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Direct Mentions: Degurechaff 2Bornot2B 2Bornot2B , OG Nightwisher Nightwisher , Shoelo thatguyinthestore thatguyinthestore , Sapphire FoolsErin FoolsErin , Ann PolikShadowbliss PolikShadowbliss
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Woods was promptly confronted by some capped woman, probably some military officer of some sort. He nearly spoke up to the white-haired woman when his more familiar black-haired Shilo spoke up to him (somewhat to his chagrin), shutting his trap and letting his companion speak. That said, he was stopped from saying anything else when that damn clock in the background began chiming both faster and louder. He grit his teeth as he tried ignoring the sounds, but kept his focus somewhat up. He looked around the room, noticing that each Shilo seemed to at least take some sort of note in him for better or worse; did they recognize him or something..?

Well, at least one goofy "Shilo" did. A fucking talking shoe came over to his boots, apparently really interested in the footwear he had. Frank just stared downwards at her without saying a word, blinking twice at the weird shit going on, before shaking his head and sighing. Whatever. If they all managed to get out of this shithole, maybe he'd leave the boots for this weirdo. Regardless, the "old" man promptly heard his name called by some (nearly) all-pink woman. His eyes narrowed as he looked her up and down before speaking up.

"Alright, how the hell do you know me? Another Shilo or something? What, did all of you stumble upon me in a multidimensional shithole..?" The American drily remarked just before being interrupted by the fucking clock again. This time, some dumbasses- one of which looked really familiar for the worse- had chanted "clock" for a few seconds, bringing a punishment upon the entire group. The clock began to drill itself into everyone's minds, causing him to scowl as he covered his ears- though quickly ditched this once he realized it wasn't going to help at all. He clenched his teeth as he gave one glance to his Shilo, in turn managing to somehow snag her arbitrary thought towards him. In response, he shook his head.

This shit's not good at all. Not something we can just shoot our way out of. He grimaced as the chimes finally stopped, glancing over at the new object as people began pondering over its dumbass riddle inscribed into it. The really pale Shilo- who seemed really interested in Woods and his assassin ally- gave them an offer to try, but he shook his head again.

"Not a fan of guessing games-" He began before people began getting the answers wrong and warranting another ring of that fucking bell. The Marine barked out an incomprehensible expletive in response, biting his tongue to shut up before glowering at the idiot who had guessed before- the same one who had chanted "clock" earlier. The clock gonged again when the other guy in the room screamed "GRANDFATHER CLOCK", warranting another grunt from Woods. Thankfully, people finally got the damn thing right and the clock moved outta the way to show the group another room.

...Which, in turn, was just as ugly as the first one. He immediately recognized that asshole of a father from his digging into his Shilo's mind, though immediately knew the Shilo in the memory wasn't his partner. No, this was another Shilo- though the Borys here was just as assholish and brutal. He scowled at the entire scene, though didn't avert his eyes at all- He had seen worse, after all. He didn't even say a word as the scene ended and changed to the annoying white color. Didn't really want to. At least, not out loud. The silence was haunting, and he wasn't going to break it especially after the entire group had literally just pervaded one of the Shilos' memories. No, instead he mentally reached out to his Shilo in the silence, glancing over to the Nymph they'd just seen earlier before "speaking" up.

Yeah, this shithole's growing less and less on me now. This some sort of mind-fuckery game that someone's playing on all of us, or what?
 
Shilo sighs in relief as the clock's puzzle is finally solved. She won't have to replace her ears anytime soon. She walks behind the solider and mutters behind him. "If it makes you feel any better, I have no idea who you are."

Then the world opens to them, and there is a room. A horrible room with a horrible memory, for someone else. "I think I may have preferred the cl-the infinite wallpaper room." Shilo stops herself from saying clock. Just in case.

The Undead watches the scene with indifference. It seems to be an illusion or memory of some sort, just another example of how horrible humans are. She notices that many of the others react poorly to the man, but whether it is because of his actions or him as a person she couldn't say. "Honestly? I think this entire experience is going to be one torture session after another."

