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(OOC: not to be RP'd to; this takes place in Tucker's head; it is from the Sue's POV)
Gin smiled. Even if she wasn't entirely human, she refused to be evil like her father wanted. She used her powers for good, and what could be better than freeing people from the evil power of her father? She'd even met other girls who felt the same she did, and followed them on their way to free the general populous from evil.
And as soon as she'd seen him, she'd known that this boy was deeply, deeply under the power of evil and needed her help. Desperately.
And, because she was her father's daughter, she had the power to enter his mind. Of course, that mean girl all in black had to keep her from helping him and by the time she woke up most of her friends were in trouble. The only thing she could do was hide-but she hid herself in the hurt boy's mind, and wrapped herself up tight, waiting for the perfect time to come out and break the spell he was under.
Eventually, he went to sleep, and it was time.
***
The first thing She noticed about his mind was how organized it was. Well, no, that wasn't true. The first thing was that a significant portion of his mind seemed to have been walled off, and was now being rapidly buried under the rest of it. Then she noticed how organized his mind was, as if someone had deliberately gone through it and stored everything in boxes and labeled each of the boxes. "Skulker" "Real-life RPG" "Haruhi" and, further back, "Danny's Party" and "Kwan." As she watched, another box generated itself, a neat printed label adding itself: "Anime nightmare."
Experimentally, she opened this box and, in the smooth way of dreams, found herself among her sisters, the ones that she had so recently been massacred, without any idea how she had arrived. Except of course, that these weren't her sisters. They were all slightly wrong, subtly off, frightening. And they were attacking the boy, instead of helping him as they should have been.
Dream-figments, of course. She activated the kinkatana and got to work.
Somewhat later, she had managed to melt most of the dream-figments back into formless dreamstuff and fought her way to the boys side. He flinched back from her. Gin wasn't surprised; although she was of course super cute and lovable, those dream-figments had been nasty and looked enough like her to make him wary.
"It's okay," she said, "I'm not one of them. I'm here to help."
"Noooooooooo," he moaned. "You are. You're the one that other-me hates."
Other-me? thought Gin. Father's creature, maybe? Out loud, she said, "Can you take me to other-you?"
"No. You're bad."
Gin's eyes widened a little. No one ever called her bad, unless they had been sent by Father! And then she remembered that of course, he was under Father's control and needed help. That was why she was there.
"Well," she said kindly, "Could you tell me how to find him?"
"No. Other-me says I shouldn't talk to you. I agree."
And she was unable to get another word out of him, no matter what she said. He seemed to have simply tuned her out. After a while, he vanished, fading away to another part of the dream as people do.
"Why won't he let me help him?" she asked, eyes tearing.
"Perhaps because you're an unrealistic portrayal of the inner fantasy of some unhealthily obsessed anime fan's dreams?" came his voice from behind her.
Gin turned, red ribbons flying and swung the kinkatana. It couldn't do any real damage here in dreams, unless it was hitting a dark agent of her father. But to her surpirise, it didn't connect at all.
"Dude, that's not going to work. I'm not there," the same voice, still from behind her.
She turned to lash out, but as before, there was nothing there.
"Who are you?" she asked.
"I'm Tucker," said the voice. "Well, part of him. Me. Damn, I'm still not used to this."
"Please don;t say ugly things," she said. And then, delicate brows furrowing in confusion, "Tucker? Oh, you're the other-me he was talking about!"
"You're smarter than most of them, aren't you?" came Tucker's voice over he shoulder. "Yes, that's me. A witch separated us."
"An evil witch? I'll get her!" exclaimed Jin, pulling out the kinkatana to demonstrate. She was completely unprepared for the next words.
"No!" shouted other-Tucker. "Not an evil witch. A good witch in hiding from some very bad people. He's just worried that I'll give him away."
"A boy witch?" Gin didn't stop holding the kinkatana. The only boy witches she knew were bad, and she didn't beleive for a second that this one was good.
"A boy witch," confirmed other-Tucker. "And he's right, too. If I was free, I would lead his enemies right to him. By accident, but still . . . for now, it's probably better that I'm only whispers from behind."
Dream-logic thought Gin. Aloud, "Are these enemies bad?"
"Very. If they found him, they'd torture him or kill him."
Gin's eyes widened. The worst she'd expected was spells to make this witch evil. "Can't you stop them?"
"I offered to fight them, but he says you can't fight the GiW, and then made it so I couldn't try. It's okay. I'm still upset, but-" the sensation of a shrug, even though there was no other-Tucker there to shrug, "-it made me realize that I need to get to know them better first. Know thy enemy,' and all that shit."
Gin stomped her pretty-booted foot. "I said no ugly things! Don't use bad language!"
"...right. Okay."
Other-Tucker didn't say anything after that for a while, until Gin asked, "These . . . GiW? Are they evil?"
"They hurt people for no good reason. What do you think?"
Gin nodded. They were evil. "I'm gonna go stop them!" she said cheerfully.
"Wait! Be careful! Make sure that you don't lead them here!"
"I'm going to attack in their dreams," Gin called behind her, already speeding off.
