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 Posted: Wed Apr 13, 2011 12:23 pm
A lone figure sat on a large log near the water's edge, not close enough to risk getting wet. It was still too cold outside to risk dressing down, or she would have worn a bathing suit under a sundress. If the current mood hanging in the air left her with any desire to get in the water. It could distract her for a while, but not get rid of the tension surrounding her.
It had only been a few days since the strange Pokemon's attack. It had disappeared as quickly and without warning as it had appeared. Prisca half hoped it had moved on to some place else. That other creature in the sky it had chased after also wasn't familiar to her. The way those two jewels glistened in the sun reminded her of something. Since it didn't prove to be a threat at the moment, she wasn't worrying about it. If it was what she thought it was, there shouldn't be any reason to worry. Right?
She watched the waves a moment, stretching out her legs and crossing them at the ankle. Since the incident with the lab, this was the first day off she had. It was fine with her. Emotions needed time to settle down, first. It had also given her enough to think on her own what must have went on inside the other Mewtwo's head. Having a different DNA makeup, she saw nothing wrong with giving the new experiment a chance. Everyone changed. Xero had, so why not it, too?
Of course, she wanted a chance to explain her reasons and not lose the only friend she'd had since her time with the scientist. So she had sent him a note by regular mail, to ensure he didn't feel her presence. Now was just the wait to see if he felt her explanation was deserving of his attention.
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Posted: Fri Apr 15, 2011 11:33 pm
In those few days after the dreadful event Xero had isolated himself from anyone else. He stopped walking the streets in search of his friend and he made not attempt to contact Prisca. He spent most of those days either at home in his room or high above the city or on the beach to find more rocks as target practice. The letter that Prisca had sent still sat un-opened in the mail box.
The voices in his sleep only grew worse, saying things he wish he had not heard. Things he wish he could forget. It was under his skin constantly whittling away at his patients making him irritable to almost anything. Something within him was enjoying the anger, the thrill of attacking, anything just to see it destroyed.
Xero took a long look at himself in the mirror. The monster looking back at him almost a different being, yet the same. It was odd and strangely difficult to look away from.
-It is in your blood-
Xero teleported away before he could even look away from the mirror. Despite everything that had been going on, something deeper within him felt something was wrong.
When he reappeared he found himself just at the other end of the beach quite a ways from Prisca. His mind too distracted to notice her presence other than a small p***k at his mind. He stood with fists clenched tightly watching the waves come in and out. Something was slipping, ready to erupt at any moment, he could feel it. Just not understand it.
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Posted: Wed Apr 20, 2011 10:46 am
The woman on the log bent down to brush stray sand off the sides of her brown gown. The Krabby that had kicked up the little spray of tiny rocks ducked back into the waves, clinging to the wet sand at its feet when the water rushed towards it. She wasn't sure what it was looking for in the sand, but it must not have found it. It went back to the ocean empty-handed. If only it wasn't still so cold. She would have gladly followed it into the water. A dip right about now would be a welcome treat, for it was getting late in the day. She wasn't sure by how much the time had gone over what she wrote in the letter. Apparently just a meet at the ocean wasn't going to cut it.
With a disappointed sigh, Prisca pulled up the bundle at the edge of the log and got to her feet. Cuddling it closely to her body with both arms, she took a few steps away from the log to walk along the water's edge, not close enough to get her feet wet, but enough to feel the spray of the water. This wasn't one of her plain dresses. She wasn't going to get it wet or dirty. Nor was she going to give up on trying to get Xero's attention. Maybe a visit would be better.
....Or perhaps not.
Her eyes snapped to the direction her senses told her the feeling was coming from. Stopping in her tracks, she tilted her head slightly and waited a few minutes. He was there, yes, but he wasn't moving. He couldn't be simply ignoring her. He'd know she would be able to equally feel his presence. It should be pretty obvious by now she wouldn't just stay on her end of the beach. So if he was avoiding her, this made little sense. Unless he was afraid to come forward.
Prisca bit her lower lip, tasting the bitterness of her lipstick. Arceus only knew what went through that man's head. May as well go and see. she certainly wasn't going to risk bad feelings staying hanging in the air.