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The Jedi knew she got it right, so it was no surprise when a ring didn’t chime, but instead the clicked moved to reveal a hidden door, a way out? Only one way to find out. Sh’elo piled into the room along with the rest, but it wasn’t a way out, it was in fact blindingly bright, closing her eyes she waited for them to adjust before opening them, revealing a scene she wasn’t quite familiar with. It seemed to be some sort of memory, but none of this was familiar to her, the setting, the supposed father figure. Though, the father figure did have a scarily similar appearance to her mentor and master, Borys, interesting...

The memory itself was very violent and unnecessarily cruel, but it wasn’t anything she’d be sensitive too, she’d seen horrors far breather then this, and experienced evils far crueler then this.

The memory eventually ended, fading and revealing a door on the other side, well, no time to stay and ponder, progress was forward. Stepping forward, Sh’elo made her way to the door.

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    ~Shilo Saga~
    Location: Unknown
    Inventory: 9 throwing knives (hidden), two katar, a Bowie knife, and a Glock .45
    Power: Light Manipulation
    Stand: Death Valley Queen
    Mood: Steady
    Condition: Healthy
    Interactions: Frank Woods ( FactionGuerrilla FactionGuerrilla ).
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    Evan had watched the scene in silence. It had been a scene that reminded her a bit of her own childhood. The assassin couldn’t help but rationalize it. The teen had acted out, broken rules, gotten in trouble, wasn’t doing what she was supposed to. Did she not deserve that treatment? If she’d just done what she was told, if she had just been more careful and not gotten caught this wouldn’t happened. It was Nymph’s fault, not Borys’s. It was her fault. Evan’s thought process was derailed when she heard Woods’ voice in her head.

    I...don’t know, honestly. Maybe mind-fuckery, maybe it’s just a new torture method? Maybe it’s a new kind of therapy method and friendship bonding. I don’t know. Evan gave a sigh, shooting the Marine a glance before shrugging to emphasis her lack of understanding on the situation before she stepped forward to follow the rest of the group.
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Shilo Ann Saga

Ann walked through the door with the others and was met with yet another room: pure white and blinding. She just adjusted to the light when more shenanigans happened as some droids appeared - some fucking droids! You know what, fuck this! She thought. Fuck all of this! She turned away from the droids.

”Droids! Fucking droids!” She muttered. This little.... adventure was making less and less sense. ”It just had to be droids!”

She glared over at the Jedi.

”This is mostly your expertise, Jedi. I don't think our universes have droids.”

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Shairo Saga & Vincent
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Shairo had no time to worry about riddles or annoyingly loud chiming as she had been trying to wake up Mamodo partner, Vincent. The young demon boy had been asleep ever since they'd woken up in the strange room, completely oblivious to the deafening noises coming from the clock. When she had finally woken him up, she gave him the same stern glare she always used when Vincent was slacking off. "I swear, you could sleep through a tornado and you would be none the wiser."

The Mamodo boy simply shrugged and smiled, "What can I say? A man's got to have his rest." Shairo responded by bopping him on the head. "And what if I had gotten killed while you were snoozing? Honestly, you need to take things more seriously." The two of them stood up, surveying everyone else in the room. "Shy, is it just me or does everyone here kinda look like you," he asked, rubbing his sore head. Vincent had looked surprised, but Shairo had already noticed it when they had first appeared. "Yeah, I don't know what's going on but everyone here calls themselves Shilo or some variant of it. This is seriously weird..." Vincent gave her a goofy grin and a slap on the back. "Well hey, if everyone here is just you then you shouldn't have any problems talking to them, right?" Shairo didn't respond. She simply followed the others into the next room with Vincent following closely behind.

As they entered the room with the droids, both of them tensed up, sensing that something bad was likely about to happen. "Hey, Shy, you got the book?" Shairo gripped the large fuschia book in her hand and nodded. "Yeah, be ready to act. If we have to fight, go for the ones closest to us."​
 
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As Sh'elo stepped into the next room she sensed something. Something familiar, but she couldn't put her finger on it. However, she didn't need to guess for long as it seemed the universe had decided to answer her questions for her, the Droids. As the doors closed the walls took the scene of Geonosis, a dust planet with its whole surface in turmoil and war, it seemed like the walls were gone but anyone trying to leave would still be stopped by them.

