Descent of Nightmare (Chapter Thirty)
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Chapter Thirty
Shatterscar
Mainframe, Kaldriel. November 13, 2277. Time instance 842N.
It was late when Twelve finally awoke, blinking her eyes open groggily and almost jerking back at the sudden increase of input into her brain. She blinked several times, the quiet click of the shutter on her new left eye instantly annoying her. She sat up, mind spinning and eyes quickly adjusting to everything around her. Notifications appeared along the edges of the vision of her left eye, notifications that she dismissed in favor of turning towards the figure next to her.
Everex grinned. “Hey, you’re up! You look great.”
“This is disorienting,” Twelve said immediately, narrowing her eyes slightly. She tried something- she wasn’t sure what- and her vision zoomed in, making her jerk in surprise and set it back. “Oh, wow,this is really disorienting.”
“It’s probably worse for you,” Everex agreed. “I’ve been adjusting to the new software for the past few hours, but you aren’t even used to basic functions. Here.” He handed her a packet. “Seven left an instruction manual.”
“A what?”
“Apparently it tells you how to use things.” Everex shrugged. “I can’t make heads or tails of it.”
Twelve flipped through the papers and nodded slowly. “They’re written in English,” she said finally, “or at least I think they are. And so are my notifications, dang it. I don’t know what they say.”
Everex cringed. “We probably should have gotten English reading installed or something.”
“Well, we can probably ask someone.” Twelve jumped up onto her feet, grateful that Seven hadn’t modified anything there. She flexed her fingers and quickly decided that the only thing that he’d changed had been her eye, as agreed. She wasn’t too comfortable with all of her limbs and combat systems changing, not all at once, and she’d known the addition of the eye would be disorienting at best and debilitating at worst.
“Someone? Like who?”
“Seven. Hazon. Someone responsible.”
“What passes as responsible around here?”
“Could you two keep it down?” Starren groaned. “I’m dealing with a headache over here. Too much shit going into my brain.”
Twelve stepped over to her and helped her sit up, tapping the side of her head to encourage her to open her eyes. “Come on, Starren. You need to get used to it.”
“I regret everything.”
“No, you don’t.”
“Leave me to suffer.”
“Come on, Starren.” Twelve tugged at her arm and Starren reluctantly got to her feet, opening her eyes and blinking several times.
“You look great, too,” Everex reassured, grinning.
Twelve rolled her eyes. “Don’t let Solace hear you say that.”
“That’s not how I meant it and you know it!”
Twelve laughed at him before leading the way out of the room, in search of someone that could help them out. They had a train to catch, after all, and wasting time wasn’t something that Twelve was particularly fond of.
The eye was disorienting, yes, but she knew she’d get used to it.
~~~
Wingbeats caught Cap’s attention and she turned, recognizing them as belonging to feathered wings. The weight of her rifle on her back was reassuring, but she dismissed any worry of danger as she realized that it was two aven, not angels, that were descending beside her.
These aven were familiar and welcome sight.
“Hawk! Goldtalon!”
“Hello, Cap!” Hawk landed first, folding her wings to her sides and clicking her beak in a smile. “It’s been a long time!”
“It’s been two years, Hawk! Where have you been?”
“Doravia,” Goldtalon said cheerfully. “We’ve been helping rebuild aven society. It’s needed far more work than human society- after all, humans don’t have nearly as many subtypes and traditions as aven do, nor do you cling to your ancestry so tightly.”
“It’s stuffy,” Hawk admitted, “but it’s satisfying to see progress. Anyway, we’re here because Tanadin babbled something about kids?”
“Oh! Um, well, an alien made everyone a kid or two by combining genetics.”
“What.”
“Goldtalon’s is dead but yours is alive. Her name is Nightgale and she’s Zahnra’s as well.”
“What.”
“First flight,” Goldtalon mumbled. “I think Cap’s lost her mind.”
Cap crossed her arms. “I think that too, sometimes, but no, I haven't. I’ve had to come to terms with meeting my own daughter, as well. She runs around in a black trenchcoat with a scythe and I’m happy to say that it’s all Shawn’s fault because she’s his daughter and he’s the edgelord, not me.”
There was a very long pause.
“I need to meet Nightgale,” Hawk said finally. Her voice was quiet and her eyes rolled with unreadable emotions. “Do you know where she is?”
