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Dahlia Wyre

Look Mr. B! An angel~

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a character in “The Multiverse”, as played by PandoraKimblee

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+~[RAPTURE]~+

Audio Diary:" You are needed... To save Rapture."

"They've taken my baby! We tried to hide with her as far from our home as we could... Somehow, SOMEHOW! Th-they managed to find us... Darren keeps trying to hack into one of those security cameras so we might be able to see our Dahlia... To see where they could have taken her to, but it's no use. It's just no use... I've heard that many mothers had their children snatched, but why us? Why did we even move here? Oh Dahlia... if you ever find this... If you ever manage to break free, we're looking for you in Arcadia..."

Dahlia was taken just shy of her seventh birthday, her parents had taken refuge within Arcadia to avoid the snare of Ryan's men, but no one could escape them for long, not when your home was thousands of miles underneath the Atlantic ocean. Melissa and Darren Wyre where ripped from their only daughter and given no choice but to watch her be hauled away, kicking and screaming. Melissa cried, pleaded and begged as her husband tried to console her, but there was only so much a man could do when the barrel of a gun was pointed at their faces.

Audio Diary:"Conditioning complete"

"After taking the subject to where her parents bodies had been discovered, the addition to the 'Gatherer's' family seemed notably confused. She turned to ask her escort why she was brought there, and received no answer. This was a good response, the subject no longer recognized it's previous figures of parenthood, and showed no anguish at the sight of the bodies- having both consumed a considerable amount of poison, enough to leave their rotting bodies bloated and infested with what we presumed to be insects. They will be properly disposed of tomorrow and the Little Sister will be given her extractor to begin harvesting."

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Dahlia Wyre's Story

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Dahlia Wyre had followed the small cat like creature toward the entrance of the bar, but straying far from her usual haunts and out of the protection of Mr. Bubbles had never been advised, and often, frowned upon. Grimy dirt covered feet pattered on the floor as she sleuthed her way after the kitten in items of clothing. Until of course her attention was deterred by the shiny items of the bar, the yellow hazy glow that came from her eyes brightened a little as she looked around, pausing in her steps near a vacated table inside the establishment to take it all in, seemingly managing to let her eyes drift over the actual patrons in favour of gazing at the décor.

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Dahlia Wyre turned abruptly when she was disrupted by the entrance way being opened once again, none too sure herself what had caused it to do so… The smallest of frowns crinkled at the middle of her nose as her eyebrows knitted downward to gaze at the spot where the door had been opened, it’s process now coming to a slow stop in an ajar station. “Must have been an angel Mr. B….” Dahlia whispered to herself, the small mixture of different warped voices speaking at once gave that slight echo to everything she said, even though the small thrown together doll didn’t reply with much more than it’s head lolling to one side.

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Dahlia Wyre had quite the craving after that small little cat following adventure, settling her miniature item of this favoured ‘Mr.B’ under the crook of her arm, she began her wandering around. It seemed like the usual places that the masked freaks back home liked to frequent, what was different here? These people looked pretty normal, safe for their faces… They didn’t have masks on, no feathered attempt to steal away their identities, nor fancy suits of fine material. Dahlia was far from home to not be witnessing such images, though splicing had perhaps not managed to reach these people… That left her to wonder what other gatherers they had to work with them, if any? The small dirt covered child adjusted her apron front, looking around with her eyes gazing high.

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Dahlia Wyre was a little alarmed when glowing yellow eyes saw a man suddenly appear into existence, she had witnessed it before back at Arcadia. ‘Nut jobs’ who followed some stranger… being able to move themselves from one place to another without so much as a burst of flaming ashes and smoky crimson puffs. Splicing had apparently been popular here too, not as she had imagined. For curiosities sake, she just had to begin her venture over, stretching out a small appendage of digits to try and grasp for Koroi’s clothing that was nearest to her, and gave it a simple tug.

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Dahlia Wyre seemed rather proud when she had managed to gain the stranger’s attention, the glowing orbs within the darkness of material reminded her fondly of Mr. B, the way his vent lit up in that same ominous crimson shine when he became enraged, devoted into his task of looking over her… He would be so pissed right now to find that she had strayed from Arcadia into this, place… wherever it was. “Help me up please!” She asked of him, pointing to the seat next to him with her free arm, as the other made another adjustment to the hastily set together doll against her body.

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Dahlia Wyre turned her eyes to look back up at the other creature, slowly coming to a halt with her humming as she thought about it. “Well I can go where I like back home… why not here?” She asked, tilting her head to the side, setting the large white bow that was fashioned into her pony tail to turn slightly skew-wiff. “I don’t think Mr. Bubbles would like it at all! He couldn’t fit through the door…” Dahlia spoke fondly, glancing back at the wooden frame, if anything her gigantic metal protector would tear the very thing off it’s hinges to get inside after her.

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Dahlia Wyre did happen to jump when the ghastly over-excited use of force was used on the poor door, eyebrows twisting upward in an agitated fashion which usually meant that something was about to go wrong. Dahlia had to remember that this was no longer underneath the waves of the Atlantic ocean, these people where different from the ones she knew. Maybe that was the proper way of entering such a place? Glowing eyes stayed on the figure till he sat down, referring back up to the cloaked being that had helped her up to her own stool by him. “I dunno where he is… He should be here but he’s not…” Dahlia admitted sadly when the mere mention of the Big Daddy didn’t directly create his person.

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Dahlia Wyre turned her eyes back to the top of the bare counter when the reply from the man was slower than she had imagined, blackened fingertips tapped away at the cracks in the wood, leaning her face close to it to inspect the way the lines curved and strayed before coiling around into a particular knot. “Hnn… I’m thirsty.” Dahlia mumbled to herself when it seemed there was no one else to listen to her, lifting her head back up only when the man seemed to perk back into life. “Nuhuh… I guess going back to the cave might be best… but he was busy working! I don’t wanna bother him…” She informed the being, yellow glowing hue rolling back toward the bottles behind the bar, subconsciously drifting out her hands to grasp the small hand made doll back toward her stomach.

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Dahlia Wyre let her eyes drift to the clock hanging up on the wall, frowning slightly at the early hours displayed. He was right in a way, but perhaps wrong in so many others… “I guess… But I wanted some apple juice before leaving…” Dahlia commented, abandoning the small toy on the counter top in favour of turning on the bar stool she sat on, inching herself onto the very edge before hopping down onto the floor again. She stumbled a little on impact, her knees almost giving way and sending her face forward to kiss the floor, if her hands had not made sure that the connection stayed just a close call. Returning right way up, she began to quickly scuttle around to the side of the bar that held all the drinks.