The Jedi tensed up as she ignited her saber whilst the droids took the stance around the group, outnumbered and outgunned, but not outsmarted. If the Shilo's played their cards right the droids wouldn't be any problem, they weren't known for their genius. Sh'elo turned to Ann, "Indeed, droids. It seems a fight is in order."

"Uhhh... Jedi! Open fire!" The droid with yellow markings called out to its fellow droids as they readied their weapons, their blasters starting to go off as the red lasers flung through the room, mostly inaccurate but fire enough times and eventually, you'll hit something, right? Sh'elo got up close and personal with the droids, cutting her saber swiftly into them, dismantling and dismembering each droid, "Aim for the neck, these droids have thin necks, easy to take off the body." Sh'elo didn't know how else to advise her allies, she just hoped the rest were as combat-ready as herself

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PolikShadowbliss PolikShadowbliss : Shilo "Ann" Saga
Sleek Sleek : Suki Shilo Saga (SuShi)
Jeremiah Jeremiah : Chilo
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SheepKing SheepKing : Pretty Puppy Shilo Saga
Benedict Cucumberpatch Benedict Cucumberpatch : Benedict-Lo
Sayo-Nara Sayo-Nara : Pegalo
QizPizza QizPizza : Shimoto
thatguyinthestore thatguyinthestore : Shoelo Saga
Caffeine Freak Caffeine Freak : Yashilokage Kaga
2Bornot2B 2Bornot2B : Shilo Degurechaff
FactionGuerrilla FactionGuerrilla : Frank Woods
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Shilo Ann Saga

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"Shit, shit, shit!" Ann thought. She didn't much care for the fucking droids but now they were attacking. So much for her mortal disguise. She looked to the droid shooting at them. The jedi did say to aim for the neck. So she did. She ran toward one of the droids and smashed her hand across the the droid's neck, with nearly enough force to dislodge the head clean off. Black oil splattered onto the floor like blood! And she watched as the droid's body fell to the floor. The lasers hit her but did nothing to her flesh that she couldn't heal from. She grabbed one of the droids and flipped them over and smashed it's face in with her boot.

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As the droids began to fire upon the group, Shairo uncharacteristically shouted, "Guranshirudo!" The book in her hands gave off a powerful glow as Vincent held out his arms in front of him. In mere moments, a large stone wall rose from the ground to protect the duo and anyone else who might have been hoping for some cover. Shairo put her back to the wall and slid down, sitting up against it as she started muttering to herself. "Laser guns and robots... What have we been dragged into this time..?"

Vincent edged to the farthest end of the wall to peek around it, only to nearly get hit by a stray blast. "That one you with the cool sword told us to aim for their necks. I guess these things must be pretty popular where she comes from." Vincent looked back at Shairo expectantly, obviously hoping for some genius input from the brains of the operation. Not that Vincent didn't have brains, he just didn't use them sometimes. "Then I guess that's just what you'll have to do." Focusing on just how much she wanted to get home, the spellbook in her hand started to glow again as she uttered the incantation for, "Redoruku!" With that, Vincent's legs took on a familiar teal glow before he rushed out from behind the wall faster than anyone might have expected. Shairo ran to take his spot at the end of the wall and watched as the demon boy leaped towards a pair of droids and took both of their heads off with a sweeping mid-air kick. "What a showoff," she mumbled aloud.​
 
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Shimoto knew her answer was so very wrong, and she suffered for it. Goddammit! Once the ringing cleared up ever so slightly, she was able to hear the answer of the riddle, William Faulkner, the author of The Sound and the Fury. What kind of f###ing answer was that? Shimoto had assumed the answer to the riddle had to be someone related to original Shilo, but an author? That was just retarded. She was sure that the Shilo half of her would have gotten it if Gabby wasn't practically invading every thought of hers with her bulls### crackpot theories about Lazarus being important. She growl in frustration as the ringing died out and a doorway showed itself, opening up into another windowless room, only stark white like the walls of a laboratory. There was a brief flash of nostalgia(?) from Shimoto, before fading as quick as the room changed.

