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...And also these.

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V - Z

Wrath

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[As Yosuke turns to face Wanda, the edges of his vision will blur and eventually go completely dark. A memory sparks, and he finds himself on a busy street. He appears to be standing in the middle of a market square. There are stands and tables all about, each one selling various items. Some appear to be selling produce and groceries, others are selling what clearly look like pirated DVDs, and other tables are selling crafts, bags, and even some jewelry and clothing.]

[At one such table is a familiar looking little girl, standing in front of a display of ribbons. She has long, brunette hair, and she appears to be wear a small red dress, dirtied from frequent wearing. The child looks like she hasn't bathed very recently, and her overall appearance is a little haggard. She's fixated on the ribbons in front of her. They are all vibrantly colored, arranged in a rainbow display. She is most keenly looking at a rather brilliant, crimson red ribbon. The stall manager has largely been ignoring her, dealing with some other customer. However, when he sees her standing there, he shoos her away, shouting something in Russian. It's hard to make it out the wording exactly, but you can tell it is definitely not a term of endearment.]

[The girl shuffles off, looking hurt. She keeps glancing back longingly at the table; however, you quickly lose sight of her in the crowd. As you are about to follow after her, quick movement catches out of the corner of your eye. The stall owner had turned away momentarily to pick up something underneath another table, and in that time a small, brown haired boy had darted past his table, snatching a ribbon.]

[He's gone before the shopkeeper even looks up. In the little boy's hand is the same crimson-red ribbon the girl had been staring at it so intently. Following a few paces, you're able to catch sight of the boy ducking down a nearby ally.]

[Peeking around the corner, you see the boy handing the little girl from earlier the ribbon. She looks at it, looks at him. A big smile spreading on her face. She wraps her arms around him, giving him a big hug. She says something, also in Russian. Somehow, you know the words... she said "Thank you brother."]

[The edges of your vision blur again, growing dim and then dark altogether. When you come to again, you're back in the cell from earlier. The older girl from before is still sitting in the same corner, levitating the wooden blocks. Looking at her again, it's easy to tell now who the little girl in the bazaar was.]

[ He most assuredly tries to go after the little girl when she shuffles off, but that blur certainly catches his eye, distracts him completely. It's fast, but he does notice that the ribbon is now gone, and he can't help but wonder...

Yep, that boy has it. He resists the urge to shout, following after him instead, into the alley and around the corner... And what he sees brings a smile to his face. Yeah, he would have done the same thing, honestly. "Thank you, brother." Oh, so... that's what's going on here--

He's back in the cell, and he looks at the ribbon in his hand again before putting it back down. That little girl, the brother... The other vision he saw, back in Wanda's room on the Starstruck... Pietro. It has to be.

He turns to Wanda again, sees her still happily levitating that block. He moves to her, sits in front of her. His eyes flick back and forth between her and the block, and after a moment of quiet, he finally speaks up again. ]

Hey... Wanda? You okay?

[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?]

[ He manages not to flinch under her stare, no matter how unsettling this might be right now. She's finally looking at him - that should be a good thing, right? Not that anything else has changed --

Up until she grins at him, and that's... well, he doesn't know. But he tries to smile in return. ]

Hey. ... What is this place? What're you doing here?

[ Worth a shot, right? ]

[She does not speak in response. Her smile disappears at his question, returning her to the blank sort of daze that Yosuke first found her in when he arrived. However, her attention appears to be fixed on a particular picture on the wall. It's of a strange, golden scepter with a blue jewel and blade at one end. Perhaps this photo will provide the answer?]

[ Perhaps it is... Only one way to find out.

He looks back at the picture, then to her -- the picture again, her again... Then he stands, makes his way over, and studies the picture from up close for a moment. He's hesitant, but he does reach to press his fingers to it, wondering if he's about to get another flash of something... ]

[Indeed, another flash of memory occurs when the new picture is touched. This time, you suddenly find yourself lying on your back, staring up at a bright fluorescent light on the ceiling. The cold metal of the operating table causes chills your back, causing the hairs on your neck to stand on edge. You try to move your limbs, but you quickly realized you are strapped down. No way to move, no means of escape, no room to struggle. You try to relax, but, as the sound of footsteps draw closer, a mounting sense of dread overtakes you.]

[You can't see the figure drawing close to you. His footsteps stop, you can tell whoever it is standing right next to you; yet, you still cannot see him. Then a voice, most likely the figures, echoes out from the darkness to your immediate right. The voice is low, a little raspy, the sound of a man in his early to mid 40s.]

Well, now... let us see if this one offers any potential.

[The sound of a machine whirling up by your head. It gets louder, the whirling faster. Then, suddenly a flash of blue light, and then blinding white. Pain. All you feel is pain. Everything in your body, your mind screams. It burns, every bit of you to your very core is stinging, blisteringly hot.]

[You try to open your mouth to scream, but you can't. Somehow, in all the pain, some small part of you is able to remember that you have been muzzled. Like an animal. That is the last thought that crosses your mind, before you give into the surge of white-hot pain and start to pass out.]

[As everything starts to fade to black, you hear the voice once more, now growing more distant, more numbed--like hearing someone on the other side of a glass wall.]

Promising... very promising... continue your tests doctor. And do not worry. Should the experiments fail... well, there are plenty of spares...

[ This is... definitely the most intense vision he's been through yet. He's on edge enough when he's suddenly on his back, then the fluorescent lights just remind him of hospitals and Astral Plane shenanigans, and when trying to move totally fails? Yeah, he's panicked. But he can't do anything. What the hell is this...?

That voice, those words, would set him twitching, if he could do anything other than just lie there and live out this vision. Memory. God, if this is a memory, it's not one anyone should have to have--

The pain is immense. He's pretty sure he's only surviving because that's how these things just work. Dammit, was this reality at one point? For her?

And his last thought before everything begins to fade away is only a continuous echo of, Why is this happening...? ]

[When Yosuke returns to the prison cell once more, the girl is again looking at him inquisitively. As if looking to study his reaction to this particular memory.]

[ He's pretty quick to study, really. His emotions are almost always morn right on his sleeve, and this is is certainly no exception.

He's horrified. For her. He hasn't looked her way yet, but it's easy to see his face all the same. He's wide-eyed, stunned, like he can't believe-- like was that really... ]

.... H-Holy hell...

[ It's all he manages for a long moment, and with a slow shake of his head, he finally turns his attention to the girl. To Wanda. ]

They ran a bunch of tests on you. Experiments.

[ Not like the experiments he was forced into on the Astral Plane - no, this was a different kind of gruesome. This wasn't by the hands of some Machine, this was done to her by other, real people. He closes what small distance there is between them in this tiny cell, sits on the floor in front of her. ]

... Why? Do you know? [ He hesitates... then adds, ] I'm sorry.

[ Not that "sorry" would do any good, but... he's said it anyway now. ]

[Wanda shakes her head.]

I volunteered.

[It is the first cohesive, verbal response that Yosuke has gotten from her. Yet, her behavior seems to show no other change largely from the way that Yosuke found her when he first arrived in this room. She still looks somewhat zoned out, like she's distracted by a far off thought. Yet, she is clearly talking and directing the majority of her attention at Yosuke now.]

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