Loa Blood

Valous

IC: I moved around the city thorghly convinced I could not find him now. I moved my remote senses past cafee and I spoted the light bounceing off his skin.

I had found him but still after going threw this travel I knew I couldn't speak to him. But I had to do something. I bended the light in the form of a white skined girl and pointed towards my home. Then I mouth with out sound "Find me please" and at that my powers were gone.

I wasin my crib with only more normal senses and a slight head ache. I was mroe careful this time and hopefully my power will return sooner.
 
loki had jumped out of his seat,sending a chair tumbling loudly across the ground,reaching out towards the vision before it snuffed out,leqaving him alone as people stared at him.He blushed brightly and lifted his chair and set it right,asking for the bill,paying,and taking the rest of his food ina small paper bag,hurrying out of the cafe,looking around until he caught the beacon again.there had to be some reason for this,besides,it wasnt like he had any money to do anything here anyway.
 
Argopolis

Loki follows the floating beacon, visible to his eyes only, to a qiet resdential suburb on a hil overlooking the city. The large, modern home is set in a street of nearly identical houses, shaded by tall pines. Loki detects minimal security systems in the house, and knows he could easily bypass them. There is a small electric car in the driveway, and he lights in the house are on. Whoever lives here, they are clearly home.
 
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Valous

IC: I had felt considerable time had gone by and now would be wise to check on the white one. I pushed out my senses to see where he was, and to my suprise I found him right outside. I formed my visual self once more on the roof of the house jsut outside my window. I then waved at him to come ehre until I was sure he saw it, and then I made my form disapear once more.
 
Roza spent the next few evenings working on her routine. She pushed the thoughts of what had happened that evening from her mind.. there was more securty around the greenhouse.. more so than was there prior to the attack..

She didnt really know what to think of it. She simply immersed herself into her dancing, and that made her even more quiet than she normally was. It was the one thing which made her feel good. Made her life have light. In it she could lose what ever was bothering her.

This evening her heart just couldnt take it anymore, her dancing had physically exhausted her, adn she didnt feel like continuing, she couldnt forget.. Waving to Symphony to stop, hoping he didnt notice her oddity lately.. she left the new practice hall, walking towards her room, her thoughts wandered.. When she was younger she so badly wished for someone to adopt her.. when she grew older, she knew it was because she was different. maybe it was because they knew she was tainted .. she forced a smile and nodded to the guards by her door and shut the door closed behind her. She wiped a silent tear that had slipped from her eye making a trail down her cheek.

Going through her evening routine, she got ready for her bed. Once again gracious that Symphony had to roam around with MAdame HAss and not her. She wasnt much of a people person.. Slipping into her red nightie, she snuggled under the covers and went to bed.

At least she had somewhere she could stay. she didnt really understand what Madame Hass was saying about the heirs of Loa and all.. heck she didnt even know she had loa in her .. until a few weeks ago when she first performed at the greenhouse. No wonder.. she got hired here.

Well now that she was in a contract for the performance, she would have to stay, besides, after this, she could leave again, where she had no idea, but she hoped it would be somewhere where there wasnt a lot of violence...
 
Loki struggled through the busshes,crawlign and scrambling to get opver them,avoiding teh thin red beams that jumped so clearly ito his head.Once he stumbled and soemthing blurred in his head,bending the security beam,breaking it until he could scramble out of the way.He finally got to the side of the building and looked up,blinking,giving an expression of "How the Hell Do i Get Up there!"..The vision beckoned again and he sighed,grasping the wooden wall,pulling himnself up,the wall giving handholds for him to scramble up the walls side,not even looking down,grippign the roof,pulling himself voer wiht a grunt and laying there panting,getting a breather.

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Symphony
Symphony woke early the next day,excusing himself from Madam Hass at breakfast to wander up towards Roza's room,knocking gnetly."Roza?are you awake yet?Id like to talk with you if you dont mind?"
He had felt a little odd,as if somethign wasnt right during there practice yesterday.She seemed...out of tune for some reason,it was like is music slipepd like it always did around ehr dancing form,but was rebuffed a bit,or at least jarred slightly.Oh it wasnt noticeble except to him.to the guards it was still the same,but ti was if her foot would land jussst There ,instead of There .Her body would move just So,instead of the Right way.He sighed again and knocked a little Louder."Roza?"
 