Now, the sterile room changed into a one of a study with bookshelves covering almost every foot of the walls filled with every subject that one could imagine. The only furniture aside from the bookcases Shimoto saw was a chair, a table with a reading lamp, and a desk with two picture frames and plenty of alcohol on top. It was equally as nostalgic(?) as the white room, though the feeling lingered long enough for Shimoto to recognize some familiarity from her Shilo half. She looked as a 15-year old Shilo conversed with Borys-the father of said girl and half of a father to Shimoto too...though she would hardly ever acknowledge that she had any father, Borys, Abaddon, or Gabriel alike.

The argument carried on and judging from the expression of Nymph, Shimoto inferred it was straight out of that girl's memory. There was mentions of orgies and school-things completely foreign to Shimoto, yet she still felt the disgust of Borys over the former and the annoyance of Nymph over the latter. The argument eventually came to the point when Borys smashed a glass bottle over Nymph's head and forcing her to lay on the desk and grabbed the girl's throat. Something in Shimoto made her immediate recoil and flinch. This...seemed uncomfortably familiar to her...it was a memory she wished she had lost among all the skills and power when she was created, but no such luck. Tightening her fists and forming a crude hardlight dagger in her hand she almost lunged towards Borys before it was clear that Borys didn't intend to do what Shimoto had imagined.

No less unsettled as evidenced by her hands shaking, Shimoto dissolved the knife so she could clasp her gloved hands together to stop the shaking. It took a few moments, but it stopped. If this was a room of a memory of a version of Shilo and the trend continued...Shimoto'd rather die before she could get to hers. Needless to say, she was hesitant to continue once the room returned to its stark-white palette, with the vague outline of a door on the far end. However, as much as Shimoto dreaded the memory, the prospect of staying in one place and starving to death in less than week was not something her will would allow her to do. With a no small amount of reluctance, Shimoto stepped through the door, only to find four doorways, each deploying a considerable number of droids.

They weren't any model that she recognized, being lanky, tan, and utterly impractical in terms of design. Seconds later, the room transformed again, this time into a desert with a sea sand expanding in every direction broken only by countless pillars of rock reaching into the sky. A lightsaber ignited to Shimoto's side as several Shilos made it clear that there was a fight. If it was a fight these droids wanted, they should've found another group. It was going to be a slaughter. Pouring her focus into using her powers, three perfectly circular mirrors materialized beside Shimoto as a droid gave the command to open fire.

As the flurry of red blaster bolts haphazardly flung itself towards the group, Shimoto maneuvered her mirrors in front of her and created a barrier of hardlight between the incoming barrage and herself. Forming a crude hardlight sword in her hand, Shimoto dashed towards the droids. In a near instant, she was on the first droid, and with a single, swift slash faster than the human eye could see, split a droid in half down the middle. She followed up with two more inhumanly fast strikes, dispatching another two droids in the blink of an eye. Not missing a beat, she was already moving towards the next droid, "Are any of you going to do something or are you just going to hide behind wall?"

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As if things weren't groovy enough already, a bunch of droids started spilling in from the far wall. The room shifted into an alien desert, and sure enough the droids started to rain down blaster fire.

There sure were a lot of droids, and Yoshilokage was beginning to feel rather peckish, so he decided to step out of the direct line of fire and let his more lively selves take care of the problem. "You guys are doing a really great job!" Yoshilokage called over the sound of blaster fire and metal hitting the floor as he found a spot where he shot at the least.

The sight of his interdimensional selves taking on a horde of droids was quite the spectacle, and Yoshilokage would have been content to keep watching if a stray blaster bolt hadn't happened to strike him in the shoulder.

His wound sizzled like a steak burning on a grill, but it wasn't the charred hole in his shoulder that Yoshilokage was staring icily at - it was the hole in his two thousand dollar suit jacket.

"Oh dear." Yoshilokage exhaled through his teeth as he examined the baseball-sized smoking hole in the fabric of his suit, before turning his eyes toward the swarm of droids ahead. He did not normally trouble himself with concepts like winning or losing, but this hole in his expensive suit was beginning to make him reconsider.

"KILO QUEEN!"