Only when she could vaguely make out the tall shape of Xero in the distance did she stop walking and make a quick Teleport to a good distance behind him. Moving the bundle to her back, she held it there by the bottom, propping it up against her back.
"Xero?"
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Posted: Thu Apr 21, 2011 5:44 pm
Xero remained still when Prisca approached her and even when she had spoken to him. The whispers that had continued to stab at his mind quickly turned into images of that night he had nearly, or so in his mind, killed her thinking she was the escaped experiment. His frown deepened By now a whole minute had gone by without a word or a glance in her direction..
A large wave crashed into the beach causing the waters to just barely reach past his toes. The cold water pulled forward up the beach as far as it could before sliding back toward the ocean. Xero growled as he forced a large wave of water and sand back toward the ocean in one swift movement of his hand. The attack shot upward and out a good thirty feet into the air leaving a deep ditch where the sand was removed from the earth.
A dark blue aura lingered in his eyes and hand a moment before he looked back at Prisca and spoke sharply. "What were you thinking? I could have killed you."
The way he spoke made it obvious he was speaking of that night. The anger in his voice more than it should have been. Black bolts jumped across his fingers in that mindless 'fidget' he had done the first few times they had meet. Only this time the bolts were larger in number and slightly in size.
He continued again without waiting for an answer. "Using your life to save that of something less deserving is foolish."
Xero's tail twitched behind him in tune with his anger. His arms remained at his sides almost giving him the appearance of an attacking stance.
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Posted: Thu Apr 21, 2011 8:14 pm
Alright. So he was mad. That was good to know. Prisca's eyes flicked to his hands for a moment, watching the bolts carefully with a slight feeling of caution before meeting his eyes once again. No ever present smile played along her lips. An angry Mewtwo was a delicate thing to deal with. She should know, being one herself. You can take the temperament out of one, but you can't take that essence that makes up all their DNA.
Still, the woman risked taking a few steps closer, standing with one foot slightly in front of the other. The wind ruffled the bottom of the dress enough to reveal the purple tail, laying calmly in the sand directly behind her. The mirror image to the other.
The package against her back was lowered to the ground with a little use of the powers, for the moment. With her hands free, she brought them to her front, holding each other delicately in front of the brown dress.
"I know," she confessed, her voice softer than usual, radiating the calm she felt inside. And the calm she hoped would help the situation. "At least now. Guess I forgot what we're capable of." She stopped for a bit, thinking about her words. She could understand why he was mad. That was a very stupid thing to do. Knowing full well her signal was similar-though stronger-than the escaped Pokemon. But she thought Xero of all people would understand her side. So how was she to make him see, now?
"You don't know that," she continued, still soft spoken and looking him straight in the eyes. Her tail flicked in the sand as another breeze pulled the bottom of the dress in one direction. It curled over her foot closest to him. "It's not a pleasant feeling, going through all that prodding and tests. You know that. Better than me. I came from your plans. It looked like the first. I can't imagine anyone, being subjected to such amount of tests for whatever reason, would be very happy once they got out. It's not like even I was free of such temptations. To destroy the entire thing causing such pain. But destroying everything without taking a chance to learn about it doesn't make anything better."
The wind picked up, again, brushing her bangs across her face. She smoothed down her skirt once it passed. Still looking down, she added softly," Would my existence have been thought the same if I wasn't kept in secret? If a rumor of another Mewtwo was breathed, but not the purpose behind it?" Clasping her hands, again, Prisca looked back up into Xero's eyes, a slight sadness in them. "That's why I did it. You can't judge something based on a bit of information or when it's angry. I wanted to give it a chance. Everything deserves a chance. The destructive plans of an experiment being given the chance for a different creation. A new species. Or something of Legend given the opportunity for a better life."
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Posted: Thu Apr 21, 2011 8:57 pm
Xero held his glare on her as if he were a stone statue. Unmoving and betraying no emotion save for the obvious. When she drew closer only moved to correct his posture so he was standing very tall. His jaw was clenched tightly as he listened and gradually loosened until she looked back up at him with such a sorrowful expression.
