...And also these.

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N - Q Nami Natasha Romanoff Nelkeila Tarid Nux Nyssa al Ghul Octavia Blake One Peggy Carter Phèdre nó Delaunay de Montrève

R - U R. Daneel Olivaw Rapunzel Remy LeBeau Riku Robin Redbreast Rogue Santanico Pandemonium Shawn Hunter Stefan (Alesci) Salvatore Steve "Orion" Rogers Steven Quartz Universe Souji Seta Stiles Stilinski Syeira Tadashi Hamada Tekhetsio

V - Z Vash the Stampede Vima Sunrider Vision (The) Wanda Maximoff Wrath Yamanaka Ino

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[alwayscomeback]

[He nods sagely.]

The highest wisdom on all things flower related.

[notmutantbutmiracle]

[Wanda's eyes lock with Yosuke's, starring into his with a dull yet somehow penetrating vibe. It's the first sign Wanda's given of acknowledging Yosuke's presence in the room. She doesn't stop levitating the blocks though, she keeps them floating in midair.]

[After a moment, a small grin appears on Wanda's face. Does she recognize Yosuke? Or could it mean something else?]

[notmutantbutmiracle]

"Griffith..."

[She repeats the name. It carries no meaning for her, not like it clearly does for Ino. The hateful tone quite obvious.]

He was from Paradisa? Like you?

[notmutantbutmiracle]

[She accepts the packet of tissues from Shawn, turning slightly away from him to wipe the tears from her eyes. It was honestly a little odd, the emotions felt authentic, and yet they came from a source that was not. The memories were truly not her own, yet they seemed to illicit such a powerful response from her. She doesn't say anything at first, not until she feels satisfied that she's appropriately regained her composure.]

Why... why do you say that?

[notmutantbutmiracle]

[If the girl is feeling any kind of emotion at the moment, it is completely hidden from her face. She just stares blankly back at Shawn, her head cocked a little to the side.]

[After a moment, Shawn will notice that one of her small wooden blocks has floated over to him and is levitating in place before his face. It spins slowly, looking safe to touch. There is a faint, yet discernibly sympathetic smile on the girl's face.]

[lord_wizard]

Saints and powers...

[He follows the quiet oath with a hand scrubbed across his face. Everything about this is so wrong, but a thought occurs to him as he stares at numbers. Clearly, she hadn't had her magic then, or she might have at least attempted to use it. She told him she'd been given that power. Were the two things connected]

What was it? Some sort of war?

[notmutantbutmiracle]

[Wanda nods her head. She points to one of the pictures on her wall, it's the newspaper clipping--the photo of the six heroic looking figures. Following her finger, one might guess that she's pointing directly towards one of those figures in particular. A man with black hair, well trimmed facial hair, clad it what might look to Felix like a suit of armor--his chest and and arms completely covered by it, only his head exposed.]

[unfulfilledpotential]

[He grins, taking a better look around the orchard now.] Well, in that case...

You take really good care of 'em. [Shawn bounces of the edge of his toes, trying really hard not to look as excited as he feels.] What other places do you love?

[unfulfilledpotential]

I sure did.

[His smile only gets wider as he opens up the arm rest between them and fishes out a picture of him and his current girlfriend. There's no memory attached, just a desire to show Nami who he's talking about.]

See, after Jennifer and I broke up, I met Angela... and she was kind of the best thing that ever happened to me.

[onlyanapple]

He doesn't have to be. His bullshit permeates even not actually being here.

[resnipstance]

[She doesn't put together that they're two separate identities yet. Ahsoka doesn't know Stefan's life well enough, and there aren't enough context clues to the casual observer. But the part with the ring was...]

... Well. That was weird.

[onlyanapple]

[Crowley gives a very pointed HUFF. ]

I don't know what point you're trying to hammer home here, but I'm not hiding anything.

[birdsbirdsbirds]

[the buzzing doesn't bother the usual room's occupant either. maybe it's just as well that it doesn't really phase her, as there are other things which may be far more important.

apparently, the noise is not one of them. as she moves towards the journals, opens one up, the rustling quiets down, settles back into the silence that was first there when Mal showed up. maybe it was just a distraction, and since she didn't get distracted...

what does Mal find interesting? the journal itself is bound in leather, feels well-used. there are pages and pages of a squiggly vertical script that doesn't make much sense, though they look like quick notes of some kind. there are some pictures here and there, sketches of faces and places, some of them a little familiar...

oh, and the writing starts to make more sense the more she looks at it. one of the pictures towards the front looks like the inside of the Marsiva. one of the pictures at the back looks like the inside of the Iskaulit.

does she bother with it?]

[birdsbirdsbirds]

[he gets a big bright smile on his face, laughing.]

That's me! I remember you too. I don't normally look all small, though...

[birdsbirdsbirds]

[damn. she really is out of it, then.

if she's busy living in her dream, whatever that dream may be... he gives up trying to interact with her, instead creeping back towards the bed. all of those things on the shelf will have to be where he starts.

if he's got no complaints or opposition, he'll pick up the doll first.]

[birdsbirdsbirds]

[oh. well.

he continues holding the book even when the memory has ended, not entirely comprehending normal reality--but give him a moment, and he'll shut the tome, sliding it pointedly back onto the shelf.

it's certainly not the worst thing he's ever seen, but it has at least taken the smirk off of his face. as he starts eyeing other books on the shelf, he doesn't know which bothers him more--feeling the tragedy of the scene, or knowing that he has no idea what it's like. he's never felt sadness like that and had it returned by someone who wants him dead.

and, against his better judgement, he quickly picks up another book. red cover. he wants to see another one, maybe out of spite.]