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A large, muscular humanoid figure manifested from Yoshilokage's own body as he called upon his stand. The duo struck some sick poses for a moment before Yoshilokage broke out into a charge to close the distance between him and the droids. Once he was within range, Yoshilokage's stand, Kilo Queen, drew back and launched a freight train of a punch into the head unit of an unwitting droid, sending it flying backward. The droid then exploded into a shockwave of blinding white light as Kilo Queen's ability activated. By this point Yoshilokage had unfortunately been turned into toasted swiss cheese by blaster bolts, and promptly collapsed. The wounds had been instantly cauterized from the nature of the energy bolts that had struck him, but Yoshilokage had become overwhelmed by the the mourning of his fancy suit.
 
The Corpse-like Shilo is caught off guard by the metal creatures. What are they, some kind of Golem? It doesn't matter, as apparently they mistook them for Jedi and that qualifies as instant hostilities. She is somehow lucky enough to bring an arm up to block an incoming blaster bolt, only for the arm to BURN from the contact with the particle beam. It drops to her side, limp. Her eyes narrow, she may not be able to feel it, but having to replace an arm here? That's enough to goad her into action. She draws the shovel on her back and brandishes it with her working arm, before dashing into battle. She woud focus on deflecting their weapons away from her and then striking at their necks, Hoping to shred the enemies without taking any more attacks.
 
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Woods merely scowled at his Shilo’s suggestion of it being some shitty therapy session before shaking his head, glancing towards all the other various "Shilo" characters mingling about and doing whatever suited them.

Well, if you're right about that second one, then I really don't want to associate myself with this crowd of... Yous. The American shook his head at his goofy wording, but it was the only way he figured he could describe the colorful cast of Shilos. It was like he was staring at a bunch of misfits from the galaxy event all over again, but now made out of people considering themselves as Shilo.

Either way, a fuck-ton of robots came out from various hallways, lining up like a kill squad facing everyone that was human and/or a Shilo. He slowly moved his hands to reach for the Titus-6 shotgun located on his back, which thankfully was still on him even after jumping worlds. He said nothing, tensing up as he listened to some other Shilo take "ownership" of this memory and order them to aim for the necks. He only nodded just before one of those stupid robots opened fire. Hell broke loose as various Shilos began to retaliate with various attacks and remarks. Woods unslung his futuristic shotgun before promptly aiming directly at a droid's head. Unfortunately, one of the stupid Shilos magically got in the way of his fire... and, well, one can probably imagine the results of buckshot to one's face.
 
In light of the ending of the role play, Shiloverse will also end. Upon vote, this was the memory that was meant to play for the official exit door opened. Anyone who wants to post their Shilo's memory is allowed to do so.

Content Warning: Child abuse, mentions of blood, death, and infant death.

As the group entered the room it would remain that same blinding white for a few seconds before voices and images started to flash around them, layered on top of one another in a visual and aural cacophony. The faces of some were recognizable to almost all present: Borys Saga, Vincent Riggs, Frank Woods. Other faces wouldn’t look familiar to all, though maybe some: The rest of Team 73 and Andrew Kaloh. Shilo’s entire body was tense, waiting for the scene to even out as it had with the others before. It didn’t.

“Whoa there,” Andrew’s voice could be heard as the forty year old lifted his hands to stop the on coming attack of a seventeen year old Shilo. She remembered that day clearly -- the day that had set her on the path for Team 73.

“I’m Vince-”
“Carm-”
“Call me Xan-”
“Eric-”
“I’m Arte-”
“Hi, I’m Nar-”
“My name is Q-Q-Quin-”
The introductions of all of the Team played together. It almost made Shilo smile, hearing all of their voices as one. Being around just herself, or other versions of herself -- even with Frank to cut into it -- had been starting to wear on her in a way she’d not really realized. Everytime she left the Team and was forced to work with a new group, she missed them in a different way. This time it cut a little bit deeper than the others, especially now when she was faced with their introductions.

“You never really deserved to wear such a beautiful, pure expression, not after you killed her.” Borys’s voice rang out against the happier memories. The scar over Shilo’s left eye ached painfully. She could feel the pressure of his arm against her throat as he pinned her to the wall.

