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Nemesis and Hurricane's Ideal World: Session 3

[The sky above is a deep, unnatural crimson, filled with roiling clouds and creatures that are a sickly oil-slick black. They writhe and wriggle like something out of a Lovecraftian nightmare; they have entirely too many eyes, and entirely too many wings, and when they open their mouths, they have entirely too many teeth]

[Below them, the city of Tokyo is half-shattered; above the rooftops, mechanized suits the size of people hover in the air, darting in out of the chaos, laser blasts and explosions and wickedly sharp blades fighting tirelessly against the endless onslaught]

[Until finally, the last creature falls]

[All at once, civilians flood the streets of the city; the lights come on in all the buildings, which somehow have become whole again, safe and unharmed. A cheer goes up from the crowd. Overhead, a stunning fireworks display paints the night with light and color]

[And they all lived happily ever after]

[The end]

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[The room here is decidedly at odds with the aesthetic of the rest of the house; all around you are the sleek, futuristic white lines of what is undeniably a lab. A minimalistic black chair faces an array of holo-screens, and a long metal workbench has been taken over by tools and blueprints and intricate robotic parts.]

[A tall, blond woman in a lab coat and glasses, hair pulled back into a bun, is bent over a robotic arm, making adjustments with a screwdriver.]

[From here, you can RETURN TO THE GENKAN]

[Oh hey]

Are you Hurricane's mom? [Since, you know, blonde.]

[But...ooooh]

[He's gonna look at these blueprints.]

[The blueprints are very detailed, for an array of weaponry and other mechanical wonders]

[The woman pauses, and looks up from her work]

I am.

[Ooooh]

[Can he take a picture, he'll try to take a picture.]

Have you seen him? Been looking for him.

[He can indeed; his phone works just fine]

He's busy, most likely.

There were plans for some sort of celebration tonight, I believe.

You going to be at the party?

[Gonna take all the pictures, because there are possibilities in this. He knows his uncle works on blueprints that kind of look like this. He could keep them for his uncle!]

[That....doesn't make him feel as intensely as normal? Huh.]

[huh]

Of course I will. I wouldn't miss -

[Her voice sticks. Fuzzes a little, around the edges, as though beset with static]

....

[That's weird.]

You all right, ma'am?

Yes, of course I am.

You were all cshhh. [Making a static kind of noise.]

It must have been the machinery.

It can be quite loud, if you aren't accustomed to it.

[Indeed, there is an ever-present hum in the background, but none of it sounds like the static]

[Hard to gaslight and doubt when you're on Cloud Nine.]

Nah, it was definitely you. Its like when people try to say my name in memories.

Then I'm afraid I don't know what you mean.

Are you certain you're not suffering auditory hallucinations?

I'm not.

[Blunt and matter of fact.]

Try it again. You said I wouldn't miss, and then it happened. What was the next bit?

I wouldn't miss -

[Another hitch, as though a badly spliced-together tape. The words dissolve under a burst of white noise]

Yeah, see. There it was again.

Skip the I wouldn't miss part. Just try to say the words you mean after.

[The static is longer, this time. Her voice fades out to something gutteral and strange, glitching around the edges. The outline of her glitches, too, juddery shapes stark against the clean white lines of the lab]

....

[He turns his phone to her.]

Do that again?

For science?

I have work to do.

You should leave.

[He gestures around them.]

Not a believer in the scientific method?

For things that need to have it applied, yes.

[She turns as though to resume her work]

The entire world should have it applied. [Laughs.] That is the whole point of science. To understand the logic of the world itself.

Or is it you know something is wrong and that's why you don't want to be recorded?

[He doesn't need negative emotions to be a smug bitch.]

[Did she hear him?]

[She hasn't even looked up. The room has grown colder, somehow, as her focus narrows to what's on the table in front of her]

Perhaps she's remembered better things she could be doing, instead of talking to you. Perhaps anythign she could be doing is better than talking to you]

[Maybe, but what do I care? :D :D :D]

Were you trying to talk about Hurricane?

[It is a small suspicious from Sanctuary and]

[Actually, any feelings he would have to hesitate are also gone. TIME TO RECKLESSLY THROWN STONES AT ALL THE GLASS HOUSES.]

[Not a blink; not a hint of a reaction]

[If not for the Cloud Nine, the weight of those feeling would be crushing]

[She has started to glitch more heavily around the edges; the whole room has]

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