He looked away unable to hold his gaze on her any longer. Especially not with what he had to say next. "No," He spoke coldly. The wind blowing what hair was not in the braid into his face. "No, you are fortunate that your family chose to keep you a secret and no information was released. I would have come for you and them and made sure they were eliminated along with you."
His jaw clenched again as the little anger that had been diverted begun to rise once again. "And I am no excuse to my own words. It is foolish of you to risk your life for me as well. I was created with a purpose, to win no matter the cost. My plans were used in your creation, but that does not mean that we were brought up or even created the same. Give a murderer some slack in hopes he will change and he will strangle you with the very slack you gave him. It is their nature and always will be. Not everything deserves a second chance or should get one."
He let his hands ball into tight fists once again. So tight the tips of the knuckles begun to turn white against his already gray skin. "When we first meet Ms. Prisca, I wanted to fight you. I wanted to kill you."
He looked back at Prisca with his stone gaze once again. The pupils were so narrow in his eyes the violet color nearly covered them completely. "I am less transparent than you would believe. And yet time and time again you put yourself in danger."
The voice whispered to him mentally, egging on his emotions as it had been from the start. -and your waned her about dark alleys, did you not? She does not listen to you. She believes you are easy to manipulate to her own desires.-
The thought that Prisca was undermining him made the matter worse. "There is no better life for those in horror 'legends'. And you would be better to learn this.."
His tail flicked as he turned fully from Prisca and begun to walk down the beach. Standing still grew too uncomfortable, and luckily for Prisca he could not think to teleport or fly away at the current moment.
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Posted: Fri Apr 22, 2011 10:11 am
The woman let Xero have his say, keeping still with just the wind blowing at her dress and hair. The only subconscious movement that his words were bothering her was the quick jerk her tail did to go back behind her. Whether what he said was true or not, it had no relevance anymore. Just because someone was brought up as one thing, doesn't mean they're stuck to being that. An abused child is not destined to continue to be abused as an adult, or make everyone else suffer for what they went through. But she didn't tell him that. She merely bent down to pick up the package and hold it under one arm. Picking up her skirts off the ground, she followed after him, not about to let him just walk away.
"I'm not stupid, Xero," she backlashed, giving him a glare in return. "I know exactly what the original plans were made for and what every attempt after is worked towards. Even my upbringing doesn't mean I'm completely free from it, either." Admittedly, it was always a petpeeve of hers when people thought her different from the usual just based on her gender and attitude. "I know what you wanted to do. But you stopped. You've had many opportunities to finish that with all the times we've been alone together. A real danger to himself and everyone around him wouldn't have cared and done it the first time he meant to. There is a kind soul in there. You just can't, or won't, see it."
Taking a deep breath, she let it out in a clearly frustrated sigh. He was so very, very stubborn. It was starting to take a lot not to simply grab him by the collar and slap him. "Your birth doesn't make up who you have to be. Don't let that man control you, so many years later. I'm sorry if what I did and the entire situation was a reminder of the past. But you need to let it stay where it belongs. In the past."
Skipping ahead a little faster than him, she got in enough of a range to see him more clearly and he her. "Do you really want this? To continue living alone, even from your own species?"
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Posted: Fri Apr 22, 2011 10:51 pm
Xero stopped when Prisca managed to get in front of him. His form tensed further with every word she spoke. "When did I call you 'stupid' Ms. Prisca? Being foolish and stupid are two different things. Your DNA and creation process must have been very different, you lack strong aggression and I can feel it. It has nothing to do with what you are, you are not like me."
Xero shook his head. What was he doing? Or even saying for that matter. The voice promptly answered those questions with the most unfavorable answers.
"You would not know if I had been waiting for the right time to strike you down. Perhaps I was studying you for all of your weaknesses? A kind soul it would seem on the outside, while in reality could have been nothing more than a trick. My -creation- was only because of my purpose, why I am here. The more pity on me to come astray from that because of something so irrelevant as friendship."