Cap nodded. “I’ll take you to her. Come on.” She reoriented herself and led the way, the clicks of talons telling her that the two aven were following.
She had no idea how Hawk and Nightgale would react to each other, nor how the other labkids would feel about Goldtalon. From what she’d heard about Meria, she looked an awful lot like him, and a lot of the labkids missed her dearly. Cap shuddered trying to imagine how they would have survived the revolution without Scara, and she knew that she would have lost quiet a few friends if Scara had met her end early.
She walked faster, trying to leave the dark thoughts behind her, but she had never been good at losing lingering presences.
She pushed her way into the building, holding the door open for the following aven and immediately running into Gyrad on his way out of the lobby. He stopped walking and looked at them curiously, eyes locking immediately on the aven’s wings.
“What’s wrong with your wings?” he asked immediately.
“Excuse me?” Goldtalon blinked in confusion, spreading his wings slightly.
“Why are they fused with your arms?”
“That’s how aven look, Gyrad,” Cap said, crossing her arms.
“Our aven don’t look like that.”
“Your aven are half human.”
Gyrad opened his mouth to continue arguing but hesitated, realizing she had a point. His eyes slid over to Hawk and he shut his mouth, taking a half-step back and mumbling something under his breath in Dranonic. He pushed past them on his way out the door and vanished down the street.
“Who was that?” Hawk asked, turning to watch him go.
“Gyrad Fan,” Cap said tiredly. “An exhausting human being. I haven’t spoken to Nightgale much so let’s hope she’s better.” She led the way to the elevator and moved to let them follow her in, pushing the number for the labkids’ floor and waiting. They stepped out and peered in every open door, looking for-
“Nightgale.” The aven in question looked up at Cap’s voice, eyes immediately locking on her with the stare of a predator. She was in her aven form, for once, and not actively shifted into a werewolf, but Cap knew it was her preferred shape. “Your living parent is here.”
Nightgale got to her feet and stepped forward, hesitantly opening the door to peer out at the two aven looking at her. Her purple eyes locked immediately on Goldtalon and her wings lifted, drawing attention to them and making Hawk’s eyes widen.
“Your wings are different…”
“Meria.” Nightgale stepped right up to Goldtalon, ignoring his personal space, and pressed a talon to his chest. “You look just like Meria.”
He shot Cap a helpless look and she sighed. “I believe Meria was your daughter, Goldtalon. Yours and Scara’s.”
“So, you…” Nightgale slowly turned, leveling her gaze at Hawk. She practically towered over her, the purple tinge of her feathers making them appear almost sharp as she peered down at her. “You must be Hawk Sirius.”
“Yes. I am.” Hawk looked up at her and stood straighter, lifting herself up on her talons and trying hopelessly to stand at eye level. “And you’re Nightgale…?”
“Kerice,” Nightgale finished. “I’m an aven and a werewolf.”
Hawk’s eyes widened. “I didn’t think that was possible.” She clicked her beak in a smile and her eyes brightened. “That’s really cool though.” She held up a hand, palm facing Nightgale, and looked at her expectantly.
Cap recognized this gesture as the aven equivalent of a handshake. If an aven respected you upon first meeting you, they would hold up their hand and expect you to do the same, allowing your talons to touch. An aven that did not respond to this gesture would be seen as snubbing the other, and by Nightgale’s confused head tilt she had no idea what it meant.
“They don’t understand most social constructs,” Cap said quickly. “Especially not culture-specific ones like handshakes or…” The word escaped her. “...that.”
“Oh.” Hawk looked embarrassed and lowered her hand. “Sorry.”
“No, no.” Nightgale reached out and took her hand, raising it back to where it had been. “Teach me. I might not like being here, but I might as well learn what I can. Twelve trusts you guys, and I trust Twelve.”
Hawk shuffled her wings slightly. “Okay. You do the same thing I’m doing and touch talons. It might not work as well because your hand is built differently- you have an extra finger! What do you need four fingers for? But it should work okay.”
“Why do you only have three fingers?” Nightgale fired back, doing as Hawk asked and touching their talons. “I’ve got a sad, lonely talon over here.”
“Here.” Goldtalon reached out and tapped one of his to her extra one, clicking his beak in a smile. “If you get to know Hawk you’ll get to know me, too.”
Cap smiled. “Should I leave you three alone, then?”
Nightgale nodded swiftly, not turning to look at her. “That would be best.”