Hearing the knocking on the Roza snuggled further into her bed. She simply was not ready to get up, until she heard symphony's voice, he wanted to talk to her... Groaning she slipped from her bed and padded over to the door, one of her straps fell of her shoulder and her hair, was not what you would call happy to see the sunshine, running her fingers through it, she opened the door adn motioned for symphony to come in..

"What was it that you wanted to speak about..."
 
Valous and Nia

IC: Valous: He is so very close, soon he'll see me and then we can talk. Soon I can satify my knowledge.

IC: Nia: I slipped on a red dress. Today was the concert at madame hiss' home. I'm going to go and ask Otto for my favor and once thats out of the way I'll sit back and enjoy the show.
 
Symphony smiled gently at Roza."did i wake you?forgive me."He stepped into the room,placing a bubble of masking sound voer them,so that to anyone else they would only hear basic chatter.
"Lately i have notice that something is...off with you.No no dont think im insulting you i promise im not!.It just seems that your a bit.....how do i say...out of tune,your not as fluid as you were before.I just wanted to see if there was anything i could help you with."

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Loki scrabbled across the roof,blinking and looking around,wondering where to go now?
 
Valous

IC: I kept my remote senses on him as he reached the top of the home. I watched waiting for him to move toward my window and see me there in my crib, but he didn't move. He stood still as if unable to decide what to do next. I waited for what seemed like an eternity waiting for him to do anything but stand there and look around. I must know why I am here!
 
Roza widened her eyes a bit.. she hadnt realized that Symphony would be able to pick up on her moods just by her dancing. she supposed it was because of his ability that was gifted by loa.

Unsure of really what to say she simply said, " I am just feeling a bit lost is all .. nothing more." She walked over to her table where she kept her water and poured herself a glass then drank it down, smiling softly she said, "Are you ready for the concert tonight... I believe its going to be the best I have ever done... Thank you for the opportunity to work with you... " She couldnt help it .. she was excited for the concert perhaps htat was what she needed to help get her hopes up.

"I got my costume from Madame Hass.. its beautiful.. " She walked over to her closet and took out her outift for this evening. SHowing it to him and then raising her eyebrows up and down and then winking at him.. she continued "I must say its a bit more revealing than I expected, but its beautiful none the less.. it will look magnificent with my coloring ... what do you think?"

The outfit was simliar to her last one except there was no veil underneath the bodice portion. instead there were gold beads that hung below it. The pantaloons were replaced with a skirt and each veil was outlined with gold lining. As well at the veils that go into her face. There were no sleeves and no shoulder straps to the bodice .. it tied in the bag with just a string. also lined with god fabric.
 
OOC: God, RL is a drag

IC:
Leos: He didn't budge as the heavy fist connected with his face. A tear came to his eye, but that was all. He did stagger when the hammer landed across his shoulder, falling to the ground. His father stood above him, clutching the hammer in one hand, his breath reeking of cheap alchohol. The boy gasped as a boot went into his side. "When I tell ya to ger'off the T.V., I goddamn mean it. Just because you all big and bad for a kid don't mean you can stop lissening." The man hit the boy across the head with the hammer once more, then turned, stalking out the door, slamming it heavily. Leos sunk into darkness, his mind barely comprehending.

Dan(Evil): There was darkness for several moments, as he beat the others back with relative ease. They were never a match for him. Especially the upstart who went by his own name. As he came into control of the body, he felt a euphoria. His future self hadn't lied. He had been transformed. He could feel it. His body was larger, more powerful. The metal was under his control now, and he could mold it as he wished. A tail had emerged as well, long and prehensile. Spikes now grew from every open area on his body, and he could feel a new heat surge through his blood. It seems that his powers had grown as well. He pushed his arm up, hearing the tear of the orange puffballs as they fell away from him. The other arm came next. It took several minutes, however, before he was able to clean them from his body. As he stood, he felt new sensations. His senses were more in tune now as well. He could hear the heartbeats of the forest creatures, he could tast the stale, dank air, smell the spilled blood somewhere in the next clearing, feel every individual gust of wind brush against him. He gasped, the new sensation washing him under. His new height, the new muscles on his body, all reinforced the image of perfection already grafted into his mind. He walked, slowly, legs creaking, the muscles there unused for months, slowly making his way from the forest, unhindered and unmolested. That brought a sense of triumph to him. That not even the mighty forest dared stop him. In his mind, new delusions of power dwelled, and he soaked them in steadily. Before long, he had made it to the spot, where he, months before, had tried to destroy himself. He cracked his neck, a brief gesture, but one that he found comforting. Dan looked all around him. He may be transformed, but he still had no way off of the island. For long, at least. He began thinking immediately. He would need a way out. He could not be trapped here for eternity. His dreams would come to fruition. It was simply a matter of time. He let out a short chuckle, before rearing his head back and letting out a terrible roar. "Let the world fear, for once more, the Crusher walks the ground!"
 
