Technological Revenge, and It's Effect... (Saph and Neshimo)

[SaphireTsuki]

She instinctually settled into the new position, gripping his shirt... she doesn't seem to be having a bad dream. Just that she wasn't as deep... and that it wasn't a normal dream. Maybe a memory was resurfacing, but not completely... was the moon still out? Wait, wasn't she still asleep?

 

[Neshimo]

A short walk up the stairs to their room, luckily the door is cracked open, from her not closing the door last time, and he takes a seat on the couch, still coddling her, hoping she relaxes soon. "I also have too go train today, like we discussed. Mkay?"

 

[SaphireTsuki]

She nodded, her mind increasingly waking up.... eyes opening blearily. Was that Jamil? Yes it was... and immediately some of the tension faded. Just a bit... only enough to ensure that she was in his arms... and a small yawn. What had happened? How'd she woken up...

 

[Neshimo]

"Alright..." A small pause, as she seems, weird. Not normal from when she usually wakes up, it doesn't feel right at all. In fact, it feels almost unnerving. Was there something wrong with her as well, from waking up in the greenhouse? "Please be alright, I can't be that much of a bad pillow."

 

[SaphireTsuki]

"M'fine... not sure if I'm awake, but fine." One hand went up to his cheek, just touching. She was checking to see if he was actually there, and he was. That was good, as she hadn't been sure of it... and then... she finally started to blush. She was in his arms, and she wasn't actually asleep, which meant he was here. And she was worrying him... why was she worrying him? It was going to be one of those mornings, wasn't it?

 

[Neshimo]

"You seem, odd today." A smile, and blush as her hand, her soft hand, made for battle, presses itself on my cheek. Her in his arms, just waking up, and he can't even find the right words to rebutle. But, again, his instincts take over, and once he'd finally found the right words, their taken away from his thoughts, all thats left the desire too press his lips against her hand. So thats what he does, taking her hand from his cheek to do just that. "Good Morning, Saphire."

 

[SaphireTsuki]

There she was, blushing again. "G-g-good morning." She was sure he hadn't meant what he'd said the night before. Nope, not a chance... but she had. And that meant that he'd best not remember it. Not if she wanted to keep him happy. And her mind wasn't keeping up with her, so aside from the blush she just lay there, not sure what to do.

 

[Neshimo]

"I'm sure you feel obligated too stay near me at all time, but excuse me, I have too get training." Not wishing at all too be rude, but this situation just now made him feel extremely guilty, especially with what he'd said last night. He places her down, softly on the bed, then taking his bow, and just normal arrows, with rolls of paper targets, as she'll rip through wood the same either way. "I-I'm sorry, I'll be going now." A sigh, after closing the door, he slumps a while, before picking a direction too walk.

 

[SaphireTsuki]

She blinked, watching as he left. Something nagged at her, telling her it was her fault he acted like that, but it was such a small part... she wanted to go back to sleep. Unfortunately, she couldn't... he'd reminded her of training. So, she'd sneak around, practice assassinations occasionally, and... hope to catch him, she guessed?

 

[Neshimo]

After a certain walking around, he decides to set up near a wall, and ties the papers onto the wall, hen goes off into the forest, looking for vantage points around the wall, & settling with a high hill, and with that, he prepares his rifle. "This will hopefully not hit anyone, it's a bit windy today as well, so I'll have too account for it. All in all..." Attaching a scope on the scope, and beginning to load the bullets into his cartridge, he'll be doing sniper shots then bow for today.

 

[SaphireTsuki]

Saphire decided, once she'd stretched and loosened her tight muscles, that yes... she'd focus on sneaking around. If she could do it with a slightly injured leg, she could do it with both in good condition, so she'd just spend the entire time moving about unseen. If anyone asks what she'd done all day, aside From Jamil, who wouldn't be in view, then she'd have succeeded. Not that anyone would ask, but still. And I shouldn't feel lonely. Nope. Monster, don't let folks think of you as a person.

 

[Neshimo]

"She loves me." A Loud band rings out, causing the birds to scatter, and with a quick emptying of the cartridge, he fires again, two bulls eye in a row. "She loves me more than I think." Another shot, & another bullseye on the third paper, and he repeats this, making up even bigger, more elaborate ways too convince himself she loves him. "She Absolutely adores the Blonde scruffy Jamil."

 

[SaphireTsuki]

(She's infatuated, intoxicated, and totally obsessed with protecting her beloved Jamil. Just had to add that. xD )


'She' was practicing avoiding detection rather close to where he was practicing his shooting, and found it odd to hear the sounds of bullets hitting the wall. A pause, was Jamil practicing out in the wild? A shrug, he could hold out for a few hours. Unless something happened. She found herself wishing he'd turned on his communication gear, so she could listen in just in case. Instincts would have to be her guide, and she continued on... determined to see if there were any suitably women to take her place at his side when everything was done. He deserved happiness. She couldn't give it to him.