Cap nodded and stepped around them, heading back down the hallway and leaving the three aven to talk and get to know one another.
~~~
Annihilation’s head snapped up at the sound of someone knocking on the door. She exchanged a look with Deathclaw before calling, “Come in.”
The door swung open, revealing Krassor looking a bit nervous. “Hey. I was, um, wondering if either of you wanted to come train with me? I got a few ideas for magical stuff from things I’ve seen and heard and I want to test them out, and maybe you guys could work some stuff out too? Kallen said he might join us but he’s not sure because he says he’s not really on our tier.” He kicked at the ground nervously, talons flexing into the carpet.
Annihilation raised an eyebrow. “Why are you asking us?”
“Because, uh, I met my dad a few days ago and he said that I should try to make sure that there aren’t any social outcasts in my group and if there were I should be friends with them because it’s no fun being the outside people.” He clicked his beak. “Tanadin also said my mom would want me to be friends with you. And, err, I’ve wanted to, I have, I’ve just been nervous but maybe this could be the start of something good?”
Annihilation and Deathclaw exchanged looks.
“Alright. I’m in.” Annihilation got to her feet. “Why are you nervous about us?”
“Because you’re kinda scary when you’re pissed.”
Annihilation nodded slowly, accepting that, as Deathclaw laughed at her in the back. “I’d rather face a sandwyrm than pissed Anni! Man, you should have seen her when Gyrad grabbed her that one time!”
“I did see that, and that’s why I’m scared.” Krassor clicked his beak and lifted his wings slightly in an approximation of a smile.
“That was my ass,” Annihilation muttered, “and his hand had no business being there.”
“I thought you were going to cut it off.”
“I would have if Twelve hadn’t stopped me.”
“Probably for the best, then,” Krassor said cheerfully. “Should we go get Kallen?”
Annihilation nodded and followed him out of the room, letting him knock on Kallen’s door and drag him along before they all crowded into the elevator. She pulled her wings close to her body, not being a fan of other people brushing against them, and waiting through the tortuous elevator music for the polite ding indicating that they were at the proper floor and the opening of the doors.
They made their way outside and a little ways outside of the city, to a clear area on top of a nearby hill. Annihilation flexed her wings in the cool air and waited for Krassor to set magical shields on everyone, weak things that could be easily put back if broken and mostly kept them from getting life-threatening wounds when they went up against each other. Kallen’s hand spun and clicked nervously as Krassor distributed shields.
“It’s unpleasant,” he mumbled when Krassor got to him.
“C’mon, Kal, it’s not that bad.”
“It is that bad.”
“It’s just a tingle.”
“You’re not missing a hand! That tingle hurts like hell!” He yelped as the shield spread over him and crossed his arms, glaring.
“You’re overdramatic,” Deathclaw decided, clicking his claws against the ground and raising his hands in a ready stance. “I’m going first. Who wants to fight me?”
Kallen took a step back and Annihilation shook her head.
“I’ll do it,” Krassor volunteered, spreading his wings and readying his hands. He adjusted his hat and clicked his beak. “Are you ready?”
“Yep.”
“Anni, could you give us a countdown?”
She grinned. “Three… two… one… FIGHT!”
Deathclaw, predictably, threw himself forward, claws out and jaws open. Krassor took off, straight up into the air, and pulled himself into a hover, pulling arcane magic into his talons. Deathclaw turned and leaped again, using his wings for extra leverage, and Krassor swung his hand, a whiplike form of purple-pink magic appeared from his talons and knocking Deathclaw aside and to the ground.
Deathclaw got back to his feet and growled, flaring his wings in annoyance. “I hate when you do that!”
“Then stop jumping at me!” Krassor put his hands together and started focusing magic, more than Annihilation had ever seen him focus before. His eyes narrowed and his wings beat in an even pattern, more even than she’s heard. Deathclaw didn’t move, didn’t attack, just watched, tense.
Krassor’s eyes lit up, almost like a grin, and he unleashed the energy.
A beam of arcane energy shot from his hands, missing Deathclaw by inches as he leaped out of the way. It seared a gash in the ground and filled the air with the smell of burning grass and overheated dirt, making Annihilation growl and cover her nose. Deathclaw looked annoyed and a little offended, as well. His nose was even better than hers, so she didn’t envy him.
“You could have killed me!”
“The shield would have protected you!”
