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@Lord Santa he woke up in an apartment about a mile away from the new sun building. idk after that tho, you'll have to wait for raijin for more specifics.
also, does mac have a CS or is he just an NPC? i can't find anything in the chara tab.
also, does mac have a CS or is he just an NPC? i can't find anything in the chara tab.
alright, aya's finally made her way to the reformists, though they probably already have their hands full.
"Hello?" Aya called when she stumbled through the door of the Reformist HQ. She was practically dead on her feet as she pulled her suitcase behind her. Placing one clumsy foot in front of the other, she continued forward and called again in her weak voice, "Please, I need to talk to someone – it's… about the Underground Movement, and I… I don't have anywhere else to go."
Adrenaline finally out of her system, all Aya knew was how tired she was and how much her body ached, all covered in bruises. Her sluggish mind tried to recall exactly what it was she needed to tell the Reformists, but she knew there had to be something. It'd seemed so important… then again, maybe it wasn't that important after all. Wasn't it something about that psycho coming after them? Would that really be news? They already had dangerous people coming after them. Sebastian was likely just another name to add to the list.
The weight of her suitcase dragging behind her reminded Aya of the last part of her sentence – she didn't have anywhere to go. She'd done plenty of stupid things today, but if she'd actually stayed in her apartment after that ordeal, that would've made it to the top of the stupid list. She didn't have any school friends… couldn't risk putting her coworkers in danger by staying with them… and thus, she was here.
She swayed precariously as she stopped in the middle of the room.
"Please?" she asked in a small voice.
Adrenaline finally out of her system, all Aya knew was how tired she was and how much her body ached, all covered in bruises. Her sluggish mind tried to recall exactly what it was she needed to tell the Reformists, but she knew there had to be something. It'd seemed so important… then again, maybe it wasn't that important after all. Wasn't it something about that psycho coming after them? Would that really be news? They already had dangerous people coming after them. Sebastian was likely just another name to add to the list.
The weight of her suitcase dragging behind her reminded Aya of the last part of her sentence – she didn't have anywhere to go. She'd done plenty of stupid things today, but if she'd actually stayed in her apartment after that ordeal, that would've made it to the top of the stupid list. She didn't have any school friends… couldn't risk putting her coworkers in danger by staying with them… and thus, she was here.
She swayed precariously as she stopped in the middle of the room.
"Please?" she asked in a small voice.
Aya's fists clenched at her sides as Sebastian spoke. After he finished asking his questions, she was quiet for a long while, just staring at him.
Then she threw a punch, aimed at his face.
Her judo training meant she was more comfortable with grappling and throws, but she'd had enough practice at strikes to know how to hit hard, and hit fast. Not that it would actually do much in this realm, though. If it landed, Sebastian would feel the force of the blow, but there'd be no pain to accompany it, which made it slightly less satisfying.
"You do not know me," she hissed, voice shaking. Her fear was quickly hidden by anger and frustration. "You wouldn't be the first bastard I left here to rot." But even as she spoke, Aya knew he was right. From the moment she'd come back to see him, she knew what her choice would be. But… how many would die if she let him live? She'd be responsible for the deaths of countless people if she couldn't just kill this one.
Aya knew herself though, and as much as she wanted to, as frustrated as it made her, as horrible as he was… she couldn't bring herself to do it. She thought of the man she'd stranded here before, left for dead. She thought of Sebastian's laughter as he slaughtered for the pure joy of it. She thought of Cassandra, corrupted until he'd made her into his own little toy.
I'm not like you, she told herself. As just and righteous as it would be… Aya didn't want to be a killer. She had no doubt she'd come to regret this decision, but in this moment she wasn't strong enough to do what needed to be done.
"And for the record," she said, "I would never be a part of your team." Without another word, Aya grabbed the front of his shirt and snapped them both back to their bodies.
Sensations rushed back to her as she blinked open her eyes. Aya sat still for a moment before lowering her face into her hands. Honestly, what was she doing? How had all this happened? She cursed her own stupidity. Already she was second guessing her decision to let him live, and she'd been an idiot for not doing something to contain Sebastian back at the house when she had the chance. Heck, she could've even just kept his spirit stored away and returned him to his body later, after deciding on a more rational plan. And she'd left him with access to Cassandra to top it all off! Aya had tied the poor girl up and locked her away like she was some sort of animal…
Overwhelmed by her own mistakes, Aya felt a lump forming in her throat. She just wanted out of this… to go back to her life before all this pain and horror, and the only consequences she'd face for mistakes were a bad grade or an upset customer. But no, she couldn't just sit here feeling sorry for herself. Now that Sebastian was awake again, she was on the clock. She had to move, do something before he started up again, or came to find her. Allowing herself one last breath to try and steady herself, Aya pushed herself aching body up and boarded the next train going towards the Reformists' headquarters.
She was officially involved now, and she had a few things they needed to hear.
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Then she threw a punch, aimed at his face.
Her judo training meant she was more comfortable with grappling and throws, but she'd had enough practice at strikes to know how to hit hard, and hit fast. Not that it would actually do much in this realm, though. If it landed, Sebastian would feel the force of the blow, but there'd be no pain to accompany it, which made it slightly less satisfying.