Logic dictated she find someone else for him.

 

[Neshimo]

( Wai tank you)


After a decent amount shots, only a few meters off, he unfolds his breath, the recoil now beginning to affect his arm, not negatively, but now enough that he feel he could draw back his bow without pulling his skin too much on his sensitive gun mark. "Alright, off too find a suitable range." The wind wasn't good for aiming the arrows, as it has more an affect, and might leave his aim off in a medium range fight, so he heads down, going too get his new targets.

 

[SaphireTsuki]

Saphire had been stalking in the yard, thankfully unnoticed so far, though there were still a few men and women about. She didn't notice this, as even if she had been visible they'd have ignored her most likely, but she was. And that was a good thing, as she'd grown more and more comfortable with walking silently in the yard, which wasn't as familiar as the inside, and that meant she was getting her old skill back. She didn't know how... only that she was.

 

[Neshimo]

"Alright then. Lets get some of these." He leaves the sniper next to a pile of tank shells and picks up a log of wood. Again, he tries thinking to himself. "Alright, lets try and find a room inside..." With a wandering eye, he walks in too the building, but something seems different. He begins to smell, sadness? And hears a scream, it hurts his ear. It feels as if he's drifting off into another memory, but not now.

 

[SaphireTsuki]

Saphire had sneaked close to Jamil before even noticing him. Luck may have been on her side, or him being caught in a memory, or something... and so she decided to follow him until he reached his destination. Soft stepps, purposely choosing the parts that she knew weren't the most silent of the floor to train herself to move in a house that wasn't pre-canvassed. He'd probably moved, after all, and she didn't want to risk losing him because she was too loud. Maybe she should have thought Jamil how to sneak about, instead of how to sense the stealth units?

 

[Neshimo]

"I see, it's this again." This isn't a memory, or not his anyway, someone wants too lead him somewhere. Synesthesia, but on a very strange scale, when he can smell emotions left in a certain place. It was there, but he knew it just would have been Saphire's memories, and her natural smell, the one that doesn't affect him, that doesn't make him go into this state overwrites the smell of sadness all the time. "So why now?" A tug, pulls him over too the stair well, as the increasing smell gets stronger, and becomes mixed in with dread, and malice.


These smells, lead him off somewhere near the stair well, as a door quarantined off with an amazing amount of yellow tape, escaped his mind. They'd passed this door, but the smell never got him, "So why now?" he ask himself again. Unguarded, he bangs open the locked door, then a wave of emotions hit his nose. He begins too see voices, big lettering, depressing phrases, all more or less screaming in pain & agony. "This...is." Most likely where Saphire was raised, and only a small amount of steps leading to a door, keeps him wondering if he should continue on this path.

 

[SaphireTsuki]

She slowly tensed... something was wrong here. Something was horrible. Had she passed the door without noticing? Had she ignored it on purpose, to avoid this horrible wrongness? Was she even now ignoring it? Ah, that she could answer, yes. Yes, she was struggling to think of anything other than the wrongness, the pain... pain? Yes, her head was throbbing, itching... it felt like someone, or something was constantly pushing into it. This thing was painful, and panicked... and she'd nearly abandoned the desire for stealth, sneaking up on Jamil only on instinct, closer and closer, until she couldn't see the rest of the room, only his large back. Even that wasn't enough, though....

 

[Neshimo]

"Down we go..." Only about 25 steps down, a small amount of dust can be seen rising, the only light coming from the hallway above & behind him, so her shadow doesn't appear in this darkness. With a now abstract mind, most likely not even his own, he opens the door, not even bothering to ask why it isn't locked. Creeping, and rusty, making an abnormally loud noise, fierce lights, almost blinding, turn on inside, showing the full horror of this room. His mind, on Synesthesia, begins going into a haywire state, seeing, hearing, smelling, touching & even sourly getting a taste of all the blood, white bangles, left behind hair, blood broken glass, test tubes and needles, blood, writhing pain, intense agony, Impending doom, loss of hope, & finally the blood mixed in with sadness, their being so much of it.


All of this hits him without even having too lift a finger.

 

[SaphireTsuki]

She'd followed him... and had managed to hold onto herself until the room. Until she saw it all... blood, broken glass, fear, hatred.... and it was only a few seconds before she dropped down to the ground, hands on her head. The memory was coming back... it was... was...


She'd been in pain, for a long time, and near the end they'd brought her back, tied up. Why? What was... was... SO MUCH INFORMATION. There were so many different thoughts, regulating her nano-whats? Control your armor? Wha- that's Jenerei? Whait, why am I seeing words... nervous, cruel tendencies, sadism.... what? No, that ca- "AHHHH" She began writhing in pain struggling to get out... and Access extra strength? Y/N. Y. The bonds were ripped from their position, her arms now bleeding, and she instinctually ripped at him, unable to comprehend anything but PAIN UTTER PAIN, and this was just like that time wasn' PAIN AGONY and she had to.. no, that was family, but him! THE ONE IN BLACK! HE DID THIS.