[birdsbirdsbirds]

... [he glances, not very sneakily, at the door with the X taped on it. but when he looks back at her, then he looks nervous.]

Yeah, but... It's not good in there. You should, um... Talk to the other me before you try.

[birdsbirdsbirds]

[and the music concludes with nothing terrible happening, to boot! when he pokes the button again, however, nothing really happens. just a clicking noise as the arm fails to move.

but there's a further rustling from behind him, near the bed, and a voice--]

Hey, you gotta turn it over!

[there's a pale boy, with white hair and red eyes, crawling out from under the bed. he doesn't seem afraid of the strange plant-person who's appeared, and he's... not terribly frightening himself. he can't be much older than twelve, and he's walking towards the record player.]

[actsmagnificent]

Fancy that. [ Haruka picks it up. This doesn't look like any phone she's ever seen. It's just a...it's just a box with a screen. No keypad.

The nineties have struck.

Deciding it's not important enough to fiddle with, she keeps it in one hand as she looks back out to sea. ] It's a good view.

[birdsbirdsbirds]

Well, speaking is different than feeling, but...

[the boy bites on his lower lip, thinking... and he ends up giving up. he pats the desk twice.]

Nevermind, I guess it's stupid. Don't touch the crow feathers, he'll come out and peck at your feet.

[and with that, the boy pads back to the other side of the room. he climbs on top of the bed, though, pulling up some of the blankets around his legs.]

[birdsbirdsbirds]

[it pecks at the floor a couple more times before turning its head, twisting to fix one of its eyes on Felix. something about that eye looks kind of messed up, though; the color isn't quite right, some feathers are missing. it almost look like it got scratched and then healed funny.

but it quickly hops around in place, fixing Felix with the other eye instead. this eye looks just fine.

so... he has the bird's attention, for whatever that's worth.]

cw snake

[truthvalue]

[Souji races forward to catch Nanako as she's freed from Namatame's grasp, catching her in his arms before she tumbles to the ground. Namatame rights himself, head snapping up in a murderous glare to Wanda and Souji; the blue mist swirling around him darkens, thickens, partially obscuring Namatame behind it. He growls, menacing:]

Give ... her ... back! I'm ... I'm going ... to save her!

[Souji picks Nanako up and retreats behind one of the pillars surrounding the staircase, leaning her up against it and out of harm's way.]

Hang in there, Nanako.

[Then he quickly returns to Wanda's side, watching Namatame as the thick, dark fog churns faster and faster around the other man, parts breaking off and attaching to him.]

He's merging with the Shadows ...

[The fog darkens and spreads, blacking out all light, then suddenly disperses, revealing a transformed Namatame hovering in front of them - white robe, red wings, a large gear circling around his head.]

I'm going to save her ... don't interfere!

[Souji looks to Wanda, gives her a quick nod, then turns back to Namatame in his new form. Blue light circles around Souji, and he reaches up to crush the card hovering above him with his free hand.]

Persona!

[A giant talon-limbed woman with a large snake wrapped around her appears, and with a flick of her wrist, she brings down a great bolt of lightning on Namatame, then disappears again.]

[child_of_bhaal]

[It's a beautiful day. The forest is lush and green. The birds sing and the sun peeks through the canopy. Your walking casually back from most of the party, enjoying a moment of peace before it, inevitably, ends.

You feel a hand on your arm, large, warm, familiar. You pause, turning your head to give Anomen your attention.

"You see this flower I have picked?" He holds up a red wild flower, offering it to you with a smile. "Tis a rare find. A Crimson Rhodelia, I think."

He goes on, comparing you to the flower, ladling flattery at you. You smile back, weakly, and wonder what's wrong with you. Anomen is handsome, respectable, and is the only person to ever seriously pursue you romantically. But then again he's arrogant, spoiled, and has, on more than one occasion yelled at you for no actual reason. He does care for you, in his way, but it feels more like he wants you because standing by your side, he's not nearly so badly off.

Are you a thrill? An impulse? Just another way for him to thumb his nose at his father? It really doesn't matter, because even if you wanted to ignore all those possibilities, the fact remains that you've nothing to offer. Your past, present, and future are only death and chaos.

While you were lost in your thoughts, Anomen, as sensitive to your moods as ever, has tucked the flower into your hair, and is leaning in. Skillfully, you step back, before he can do what you think he was aiming for.

"A thoughtful gesture, Anomen. We should hurry up. We've fallen behind." You turn and walk quickly to catch up to the rest of the group. You wonder if he's getting the message. You may not want him, but you don't want to hurt him either.]

[birdsbirdsbirds]

[the boy looks... a little surprised that this man knows what he's talking about, even though he ends up shaking his head.]

Well, he's technically a person, too. He's not actually a crow, he just looks like one.

[he points to himself!] Like me, my name's Robin... But I'm not actually a robin. That would be silly.

[birdsbirdsbirds]

[oh, well. it isn't looking in a mirror, but it seems like they play the same kind of game. that smile starts turning into a grin...]

You'd be surprised. Trouble is basically Risk's equally-attractive twin.

Besides-- [he gestures at the shelf full of things in front of them.] In places like this, I've noticed that truths are either unfairly easy to come across, or hidden behind a puzzle or two anyway.