“You douche!” Blue energy built in Deathclaw’s mouth for only a second before he fired, launching a foot-long spike of ice in Krassor’s direction. He yelped as it struck him right in the chest, shattering the shield and throwing him to the ground.
Deathclaw grinned in victory as Krassor pulled himself out of the dirt.
“That spell took a lot more out of me than I thought it would,” he admitted, “but it was damn cool.”
“You still lost,” Deathclaw pointed out, folding his wings against his back.
“I prefer to think of it as getting shot while I was talking. I want a rematch.”
“No, no.” Annihilation gently pushed him aside. “It’s my turn. You can fight him again later.” She raised her claws and grinned at Deathclaw, who matched her expression and raised the claws on his feet.
“You’re so going down.”
“That’s not what our last three sparring matches say,” Annihilation grinned wider at the flash of annoyance in his eyes.
“You two are so competitive,” Kallen complained. “Just beat the shit out of each other and call it a day.”
“I’m only competitive when people think they’re better than I am,” Deathclaw protested.
Annihilation rolled her eyes. “Blatantly untrue. Give us a countdown, Krassor.”
“Three!”
Annihilation spread her wings.
“Two!”
Annihilation flexed her claws.
“One!”
Annihilation bent her legs.
“FIGHT!”
She took off, wings beating a desperate pattern against time as Deathclaw charged her. She circled up, out of the range of his jumps, and encased her wings in ice. She flapped her wings once, twice, three times, sending a barrage of feather-shaped icicles down below. She folded her wings and dove, landing behind Deathclaw as he dodged the ice, and blasted him in the side with fire.
Deathclaw snarled and rolled from the blast, staggering to his feet. Darkness flickered around her and Annihilation quickly sharpened her feathers and held her wings in front of her as shields, feeling the slam of a spike of ‘darkness’ against her wings.
It wasn’t true darkness, but it was the only word she had to describe it. She unsharpened her feathers and took off, knowing that staying in melee with Deathclaw would only lead to her losing.
After another minute of fighting, Kallen shouted “Someone die already!”, making Annihilation laugh enough to miss the ice that Deathclaw sent her way until it was too late. She yelped and swiped at it, making her hand sting and the shield flash but leaving her still in the game.
“Stop trying to fuck me up!”
“Stop trying to win!”
Annihilation rolled her eyes and descended, letting Deathclaw leap at her and circling over and behind him. She fired a bolt of ice into the back of his head, shattering his shield and throwing him to the ground.
Deathclaw groaned as Annihilation landed, glaring at her.
“I hate when you do that.”
“I hate when you shoot at me while I’m laughing,” Annihilation replied, stepped over and judging him with an arm. “But you do it anyways.”
“It’s because I’m an asshole.”
“Yes. Yes you are.”
Deathclaw grinned and nuzzled her shoulder slightly, a friendly gesture amongst raptors towards others that they know well.
Kallen’s eyes narrowed and he pointed behind them with his good hand. “Isn’t that your dad, Anni? That looks like your dad.”
Annihilation turned around and spotted the figure that Kallen was indicating. It was indeed Cataclysm, identifiable by the black feathered wings and the familiar figure of Emma walking by his side. Annihilation raised an eyebrow and waited as they approached, noting their quick pace and worried air.
Cataclysm nodded to her in greeting as they drew closer before turning away. “Kallen. Can you see the effects of magic? Like, when you look at something can you tell that it’s magical?”
He nodded. “Yeah, I can.”
“Would you come with us, then? Corvus felt a disturbance, once similar to the one you guys teleporting in caused. We don’t have Nathan around to check it out, Corvus can’t get there quickly as we can’t fly him, and Tac’s out, so…”
“Y-yeah, okay.” His hand spun nervously. “Can someone I know come along?”
“I will,” Annihilation volunteered, perhaps for selfish reasons involving spending more time with her parents. “I could carry you if we’re flying.”
Cataclysm sighed in relief. “Good. That way I don’t have to carry him and leave Emma behind because she’d kill me.”
“You wouldn’t have a dick anymore,” Emma clarified. “I wouldn’t kill you.”
Cataclysm wrapped his wings around himself. “No, you’d kill me before you did that. Because otherwise next time we go to bed, you’d-”
“I’M STOPPING YOU RIGHT THERE! ANNIHILATION IS OUR DAUGHTER AND EVEN IF IT’S THROUGH BULLSHIT SCIENCE I DON'T WANT HER HEARING THIS!” Emma’s face flushed with red and she crossed her arms, refusing to look at Cataclysm as he howled in laughter.