“CIA op Frank Woods, at your service,” that was the gruff Marine’s voice. The rattling of the train that they’d met on could be heard in the background. Millennium City felt so far away, yet it had only been a few short months ago. It had completely changed her life in ways that she’d never expected, such as making friends outside of Team 73. Shilo shot Frank a glance from the corner of her eye, wondering if their meeting meant the same to him as it did to her.

CRASH

Before the assassin could think on it for too long, a sound came that made her freeze, far more tense than anyone would have seen her before. Her eyes were wide with a mixture of emotion, fear being the most prominent. “No,” Shilo’s pleading whisper sounded, but it was clear that she hadn’t even noticed that she’d said anything. The word torn from her throat in her desperation. The sound of ceramics breaking against tile had wiped the room completely clean of every other scene in less than a second. Finally, the walls took shape, throwing the group into the memory. A wood cabin, two couches on the left of the group, a medical bed behind one of them, and a grand piano to the right. A little girl, no older than five, sat in a pink chair with a book on her lap. Raven hair, tied back with a silk pink bow, hit against the back of the chair with a gentle pl-pl-pl-plet as the girl’s head snapped up from her book, her gaze going toward the short hallway that the group stood in front of.

She waited a moment, but no more sound came -- the usual string of Irish swears that she was used to hearing after a broken plate never cutting into the silence. “Mamai?” The little girl called as she pushed the book aside and slid to her feet, running to see what was wrong. The room followed her. The light of the living room, the darkness of the hallway, the brightness of the kitchen. “Mamai?” She asked again, stepping into the new room. The little girl stopped. On the floor of the kitchen was a woman, with hair just as dark as the child’s. Her body was writhing, her right arm dragging across the broken plate as her body seized. Blood trickled from the cuts the ceramics made, staining the white tiles. It only took a few moments for the girl to jump into action. She spun around, running back through the hallway. She stepped up onto the platform the piano rested on and pushed through the door at the bottom of the stairs.

The door opened up into a study. The five year old hurried to the large wooden desk, opening the top drawer and pulling out a cellphone. Her hands trembled ever so slightly as she dialed the number and placed the phone to her ear. It rang twice. “Caoimhe?” A male answered.
“Mamai fell, she’s having a seizure. You have to come home.”

Her father had gone into town to get food for the next month. He’d been gone two hours already, but it was an hour and a half drive from town to their home and Shilo didn’t know what to do. Borys never replied, merely hung up. With her father on the way, the child moved back into the kitchen. Her mother was still on the floor, the cuts on her arm worse now as the seizure continued. The little girl hurried over, picking up pieces of broken ceramic and throwing them into the trash so no further damage could be done, in that way at least. Then, all she could do was sit back and watch until the convulsions stopped.

She sat with her back against the cupboards, her knees pulled up to her chest. It only lasted a few minutes, but her mother didn’t wake up afterwards. Her chest was rising and falling, she was still alive. The cuts on her arm weren’t bad, nothing to worry about; though they would sting when her father dressed them. The silence was almost deafening as it dragged on. It was impossible to tell exactly how much time had passed when the woman stirred, her eyes fluttering open. “Storeen? Shilo?” She asked, her voice hoarse as she looked around the room for her daughter, her hand reaching toward her abdomen as if the action could somehow protect the baby. “Something is wrong. Call your father,” Caoimhe’s face was pale, contorted in pain as she tried to push herself up. Shilo crawled forward, putting a small hand to rest against her mother’s shoulder.
“He’s on his way, I already called him. He’ll be here soon,” she murmured, offering a comforting smile. Caoimhe gave a nod, patting her daughter’s hand before putting her head back down. She muttered something, but Shilo couldn’t make it out. Then she closed her eyes and seemed to have fallen asleep. Not wanting to leave her mother alone, and also wanting to be close enough to make sure that she continued to breathe, the five year old curled up and rested her head against her mother’s chest.

And there they stayed until the front door opened and rushed footsteps could be heard. Shilo’s head shot up, eyes wide. “In here!” She called, just as her father stepped through the doorway. The girl’s eyes widened further when she saw the pool of blood that had formed at her mother’s lower half. Without realizing it, Shilo had been laying next to her mother as she hemorrhaged and was slowly bleeding out, the unborn baby suffering all the while. Borys jumped into action without a word, scooping Caoimhe up off of the floor and taking her into the living room where the medical bed was already set up, and placed her there. With quick, skilled hands, the man hooked up the machines to his wife, checking for a pulse and doing a myriad of other things that Shilo couldn’t remember at the moment. The machine beeped to life, and he let out a sigh of relief, though didn’t revel in the victory for long. She was still bleeding out, and there was still a baby that he needed to save.

