into an old building with a crumbling stone facade. "It's not much farther," Stella assured them. Yui was tired, she had not exercised like this for a very long time. "Just around the corner," at last they had reached the top floor. The windows were broken, but the glass had been swept out by both wind and time. In the corner was what looked to be a hovel of sorts, blocked off by sheets. "I have a feeling it's here," Yui followed behind Stella, who pushed the sheets aside to reveal a clubhouse and on the table, a notebook.

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At this very moment, it was a very good thing neither Stella or Essie were present at the strategy meeting. She didn't want to get caught up in Captain Varus's insanity. He had drawn his sword against Jace, his eyes burning with competitive fire, yelling something about how the better duelist should decide the next move, and then Jace refused to fight, because it was stupid and childish. Varus then claimed that they were brothers again because Jace had invited his fleet to this meeting - to which Jace replied that Varus was akin to a wild animal, and he was more useful muzzled and leashed than out allowed to do whatever he pleased. Naturally Varus laughed and beckoned for Jace to scratch behind his ears, it was a strange affair altogether and thankfully Essie wasn't there to deal with the human headache Varus was.

"It was corrupt before." Essie murmured, holding her hand out to give the box over to Stella for examination. It wasn't the journal, but it could still be something of importance that the scavengers still haven't uncovered just yet. She glanced at Yui with a quarter smile, her black hair swaying in the cold Yavinese wind. "Police monitoring your ever word, black vans coming to get you if even one thought wasn't in line with their philosophy." She shook her head, no, it wasn't just America with problems back then. "...I heard about things in Japan, it was awful there too, wasn't it?" And both sides, America and Japan, were more than happy to hunt down and prosecute light bearers, killing them. Shoku was a fan of public executions, while President Cross was more a fan of quiet snuffings where no one could see.

As for Prisca, well, Essie had no intention of forgiving her. Her sin was too deep to just forgive that easily. She would be okay with fighting alongside her, but that was as far as she was willing to have their relationship go. If Essie willingly let Prissie back into her life, her twin would only go back to her old patterns and be the incessant parasite she had always been, all over again. "If your plan works, it'd be easier to reconnect with having her here." Essie murmured as the three of them made their way to find their old childhood clubhouse, with a notebook right there waiting. Essie offered a smile to her Caster, pink dress flowing with every step. "It's good you found it, I hope what you're looking for is in there."

Naturally the Star noticed that Yui was tiring, so she conjured up a single star and made it larger, large and flat enough for someone to be able to ride on. "Here, Yui, we don't want you tiring yourself out." She lifted the Immortal Girl on and controlled the star to have it follow safely with minimal turbulence. She then sat herself down and yawned lazily. Maybe a part of her thought it'd be nice if Stella and Miiko's bond could be repaired. "Are we bringing it back, or do you want to read it here?" She asked her Caster, gazing curiously at the journal.

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"Oh, thank you Essie," Yui happily sat down on the star, relaxing her tired feet. She couldn't wait to go inside and warm up with a home cooked meal made by Gavin or Athena. Stella retrieved the journal and sat down, taking a break. "Yeah, I'd rather read it here so that we don't hav to listen to their ridiculous fighting," Stella replied, drawing in a deep breath. She flipped open to the first page, uncertain of what to expect. "I'm sorry," it was written over and over, dozens of times on multiple pages. In some places it was followed by words, such as waste of space, or I'm so stupid. Stella bit down on her lip, she wasn't sure what she had expected but this most certainly was not it. She did not tear up, however, Stella wished that she was able to give her sister a hug. Instead of being beside her, her sister was playing soldier somewhere in Capitol City with her own spirit and secret mission.

Stella closed her eyes and leaned her head back. "Miiko," she whispered, wishing that she could tell Miiko what she was thinking. Instad, however, Stella flipped to the first page with an actual entry. She held her breath, wondering if it would be more words of apology, or something a bit more telling.

Today is the first day I feel like myself again. I went down to the market place to help Mommy with an important errand, one that she said only I could do. Her hands are shaking badly again today and she and Daddy keep stealing glancing at each other over meals, speaking in that parent language I don't understand. I'm lonely. I want my sister, they've made a grave for her at the base of the tree but have no body to buy. She isn't dead, I keep trying to tell them, but no one will listen to me. Stella is still alive, my sister is out there, I have to find her. Today I went searching, I'm no good at fighting, but Stella told me that you don't have to be strong to win a fight. I hope she isn't mad at me, sometimes I think about how it should have been me and not her, because at least, if it was me who was taken, then they would never need to worry because I'm not smart, or special.