"You do not know me," she hissed, voice shaking. Her fear was quickly hidden by anger and frustration. "You wouldn't be the first bastard I left here to rot." But even as she spoke, Aya knew he was right. From the moment she'd come back to see him, she knew what her choice would be. But… how many would die if she let him live? She'd be responsible for the deaths of countless people if she couldn't just kill this one.
Aya knew herself though, and as much as she wanted to, as frustrated as it made her, as horrible as he was… she couldn't bring herself to do it. She thought of the man she'd stranded here before, left for dead. She thought of Sebastian's laughter as he slaughtered for the pure joy of it. She thought of Cassandra, corrupted until he'd made her into his own little toy.
I'm not like you, she told herself. As just and righteous as it would be… Aya didn't want to be a killer. She had no doubt she'd come to regret this decision, but in this moment she wasn't strong enough to do what needed to be done.
"And for the record," she said, "I would never be a part of your team." Without another word, Aya grabbed the front of his shirt and snapped them both back to their bodies.
Sensations rushed back to her as she blinked open her eyes. Aya sat still for a moment before lowering her face into her hands. Honestly, what was she doing? How had all this happened? She cursed her own stupidity. Already she was second guessing her decision to let him live, and she'd been an idiot for not doing something to contain Sebastian back at the house when she had the chance. Heck, she could've even just kept his spirit stored away and returned him to his body later, after deciding on a more rational plan. And she'd left him with access to Cassandra to top it all off! Aya had tied the poor girl up and locked her away like she was some sort of animal…
Overwhelmed by her own mistakes, Aya felt a lump forming in her throat. She just wanted out of this… to go back to her life before all this pain and horror, and the only consequences she'd face for mistakes were a bad grade or an upset customer. But no, she couldn't just sit here feeling sorry for herself. Now that Sebastian was awake again, she was on the clock. She had to move, do something before he started up again, or came to find her. Allowing herself one last breath to try and steady herself, Aya pushed herself aching body up and boarded the next train going towards the Reformists' headquarters.
She was officially involved now, and she had a few things they needed to hear.
@Raijinslayer
is the location of the reformists' base common knowledge?
jesus christ
@RoflsMazoy lol she still doesn't have the greatest command over it, so it's possible. though, her control issues aren't so much 'jumping over on accident' as they are 'not jumping when she's supposed to' due to hiding them for so long and the trauma with killing a dude. see her first interaction with sebastian for reference where she was planning on throwing him to the other side the moment they touched but hesitated and he got the drop on her instead.
i guess it follows the same thread of 'not doing a certain thing at appropriate times,' so what the heck. yeah. it's completely possible.
i guess it follows the same thread of 'not doing a certain thing at appropriate times,' so what the heck. yeah. it's completely possible.
@Raijinslayer that… is a very good question. for the sake of propriety, let's just say clothes on. i mean, it's you spirit and not your body, so visuals are interpretive, right? so maybe just the way you last saw yourself, hence clothes.
i should say though, that while aya has to touch skin to bring you to the spiritual side, she can be touching any part of your spirit to bring you back to your body – clothes included.
i should say though, that while aya has to touch skin to bring you to the spiritual side, she can be touching any part of your spirit to bring you back to your body – clothes included.
Aya's body fell limp the moment the acid left her system, and nearly passed out from relief. She barely noticed as she was carefully let down onto the sofa. Her body ached and she was so tired… Sebastian's voice drifted through her muddled thoughts as he gave his next orders. So this man was intending to keep her at his side. What was it he'd said he'd done? Employed her? Dread filled the hollow pit in her stomach at the thought of being near him any more.
Sebastian offered to take her up to her room and all Aya could think was how terribly she didn't want him in her home. Mustering up whatever strength she had left, she pushed herself up to her feet with sluggish, heavy movements. She almost collapsed immediately, but somehow managed to stay up. Eyes downcast, she walked towards the door as he had directed, drawing nearer to Sebastian and Cassandra.
As soon as she was close enough, her hands darted out, grabbing the bare skin on his wrist and her neck, snapping the three of them into the astral plane. She only paused long enough to lock eyes with Sebastian and glare at him. Then she released them both and snapped back into her body, leaving them trapped there.
This time she really did collapse to the floor.
She sat there, next to the two empty bodies. They were still on their feet, but they'd be easy enough to move around in this state. Finally given a chance to compose herself, Aya wiped at the tear tracks on her face and tried to breathe deeply, calming herself. She was safe now. She could deal with this.
Eventually Aya climbed back to her feet and walked into the kitchen to grab the duct tape. Walking back into the living room, she went through the process of taping together Cassandra's hands. Carrying the girl was an… experience. She was light and Aya would usually be strong enough for this, but given the circumstances… it was a struggle to say the least. But then finally the girl was locked in a closet with her feet bound as well. Aya had spared a moment to look down at the once-innocent girl sadly. But eventually, she had to close the door, placing a chair in front of it.