The man pulled out a set of surgical tools as Shilo watched on. How had she not noticed the blood? “Shilo,” the man’s voice was kurt as he called for his daughter. “Get over here and help me.” What he was expecting her to do, she didn’t know, but she stepped forward nonetheless. “Hand me the tools that I ask for, do everything as I say, when I say. Understand?” The girl nodded. Without a full surgical team, Borys would have to move as quickly as possible while still checking the vitals of his wife to make sure that she was still with them. In the stress of the situation, Shilo made a few mistakes, and they didn’t go unpunished. Berating yells from her father as she quickly switched out tools for the correct one, or moved out of his way so he could get a better angle. “Dammit, I need water. Warm water. Shilo, go.” Without hesitation, the girl stepped away from the table and hurried into the kitchen. She grabbed the bucket from underneath the sink, set it on the ground, and pulled one of the chairs from the table over to the counter. Picking up the bucket once more, she climbed up and turned the tap on. The water warmed quickly as it filled the bucket.

“Shilo!”
“Coming!” She kept the tap running as she jumped off of the chair, slipping against the tile due to the blood on her bare feet. Pushing herself back up, she hurried into the living room. “I need towels.” Again, without hesitation, Shilo ran off to the closet. She climbed the shelves like a ladder until she reached the one that held the towels and threw three to the floor. She jumped down, scooped them up, and rushed back to the surgery, handing them to her father before she ran back to the kitchen. The bucket was overflowing with water now. She climbed the chair once more, shutting off the tap before she tried to lift the water from the sink, but it was too heavy. Also too weak to tip it, the girl cupped her hands and moved the liquid from the bucket that way until she managed to tip it just enough she could pick it up. Shilo dropped the bucket right side up, sloshing water onto the floor as she carefully stepped off of the chair and lifted the bucket once more. It was heavy, water was splashing with her rough movements.

“Shilo!” Her father called again. The loud yell broke the girl’s concentration and she flinched, dropping the bucket onto the floor, spilling the water everywhere.
“Coming!” Shilo jumped over the puddle and ran back into the room. Blood soaked the medical bed, the floor, her father. He was holding something in his arms.
“Hold him,” Borys placed the small baby into Shilo’s arms and she quickly folded them to make a cradle like she’d seen in her books and the pictures of Caoimhe holding her as an infant. The man turned back to his wife, but Shilo wasn’t paying attention anymore. Her eyes were on her brother. His skin was red, and covered with various forms of gunk. Her dress was ruined, but she didn’t care. James had a full head of black hair, at least it looked black. His eyes were closed, so she couldn’t tell the color, but she imagined her mother’s sage green -- though she knew the baby would have dark eyes for now. He was light, but also kind of heavy at the same time. He was little, littler than Shilo, but it was clear he was going to grow up to be bigger than she was. It probably wouldn’t even take him that long to outgrow her. She smiled at the idea of them playing together, him bigger than her but she was still the boss. He’d listen to everything she had to say, and she’d read him books, and teach him languages, just like her Mamai and Papa had taught her.

Then the smile slowly faded away. This was her baby brother, the one she’d waited so long to meet, the one she was supposed to protect and watch over, the one that wasn’t breathing. Panic surged through her as she looked up at her father, too preoccupied with the screeching of the machine and his wife for Shilo to interrupt. But she had to try.
“Papa.” No answer. “Papa,” her voice was a little louder this time. Still no answer. “Papa!”
“What?!” Borys turned on Shilo and she flinched back, holding James closer to her chest.

“He’s not breathing!”
“I know!” And that was it. Borys turned back to Caoimhe. Shilo’s gaze flicked to the machine that was supposed to be monitoring her mother’s heart and saw a flat line running across it. She knew what that meant, she knew she knew. But it wasn’t registering. The world seemed to hold still as Borys worked, but eventually, after who knows how long, he gave up.