Deathclaw looked between them and Annihilation repeatedly. “No wonder you’re weird,” he muttered. “I guess I’ll stay behind since I can’t fly.”
“We can get out rematch!” Krassor said cheerfully. “And Anni can’t be a party pooper and demand her turn!”
Deathclaw grinned. “You’re right. Get going, Anni, I need to kick his ass again.”
“In your dreams!”
Annihilation rolled her eyes. “We’re ready to go whenever.”
“Good. I wouldn’t want to miss whatever’s happening.” Cataclysm scooped Emma up in his arms, making her yelp in surprise, and spread his wings. “Let’s go.”
“Please don’t drop me,” Kallen muttered, reluctantly stepping over to Annihilation.
She grinned. “No promises.” She picked him up and he clung desperately to her shirt, terror already in his eyes.
“A-actually, maybe we should-”
Annihilation took off, and Cataclysm wasn’t far behind.
~~~
They flew for nearly twenty minutes before the structure they were looking for came into sight. Cataclysm folded his wings and landed, setting Emma down and waiting for Annihilation to land. Emma stretched her limbs and shook her arms to get some feeling back in them- the biting air had done nothing good for her circulation.
Kallen looked displeased, as well, and stepped quickly away from both Calyons as soon as he was on the ground, as if being near them would force him back into the air.
Emma held up a hand for silence when Annihilation drew a breath to speak, picking up on voices. She exchanged a glance with Cataclysm and put a hand on Nightbane, ready to draw it if need be. Cataclysm approached the door, slowly reaching forward and turning the handle.
The voices stopped and, slowly, arm stiff with tension, Cataclysm pulled the door open. He jumped back and spread his wings threateningly, ready to fight if need be.
A growl sounded from within and a man stepped out, spreading his sharpened black feathers in a mimic of Cataclysm, purple eyes blazing.
Emma’s brain did a double take and she blinked several times, trying to register what she was seeing.
The man was about 5’10, far taller than Cataclysm, with identical black feathered wings and blazing purple eyes. Claws extended from his fingertips and he bared his teeth, slightly sharp like Cataclysm’s were.
But his face.
His face was undeniably Clash’s, shaped just like him with his expression twisted to a level of anger and ferocity that Emma had never imagined Clash capable of.
A second person stepped around him, raising her hands defensively. Her fingers were sheathed in icy claws and her green eyes were narrowed, but behind them, deep within, burned a fire that Emma had never seen in anyone except herself and Annihilation. Her brown hair was messy and down to her shoulders, framing a face that held a mixture of fury and sorrow even with the defensive and slightly perplexed expression that it currently held.
The man moved to block her but she pushed past him, snapping something in another language.
“She told him to move and calm down,” Kallen mumbled. “They speak Dranonic. What…”
And then, with Kallen softly translating, Annihilation broke the silence.
“Who are you?”
Both pairs of eyes, purple and green, flicked to look at her.
The girl looked at her, appraised her, and slowly lowered her claws.
"My name is Sylondra Hitedramon. And we're the remnants of the A-team."
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Date: 2017-02-15 01:13 am (UTC)“It’s probably worse for you,” Everex agreed. “I’ve been adjusting to the new software for the past few hours, but you aren’t even used to basic functions. Here.” He handed her a packet. “Seven left an instruction manual.”
“A what?”
“Apparently it tells you how to use things.” Everex shrugged. “I can’t make heads or tails of it.”
Twelve flipped through the papers and nodded slowly. “They’re written in English,” she said finally, “or at least I think they are. And so are my notifications, dang it. I don’t know what they say.”
Everex cringed. “We probably should have gotten English reading installed or something.”
“Well, we can probably ask someone.” Twelve jumped up onto her feet, grateful that Seven hadn’t modified anything there. She flexed her fingers and quickly decided that the only thing that he’d changed had been her eye, as agreed. She wasn’t too comfortable with all of her limbs and combat systems changing, not all at once, and she’d known the addition of the eye would be disorienting at best and debilitating at worst.
“Someone? Like who?”
“Seven. Hazon. Someone responsible.”
“What passes as responsible around here?”
