Yukino opens her eyes to find herself floating in nothingness. She looks around and sees nothing but dark. All she can hear while floating in the darkness is a loud voice, feminine and calm.
[color=440033] Good evening, Yukino. I don't have any other way of actually trying to talk some sense into you without you bopping me repeatedly, so I've decided to talk to you in your dreams. [/color]
[color=bb66bb] ...Great... At least I don't have to hear you during the day... and what's with the voice change? [/color]
[color=440033] I have access to all of your memories... every single one. I've just been replicating myself as some of your more prominent ones. You recognize this voice, correct? [/color]
[color=bb66bb] Yes... Old Lady Haruka, our healer... and one of the first to fall the day they attacked. And before that, you were her son. I loved that old hag so much, she'd always play with me once my parents were out doing their missions. [/color] A smile starts to creep onto the foxgirl's face.
[color=440033] Correct. And as I've taken the form of one of your fondest parental figures, I must adivse you to be more careful dealing with people, especially the group you're currently with. Even if you believe yourself to be stronger than them, [small] And judging by those injuries you sustained at the hand's of that Echo girl's aunt, I find hard to believe... [/small] you need to work with them and earn their trust. Keep up the behavior you have now and you'll end up going it alone in a world you know nothing about. You'll undoubtedly die without avenging those in your world who died on that day. [/color] A small sigh is heard before the virus continues. [color=440033] I understand that you've lived like a savage sadist for years out of necessity, but it's not too late to change yourself. ...I'm done with my little lecture for now. Until you need to call on me again... [/color]
[color=440033] Good evening, Yukino. I don't have any other way of actually trying to talk some sense into you without you bopping me repeatedly, so I've decided to talk to you in your dreams. [/color]
[color=bb66bb] ...Great... At least I don't have to hear you during the day... and what's with the voice change? [/color]
[color=440033] I have access to all of your memories... every single one. I've just been replicating myself as some of your more prominent ones. You recognize this voice, correct? [/color]
[color=bb66bb] Yes... Old Lady Haruka, our healer... and one of the first to fall the day they attacked. And before that, you were her son. I loved that old hag so much, she'd always play with me once my parents were out doing their missions. [/color] A smile starts to creep onto the foxgirl's face.
[color=440033] Correct. And as I've taken the form of one of your fondest parental figures, I must adivse you to be more careful dealing with people, especially the group you're currently with. Even if you believe yourself to be stronger than them, [small] And judging by those injuries you sustained at the hand's of that Echo girl's aunt, I find hard to believe... [/small] you need to work with them and earn their trust. Keep up the behavior you have now and you'll end up going it alone in a world you know nothing about. You'll undoubtedly die without avenging those in your world who died on that day. [/color] A small sigh is heard before the virus continues. [color=440033] I understand that you've lived like a savage sadist for years out of necessity, but it's not too late to change yourself. ...I'm done with my little lecture for now. Until you need to call on me again... [/color]
Yukino sighs as she gets out of bed and clutches her neck. She still some aftereffects of being without air due to Nemesis. Rubbing her tails idly, she mutters to herself. [color=bb66bb] [small] "For once, I can't just say the virus... Haruka... is an idiot... I'll have to try to control myself a bit more... especially around that Echo girl..." [/small] After her little brooding session, the foxgirl makes her way toward the lobby.[/color]
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Rex yawns as he wakes up and gets off the floor of the lobby, rubbing his eyes as usual. [color=008888] "Morning.... or whatever time it is..." [/color] he half-yawns, half-says to no one in particular.
face.