Then she turned to Sebastian. To be perfectly honest, Aya didn't want to do anything with him. She never wanted to touch him again. When he woke up – if Aya ever let him wake up - then nothing she did to slow him down would have any affect. He'd just get pissed and murder more innocents, no doubt. What had she been thinking, calling the police? They wouldn't be able to contain him. The only people who had been were working for the Underground Movement. From what Aya had learned about them, she didn't want anything to do with them either.
So… what? She'd leave him like this? Let him wander around the astral plane until his body gave out? The enraged face of the last person she'd done that to flashed in her mind and Aya gave a shudder. She had to decide what to do about him, but… she'd do it later. When she was at a safe distance away from him.
And thus, she did nothing to his body. Well, almost nothing. Looking up at his relaxed, sleep-like face, she scrunched her eyebrows. He was a handsome thing, to be sure. Almost dream-like, when he wanted to be. But then she thought of the carnage he'd reveled in, and how happily he'd tortured her. Raising a finger, Aya gave a light push on his shoulder and he toppled to the ground.
This petty act of revenge behind her, she walked out the door and made her way up to her room. She packed a single suitcase, grabbing her money, clothes, and other personal belongings, leaving whatever she didn't need.
Twenty minutes later and a mile away, she sat down on a bench in the metro station. Aya took a deep breath to steady herself. She still wasn't sure exactly what she was going to do, but… well, it was now or never, she supposed. Closing her eyes, she jumped back to the astral plane.
Finding Cassandra, Aya grabbed her before she could react and brought her back to her body, immediately jumping back after to face Sebastian alone. She didn't know what Cassandra would do now… whether or not she'd seek down Aya or go her own way. Lord knew the girl's life was changed forever now. No matter what though, it'd take some work to get out of that closet Aya'd left her in, so at least that bought her some time.
No blood here, she thought to herself as she stared at Sebastian. No pain, either. Nothing he can do to me.
And yet she was still terrified.
@Raijinslayer
Sebastian offered to take her up to her room and all Aya could think was how terribly she didn't want him in her home. Mustering up whatever strength she had left, she pushed herself up to her feet with sluggish, heavy movements. She almost collapsed immediately, but somehow managed to stay up. Eyes downcast, she walked towards the door as he had directed, drawing nearer to Sebastian and Cassandra.
As soon as she was close enough, her hands darted out, grabbing the bare skin on his wrist and her neck, snapping the three of them into the astral plane. She only paused long enough to lock eyes with Sebastian and glare at him. Then she released them both and snapped back into her body, leaving them trapped there.
This time she really did collapse to the floor.
She sat there, next to the two empty bodies. They were still on their feet, but they'd be easy enough to move around in this state. Finally given a chance to compose herself, Aya wiped at the tear tracks on her face and tried to breathe deeply, calming herself. She was safe now. She could deal with this.
Eventually Aya climbed back to her feet and walked into the kitchen to grab the duct tape. Walking back into the living room, she went through the process of taping together Cassandra's hands. Carrying the girl was an… experience. She was light and Aya would usually be strong enough for this, but given the circumstances… it was a struggle to say the least. But then finally the girl was locked in a closet with her feet bound as well. Aya had spared a moment to look down at the once-innocent girl sadly. But eventually, she had to close the door, placing a chair in front of it.
Then she turned to Sebastian. To be perfectly honest, Aya didn't want to do anything with him. She never wanted to touch him again. When he woke up – if Aya ever let him wake up - then nothing she did to slow him down would have any affect. He'd just get pissed and murder more innocents, no doubt. What had she been thinking, calling the police? They wouldn't be able to contain him. The only people who had been were working for the Underground Movement. From what Aya had learned about them, she didn't want anything to do with them either.
So… what? She'd leave him like this? Let him wander around the astral plane until his body gave out? The enraged face of the last person she'd done that to flashed in her mind and Aya gave a shudder. She had to decide what to do about him, but… she'd do it later. When she was at a safe distance away from him.
And thus, she did nothing to his body. Well, almost nothing. Looking up at his relaxed, sleep-like face, she scrunched her eyebrows. He was a handsome thing, to be sure. Almost dream-like, when he wanted to be. But then she thought of the carnage he'd reveled in, and how happily he'd tortured her. Raising a finger, Aya gave a light push on his shoulder and he toppled to the ground.
This petty act of revenge behind her, she walked out the door and made her way up to her room. She packed a single suitcase, grabbing her money, clothes, and other personal belongings, leaving whatever she didn't need.
Twenty minutes later and a mile away, she sat down on a bench in the metro station. Aya took a deep breath to steady herself. She still wasn't sure exactly what she was going to do, but… well, it was now or never, she supposed. Closing her eyes, she jumped back to the astral plane.
Finding Cassandra, Aya grabbed her before she could react and brought her back to her body, immediately jumping back after to face Sebastian alone. She didn't know what Cassandra would do now… whether or not she'd seek down Aya or go her own way. Lord knew the girl's life was changed forever now. No matter what though, it'd take some work to get out of that closet Aya'd left her in, so at least that bought her some time.
No blood here, she thought to herself as she stared at Sebastian. No pain, either. Nothing he can do to me.
And yet she was still terrified.
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