Yeah a language upgrade would have been a good idea. Also I imagine that instruction manual being as thick as a phone book for some reason XD
The question of what passes as responsible is a very good question XD
She had no idea how Hawk and Nightgale would react to each other, nor how the other labkids would feel about Goldtalon. From what she’d heard about Meria, she looked an awful lot like him, and a lot of the labkids missed her dearly. Cap shuddered trying to imagine how they would have survived the revolution without Scara, and she knew that she would have lost quiet a few friends if Scara had met her end early.
I get the feeling that main of the labkids may tear up in shock at seeing Goldtalon.
Awww it's nice to feel appreciated ^^
Also I plan to stay alive as long as possible, its one of the reasons I stay away from the front in battles; I would gladly run around the battlefield healing people but that's a surefire way to get myself killed and then where would everyone be without their healer? Protect the healer in your party XD
“Meria.” Nightgale stepped right up to Goldtalon, ignoring his personal space, and pressed a talon to his chest. “You look just like Meria.”
He shot Cap a helpless look and she sighed. “I believe Meria was your daughter, Goldtalon. Yours and Scara’s.”
Nightgale and Meria were best friends right? I'm glad that Nightgale gets to know one of her parents as well as one of the parents of her best friend.
Cataclysm nodded to her in greeting as they drew closer before turning away. “Kallen. Can you see the effects of magic? Like, when you look at something can you tell that it’s magical?”
He nodded. “Yeah, I can.”
“Would you come with us, then? Corvus felt a disturbance, once similar to the one you guys teleporting in caused. We don’t have Nathan around to check it out, Corvus can’t get there quickly as we can’t fly him, and Tac’s out, so…”
“Y-yeah, okay.” His hand spun nervously. “Can someone I know come along?”
“I will,” Annihilation volunteered, perhaps for selfish reasons involving spending more time with her parents. “I could carry you if we’re flying.”
Cataclysm sighed in relief. “Good. That way I don’t have to carry him and leave Emma behind because she’d kill me.”
“You wouldn’t have a dick anymore,” Emma clarified. “I wouldn’t kill you.”
Cataclysm wrapped his wings around himself. “No, you’d kill me before you did that. Because otherwise next time we go to bed, you’d-”
“I’M STOPPING YOU RIGHT THERE! ANNIHILATION IS OUR DAUGHTER AND EVEN IF IT’S THROUGH BULLSHIT SCIENCE I DON'T WANT HER HEARING THIS!” Emma’s face flushed with red and she crossed her arms, refusing to look at Cataclysm as he howled in laughter.
Like Cataclysm's black angel wings, his genitals are something he suffered to get XP
*pats Emma's shoulder* Well timed Emma. Not in front of the children Cata XP
A growl sounded from within and a man stepped out, spreading his sharpened black feathers in a mimic of Cataclysm, purple eyes blazing.
Emma’s brain did a double take and she blinked several times, trying to register what she was seeing.
The man was about 5’10, far taller than Cataclysm, with identical black feathered wings and blazing purple eyes. Claws extended from his fingertips and he bared his teeth, slightly sharp like Cataclysm’s were.
But his face.
His face was undeniably Clash’s, shaped just like him with his expression twisted to a level of anger and ferocity that Emma had never imagined Clash capable of.
So....other batch of Labkids just landed? And this guy seems like the child of Cata and Clash?
"My name is Sylondra Hitedramon. And we're the remnants of the A-team."
Tana...I think another child of yours just turned up....no idea who the other parent is though....
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Date: 2017-02-15 01:16 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2017-02-15 03:57 am (UTC)Nightgale, through tears: IM SO GLAD YOU LOOK LIKE MY DEAD BEST FRIEND
Cataclysm's NOT GIVING IT UP HE SUFFERED FOR THAT
Shawn Hite. that should... tell you who syl's other parent is. keep track of last names! they're important in my stories!
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Date: 2017-02-15 11:03 pm (UTC)-Observing Anon
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Date: 2017-02-15 11:05 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2017-02-16 01:42 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2017-02-17 02:40 pm (UTC)-Observing Anon
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Date: 2017-02-16 01:44 am (UTC)Nightgale hugs Goldtalon while missing her best friend.
Cata: I WILL FIGHT WHOEVER TRIES TO REMOVE MY GENITALS! I HAD TO SUFFER TO GET THESE!
XD
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Date: 2017-02-16 08:12 pm (UTC)