Symphony
Symphony stared for a moment,even He wasnt that inhuman...anyhow..
"Very Daring Miss Roza,though i must say ou wear it well,to put it mildly."He smiled playfully.
"and to answer your other question,i think the concert will be perfect"He waved his hand almsot distractedly,and a bubble of silence snapped up aorund them,making anyone or thing listening in to their converstion only hear a soft murmer of polite discussion.
"Oh..and Miss Roza?have you thought what youd liek to do once we leave Madam Hass?...Now now don jump or look suprised Miss Roza,i have this conversation hidden from..detection.I would like to be able to leave shortly after the concert,if it is alright wiht you."He favored her an amused glance."what?did you think i forgot and i just adore spending almsot every waking moment in Madam's presence?,please i am not that base."He chuckled softly,stadning and getting his own glass,his speech unhindered,still sounding as if he was right in front of her.
His cell phone rang,and he motioned a hand to forstill her reply."forgive me Miss,if i may?"he asked politely,unflipping it and standing,turnign awya from her for a moment."ahhh Doctor,so good to hear from you again,is everything ready?good,we will be planning to leave soon after the concert.ahh good yes...very good......yes?,oh of course i am sure it will work,dont worry,...yes yes its all taken care of,now i msut go,goodbye"he smiled and folded the phone,slipping into his seat."forgive me Miss Roza,i was just amking final plans for our departure from under Madam Hass."
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Loki

also...
Loki looekd aorund,cofnused,then walked around for a few moments aimlessly."now what do i do!"he muttered under hsi breath,trudging around,blinking softly,htough crouching a bit so no one on teh ground would be abel to see him.
 
Roza's eyes widened she had totally forgot about the fact that Smyphony had wnated to leave as well. Her breathing hitched a bit out of nervousness but then smiled, "I suppose we can discus the finer detals of this departure then when the concert is over.."

They talked a bit more and then decided to prepare and ready themselves for the evening concert.

Roza was extremely excited about the concert, she would be able to leave... but then she thought where would she go?? She hook her head she didnt want to think about that now.

SHe bathed and slowly took out her khol and painted her eyes.. and pouged her lips and then glossed them over so they looked wet

handling each piece of her costume delicately she began to ready herself..
 
Valous

IC: Is he coming? He's just sitting there? Why is he just siting there not moviing? Why? Is he going to leave me? What the hell is he doing!

I had to speak to him again. I had to do something, anything to get his atention. So I quickly formed my alter image and made it jump in threw the window to where I was. Then disapeared. Wait the window is closed is that his problem? Maybe he is afraid to damage it or remove the screen, perhaps I should try and open it for him, but how do I take off the screen?
 
Bridges

The night of Hass' party finally arrives.

The foreign delegates drom Svetla arrived last night. They leave tomorrow for Argopolis to meet with the Chairman of Argo. But tonight they will enjoy the famous hospitality of Bridges, city of sin, and it's most notorious hostess, the Cold Blood gangster, Madame Hass.

As dusk falls, rows of limousines deliver the rich and famous guests to Hass' greenhouse (recently remodeled). Argon police stand guard around the building, and Hass' ninja watch from every shadow as the Svetlan delegates emerge from their car and approach the building.

There are two Svetlan ambassadors in long formal gowns, and a noble lady of one of the complicatted Svetlan tribal groupings. The three delegates are escorted by twice as many bodyguards, large, muscular men in dark suits and sunglasses. The whole party have the distinctive blood-red skin and hair of Svetlanders. The noble lady, Mother Tifah, wears a large green stone at her throat, too dark for an emerald.

The Svetlan party mingles with Hass' other guests, mostly Argon politicians and pop stars, and Sejealan crime bossses. Otto kisses Mother Tifah's hand. The large central atrium is filled with rich and powerful people. Hass makes a late and dramatic entrance in a slinky green backless evening gown and long gloves, her snake coiled about her shoulders.

