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{long time no speak guys! due to a fatal combination of being lazy and forgetful, i honestly somehow managed to forget that i had an rp blog! so i profusely apologize for that and i'll be back soon/eventually!}
{anyway, onto the purpose of this post, i was talking to the bae when he told me this quote of: "sorry about the blood in your mouth; i wish it was mine. i couldn't get the boy to kill me, but i wore his jacket for the longest time." which i then proceeded to make an au off of where dill's slowly turning into a husk (not possible in ME canon really, but moving on) and asks ivan to kill her, but instead he just gives her his cape/cloak and she ends up turning completely and severely wounding him. below the cut is a short little drabble i wrote for it during a streak of inspiration!}
I don't know who I am. What I am. My memories are broken. Blurred. I only know how to walk. And attack. I only attack in self-defense. Self-defense.
I have a cloak. I have always had this cape. It keeps me warm. It used to smell like happiness. He gave happiness a smell. I do not remember who he is. Who was he? He was a boy. That is all I know.
This cape is stained. The spots used to be red. Now they are brown. I do not know why. I am always thinking. Questioning. Why do I ask? Answers are useless. I cannot ask anyone the answer. Everyone is dangerous. Scary. I always protect myself. Self. Defense.
The boy stained the cape. This was once his. I remember him now. That boy was not happiness. I attacked. He wanted to kill me. I was defending myself. Protection. Blood. So much blood. I clawed. He screamed. Blood. Everywhere. It was self-defense. Why did he look scared? Did he not want to harm me? Safe now. I am safe now. He was stopped. Self. Defense. Why do I feel bad? I WAS ONLY DEFENDING MYSELF. SAFE. I AM SAFE. SELF. DEFENSE. DE. FENSE. ITWASSELFDEFENSEITWASELFDEFENSEIAMNOTTOBLAMEHEWAS
I don't know who I am.
"H-hello?" Sheba spoke up nervously, facing the back of the reaper-controlled body, "You... you're Ivan's sister, right?" She couldn't undertsand how something like... /this/ could be Ivan's sister though.
The Reaper Conscience turned around to face the girl standing behind her, looking her directly in the eye as it said, "We are indeed Ivan's sister, though not by birth. As we are his sister, he is also our little brother, an event that occurred before Dylan Marie Shepard became the Reaper Conscience. What is your reasoning for asking if we are his sister?"
Sheba gasped and took a surprised step back as she took in the form of Ivan’s sister. To say she wasn’t a little scared of her would be a lie. She swallowed and met the body’s eyes.
"N-nice to meet you." She stammered nervously, curtly extending a hand to the form, "I… I’m Sheba. A friend of Ivan’s. I travelled with him. I want to meet the other people he considers family." She said this all very quickly, swallowing again as she finished.
The gentle whirr and glow of the body intrigued her greatly though, "Umm… wh-what are you… exactly? You’re… not human, right?"
The Conscience firmly grasped Sheba's hand and shook it, beginning to speak with its normal monotonous yet slightly robotic tone, "It is a pleasure to meet you too, Sheba. We have always been interested in gathering data on Weyard, a subject that obviously includes data on Ivan's traveling companions as well."
"You are correct in saying that we are not human, but you are also partially wrong. This body itself is simply that of a genetically modified human. There is a hole in our chest from a spike that we were impaled upon that gave this body technological enhancements but its basic components are still human in nature. We, the mind that controls this body, are the result of the human Dylan Marie Shepard's morality and mind mixing with the vast intelligenge and conscience of the Reapers." The Conscience paused, its head cocking and grip on Sheba's hand tightening slightly as it said, "Tell us, does the fact that we are not human frighten you more than we already do? We promise that we do not intend to harm you unless you force us to resort to doing so."
☸ "I see," Piers nodded, taking in as much information as he can. He had thought that she was a malfunctioning offshoot of this ‘Alliance’ at first, and boy was he glad that he was wrong. There was always the possibility of her lying, but he felt that she had no reason to. “Ah, they had thought you dead?” he repeated, scratching his own cheek gingerly. “I do suppose it is better that you do not reveal yourself out in the open…” A pause. “But what if they find out? Accidentally, I mean—they’d have no purpose in patrolling the areas for you, considering your status over there.”
”Ah, please, don’t bother yourselves with it. I merely asked out of impulse, and I do apologize for that.” The Lemurian’s eyes lit up; he had never heard of anything like this before! Listening closely, he immediately imagined heavenly bodies moving in an almost circular trajectory, with a star as its fixed point. Piers blinked. A star? he thought, It must be a very powerful star…for it to control these ‘planets’s movements…
A smile quirked his lips. “Thank you,” he said, “And yes. I do think my current situation would only bring about faulty data over to you.” He placed a hand on his nape and rubbed it. “We wouldn’t want that now, would we?”
”A-ah,” he blubbered, feeling a little ashamed and angry that Dill had told him of his world’s technologically challenged state, but the anger subsided completely as soon as she offered him her help. “That would be wonderful!” he grinned, nodding at her. “And really, thank you for being so patient with me,” he chuckled, scratching the back of his head. “I’d repay it if I can, but I don’t really know how.”
Piers followed Dill, his footsteps tracing her own.
