#cognitiveechoes

Angela's expression hardly wavers as Argalia laughs a pitifully pointed laugh at her. It was difficult, to say the least, to explain her own thought process when it came to this line of actions.

"It is nothing so noble." She begins, fingers tapping against the book tucked under her other arm. "I have no grand ideals of winning you over to feel better about myself, for starters."

Rather, she remembers those words she had said time and time again.

"When Lobotomy Corporation came crumbling down and I was expected to simply die along with it, I thought 'I hate this place, I hate this world, I want to live without all of this pain.'" And so she had set in motion the events that had thrown so much into chaos, at the expense of not knowing what might have happened had the light spread in its entirety.

It was difficult to articulate, and the expression on the machine's face dictated her internal struggle. Carmen had manipulated every vulnerable person she could, even twisting Angela's Library from within the Light. How to explain it?

Finally, she sighs.

"I simply feel we share more in common than you realize. Not to mention, if you're dead then I can't use you to help take down the Head."

Roland mentally notes that grimace, a part of him almost tempted to probe to aggravate him...

Now what was all this? He had no clue. Somehow, Yu had found himself yet again in an odd situation with someone who looked like Adachi. But it wasn’t his, just someone else. It seems like he was looking for a fight as well.

Lucy approaches Alfendi’s door. She feels a little awkward, she probably should have just asked him for his room number rather than asking Kirijo. But...

“Oh crap! I completely lost track of time! I didn’t realize it was this close to the end of the year already. Anything you guys want in specific? Or if you want it to be a surprise just give me a few things you like.”

“Naoto! Something’s coming! Tohru and Yosuke are the two closest to your position. I’ll send them your way, but they are at least ten minutes away if they aren’t stopped!” 

Rise explained the situation to Naoto, while alerting everyone else at the same time. Tohru and Yosuke headed towards Naoto’s location while Ryotaro and Kanji headed back to Junes in case of an attack.

“Understood Rise. I’ll hold out as best as I can add Tohru and Yosuke to this line and keep it open.”

“Got it!”

With backup coming, all Naoto had to do was hold out for the ten minutes it will take them to get here. As long as it wasn’t Satonaka, Amagi, and Narukami all together, Naoto was fairly certain that she can handle it for that long.

“Here it comes!”

The distortion intensifies until a rift opens. What’s coming out of that, no one knows.

       Oh so the man calls out in such a tone does he? One challenging the realm of the dead in such a way was never a wise idea. Of course such foolishness comes from those whom haven’t experienced such ones as he, and whom was he to deny such a request? Especially when it came from someone whom had caused so much strife and such wild rippled on the sea of death and purgatory.

       The heat in the air suddenly grew, little wafts of green fog blooming from the ground. About 6 feet away, a sudden rush of emerald flames rocketing up like a burst gas leak, it took form of a man- no, a skeleton. Glowing bright. Standing at 7 feet and 6 inches tall. Power coming off him in an ebb and flow of supernatural intent. The eye sockets sparking to life as unnatural eyes locked their gaze upon this mans form before him. Hands flexing slightly.