The lights dim for the performance.
 
Dracon Island

The Crusher roars it's challenge to the island, and the nearby forest writhes in anticipation. Overhead, and miles away, a long, weaselish thing hears the roar and changes course, flying in low toward the forest to investigate. Charged particles hum and dance in the ionized air around the massive creature, as it focusses three of it's eyes on the metalic man-monster below.

Before the thing can reach the Crusher, a violet unicorn emerges from the forest. The delicate-looking beast appears to be caved, or grown, from solid amethyst.

"Hail friend!" The unicorn's voice is a subsonic pulse the Crusher feels in it's metal skin.

"You slumbered and now you have woken. You are risen mightier even than before. Come let me guide you to the crystal spire, and you shall be granted an audience with her shining majesty, the Purple Princess."

Beyond the unicorn, miles deep into the forest-creature, the violet tower pierces the air, standing out in sharp contrast against Drracon Island's shimmering grey force field sky.
 
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When the Lights dimmed Roza took her position in the center of the hall. Her hands were interwined withing each other above her head.

When symphony started with his music she began with her dance, each note was enhanced by her body movements. It was as if Smyphony and Roza made sound have movement.. You could almost physically feel the sound, and be lulled by it when watching Roza dance.

Each twirl of her body accentuated with the sounds made by symphony, was mesmorizing to the audience. The costume she had made was different from her last in that the last time she had veils tied to her hair , this time she had one long sheer crimson scarf that was lined with gold, accentuating her luscious body.

She would manipulate the scarf in ways wrapping it around her body creating a veil to cover her entire body, and then twirling it again so it just covered the lower half of her face, and all the audience could see was her khol covered eyes, then twirling it once more so that she could hang it from a pin that was invisible in the binky blackness of her hair, there is hung down the curve of her back.

She then used finger symbols chiming them with the sound complimenting the sounds that Symphony created. Her body moved like water, so fluid so full of grace. The sheer movements of her body created pure seduction of any who watched.

Using some of the similiar dance movements from her last performance, she altered them a bit. Arching her back it looked as if she was almost bending in half so one would compare her body to that of a large wave of water.. raising her hands and creating intricate designs with her arms making it look as if her create waves themselves.

Standing back up, she picked up another prop of her a large scimitar, first dancing with the scarbard, and then hinting at taking it out, almost teasing the audience, giving the illusion that her body too wants to shed its "scabbard." Her hips again with each beat moves as though they were completely in tune with the Music that Symphony created.

THe sounds enveloping Rozas body like a blanket. She could almost feel the movement of sound entertwining with her enticing form. Finally ROza pulls the scimitar out of the scarbbar completely and tosses it to the floor, making her body look like ripples moving up and down her form, she dances with the sword.

SLowly she lets go of the sword and makes her way entrancing everyone that watches her. The skirt of her costume, mbeing made up of veil give the audience ample viel of her long golden shapely legs, as she makes her way arund the room with the seductive moves that her body makes, while still being able to balance the sword on top of her head.

She moves her body, in circles around and imaginary pole running through the center of her body, accentuating each movement as though it was most especially for the enhancement of the move and step itself.

She floats to the center of the room again and like waves tumbling down she floats down to her knees and continues to balance the sword on top of her head. She arches her back and fall just barely six inches from teh ground then comes back up to her kneeling position

Leaning forward so that anyone in front of her can see all that her body offers distracting the audience she grabs the scabbard once more to slip it back onto the scimitar.

She ends by wraping the scarf around her body, once more creating the curtain effect once more, like she had ended her last performance.
 
