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When the Commander had received the distressed messages from his subordinates he had assumed it wasn’t anything too out of the ordinary. The troopers often ran into conflict with the animals or chimeras around the islands and while resistance from anyone that lived on the islands was uncommon and even unprecedented there was always the knowledge that certain civilians wouldn’t want to give into the comfortable life King P had offered them. There had been plenty of records of that occurring. 

A person was attacking a minor base, someone that had managed to take out most of the soldiers and cause those that were left standing to flee in terror.  By the time the Commander had reached the grounds his subordinates were practically squealing in distress and relief over his arrival. 

Was the opponent really so terrifying that the troops were so wracked with fear? 

Upon actually seeing who it was that was causing all this chaos and distress however...The soldier couldn’t help but quirk an eyebrow.  A girl dressed in pink with the ever prominent feel of PSI about her. Golden locks and glowing cyan eyes...  Wait...hadn’t the Commander seen this person before? She looked eerily similar to that girl from the movie his master always insisted on watching...didn’t she? 

Curiosities aside, something had to be done. 

Thus, the chimera stepped forward and spoke, uncharacteristically raising his voice to be certain he would be heard. 

“You have damaged property of the King and have committed acts of violence against his majesty’s soldiers. Cease and desist or I will have to detain you.” 

The sat beneath an old oak tree under the evening’s orange-pink sky. They had been talking back and forth all day - Ness doing most of the talking with Paula’s input sprinkled in - about a variety of things such as how the other was settling back into life, if their relationships with family and friends had changed since the events of G.iygas, their own interests— something Ness seemed to speak about more than Paula did.

She was happy to listen as apathetic as she may have looked for the majority of the conversation. Ness was her friend and she had all the time in the world to listen to what her friends had to say no matter how trivial it all seemed in the grand scale of the universe.

Her head turned to Ness and wide eyes blinked from behind curly bangs for what seemed like the first time in their entire conversation. Where did this question come from?

Empath abilities shed light upon a sombre mood that had enveloped the two when their conversation came to a gradual close and the two sat in a peaceful silence. This must have been what he was thinking about— what brought about such a gloomy atmosphere.

‘ No. I’m content with myself, ’ she responded. ‘ Is there something you wish to talk about, Ness? ’ 

It was one of those days again, a suffocating day where it was all Ness could do to keep his anxiety under control. He wasn’t sure what had triggered the attack this time - maybe it didn’t even need a trigger. But every step he took, everywhere he looked, he felt as though a fist was squeezing the air out of his lungs.

Trying to mask his insecurities, he had turned to someone he knew would listen - solemn, soft Paula. Rambling about anything that came to mind kept everything at bay for a while, clutching his wrist as he kept his eyes locked on the setting sun. Eventually, it had faded out to silence - only the sounds of the evening filling the air. Ness had never done well with silence.

“I...” Blurting out the question seemed like such a foolish idea now. He had come here to run from his thoughts, not bring them to light! But he had no choice now...

Clenching violet eyes tightly, he managed a soft noise of affirmation. “Ever since...well, ya’know...” There was no need to speak the unholy being’s name. None. “I really hate bein’ in my own head sometimes.” He admitted this slowly, as though it was a fault he expected to be looked down on for. Face burning, he turned away. “I can’t close my eyes anymore without feelin’ watched. I...feel like any privacy I had in my mind was burned away. Now everything is so scarred and open...

“Sometimes I just wish I could be anyone else. I don’t wanna be me. I don’t wanna live like this. But guess I don’t have much of a choice, huh?” Deeply sighing, he opened his eyes, still not looking at Paula. “Dunno how you can be so at peace after everything.”

     IN A HOUSE UP THE HILL NOT TOO DISTANT FROM TWOSON, a parallel situation is met in which Ness sat at a table not at all small for him but, unlike Paula, with no one assisting him — or, better, no one to assist. He was on his own in an empty house ; his mother and his sister went out to shop, something that Ness would’ve gladly assisted with if it wasn’t for the fact that he had to finish an essay. Even his mother insisted that he had to spend some time on books and Ness agreed ; only that it has been a few hours already and he has been literally on books, but that essay was still not done — heck, it was not even half-way done!

     Meanwhile the clock in the living room rushed him to finish but his senses were much too shaken to even write one more word. His leg resumed his tic as he nervously tapped the rubber side of his pencil against the paper. It was perhaps the fiftinth time he read what he had written : those eleven or twelve sentences that, to him, sounded like a masterpiece in the making, while, in truth, one of the kids in the Polestar’s preschool could have done a much better job.

     He decided to contact Paula telepathycally with the hope for distraction and, why not, maybe even inspiration. An innocent call out of boredom   ( or perhaps out of loneliness? )   . Then, the idea of going out slipped out of his mind like oil on glass. It was useless covering his mouth as his words had already traveled to the other in a blink. Paula’s response wasn’t a surprise   ( they’ve been hanging out more frequently lately since then )   , though he thought she was gonna reprimand him for not finishing his homework.

     ‘ Half an hour. ’   she said, and he repeated in his head.   ‘ That had to be — ’   Yes, he really did lean on his chair to look at the kitchen clock, mentally calculating the distance from now to half an hour.   ‘ Sixty cut in half is thirty, so ... uh, okay. Yeah, sure. In half an hour sounds good. ’   oh, wait ... did she hear the calculation too? At this point, Ness wanted to slam his head on the backrest of the chair for the embarrassment.   He will do one thing right today — yes, he will!

     Starting from this essay! He was certain that half an hour was enough time to brainstorm a few words relevant to the topic. Yes, he could picture himself finishing the essay in half an hour — and, to be honest, it was even quite motivating! But one thing stopped this train of thoughts.

Porky:

Send ‘Regress’ to meet Jeff as a little kid - No Longer Accepting

For such a young child, the thick book Jeff is reading looks awfully complex - his small hands struggle to wrap around it, and he has to keep it in his lap because he’s unable to hold it up. To any person unaware of who exactly was reading the book, it’d look like the young boy was just pretending to read, but the way his eyes move (as well as his thoughts) would prove that he could understand the complicated text just fine.

It takes Jeff a minute to notice someone is watching him, and for a second he glances up. The young boy is noticeably underweight, and sickly pale, except for a faint rosiness to his cheeks and the light freckles that dust his face and arms. There’s a sharpness to his ice blue eyes - not yet hidden by glasses - as he looks the other up and down. 

Arrow Lizard chooses your dialogue || @psykld​ || Accepting

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