Me, unhappy to be here - OTA

[memories_of_me]

Me was not pleased to find herself here. She had been offered a room but had refused. Her home, all the home she needed, was shrunk down and in her pocket. Along with all her most important belongings. Save the one she wore around her neck hidden by her shirt.

For those who had not yet met her, she was a bit... interesting to see. Or, rather, her clothing was. Me herself just looked like a short young woman. But the way she was dressed...

It wasn't just the black silk button down with the silver buttons carved in Gallifreyan. The neck of the shirt went up just shy of her chin and down to be tucked into her pleated skirt. The skirt was jet black with silver pleats and two silver buttons at one hip. No, it was mostly the leggings. They were black, darker even than vantablack somehow. It was as though the black was an absence. Over that void black were dots of silver that seemed almost to glow against the darkness of her leggings. They were in a pattern that few would recognize. They were the constellations, the stars and planets that could be seen from Gallifrey in the last years of reality. One by one, slowly, each light went out, in the order the stars and worlds went out as everything ended. The whole thing would take about an hour then the lights would all reappear at once, then the cycle would start again.

The leggings were tucked into silver and black slouch socks. She also had black sneakers with silver laces and rubber. Her hair was in a tight braid down her back held closed with a silver and black scrunchie. She had a small silver and diamond nose stud and diamond earrings, because why not.

She rested a hand over the pocket in her skirt on the far side from the buttons. The Tardis was there, thankfully. She just needed to figure out where to place it until she could leave.

She strode down the road, looking for an empty place to settle, hoping not to see or talk to anyone.

Sadly, she knew what her luck was like...

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[memories_of_me]

"I realized that I inadvertently imbued it with an actual personality of its own. It was... unintended."

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[imjustaman]

"... How do you imbue a pet with a personality?" He quirked an eyebrow. "They should already have their own."

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[memories_of_me]

"Perhaps that is the case with pets that are adopted or found. Mine is a recreation."

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[imjustaman]

"... You made it?" He was stunned by this information. "With science, magic, or something else?" He could create from sheer will alone, if he felt like it.

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[memories_of_me]

"I suppose magic is the closest. It is an application of will power accentuated by long term exposure to a nexus of pure chaos energy, abetted by a tremendous amount of practice."

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[imjustaman]

"I see. Fascinating. Although ... if it takes chaos energy to create it, won't it then be a being of chaos?" He scratched Lucy's thick ruff as he talked.

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[memories_of_me]

"Generally I have been able to control it. This time perhaps I failed to account for the chaos. Whatever the case I am hesitant to simply Unmake it."

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[imjustaman]

"Yes, I understand. A pet, any kind of pet, is special. And Unmaking anything should only be a last resort. I will try to keep Lucy from coming over."

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[memories_of_me]

"Then we shall have few problems. If we are done here?"

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[imjustaman]

Sephiroth nodded. "I can't think of anything else." He stepped back holding Lucy.

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[memories_of_me]

She nodded and stood, her chair vanishing behind her. "Then hopefully this will be the last we speak to each other."

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[imjustaman]

"I will not bother you unless there's an emergency," Sephiroth promised. Such as if someone goes missing and he has to ask everywhere if they've been seen.

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[memories_of_me]

"Even then, refrain."

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[imjustaman]

Sephiroth grunted in a bit of annoyance at that. "If someone is missing, I will need to look everywhere for them," he said. "Or on the off-chance that something like a wildfire happens, you might be right in its path."

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[memories_of_me]

"I am unafraid of fire. My home and I will survive. As to someone missing. The only way I might be involved is of they needed to be missing, which would mean not speaking to me would only save me the effort of lying or save you the frustration if I do not."

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[imjustaman]

Sephiroth was growing further irritated by now, but kept his voice even. "Nevertheless, I will be around in such a case. Particularly if I have reason to believe you might decide to take it upon yourself to do away with someone." Which was what her words sounded like she was capable of.

[memories_of_me]

"Do you seriously think that you could stop me?" she asked, a brow raising. "If no one bothers me, I have no cause to end anyone. But even if I did, I highly doubt there is anyone here who could stop me."

She wouldn't. She had left an entire reality because the temptation to Unmake someone had been so strong. She left the closest thing she'd cobbled together to a home as she could have managed. She left the few people she had come to care about rather than Unmaking Rose. But she did not admit it, and would not admit it. Not to him, not to anyone.

It was better if they all thought her a monster. If they all stayed away.

It would hurt less when they vanished if she never cared in the first place. So she'd make it impossible to care about them by making them hate her, if she must. She'd done it before.

[imjustaman]

"Quite frankly, I believe I could," he replied. "Or at least, that I would stand a greater chance of it than most." While he recognized he wasn't a god, he knew he had some very incredible, reality-bending powers. And although he was normally still reeling and unsure of himself at this point, he would present himself as the danger he knew he could be.

[memories_of_me]

"If you try to kill me, do try to be interesting about it at least. Are you going to try now? Or are we going our own separate ways hopefully never to cross paths again?"

[imjustaman]

"I have no reason to try now," he replied. "I am taking Lucy home."

And probably starting a new round of trying to figure out how to open the portals and get these people out of here.

[memories_of_me]

"Very well. Please take this the wrong way, I hope to never see you again," she said, heading for the fence to resume crafting it.

[imjustaman]

"So do I, quite frankly," he retorted, and walked off with Lucy.

Thank you for the thread!

[memories_of_me]

She glanced back, to make sure he truly was leaving before allowing herself to breathe, relieved. Weirdly she almost missed Li...no. She didn't miss him, she wouldn't care. He was probably dead already anyway given his recklessness.