Symphony had walked out first,taking a seat behind a large pile of metal stands and poles and shapes,designed for him alone.He raised a small blindfold and covered his eyes with them,senses reaching out,hearing every sound,every word eerie intake of breath,even the heartbeats of those assembled.He heard Roza step out on to the stage and his music started slowly,rising up like a sleeping animal,looming like a huge wave on the stage,following Roza as she stepped into her dance,the wave crashing down,flowing across the audience and all around,charming them,soothing them,embracing them before sucking back in like the tide,flowing up around Roza like millions of strands of thread,gathering to her hand,her body,spreading across the scar.crisscrossing in a hypnotic pattern.each movement was perfect,each sound was beautiful,anyone and everything around them was entranced,open mouthed,unable to help themselves,the sound permeating through walls,headphones,glass,Stone,steel,mortar,wood.it crashed again,surrounding and enveloping Roza,twirling round her in a lovers embrace,capturing her talent,raising her up on the wave,twining about her movements like a multitude of bright serpents,there eyes staring rainbow colored a the audience,entrancing,ensnaring the crowd,driving them into obedience,freezing them with their gaze as Roza spun and twirled.
Then..a sound,the whole world seemed silent,hushed as the long,slow hiss as the scimitar cleared the sheath,and as it did the rush of sound came back,literally rocking the crowd on their feets as it came back full force,sparks of sound spiking the blade of the sword madly,making a dull,humming noise as it swung,adding an underscore to the music as a whole.She danced and danced and music went on and on and on never stopping changing,fluctuating,undulating with every movement as she spun and stopped breathlessly on the edge of the strange,the sound abruptly cutting off as the sword snapped aback into its sheath,a faint tinkling music writhing and squirming through the crowd as the scarf spun and covered Roza,ending the performance,leaving a stunned and still crowd.
 
Crusher:
He paused for a moment. This thing knew him? It wanted him to follow? Very well, it hailed him as friend, so he would heed its words. "Aye, I'll follow. As we venture, tell me of this Purple Princess. At least as much as you can", Dan said.
 
Leos rose slowly, making his way to the small cot that served as his bed. As he lay, he thought of the past. At first his family had been an ideal one. He had almost everything he wanted, and they were loving parents. Pretty soon, however, he began to grow. He was huge, impossibly muscular for someone of his age. The growth brought its problems. He required food on a gargantuan scale. Fairly soon, his mom had to take a job as a prostitute just to keep him fed. For the obvious reasons, her husband disagreed with her choice. But the fact remained that she did not have any true skills, and in a mining town, there are few employment opportunities. Soon, the stress got to Leos's father, who was then fired from his job. Not long after, his mom had to begin working the day around. Her husband steadily turned to drink to solve his problems for him. Now, he was drunk for most of the day, and tended to take it out on his loving wife. But, Leos learned quickly that by doing very specific things that his father hated, his father would take his stress and anger out on the boy. Even now, after several years of this, Leos still could not comprehend why exactly his father drank, or why he took out his grief on his family. In fact, the constant beatings weren't exactly helping the already slow child. This had been one of the lighter beatings. It was fairly short, and his father had only used the hammer for a few swings. A thought came to the child. Since the beating was fairly short, his father might still be angry. Leos stood, going to the door and opening it. "What the fuck did I tell ya? Why the hell r'ya out the room?" The boy's dulled eyes reflected the image of his father running at him, hammer already in mid-swing.
 
Nia

IC: I stepped out of the car. Dani began to drive off rather quickly, possibly because she had a date or something along those lines, and also probably mad that she wasn't invited to preform at the second showing of Symphony. He seems to be doing well despite his tarnished honor, as I here it he started off saleing illegal sound systems and such. Well if that is the case he certainly has moved on, just as i must do.

Otto waved to me and caught my attention. He already was about greeting the crowd. Although I felt he greeted me with a more earnest passion then he did the others. I still haven't figured out his connection to madame Hass, beyond that there was one. It made me wonder if I should ask.

It wasn't long before Otto and I moved up to the balcony, to watch the show. The stage was set up with monoliths of metal, that I assumed were used some how to aid in sounds. One couldn't avoid coming to a realization that the show was going to be good before it even began.

A lone figure walked out and took his place among the metal in the foreground and then a single girl dressed in pink, came out and stood center stage. There was a lot of silence and stillness in the air, and I could almost feel it falling down and clinging on the entire audience.

There was a single note made by the Symphony and then they were off. The girl moved seemly to toss around sounds and make them visible with in the air. They began to swirl and drift about painting a picture with subtle graceful strokes. A silver swirl seemed to form before me, and then it was joined by another in my mind, after that the same note played and a third joined and more continued to join until you had a set of these silver clouds, and then the music trailed off as the dancers veil made a swift turn placing a green stem on the silver clouds, forming a flower drifting in the breeze, made by the flaps of the girls scarf.

The girl taped her fingers in a bell like tone and the shock wave tore the flower into two and as the petals drifted to the ground I found myself seeing a swing. My legs dangled freely on it as the notes could play. A soft note was hit and I found the image of myself moving into better view a handsome young boy of maybe five was on my lap happily swinging along with his mother.