I don't have powers like Stella, which is why I have to be the one to save her. I went to the market to help Mommy, but I traded for the first time on my own. I remember what Daddy said, never pay full price, everything can be bargained. I bought rope and wood, I'm going to build myself a boat. I've collected pieces of metal too, although at some point I'll need a book to teach me how since Uncle Varus isn't allowed here anymore. Don't worry Stella, I'm coming to get you, it might take a while, but I'll find you.


Stella closed the journal, opened it again, then closed it. She stuffed it into her bag and paced the length of the room, a pit having formed in the bottom of her stomach. She tried to imagine her little sister, hardly eleven years old, writing these words. She tried to imagine her wearing that scarf on her head and that goofy grin, happily trading away whatever she owned for items she believed would help her on her journey.

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Instead of reading over Stella's shoulder, she did the respectable thing and looked away, allowing her mind to drift to different possibilities, to different ways everyone's lives could have gone. If things were just a tiny bit different she wouldn't even be alive right now, she'd be dead, of old age, hopefully after having lived a good, full life. Naturally that chance was stolen from her, but if she hadn't encouraged that poisonous clinging attitude Prissie had developed, if she had instead helped her meet and befriend others, maybe none of it would have happened. "I'm still not used to being alive yet." Esme admitted with a shrug, finding herself with Yui, because Stella was lost in the world of words that was the journal. "I heard from Stella that the Goddess that brought me back is someone important to you."

There wasn't much she knew about the Third World War, even having been alive in the time period. Yes, she died almost a year before the war itself was ended by Yui's own grief finally reaching a limit, but that didn't change the fact that that history was a part of her own history. While some saw it as a resource war, with dwindling oil, petrol, country leaders began to get desperate. Another common theory was that it was a war to decide who got to monopolize and control the light bearers and thus, rule the world using their strange and often, powerful abilities that no normal human could ever do. To this day Essie wasn't sure which of the two were correct, or if there were hidden reasons for the war that she still hadn't yet discovered. It was probably a mixture of all three.

In a different world, she could have ended up with Callum, the two of them becoming a nice, almost decent couple. And Prissie, she could almost definitely become an actress if she wanted. Though only when she was alone, Essie did spy some times when Pressie acted in front of a mirror, to try and make herself a stronger, braver person. If she could get over that shyness, then she would have found happiness in her life. "Yui, can you thank that girl for me?" Essie asked, because she had a feeling she herself couldn't reach the Goddess, but the Immortal Girl definitely could. "For letting me come back, to give me time to sort through my thoughts before I have to die again?" All in all, Essie was happy for the chance to help right the world, for a chance to make a difference, even if it meant she wasn't going to get to enjoy the peace, that didn't matter to her.

Finally Stella finished reading and Essie said nothing but patted her on the shoulder, careful not to upset her handbag where the star tiara was carefully hidden in a pouch. "We should start heading back before they get suspicious." The more suspicious the adults were, the more questions they'd ask. "They might yell at us for being lazy and neglecting our duties." Or worse, the adults might start wondering if they were involved in Jellyfish and Daisy's disappearance. She moved the star to let it hover next to her. "Are you okay to move, Stel?"

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Miiko had her hands wrapped around her knees, the sun slowly rising as they sailed in the opposite direction. She had fallen asleep peculiarly early and was now awake even earlier, the difference in times having thrown her off of her sleep schedule, or perhaps it was the fact that she was in a school with a schedule which they followed to a T, so accurate, that it was almost painful not to be on such a schedule. "Can't sleep?" Sam asked, sprawling on the sundeck beside her. It was cold, but Miiko could hardly feel it. "It's strange," Miiko admitted. "Living two lives, going to school, having friends. I've never had anything like that," Miiko said, taking the cup of tea that Sam had offered her. "It was the same for me," Miiko perked up, looking at him. "It was?" Sam nodded, "yes, it was."

"When I first started, I was an orphan. I had burn wounds, I had to pretend that I had amnesia for the longest time and that memories only returned in bits and pieces. Although that was the easiest part, I didn't want to remember." Sam admitted, scratching his cheek. "But now, it's easier I guess, after all this time." Miiko felt terrible of course, "So did they ever find out who bombed the orphanage?" Sam's expression darkened. "I dove into it once I had access, trying to figure it out." He whispered, "but it was unsolvable. The two sides blamed it on one another because they were both there, throwing bombs and making attacks," Miiko placed her hand on his knee. "Sam, if you ever need to talk to anyone about it, I'll listen." Sam smiled, "I appreciate it Miiko, I do, but it's still so hard." He swiped at his eyes to wipe away what could be tears.