Xero's tail lashed about behind him. His focus was cemented on Prisca almost as if he were in a challenge. One look away would give her any chance to attack.
"Besides, Ms. Prisca, if I were meant to be as you say, why does everything I care about vanish? Become lost? Because it was not meant to be that way. I -was- meant to be alone, fate would surely agree."
His eyes begun to glow an even darker shade of blue and he nearly rocketed upward in an attempt to escape the situation. He didn't want to hear any more of Prisca's 'excuses' or feel more tempted to strike her down. His hands were nearly covered with the black bolts by now. Even the winguls could sense the tension and had since cleared the area. However, his actions were halted completely and the aura vanished from his eyes.
"Xero, please, you must calm yourself." A familiar voice called from behind him. That same voice of the 'ghost' Prisca encountered the night Xero was sick. Now standing behind him was the young woman belonging to that voice. Her hair short and blond and her skin was very fair. Vibrant blue eyes looked at the mewtwo with a great amount of concern. She nearly looked the same as the woman from Xero's memory in facial structure.
Xero turned his attention away from Prisca to stare wide eyed. The bolts ceased jumping from his knuckles and his hand quickly moved to fidget with that red cloth around his wrist. "Trinity?"
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Posted: Sat Apr 23, 2011 1:01 pm
Prisca's attention was completely on the stubborn, older Mewtwo and she never noticed the sudden appearance of the human. So when the voice cut through the tension, she jumped and dropped the package she was holding to the ground. It landed with a thud at her feet, lifting a small shower of sand around it. While her heart calmed down, she stared openly at the other. It was quite impossible for another to be there. She hadn't heard or felt anyone approach. Even if a Pokemon was used, she certainly would have sensed that. Not to mention...
Wait, what was that? Trinity? The one in the memories Xero showed her? But that was over a hundred years ago. That's...
"Not possible..." the Mewtwo woman breathed quietly, more to herself than anyone else. Forgetting the previous argument, she picked up her skirts and walked closer to Xero, stopping directly beside him to inspect the human more closely. Of course, this could merely be a relative. And Prisca would have written it off that way had she not remembered that same voice echoing inhumanly through the man's house when he was sick. There had been no help from a Pokemon. She would have felt it. Just like there was no help from one now. Biting her lip, she hoped this wasn't just a cruel joke being played on them by a Ghost.
Whatever was going on, at least it had made Xero stop. The woman took this as an advantage to keep trying to get through to him.
"She's right," Prisca agreed, switching her gaze back to him. "You do need to calm down. I'm only trying to help. You're not the only one who loses everyone you get close to. The world is a harsher place for us. I don't need the same creation purpose to understand that." Her voice was back to being soft, her purple eyes mirroring the concern in the other woman's. "People decide their own fate. I choose to put myself in possible danger because I see a kind person in you. I wouldn't be difficult to strike me down. I don't have even half of your strength." Reaching up, she rested her hand gently on his shoulder. "I care about you, Xero. So long as I still breath, I won't leave you."
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Posted: Sun Apr 24, 2011 11:07 pm
Xero stood very still as he watched the vision in front of him in disbelief. She had been missing so long. It had been months since he had lost her to an unknown occurrence.
His rage begun to subside visibly by his slowly relaxing posture. There was something else present that could be felt mentally. A strange activity that he was not aware of.
The wind blew about Trinity's dress and even the waves left the bare ends of it wet. However, one thing Xero failed to notice, there were no footprints in the sand anywhere around her.
Xero's focus remained on Trinity even as Prisca spoke to him. Even at her touch he remained still. Her touch was welcome, strangely comforting. Or was it that he had finally found his long lost friend? Xero wasn't sure what to feel. He had lately not been thinking much on finding Trinity. Something deep down had known the truth and brought peace to him since he had meet with Prisca the first time.
"I-" His words fell short as the vision in front of them begun to flicker. Trinity smiled sweetly before her image faded completely in a sudden swirl of wind.