Otto walked into view along with a fair skin girl no older then the boy, he carried with him the silver bloom of the past. The image smiled with a simple curve. The dancer moved her hand and the page turned to a field of soft flowers in which Otto and I layed softly, off before us the children played happily running about and yet never damaging a single flower, something of this beauty simply can't be damaged.

The girl seethed her sword and the slow and subtle action caused golden drops of dew to fall upon us in the field. The world turned and there was the same original silver petaled flower safe and unharmed, and dripping with a soft golden dew. The sound trailed off, and the girl vealed herself once more, and then the performance was over, but still strong in ones mind were the images it stirred.
 
Nikki and Mark stepped out of the car gracefully smilling at anyone who glanced there way. Mark had managed with all the killer bee influence to get invitations. As far as everyone knew Nikki was merely his floozy for the night. Very few knew about the Queen bee and no one except the Killer Bees themselves knew what she looked like. Together Mark and her strode into Hass's party fully prepared to gather information with micro recorders that were near impossible to detect or find.
 
Bridges

Mark and Nikki have carefully disguised their Aralian silver hair to Sejealan black (and of course, to cover Mark's Killer Bee tatoo). A few people is the room murmer that she looks familiar, from TV maybe, but the same can be said for half of the guests here.

Otto glides towards Nikki and Mark, offering his hand to each of them. Otto is older than Mark, less fit, face more lined, smile wider and eyes more guarded, they appear as the mirror images they are in their dark Sejealan cut suits. They both have the look of hardened criminals.

"So pleased you could both join us. You look stunning, my dear." Otto greets the two undercover Killer Bees. "I am Otto Sark."

Mark returns the firm handshake and level stare. "It is my pleaseure to meet you mr. Sark. My name is Tam Jett."

Otto's mind raced behind his smiling features. "Jett . . . I don't believe I know the name. What business are you in, Mr. Jett?"

"I represent one of the eastern shipping conglommerates. We've greatly enjoyed doing business with Madame Hass."

"Ah, yes, and which conglommerate was it - Nia! Please excuse me." Otto disengages from the couple to wecome Nia. He takes her hand in both of his and kisses it warmly. Mark and Nikki disappear in the crowd.

Otto escorts Nia to the upstairs balcony while Nikki and Mark mingle. Their micro-recorders capture the high society crowd of politicians, film stars, and shipping magnates, discussing real estate, cocaine, and the local ungerground Gifted fighting circuit.

When the llights dim, and the music begns, Nikki is instantly aware that the performers are using Loa Gifts to affect the crowd's minds. The entire audience watches as if in a trance. Mark's eyes follow the dancing girl like a laser tracker. Even Hass seems far away, her head moving to the music like a charmed snake. Even with her mental Gifts and experience, Nikki has to struggle to stay focused. The music pools around her, slowing her, as though she were moving through honey.

Nikki sees a huge Sejealan man step from the shadows beside the stage. Broad shoulders, thick neck, long black hair tied back in a single braid. He wears a formal suit of drak green silk, like most of the men in the room. He moves through the crowd with feline grace improbable for someone of his size and power. As the rest of the room stands transfixed by the music, he steps between the Svetlan delegation's guards, and swiftly removes the green stone from Mother Tifah's necklace.

The huge man looks around him as he walks away from the Svetlanders, pocketing the gem. His green eyes meet Nikki's and he pauses, staring at her. Then he continues walking, and is across the room and back among the shadows before the music stops.

Nikki knows she caught the whole thing on microrecorder.
 
Nia

IC: There is only one thing holding me back from the world I want. From a life with some honor, and that is the Crusher. Even now I find it difficult to sleep with out knowing of my family. My family which one, then one I lost due to the island or the one the Crusher forced onto me.

"Otto about that favor." Otto glanced over to me seemingly surprised at my timing. "I've carefully considered what I want. And what I want is my honor back. Still I can't do that, not alone, not now. When we first met I was with child, and those children were forced upon me. I can't forget this dishonor, nor hide it. The only way I can undo the harm is by removing the monster. My favor is a future full of honor, and to get it, I must have the Crusher suffer."

I glanced over at him once more, a tear starting to form upon my eye. I was completely humiliated by the crusher and now I had to take revenge. It is the only way to redeem myself, for my family.
 
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