"Sam, I'm serious." She said, knowing that he would probably avoid it. "It's okay," Sam shook his head and took a sip of his tea to clear his throat. "Emma White, what was she like?" Sam swiped his tears away once more and coughed once. "She was adorable, a shy little mouse that could only manage a squeak when she was in front of her family. When she went missing, it was like a light went out in the orphanage." Miiko froze, "she went missing before the fire?" Sam nodded, "her and Irina would often sit outside in the garden. Irina disappeared right after that, both of them were seen talking to a man, the local baker who would often come by to offer us leftovers, but he was found murdered two days before they disappeared." A chill went down her spine.

"And they never found her? Or Irina?" Sam shook his head, "I'm still working on it." He took out what appeared to be a notebook, similar to the ones that they used in Yavin, although these were mostly standard. "I've never been able to trace it." Miiko leaned her head on Sam's shoulder. "What was the real Irina like?" Sam laughed, "just like Rose."

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❝The fish in the tank is happy
Because it believes it's in an ocean❞


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|| Heart Afire || Defqpop, Strixi ||




On a boat, in the middle of nowhere. The nameless girl was confused, she looked around - and felt something strange wrapped around her, something that didn't make sense. She panicked and whimpered, she wasn't allowed to wear things, she would get in trouble, the Masters would - "Don't move, your injuries are still pretty bad." A girl with brilliant red hair was on the small dinghy next to her, rowing it in the middle of the ocean, no islands in sight. "You're safe now. Do you have a name? You can call me Stella, I'm of the Rebellion." The nameless girl was panicking, she tried to move - but then she felt the bandages and gauze nearly all over her body in crisscrossed lines. "I just said don't move, I know you're a kid, but you should at least know what I'm saying."

The nameless girl opened her mouth to speak but nothing came out. She wasn't mute, she was always able to scream before, but nothing at all came when she tried. The girl, Stella apparently, she sighed with a bit of frustration. "Great, a mutie. Look, just stay calm. The Republic, they're bound to find catch us if they find us, so we gotta be careful." Republic? But that didn't make sense, the nameless girl wasn't from Capitol City, from from Enrya. It was night, the sky was dark, nearly black, but they could be seen easily if they weren't careful enough. At this moment, Stella was about fifteen years old, and the nameless girl was quite a bit younger as well, her blue hair almost shimmering against the dim moonlight. "If you're wondering why I saved you, just look at that mark on your arm." Stella pointed and the nameless girl took the bait and stared.

Why, when did she become a light bearer? Why was there a glowing mark on her shoulder, a music note inside of a bubble, it didn't make sense. Her eyes went wide with even more confusion than before. "Trust me, you don't want to know what the Republics do to light bearers. Even worse, you're Enryan, they hate them." Yes, the nameless girl knew all about it, as an Enryan, she knew the cruel whims of the Capitalists as they walked around the city as if they owned it. The Enryan people were being cruelly oppressed, all because their ancestors fought a war in the past and almost won, before the Republic was even what it was. "I'm going to bring you to the Rebellion, we'll keep you safe there, okay? Oh, but, um, you need a name. Can you write your name?"

The nameless girl stared at her hands, at her reflection, then looked back at the red haired Stella, shaking her head, bewildered. She didn't, she didn't want that name, she wanted a different name, a new name. She didn't want to be her old self that was less than human, she wanted to be a new thing that had the right to be human. "Your hair is cute, so I'm gonna name you Jellyfish." Stella poked her fondly on the nose. "Just wait til I introduce you to my sister, you two'll get along great."

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❝Believe in yourself a little more.❞


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|| Stand By Me|| Florence and the Machine ||




"Once upon a time there was a boy who loved a girl and her laughter was a question he wanted to spend his whole life answering; The History of Love. Well that's just gross!" Gavin stood, dusted his pants off, pocketed his book, and set off into the jungle. Gavin was a boy of many things, but relations was not one. Raised by nature, he had no family to speak of, no questions or past to tie him down. He lived in a forest of dreams, free to make, do, or go wherever he pleased, whenever he pleased. However, with all this freedom came a burden of loneliness too great for a child to wear on their shoulders alone. He looked out the open window, an entire jungle spreading underneath his feet and felt breathless at the insignificance of his own existence. "The last few pages are missing, they're always missing." In a library chocked full of abandoned books, Gavin could scarcely find a novel left whole.