His hands slammed against the medical bed, jaring it, making Shilo flinch once again. Her arms were still wrapped around her stillborn brother. What else was she supposed to do? Finally, Borys turned around, stepping toward Shilo. He gently took the body of James from the girl’s arms, though Shilo found it harder than she thought to let go of him. She wanted to hold him longer, just a little bit longer. Maybe that was selfish of her. Reluctantly, she let her arms drop to her side as Borys pulled James away. His movements were gentle, careful. The man walked back to the medical table and placed the baby atop Caoimhe’s chest, placing her arms around him. If it hadn’t been for the blood, it would have looked picturesque and happy. He reached over with one hand and shut off the still screeching machine.

Silence washed over the scene once more, for a short moment that seemed to last an eternity.
“Papa?” Shilo stepped forward, without warning or hesitation Borys spun, his hand striking against Shilo’s cheek hard enough to knock her too the floor.
“What is wrong with you?” He growled. The girl froze, too shocked to react, too shocked to cry. Her cheek hurt. “You couldn’t have done anything? Just lay with her on the floor while she was bleeding? You were here, you should have done something!” It didn’t seem to register with the man that he was talking to a five year old, let alone his daughter who’d just lost her mother and brother. “Useless. Your lack of action cost them their lives, do you understand that?” Finally, Shilo’s eyes started to well up with tears.
“I-I’m s-sorry,” she stuttered out, not knowing what else to say. She should have done more, she had been here after all. She hadn’t noticed the blood, could she have called someone? Called her father again to get him here faster? Would he be less mad at her if she’d attempted the surgery herself? She wasn’t trained by any means, she wasn’t even allowed to cut vegetables yet, but would he have been less angry if she’d tried?
“Sorry,” Borys scoffed. “You killed them, Shilo. And you’re sorry? Go to your room, get cleaned up. We have graves to dig.”
 
thatguyinthestore said:
shoelo is still screaming in pain months later. life is agonizing hell for sheolo.​
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WHY ARE YOU POSTING ON THIS ALMOST 8 MONTHS AFTER THE LAST REPLY???

anyways in the spirit of these last three replies to the thread

yEET
 
because....

rawr x3 nuzzles, pounces on you, uwu you so warm (Ooh) Couldn't help but notice your bulge from across the floor Nuzzles your necky wecky-tilde murr-tilde, hehe Unzips your baggy ass pants, oof baby you so musky Take me home, pet me, and make me yours and don't forget to stuff me See me wag my widdle baby tail all for your buldgy-wuldgy Kissies and lickies your neck I hope daddy likies Nuzzles and wuzzles your chest (Yuh) I be (Yeah) gettin’ thirsty Hey, I got a little itch, you think you can help me? Only seven inches long, uwu, please adopt me Paws on your buldge as I lick my lips (UwU, punish me please) 'Bout to hit 'em with this furry shit (He don't see it comin')​
 
thatguyinthestore said:
because....

rawr x3 nuzzles, pounces on you, uwu you so warm (Ooh) Couldn't help but notice your bulge from across the floor Nuzzles your necky wecky-tilde murr-tilde, hehe Unzips your baggy ass pants, oof baby you so musky Take me home, pet me, and make me yours and don't forget to stuff me See me wag my widdle baby tail all for your buldgy-wuldgy Kissies and lickies your neck I hope daddy likies Nuzzles and wuzzles your chest (Yuh) I be (Yeah) gettin’ thirsty Hey, I got a little itch, you think you can help me? Only seven inches long, uwu, please adopt me Paws on your buldge as I lick my lips (UwU, punish me please) 'Bout to hit 'em with this furry shit (He don't see it comin')​
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i'm going to debone you like a fucking trout dEAR GOD
 
Pegalo pulled out her phone and began to browse through Instagram for unfunny memes. She found one she thought was hysterical and she began to wheeze and bang her hoof on the table in front of her. A fly flew into her mouth and down her throat making her start to gag and choke. She fell out of her chair writhing in pain as she slowly choked on the fly. Just like the terrible nasty patty incident.... she lied on the floor no longer moving as the fly flew out of her open mouth.​
 
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