Xero took a step forward quickly in a feeble attempt to grab at her. And when her form was completely gone he froze again, gaze fixed on the area where Trinity once stood. There were not footprints, leaving Xero all the more confused. The strange mental signal was cut off abruptly and replaced with something much darker feeling. -It is as I told you... you see now?-
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Posted: Mon Apr 25, 2011 1:43 pm
The hand previously on Xero's shoulder dropped back to holding the woman's other hand. Perhaps talking wasn't the best to do at the time, but she couldn't just keep silent. Though she hadn't known him for very long, she couldn't believe a word of what he said. There was no doubt in her mind all the stories surrounding him were true. It still didn't mean he couldn't change. The will to was there. He was just too haunted by the past to see it.
Besides, she found it rather odd that someone who claims to have been lying this entire time would keep the formality of using Ms before her name. That was a luxury most wouldn't allow someone to receive. It showed respect. Politeness. What kind of 'savage' ever showed their victims humility.
No, Prisca certainly didn't believe any of the 'warnings' Xero was giving her. Which made her feel worse for not going to him right after returning to the city from the lab remains. She did trust him. Hell, she would with her own life. Just not with a matter that directly provoked the side of him she didn't trust.
Sighing, she rose slightly in the air so she was the height of the other Mewtwo and went behind him to wrap her arms under his, resting her chin on his shoulder. Her tail hung limp, only curling up and down a little at the end like a relaxed cat slumped in a chair. As strange as the appearance-and disappearance-of the familiar woman was, Prisca's main concern wasn't where the illusion came from. Or why it had appeared. There was no doubt it wasn't a real person. She supposed it could be a ghost. A phantom of Xero's past watching over him. She wasn't sure if she believed in silly human stories, but it was difficult to keep one's old believes when one just materialized in front of you.
The little boy used to do this. Come behind her while she was sitting down and hug her around the neck. It always made her feel better. More relaxed. Though...Hugging Xero in the same sense wasn't as relaxing as she remembered it. But she tossed it aside as just the current mood still lingering in the air around them. In between that and the sudden memory this action brought her, a single tear fell from one eye as she closed them. She wasn't about to lose Xero like she lost her family.
Prisca spoke not a word and the package on the sand was left forgotten.
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Posted: Tue Apr 26, 2011 12:49 am
Xero was unable to move, frozen by the shock of what was happening, what happened, and what that damned voice in his head was poisoning his mind with. None of it could be true? Yet every time he thought of that the voice would bring up more evidence supporting its words. His head lifted at the feel of a tear on his shoulder. He had strangely not noticed that she had embraced him and had no idea of how long she had been there. However, before he could let himself be calmed the voice bit back with its most powerful venom yet.-It was her, you know it was her all along. She tricked you with that image, that illusion, to distract you from the truth. You had her, she feared the truth that you spoke. You let her into your past and she has used it against you. Now look how she takes advantage of you. She has surely tricked you yet again. She wants something....- Xero flinched at those words. Every muscle in his body tensed once again. That stung the most of everything by far. Another who sought to use him for their own gain. But what can Prisca gain in that? Surely- -image- Xero growled under his breath than moved his arms to free himself of Prisca's Embrace. He made a step forward to in unison with a burst of his power to force himself free.
"Why Ms. Prisca, why would you betray me so? I trusted you, showed you my past and you use it against me." He growled low before turning around to face her. His brows furrowed deeply and his eyes covered completely with a pitch black aura, which also begun to creep up from his fingers.
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Posted: Tue Apr 26, 2011 2:03 pm
The force caused Prisca to lose her balance in the air and fall on the ground. The impact did more to surprise her than hurt her, her fall being cushioned by the sand. For a moment, her own aura flared up around her, a rather un-intimidating pink compared to the black of Xero's. The instinct to protect herself from a Pokemon fight was strong. It didn't matter how much she cared for him. If he was going to attack her on purpose, she would fight back. Even when he simply demanded something of her, she kept the aura up, changing it to reflect in her eyes and around her hands. The last time they had stood on the beach, he had showed her what the black meant. She wasn't fool enough to ignore it.
"Why do you keep calling me Ms?" she demanded, letting the frustration enter her voice clearly. The wet streak down her face from the tear was left just as abandoned as the package still on the ground. Both had been wiped from her mind completely. "If you're going to claim you haven't changed, why give me that respect? I don't want it if you're going to keep behaving like this."
