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[code]A prayer for change[/code]
[sub][@Opposition][/sub]
[hider=La Devotee][youtube]https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=K8fri4QL57w[/youtube][/hider]

The chaos of the Reclaim washed over S'venia, and it's roar nearly toppled her as she stumbled into the side of one of the many buildings that lined the streets.  

 [i]Why didn't you try to help and- you were there, the people ne- you just ran, you FU- they neede-[/i]

[color=FFDAB9][b][i]"Shut up,"[/i][/b][/color] S'venia thought to herself as she shifted her weight onto the building.  She pulled her hands over her chest as she leaned to the side.  The events of yesterday still stymied the thoughts of doing her job today.  Expected at the clinic fifteen minutes ago S'venia had only made it halfway across the district.  The memories of yesterday still weighed on her mind.  She was close enough to hear the bomb go off, and her drone could see the people in need.  Yet she did not turn back nor did she rush to their aid.  She stood in her spot, mouth wide, as she watched the video feed come in.  She saw those who were injured, some critically, and she did nothing.  Why didn't she do something?  

Her eyes shifted to a store in front of her.  Her reflection stared back, though it was not very clear.  The thick grime of the reclaim air clung to the shop's old windows, placing a filter over the reflection that stared back.   Her shape was there, but something was dirty about what S'venia saw; it was someone she did not recognize.  Her lips trembled, while tears began to well in the corners of her eyes in the window.  She looked scared, afraid, and beaten down.  She finally had her first test to help the people, and she had failed.  

[i]You could have ran ba- when are you gonn- where was S'venia wh- you think you can le- [/i]

The thoughts came once again and washed over her yet she did not silence them again.  She listened.  In the window, she watched as her lips curled, and her tears came forth.  Who had taken her peace of mind?  Someone had attacked her city, her people, and had called her out.  They challenged her even.  S'venia felt a rage rise in her the more she stared into the mirror.  Whomever this terrorist was, they would need to pay.  

She slid her glasses off her forehead and over her eyes.  She unwrapped her computer and opened up a program.  The smell of the putrid Reclaim air fell over her as she did but she made no attempt to cover her nose nor hide from the fusty stench.  Typing quickly with her free hand, she had a message ready to be sent.[/center]  

[indent][color=FA8072]>>> 𝕃𝕠𝕒𝕕𝕚𝕟𝕘…[/color]
[color=FA8072]>>>[/color] [color=FA8072]𝕎𝕖𝕝𝕔𝕠𝕞𝕖 𝕥𝕠 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕕𝕖𝕒𝕝𝕖𝕣𝕤 𝕕𝕖𝕟, 𝕒𝕣𝕖 𝕨𝕖 𝕓𝕦𝕪𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕠𝕣 𝕤𝕖𝕝𝕝𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕥𝕠𝕕𝕒𝕪?[/color]
[color=008000]>>>[/color] [color=#9400D3]"𝕓𝕦𝕪𝕚𝕟𝕘”[/color]
[color=FA8072]>>>[/color] [color=FA8072]"𝕎𝕙𝕒𝕥 𝕒𝕣𝕖 𝕪𝕠𝕦 𝕓𝕦𝕪𝕚𝕟𝕘?”[/color]
[color=008000]>>>[/color] [color=#9400D3]“𝕀𝕟𝕗𝕠𝕣𝕞𝕒𝕥𝕚𝕠𝕟 𝕠𝕟 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕓𝕠𝕞𝕓𝕖𝕣 𝕗𝕣𝕠𝕞 𝕪𝕖𝕤𝕥𝕖𝕣𝕕𝕒𝕪”[/color]
[color=008000]>>>[/color] [color=008000]. . . .[/color]
[color=FA8072]>>>[/color] [color=FA8072]𝕋𝕙𝕖 𝕓𝕦𝕪 𝕠𝕣𝕕𝕖𝕣 𝕙𝕒𝕤 𝕓𝕖𝕖𝕟 𝕤𝕦𝕓𝕞𝕚𝕥𝕖𝕕.  𝕐𝕠𝕦𝕣 𝕤𝕖𝕝𝕝𝕖𝕣 𝕨𝕚𝕝𝕝 𝕓𝕖 𝕚𝕟 𝕔𝕠𝕟𝕥𝕒𝕔𝕥 𝕨𝕚𝕥𝕙𝕚𝕟 𝕥𝕙𝕣𝕖𝕖 𝕥𝕠 𝕗𝕚𝕧𝕖 𝕓𝕦𝕤𝕚𝕟𝕖𝕤𝕤 𝕕𝕒𝕪𝕤.  𝔸𝕟𝕪𝕥....[/color]
[color=008000]>>>[/color] [color=DC143C] CONNECTION CLOSED.[/color][/indent]


[center]With a tap of a button, S’venia closed the application.  She would need to trade a secret to get this one.  Her eyes drifted back to her reflection in the mirror.  She forced a smile, but it was one that was betrayed by her eyes.  They were pushed all the way open, and their gaze burrowed through the glasses.  "Whoever they are, The Truth shall set them free," she whispered.  Taking a deep breath S'venia closed her eyes before she exhaled slowly.  As she opened them once again, she removed her glasses.  The window stared back at her still, but she was back.  Honest smile, eyes that welcomed you in, and a sincere look that made S'venia approachable.  She closed her computer and used her free hand to wipe away the tears that had fallen.  She had a job to do, and she was late.

. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . 

After traversing the district, S’venia found herself at the clinic.  [color=FFDAB9][b][i]“This is S’venia once again coming to you live, currently at the Baolei clinic.  As you can see,”[/i][/b][/color] S’venia paused as she stretched her arm outward, the video followed as she did, [color=FFDAB9][b][i]“there are many here seeking help.”[/i][/b][/color]  She paused as she returned her arm to her side.  [color=FFDAB9][b][i]“I am going to see if I can get some interviews started with the monks and those who are receiving help, stay tuned! Let's head on in,”[/i][/b][/color] before turning on her heel to face the entrance.  The crowd was only growing, filled with the tired and desperate masses yearning for relief.  What relief was Dao offering?  

S’venia found the timing between the lack of Neurosynthase and the masses flocking here to be suspicious.  What relief could meditation and tea bring to someone's mind that is breaking apart at its core?  What relief were chants of kumbaya when the mind turned against the body? There was nothing that S’venia knew of that could cure what these poor souls faced besides the drug, outside the sweet embrace of death.  There was something going on here, and she wanted to see what this brand of [i]compassion[/i] could accomplish.  

S’venia took off at a slow pace towards the front of the clinic, before finding herself in front of a monk.  [color=FFDAB9][b][i]“Hi,”[/i][/b][/color] S’venia said as she flashed a smile and a wave, [color=FFDAB9][b][i]“S’venia Skor, press, with the South City Blues.”[/i][/b][/color]  S’venia paused as she grabbed her [i]press[/i] chip and extended it for the monk to check.  [color=FFDAB9][b][i]“The city is enamoured with the charitable work that you all are doing here! If it’s not too much trouble I was wondering if I could get a glimpse at the good being done here today?”[/i][/b][/color][/center]