"Yes, according to the Alliance database, Commander Dylan Marie Shepard is presumed dead, though it is a logical conclusion that they believe us simply dead, considering the circumstances under which Dylan Marie Shepard seemingly died under though, as you have probably derived from what we have told you, she lives on through us." The Conscience momentarily paused, contemplating the Alliance's likely reaction to seeing Dylan's Husk body. "We believe it is more than likely that, if this body was discovered and identified by the Alliance, it would cause unrest until they decided whether or not to return our previous rank and previous accolades to us. However, we would politely decline the return of our ranks since we are already the highest rank that can be attained in this universe, as the Reaper Conscience, and the bringer of perfection to this universe."
"You are welcome, Piers. We are more than willing to assist you in whatever manner we can if it means acquiring more data. Do not worry about repayment though, as long as you are cooperative and do not intend to impede us, we understand that you are unaware of how you arrived in this universe or how you can leave, so we do not wish for you to be negatively effected in any way from forces you cannot fathom or fight against."
The Reaper mind wordlessly walked to the nearest vendor and purchased an Omnitool map, quickly scanning the holographic terrain now projecting from Dylan's wrist to discover their location. It determined that they were quite simply in a small seaside tourist town, with the ocean only a short walk away.
"Piers, since you were wondering our location, we are in a small town near the ocean. Now that you have a general idea of where we are, do you have any questions?"
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Colombe stepped back, a bit shocked at first, but she nodded quickly and hugged herself. “…Not sure. Last I remember, I was eleven, so…” She half-trailed off, shrugging a bit. Well, that didn’t seem completely out of place, judging by the person’s expression. “Wh-what’s going on?” May as well play up this kind stranger a bit so she could find her groundings. Colombe wanted to go back in time, of course, but the headache she had was preventing it, for the moment.
"You said you were eleven you last remembered?" As Dill spoke, she also blinked in disbelief. This girl looked about seventeen! Had the Leviathan really taken six years of her life away from her?
"What's going on now is that I'm taking you back to my ship so I can get a better grip on what exactly your situation is." The Commander firmly grasped Colombe's wrist and began to walk at a fairly brisk pace back to the Normandy.
"Now that we're not just standing in the middle of the busy Citadel, I'll give you a walk-and-talk crash course on who exactly I am, so that way you don't think I'm just some sleazebag slaver. I'm Commander Dylan Marie Shepard, Council Spectre, and if that's too much of a mouthful, Commander Shepard or anything else respectful will do just fine. I'm in the Alliance, if you couldn't gather that I was in some organization or another from the whole Commander thing, and I'm also the captain of my ship, which is the SSV Normandy. I know the glowing eyes and facial scars are a bit scary, but I doubt that's your biggest problem right now, and if it is, you need better priorities."
"Now, who are you? Keep it short for now, I don't want to try and listen to your life story while trying not to plow through this crowd."
Pietro only half-grinned, holding out his arms to the side. ”You looked old enough, miss.” He said cockily, smile-growing more.
Dill couldn't help but laugh and raise her eyebrows in disbelief at Pietro as she said, "Aren't you cocky? I know I'm one to talk, but I didn't think it was too much to assume teenagers still respected their elders! How old are you anyway? Don't give me some bullshit like," Dill mocked him by standing with her arms stuck out to the side and changing her voice to the best version of his she could muster, she shouted, "I'm not yet eighteen but, damn it, I might as well be!"
The Commander then recrossed her arms, looking Pietro in the eyes as she continued to speak. "You may think I'm old now, but I was quite the asshole back in my teenage years too and trust me, you may think you're badass now, but one day you're going to be as old as me and realize how absolutely fucking stupid you were."
He didn’t sign up for aliens. However, he’d be damned if he was being killed for being too sassy, so Pietro merely stuttered out, ”Ne-New York City, ma’am.”
The Conscience looked around, quickly observing and analyzing its surroundings. After a moment it replied, "So we are on Earth then? This body itself has not been to New York City before now, but other Reapers have, though we are certain that they have not arrived yet. If our assumptions are correct, this is New York City many years before the Reaper invasion. As long as you do not live until 2186, you will not have to witness our Reapers arriving in full force. If you do live until then however, we cannot promise your safety."
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"I’m sorry then, miss, but I’ll inquire to your marital status next time, instead of assuming I should be polite.”
"Damn straight you will!" [Dill stood with her arms crossed, her eyebrows furrowed as she glared at Pietro.] "Didn't anyone ever tell you that you only stop calling a woman miss when she gets married or looks old? Assumptions of politeness mean jack shit when you end up insulting the person you're talking to."
"H-hello?" Sheba spoke up nervously, facing the back of the reaper-controlled body, "You... you're Ivan's sister, right?" She couldn't undertsand how something like... /this/ could be Ivan's sister though.
The Reaper Conscience turned around to face the girl standing behind her, looking her directly in the eye as it said, "We are indeed Ivan's sister, though not by birth. As we are his sister, he is also our little brother, an event that occurred before Dylan Marie Shepard became the Reaper Conscience. What is your reasoning for asking if we are his sister?"
{so i know i totally just wrote a reply, but in case anyone else who follows me sees that i haven't replied to them, such as the lovely asks in my inbox, i will not reply to you until tomorrow morning because it is nearly 3am and the "2am streak of creativity" made my bae worry more than usual so i think that's warning enough to just quit while i'm still vaguely ahead}
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He didn’t sign up for aliens. However, he’d be damned if he was being killed for being too sassy, so Pietro merely stuttered out, ”Ne-New York City, ma’am.”
"New York City? We have been here before, it is a human supercenter, is it not? However, we believe it is not... our New York City, and that we are instead in the past. What year is this?"

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