dualislogs | If I can't undo what's been done

WHO: Arkady + OTA!!
WHAT: Arkady can see the pat and future and other things when she wants to and she finally wants to! So if your character is new or you haven't been able to find a way to get your character some plot information, this could be for you!
WHERE: Dorms rooftop, Central Square Park, wandering streets at night
WHEN: Different times throughout December, feel free to specify a date/time you want.
WARNINGS: Alcohol consumption, discussion of violence and murder, discussion of overdosing, drugs, existential crisis???

A. ROOFTOPS

Hank said not to blame herself. Not to beat herself up over could have been. But he doesn't know. Nobody knows. That's the problem when you don't really talk about yourself. Nobody really understands. There's so much she can do. Or should be able to do. Some things are all mucked up here. Teleporting has limits. It shouldn't. Projecting has limits. It shouldn't either. Back home she's pretty sure there's nothing she can't do. Especially together. Though she's not together here. It's just her. A thought she refuses to entertain for long.

"Work to be done." The sun's setting and so far she's been lucky enough to not run into people up here. She has her legs dangling off the side of the roof with her FreakAngels jacket crumpled up next to her. There's a bottle of alcohol next to her that's only half gone so far. "I haven't let myself look but it's time." Her eyes close and when she opens them back up they're glowing a bright white.

Images flash inside her mind. A man? Two men. The same man twice. Another person. A bot? Yes. A bot. Two more. Four more. Five? There's so much fear inside the man. A name. T? Travis. He's so scared. Oh no, oh...he's so so scared. The bots move to him and they start to--

Oh. Arkady's expression twists as her mind shows her the bots circle the man and then putting their hands around his arms, legs, and head. They pull like it's nothing. Nothing at all to them. They keep pulling, ripping his limbs off while he screams and screams. There's blood, so much blood, so so much and she wants to stop looking but she can't. There's flashes of other people being ripped apart. Limbs. Blood.

Finally she screams out loud and her eyes turn back to their normal violet hue.

"Is this how they do it...?" There's tears coming down her face as she reaches for the bottle next to her. "We're all super fucked."

A. WALKING AROUND THE STREETS

For once Arkady's got her jacket pulled tightly around her. It's not that it's cold. It's more that she's cold. It's getting worse. That much she's noticing the more she looks with her abilities. And that's what she's doing. She's walking around the streets in the afternoon and she's looking. Sometimes when she walks by someone her eyes glow briefly as she slips into their mind and hits the wall. It doesn't hurt as much as it did that first time. That's probably not good that she's getting used to the feel. It's like hitting your head against a steel wall over and over. At first it's shocking and it hurts. Her nose bled that first time. Now it's just numb and...scary.

She's scared. She pulls the jacket around her tighter as the realization hits her. Scared. A tiny laugh escapes her lips as she passes by another person that has the wall feel. It's a nervous laugh. How many people that have been brought here like her know about this? How many people realize the number of citizens that are replacements? The thoughts are weighing on her and she's not really paying attention as she walks and then bumps directly into someone with her glowing eyes.

"Oh, you're not--" she cuts herself off before shes says that they're not a replacement. "Sorry." She blinks, her eyes returning to violet, and then she smiles at the person. "It's good you're you. Stay you!"

A. CENTRAL SQUARE PARK- NIGHT

It's night when she goes to the park. Every time she's passed by it recently she's felt something off. Something wrong about it. A chill down her spine. There's whispering sometimes. Or she thinks there is. Maybe it's just something in her head. It's hard to tell all the time. Maybe she's really actually going crazy this time. Or maybe there's something there. Or something will be there? She's been getting bits and pieces for days. Or maybe weeks. She's so bad with time sometimes. It all blurs together. Answers won't come from outside the park though.

"Time to go in." She says to herself, holding on tightly to a bottle of vodka she's brought with her just in case. Just in case what? Sometimes it's overwhelming. When she steps into the park it's dark. Death. It's heavy with death and bad. Bad bad things. She moves further in and eventually just plops herself down on the ground without any concern for getting dirty. Or if anyone else is around to watch a bald girl with a bottle of vodka sit down in the center of the park.

