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[beautifulalias]

...Where.. [Somehow she finds herself before an open room, inside is a platform with a wide railing around it. Sitting on the platform is a giant, glowing crystal.]

Tyki.

[Why is she walking inside- bgeuef]

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[fuguepenance]

[He hits the platform while curled protectively around John. His hips screams in protest as his free hand- kjsdlk]

[beautifulalias]

[She screams out for him when he falls.

The first of a series of images that pass through Tyki's mind?

The weight of the drugs hung onto her mind with sharp claws that hurt. It was a wonder how she was even able to return to her hotel room without tripping and knocking herself out in a ditch. Her luck had been just that great tonight. Not even a moment after she arrived in her hotel room did she stumble and fall to her knees. Her mind was a wreck and tears rolled down her cheeks, soaking her eye patch. Her legs and arms felt heavy and boneless, still drugged, she thought

[fuguepenance]

[He's lot in the images shown through his mind. This was...what she had been through?]

[Through Lavi's mind a series of images weave through their insidious beat echoing.

He's the enemy, what kindness should we show him?

A quick death he thought as he tugged at the straps holding his wrists to the flat table. The bright lights made his head swim. His scars ached but that was nothing compared to the fire of his hip. They'd done something to it and he could see the skin was peeled back. His head was held imobile while the respirator kept him breathing.

He could smell the coppery tang of his own blood. One of the doctors picked up a tool and carefully began to scape the skin and muscle away from a spot on his hip bone. It was slow and torturous with the never ending sound weaving through his mind and shattering any thought before he could form it.

He couldn't even spit curses when they took a drill and carefully drilled into hole into it.

The marrow, let's see if this Noah's body has special cells still. Or if it was all a

[beautifulalias]

[Bile rises in her throat and instantly she throws up, her stomach churning away at whatever else she has left in her stomach. What had she just seen? The answer was there, next to her and it made her quiver.

She closed an eye and willed herself to keep her stomach in line. Opening it back up again she looked over at Tyki. Reaching out a hand to him she gingerly touched his shoulder.] Tyki...

[latenightmoon]

[Falling and hitting the platform wasn't what Allison had in mind today. She rolls upon impact, her hand slapping into the crystal to brace herself.

It had failed her and she couldn't understand why. The glittering shards of the pieces of Crowned clown shimmered like fading motes of light as she skidded, her feet unable to gain purchase. The power she'd gathered swung wide and she felt abandoned.

Tossed aside and given up for dead. She hadn't felt bitter about her path in life before, "I'm sorry."

Sorry for not being strong enough. Sorry for being a fool, sorry for so many things. The Akuma's massive claws tore her down, the agony from her already aching body increasing with the fresh injury. She hit the stone floor, and something bubbled up in her chest. Laughter, hysterical and hopelessly bitter. she can see it coming like last time, the yawning void of death she'd fallen into once before. It calls for her as the claws come down again and everything ends.]

[brambleroad]

[ feeling himself tugged to this place for inexplicable reasons, he expects the usual antics of this place. What he gets is so much more, and so much worse. The images that he sees makes him ache in in sympathy, in empathy, and he wants to reach out for her but-- he can't.

Someone was reading off his crimes. He didn't care to listen; most of them are bullshit anyway. He could hardly make out the words anyway-- his ears were ringing, his head was pounding. Breathing in until his lungs are full, exhaling until there's nothing left to exhale, rinse, repeat. And there's someone next to him. He knew this. He'd known this for a while, but he'd forgotten for just a minute

[latenightmoon]

[She remembers reading that file and stealing it from the Vatican records. It kept them from finding Tyki despite their searching. She forces herself to move, despite the ache of memory. Yet she can't reach him, she can't-

The sound of water, a river? No. Something from deep in her memory. It twisted and folded in on its self. There were hands around her neck, holding her there and squeezing the life out of her. If she let them continue she'd drown under this tranquil sea. She was afraid to open her eyes. Somehow she knew what she'd see

[brambleroad]

Alli-- [ his stomach churns and he nearly falls face first, barely managing to keep himself in the position he's already fallen to, on his hands and knees. He can't even finish his words to call out to her, and he's broken out in a cold sweat. How could that have happened to her...? He'd never imagined it being so awful for her; it makes his own problems feel minuscule.

"Faggot!"

He whirls around, trying to see which one of the said it. But each and every one of them, all six of them, it's as though they all have the same faces and the same voices.

"Am not!" he protests, and his protest is met with a kick to the stomach. He falls to his knees on the pavement, the impact scraping through his jeans and scratching the skin so it bleeds. He clutches his stomach as he looks up to his would be captors.

"My mom says your brother's just a disgusting, diseased faggot!" He struggles to look up, but another kick to the side has him reeling and fighting to stay up. "That makes you one too