The air around you seems to shimmer like glass. An image begins to form in the floating shards, growing sharper and brighter as each reflection finds its place. They're... remembering.
The statue, the platform, the darkness is drowned out by the illusion - whole, and seamless. It's like you're there.
The sun is high and the streets are busy with hooded figures, dressed in archaic clothes. Not too unlike the city itself, which boasts architecture easily dating back to the Renaissance. A massive church looms in the distance, but where you find yourself is outside a covenant orphanage. The building is old, less maintained than the gleaming houses of military and faith.
Children, not that old themselves - but just old enough to develop a sense of superiority to people lesser than them - jeer and throw rocks at you. Nearby adults pretend not to notice, preferring to talk among themselves in hushed tones instead.
"Ha ha!! What's wrong? Why don't you go crying to your mom and dad?"
[Only replace "threw rocks" with "clawed an eye out". Anyway, she stoops to dig up a big chunk of dirt -- we're talking like melon-sized, here -- and hurls that right back at one of the kids' faces. Whichever one looks most like Kyle. (RED)]
That dirt clod hits him in the face hard enough to bowl him over, into the rest of his friends. They cry out, "HEY! No fair!" but they are seriously cowed.
Even children can tell they're no match for these two. They're some kinda nasty girl tag team and they're mean??!? Not to mention barely paying attention to them.
The dirtclod kid spits, "Wh-whatever, we-- didn't wanna play with you anyway!"
Thoroughly ignored, the children look to each other - confused and disgruntled - before rallying themselves somewhere else.
Despite finding a moment of peace with each other, you realize this feeling of being unwanted and looked down on will linger for the rest of your life. All the same, it’s still life - and you have places to be.
Without warning, the illusion around you shatters like glass - the world around you now nothing more than images reflected in each broken shard. They fall away into the abyss, and you are returned to the floating platform.
Kyrie’s statue dissolves into red energy, which your weapon once again absorbs. The base becomes another pillar of light, spilling out from a portal to the next level.
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And presses start. again.]
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The statue, the platform, the darkness is drowned out by the illusion - whole, and seamless. It's like you're there.
The sun is high and the streets are busy with hooded figures, dressed in archaic clothes. Not too unlike the city itself, which boasts architecture easily dating back to the Renaissance. A massive church looms in the distance, but where you find yourself is outside a covenant orphanage. The building is old, less maintained than the gleaming houses of military and faith.
Children, not that old themselves - but just old enough to develop a sense of superiority to people lesser than them - jeer and throw rocks at you. Nearby adults pretend not to notice, preferring to talk among themselves in hushed tones instead.
"Ha ha!! What's wrong? Why don't you go crying to your mom and dad?"
"Oh wait - you don't have none!"
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ow that kind of hurts?]
Hey! Knock it off!
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don't fuck with her.]
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"What the heck!"
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and
they kind of deserve it?]
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--Would you stop touching stuff?
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[and then she gets hit with rocks]
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Thanks.
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[Only replace "threw rocks" with "clawed an eye out". Anyway, she stoops to dig up a big chunk of dirt -- we're talking like melon-sized, here -- and hurls that right back at one of the kids' faces. Whichever one looks most like Kyle. (RED)]
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Like us?
[it's hard to feel bad for the new Kyle.
sorry.]
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You'll remember eventually.
[Flicking her tail, and no she definitely doesn't feel bad at all about the kid.]
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Guess we should just...
Keep walking?
[they're not these kids' mothers, so.
she shrugs.]
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The dirtclod kid spits, "Wh-whatever, we-- didn't wanna play with you anyway!"
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Whatever, Adora, this is your weird adventure. Lead away~
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[she glances back once at the kids-- and then looks back at Catra.]
You're the one who got stuck in some weird ghost claws.
[and then she's walking]
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Seriously? That's the worst comeback.
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Despite finding a moment of peace with each other, you realize this feeling of being unwanted and looked down on will linger for the rest of your life. All the same, it’s still life - and you have places to be.
Without warning, the illusion around you shatters like glass - the world around you now nothing more than images reflected in each broken shard. They fall away into the abyss, and you are returned to the floating platform.
Kyrie’s statue dissolves into red energy, which your weapon once again absorbs. The base becomes another pillar of light, spilling out from a portal to the next level.
Time to leave