"My... home." One day, Gavin went to the door to call to the jungle and found that it was empty. The land around his beautiful territory had been razed of its trees, its dirt uprooted, something called a Republic setting up a base. Gavin spoke no language of their's, their unfamiliar words and mannerisms were fearsome. Every gesture could have been meant to hurt or maim. He had to protect himself first and foremost. "Hey! Hey! There's a kid here!" A woodsman called, pointing at Gavin with his ax. Gavin lifted the book nearest to him and lugged it at the woodsman's head. "Why you stupid little brat!" The boy did not wait to hear what other gibberish the man had to say, he ran off on his own, into the great green yonder of his home. He scattered books wherever he went, shimmied up tree trunks and used vines to propel himself from one place to next.

"Wow, look! It's a real life Tarzan!" A young, brilliant boy with glasses perched on his nose observed. Gavin had been cornered at the beach, the one place he had believed he would be safe. "Hey kid, what's your name?" They asked, they poked and prodded, but Gavin did not speak their language. They tied him up and sent him on a ship, the boy wearing a tag that spoke far more words than he could. Gavin, meaning 'uncertain.' Perhaps the most appropriate title they could have given him, ironically derived from books of King Arthur. "Don't worry, we're going to Capitol City, a place where you can be anything you want! Well, except a jungle boy." The one with glasses said, kneeling in front of the bars where the other boy was trapped. "My name is Pablo, we should be there in about a week, so sit tight." Gavin spent most of his time pacing, or finding comfort in the one book he had brought with him. "The kid can't speak, but he sure can read."

"Let me go!" Gavin would yell in gibberish. "Release me at once!" On day three their boat was stopped mid ocean, raided by a man and his motley crew of rebels. "There's a kid in here!" Jace Miya said to Varus, who scoffed. "Leave him for the fishes," Jace glared. "It's a kid Varus, he doesn't look like a Republic soldier," the others had abandoned ship, leaving the child alone in his prison. Jace opened the door and extended his hand, the boat quickly sinking. "Come on, I'll take you someplace where you'll never be caged again."

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❝The fish in the tank is happy
Because it believes it's in an ocean❞


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|| Heart Afire || Defqpop, Strixi ||




It seemed in the early morning, Miiko had accidentally brushed against the bitter rabbit, allowing Prisca to manifest once more. While she could get by by sleeping physically, for a Spirit, there was nothing quite like returning to her Summoner, because it allowed her energy stores to refuel, it gave her mind a way to process the events of the day. Their minds, these bodies, they weren't natural, so returning to the source made it so that their bodies adapted and updated in order to keep up with the daily grind. Otherwise a Spirit eating endless candy would never gain weight - their bodies would undergo that change in the Summoner and come out modified based on what they did that day. The same applied for muscle, or hair length, or anything, really.

And then she heard a sound, someone was crying. They should almost be at Ornet by now, but still, Prisca had to admit that she was curious, at least a little bit. So she crept to the other room of Sam's boat and heard Aria, she was very much awake, and she was crying, thinking she was all alone and had privacy to protect her pride. Not that Prisca could understand anything she was saying to herself, seeing that it was Japanese. "Ronan... Luna, M... I can't even say your name..." Aria choked and squeezed the pillow harder, slamming her fist against it. "It's so hard... why... why am I the only... th-the only one here...." She sniffed and tried to bury the tears but that only served to make it worse. "It sh-should've been... all of u-us... Y-Yui w-wanted the whole family, s-so please.... somehow.... come b-back to us..." Prisca had a feeling that she shouldn't be here, overhearing, so she returned to her room with Miiko and rested her head on her arms on the desk, listening calmly to the rocking of the sea.

When Sam had breakfast ready, tomato, lettuce, and tofu sandwiches, Aria's eyes were spotless, as if she hadn't been crying at all. "Morning." She said cheerily, waving her hand. "Almost Ornet! So close!" Was it excitement or dread brewing inside of her when it came to coming back home... only a home separated in time, with everyone she once knew dead and gone? "How was your sleep, Miiko?" Prisca asked, finishing her breakfast with a grin. "If Sam's Spirit is here, we both need to be on our best lookout so we can find it!" It wasn't like Prisca to act with such gusto but after finally getting rest in her Rose, she couldn't help this extra burst of energy.

On the horizon, inching ever closer, there it was, Ornet. It was Tokyo, it looked almost like what Tokyo would... except different. Overgrown, nature had taken over what was once human civilization, vines, moss, grass, was growing where it once hadn't been able to. Nature took back what was hers once again. For a moment Aria's grief was obvious in her eyes as she gazed upon her old home and how it was gone forever and Prisca could do nothing but hold her hand, because she felt that same pain, waking up in her home town of New York, drowned by the water almost everywhere you looked.