She faded, as the memory, the suffering.... that was it, the worst, the pain of her mind being filled with information and thoughts not her own. Of knowing without a doubt that these men would do it all again, over and over, until they finally succeded and she had to end it had to end the pain, she'd rampaged... everything, people shouting at her to stop, to lay down the shards, and to end her days, it'd been exactly the same for Shingetsu, and she'd had to end Shingetsu's life to stop it, but she was alive so she must have passed out and they must have fixed it because only now was the constant influx of information back, she was on all fours, jumping around now, eyes wild and seeing nothing, reacting only as she wanted, attacking only who she saw, there wasn't family there was only phantoms, pain agony, sorrow. I'm not human, never had been because for all the pain it's only been them setting her up, bringing her online, and afterwards she'd been trained, taught, raised in that room.


And she wasn't even aware that her nails had lengthened now, making makeshift blades, her hair spraying out, growling as a feral cat, watching Jamil, reliving the memory over and over, that and others... the Day Shingetsu had died, murdered by her own two hands.

 

[Neshimo]

Wide eyed, "What was, who...no." He his bow, and one arrow in hand, slightly, as to not disturb the entity behind him, turns his body too face a Saphire, from what he's experienced in this room, she's gone. She's completely & utterly unable to comprehend anything but pain right now. He on the other hand, didn't truly experience anything such as this, leaving him not as staggered, as his mind gave him nothing to relate too besides his entire love and orphanage dying before his eyes. He'd come too complete terms with his, so as an effect, his sense mixing begins too fade, all there being is his own fear, that the girl he loves, may kill him today.


The hair he'd been petting, was now rough and wild, the hand he'd kissed this morning, could now slice out his jugular with a single slash, the girl he'd love, taken care of for these past few days, became almost as a death incarnate. The fear, taking over his natural instinct too help her, forces him too keep the bow aim straight down at the creature, his heart wishing too wrap his arms around her, giving her the soft speech she most likely needs. "Saphire, stay." Resorting too commands, as if she was a dog, again his mind taking over his heart, leaves him to begin backing away.


"We don't have too hurt each other, I can leave, now & we don't ever have too experience this again. Saphire, my love, if any part of you, left in this room, is still here with me, please let it show now."

 

[SaphireTsuki]

She was barely there, just enough to hear him, enough to force herself to the side, so he could leave, and in her eyes, behind the feral look, is a pleading. Leave, she wanted to tell him, go and don't come back. Lock the door, keep everyone out... just don't... don't.... a tiny bit of sorrow, utter sorrow... she was reading him again, but the information flashed without comprehension, she was on her fours, cutting herself on the glass remaining, the blood from her hands adding more to the blackened floor. If he weren't scared enough to not be able to think, if he could still see clearly, then he might notice her fighting to push the pain back, the shuddering of her predatory eyes, pupils trying to return to normal, shifting of her hair, falling and rising as her attempts at regaining control continued, the only effect being that he could leave, so long as he didn't make sudden movements, his voice having a clear effect on her.


If she were able to think she'd realize that his was the only voice that had ever affected her like that.

 

[Neshimo]

"Understood. Thank you." Inching slowly, he releases his draw slowly, and inches towards the door, while passing her, seeing her in pain, punching himself on the inside for not noticing her sooner. "I love you, Saphire." All he can say, or most likely do for her now, is give her that information before making his way up the stairs. "You're never alone, remember that. I'll be right outside the door, 3 knocks when you're ready to come out." With that, he closes the door behind him, using his weight too keep the door closed, wanting this episode too be over. "Now...I wait I guess..." Thinking on my actions

 

[SaphireTsuki]

She shuddered, lowering down like a cat, laying down in an attempt to protect herself. Moving only hurts her more, so she instinctually sat down. And she slowly started calming down, as the memory replayed over and over she found herself compartmentalizing the data. They'd done something... to make it easier. What was it? Slowly, slower than she'd hoped, her body went back to normal, her nails retracting back to normal, hair falling down, her eyes closed... and all the displays that had shot on when the memory returned? She found herself setting which ones were dormant again, and which were on... they'd made most of her use of the machines subconscious, she realized. It had taken them months to realize that, and a whole year to get it right. So that was why she found herself reacting so easily. It took her two hours to get back to normal, now aware of everything to do with this one building... and she slowly moved upwards, shaking her arms to remove the glass. That much pain wasn't worth anything, not really... and she slowly headed upwards. Would he still be there, waiting for her? She remembered, barely, the look on his face.