One leg folds over the other, her eyes start to glow, and then she opens up to what there is in the park.

"I can't die now. Not yet. There's so much I still have to do. I have tot ell him I loved him." It's a voice she doesn't know but the voice is so frightened.

"I don't want to die like this. Please, please gods don't let it go like this." Another. Just as panicked. Just as scared.

"Who knew it'd end like this. I never imagined this would be how it all ends..." Defeat. That's all there is in that voice.

There's tears. So many tears. "Why is this happening? Why are you doing this to us?" The voice is pleading. Desperate. "Why?"

"No, no, please, please..." there's more begging. Invoking gods names that she doesn't recognize. Pleading. Death. Death is coming. Or it came. Or both. Why is this happening? What's happening to them?

Tears start to stream down Arkady's face and she chugs half the bottle of vodka she has with her and then lets out a scream. She can't help herself. It's anger and sadness all in one. She pushes a hand out and a force of telekinetic energy smashes a nearby tree.

"Sorry, tree. You didn't do anything," she says with a frown on her face. Anger doesn't usually get the best of her like this. Her eyes start to glow again and she reaches out towards the tree in an attempt to put it back together. The pieces move and push together leaving it almost like nothings happened to it at all.

"There. At least I can fix that." Even though it looks like they can't fix anything else here.

[ooc: ping me on discord at selkie#4018 if there's a different scenario you want to play out! If your character has psychic abilities or is able to sense things feel free to have them pick up on the spike of power. ]

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"Dying." She meets his eyes for just a second before letting them dart down away from his. Even someone without her gifts could tell that he was angry. After a second looking down she looks up at him defiantly.

"But maybe we need to know. If we come back then that could mean it can take our powers and teach them to come back." Or something even worse than that. She needs to know and it's a way. But...but what if she comes back as a robot?

Or doesn't come back at all. He was shaking his head before she even finished her sentence. Too often in the past he'd been too slow to protect those under his charge, too blind to take action, or too hesitant, and they'd died, or worse.

"Maybe so, but I don't think it necessary yet. We'll find another way."

"How will we find another way though? Everyone's been looking. I've been looking and I can't find anything." There's frustration in her voice along with irritation and uncertainty. If even she can't figure things out then how can anyone?

"I could at least try. Maybe someone should try. Or try to get what's in our heads out."

The chip, of course! He took a deep breath before meeting her eyes fervently.

"Try to die? No, but getting what's in our heads out...that's a place to start." Not that he trusted scientists...at all, and they needed one.

"I don't know if we can get it out without something bad happening. I was thinking of trying." But then the worry had returned about whether or not death would lead to replacement. Ideally she could get the chip out without death but it would require being horribly precise and knowing more about it than she currently does. She scrunches her nose up and then shakes her head.

"You don't need to worry about me." That's probably not completely true, but she's going to attempt telling him that anyway.

"You were thinking of trying...alone?" Nothing in her wording suggested to him he shouldn't be worried, and he didn't make an effort to keep the concerned frown from his face.

"Trying what?"

"I try a lot alone. That's how it was back home too." Someone had to push things back home and that was her. "I'm already a little messed up so it doesn't matter if I get a bit more messed up." To which she smiles, a bit too brightly.

"Trying to take it out. I could use my powers maybe."

But it did matter if she got more messed up or not, to him at least. Maybe that was strange. Maybe he didn't have a right to care about her in that way, but he did nevertheless.

"...it does. You...shouldn't do it alone."

"No matter what, I'll be okay," she says with a bright smile. Does she actually mean that? Yes and no. Mentally that's always an unknown whether or not she'll actually be okay. Physically she's pretty sure no matter what she'll be okay. There's confidence in that at aleast.

In essence, so would he, no matter what ended up happening, but that didn't make anything better. Still, he couldn't control her, or have any right to.

He just frowned, not saying anything.

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