She had some serious evil butt to kick.
Gin smiled. Even if she wasn't entirely human, she refused to be evil like her father wanted. She used her powers for good, and what could be better than freeing people from the evil power of her father? She'd even met other girls who felt the same she did, and followed them on their way to free the general populous from evil.
And as soon as she'd seen him, she'd known that this boy was deeply, deeply under the power of evil and needed her help. Desperately.
And, because she was her father's daughter, she had the power to enter his mind. Of course, that mean girl all in black had to keep her from helping him and by the time she woke up most of her friends were in trouble. The only thing she could do was hide-but she hid herself in the hurt boy's mind, and wrapped herself up tight, waiting for the perfect time to come out and break the spell he was under.
Eventually, he went to sleep, and it was time.
***
The first thing She noticed about his mind was how organized it was. Well, no, that wasn't true. The first thing was that a significant portion of his mind seemed to have been walled off, and was now being rapidly buried under the rest of it. Then she noticed how organized his mind was, as if someone had deliberately gone through it and stored everything in boxes and labeled each of the boxes. "Skulker" "Real-life RPG" "Haruhi" and, further back, "Danny's Party" and "Kwan." As she watched, another box generated itself, a neat printed label adding itself: "Anime nightmare."
Experimentally, she opened this box and, in the smooth way of dreams, found herself among her sisters, the ones that she had so recently been massacred, without any idea how she had arrived. Except of course, that these weren't her sisters. They were all slightly wrong, subtly off, frightening. And they were attacking the boy, instead of helping him as they should have been.
Dream-figments, of course. She activated the kinkatana and got to work.
Somewhat later, she had managed to melt most of the dream-figments back into formless dreamstuff and fought her way to the boys side. He flinched back from her. Gin wasn't surprised; although she was of course super cute and lovable, those dream-figments had been nasty and looked enough like her to make him wary.
"It's okay," she said, "I'm not one of them. I'm here to help."
"Noooooooooo," he moaned. "You are. You're the one that other-me hates."
Other-me? thought Gin. Father's creature, maybe? Out loud, she said, "Can you take me to other-you?"
"No. You're bad."
Gin's eyes widened a little. No one ever called her bad, unless they had been sent by Father! And then she remembered that of course, he was under Father's control and needed help. That was why she was there.
"Well," she said kindly, "Could you tell me how to find him?"
"No. Other-me says I shouldn't talk to you. I agree."
And she was unable to get another word out of him, no matter what she said. He seemed to have simply tuned her out. After a while, he vanished, fading away to another part of the dream as people do.
"Why won't he let me help him?" she asked, eyes tearing.
"Perhaps because you're an unrealistic portrayal of the inner fantasy of some unhealthily obsessed anime fan's dreams?" came his voice from behind her.
Gin turned, red ribbons flying and swung the kinkatana. It couldn't do any real damage here in dreams, unless it was hitting a dark agent of her father. But to her surpirise, it didn't connect at all.
"Dude, that's not going to work. I'm not there," the same voice, still from behind her.
She turned to lash out, but as before, there was nothing there.
"Who are you?" she asked.
"I'm Tucker," said the voice. "Well, part of him. Me. Damn, I'm still not used to this."
"Please don;t say ugly things," she said. And then, delicate brows furrowing in confusion, "Tucker? Oh, you're the other-me he was talking about!"
"You're smarter than most of them, aren't you?" came Tucker's voice over he shoulder. "Yes, that's me. A witch separated us."
"An evil witch? I'll get her!" exclaimed Jin, pulling out the kinkatana to demonstrate. She was completely unprepared for the next words.
"No!" shouted other-Tucker. "Not an evil witch. A good witch in hiding from some very bad people. He's just worried that I'll give him away."
"A boy witch?" Gin didn't stop holding the kinkatana. The only boy witches she knew were bad, and she didn't beleive for a second that this one was good.
"A boy witch," confirmed other-Tucker. "And he's right, too. If I was free, I would lead his enemies right to him. By accident, but still . . . for now, it's probably better that I'm only whispers from behind."
Dream-logic thought Gin. Aloud, "Are these enemies bad?"
"Very. If they found him, they'd torture him or kill him."
Gin's eyes widened. The worst she'd expected was spells to make this witch evil. "Can't you stop them?"
"I offered to fight them, but he says you can't fight the GiW, and then made it so I couldn't try. It's okay. I'm still upset, but-" the sensation of a shrug, even though there was no other-Tucker there to shrug, "-it made me realize that I need to get to know them better first. Know thy enemy,' and all that shit."
Gin stomped her pretty-booted foot. "I said no ugly things! Don't use bad language!"
"...right. Okay."
Other-Tucker didn't say anything after that for a while, until Gin asked, "These . . . GiW? Are they evil?"
"They hurt people for no good reason. What do you think?"
Gin nodded. They were evil. "I'm gonna go stop them!" she said cheerfully.
"Wait! Be careful! Make sure that you don't lead them here!"
"I'm going to attack in their dreams," Gin called behind her, already speeding off.
She had some serious evil butt to kick.