Sighing once more, she let the pink fade from her eyes and hands, starting to feel too mentally tired from this to keep it up. Shifting on the sand, she moved her legs to one side and smoothed out the brown silk, not looking at him. More that she didn't like the sight of the black than to keep her dress wrinkle free.
"Xero...." she started, her voice gone back to being soft and gentle. "Don't be a fool. Did you see or feel me doing anything of that nature? You would have known if I done something. That would be a very stupid move on my part, to try and deceive you when you can sense me stronger than you can anyone else."
Placing her hands in her lap, she looked back up at him calmly, a sadness back in her eyes over the current circumstances. Something wasn't right here. What he was saying and what she thought was the reason didn't connect together. "This doesn't have anything to do with the other experiment, does it? What is wrong with you? Why would I use anything against you? My DNA won't allow me to be mean to another. Why would I go out of my way to destroy the only other of my species and go back to living an empty life with humans?"
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Posted: Wed Apr 27, 2011 1:56 am
Xero had raised his hands at the sight of her aura and had begun to prepare an attack. The black swirled in his palms and begun to form a black and dark purple sphere in each upturned palm. His tail flicked about behind him, adrenaline already rushing and eager for a fight to win. A grin stretched across his lips. Good manners were something he had always known, at least in his speech pattern, there was no other title to call her. Though, at this point in his rage, it meant nothing. Her display was a challenge as far as he was concerned and it meant he would get to fight.
The grin was short lived as Prisca begun to speak, however. His hands lowered just slightly. It wasn't about the experiment at all. His anger was more toward a thought than the pokemon itself. There was that instinctual desire to battle it and win, but that was not the reason for his outburst. His hands lowered further. The shadowy spheres stopped growing as he looked at Prisca. And once again before he could get a hold of his temper the voice spoke up... -Why would she? You know how many humans adore her. She is not the least bit lonely. If she so claims that her DNA is like yours than there must be the desire to win at all costs. Her only way to beat you is to use her words so you will lower your guard. And when you are most vulnerable you will loose, she will strike and you will become more of a failure than you are now. Why must you always be tricked and used?- The black aura bust suddenly to completely engulf his form leaving what looked to be a shadowy monster. Most details of his form were obscured by the thick aura. Without a moments notice he blindly launched the shadowy orbs in Prisca's direction. He than charged forward, not waiting for the orbs to even land on whatever target they should hit.
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Posted: Wed Apr 27, 2011 11:14 am
Another long breath escaped past the purple lips of the woman on the ground. Whatever was eating at him was great, but at least he seemed to be calming down. Maybe now she could attempt to pick apart what was going through his brain. Figure out the origins of his odd behavior. Something about this just didn't add up. Sure, she could just cast it aside as his purpose poisoning him for the time being. If that small part of her acted up every now and than, she couldn't begin to imagine how often his must.
What she certainly wasn't expecting was to be attacked over it.
"What...." was the first thing out of her mouth even before the pink bubble surrounded her. Sitting down as she was put her at a disadvantage. Before she could get her legs from underneath her, one of the spheres hit the shield as Prisca was compensating for the position she was in and rising in the air at the same time. The force was a little too much for her weaker powers. It pushed her further away from her attacker, towards the ocean, until she landed almost hip deep in the salty water. Without hesitating to get a grasp of the situation, she waved one hand in front of her to create a protective wall of water. The other hand did the same action less than a second after the first, freezing the water to stand in front of her. Knowing what would happen next, the Mewtwo woman floated back up and moved away from the wall, keeping behind it to hide herself from view. The pink bubble by now was gone, the aura shining around her hands and replacing her purple eyes.
The bottom half of the brown dress she wore was darkened by the water, making a stripe up the back to her hips. Spots of darker color decorated the dry parts. She hoped it didn't get damaged too much from this fight. The little heart on the charm bracelet around one wrist bobbed against her, ignored as all her senses went into protection.
Something was amiss. Definitely.
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