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Camleen

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#1
...and we are all slaves to the performance.


Arlington, Virginia. Sometime in the year 2018. 6:00 PM eastern.
The quiet little house sitting at 616 Hickory Branch Lane had previously been occupied by a friendly family. They were sort of celebrities in the neighborhood. After all, the head of the household is one of the core members of the Avengers, Earth’s mightiest heroes. He moved into the house with his family, his wife and the twins (a boy and girl). A family he, himself, had constructed. He is known simply as Vision, a synthezoid. Not an android, not a robot, not a cyborg, not an augmented human. Something completely different. An artificial life form, and one of the mightier beings on this little world in the middle of nowhere. And even though he has fought for this world (saving it about 37 times if you’re counting) and fought in so many different galaxies… he is now trying to just live a ‘normal’ life. The synthezoid had his family, the family he had built with his own two hands. A job in Washington working for the White House.
It’s a nice story, isn’t it? One of Earth’s greatest of heroes seeking out a life without having to fight an intergalactic menace or maniac wanting to detonate the planet every other day. It’s something we all can hope for. A good life, with those you love.

But it wasn’t meant to be.
The house now is barely illuminated, everything perfectly organized and clean. Impeccable. Vision emerges from the kitchen wearing a pair of comfortable slacks and a turtleneck sweater. He sits down at the living room table, his eyes staring at his folded hands upon that table a moment.

6:01 PM eastern.
Another synthezoid enters the room, having come down the stairs. She tries to move quickly, a small frown upon her lips.
+Daughter, you are late for our evening gathering.+ With a sigh the girl moves to the opposite side of the table, sitting down at it as she speaks. +I apologize, father. My conversation had taken more time than I had calculated it would.+ She scoots her chair in, smiling now to him. +Are you sure you were not delaying your arrival here so you could focus on your game more?+ She feels herself slink down slightly, unable to bring her softly glowing eyes to him. +I wished only to speak with my friends a bit more, father.+ Vision watches his daughter without emotion, no anger in his voice. +I trust you can better plan in the future for our evening gathering.+ She nods, looking up to him now. +Yes, father. I will arrange my schedule better.+

The conversation then moves to how their perspective days went. Viv tells her father of the new classes she’s in at school. All of them advanced classes, of course. And Vision tells her of his day, of his meeting with the President of the United States, the meeting with the ambassador from North Korea. They get together like this every night. They don’t eat, so this is as close to being ‘normal’ as they can manage. The daughter, Vivian, has suggested they do eat during this time. Just so they have an actual meal during dinner. But Vision didn’t see the point, since neither of them required food for sustenance. He thinks it would be a waste of resources.


At 6:30 PM eastern precisely, they both get up from their chairs as one, and without a word move towards the living room. He looks towards the television, and it switches on as it receives a signal from Vision’s mind. He sits down on the couch, and Vivian sits next to him. The move with precision and efficiency, exactly what you would expect from people with supercomputers for brains. The television turns to a movie Vision was told of… the Godfather. He knows of it, of course. +Carol Danvers told me of this movie, and she recommended it for us to watch.+ Every week like clockwork they watched a movie together. Vivian just sits there silently, staring at the screen. +Daughter, please stop communicating with your friends. We are conducting family time.+ She looks to him with a scowl, and stops the conversation she was having wirelessly in her head with her friends. She then looks towards the television, huffing a little. +Yes, father.+

About an hour and a half in, Vision wonders why the hell Carol Danvers would recommend this movie for their movie night. Vision knew it was violent.. but he had no idea it was this bad! But as he is pondering that, he suddenly feels his daughter closer to him. She leans against him, her legs tucked under her body. Vision finds himself smiling a little, and he puts his arm around her as they continue to watch the movie. +I feel bad for that pretty horse. He had done nothing wrong.+ Vision finds himself smiling a little more. +No, he did nothing wrong, daughter.+

A few hours pass, and it’s now time for bed. Of course they don’t need to sleep. But wanting to try to get into a routine of ‘normal’, they do lay in their beds and shut down many of their systems for the night. It allows their minds time to collate the data from that day. A sort of rest for them. It’s the middle of the night… and suddenly Vivian is no longer in her room. “She some kind of robot?” A voice in her room that doesn’t belong to her or her father. Another voice… “I don’t know. They don’t pay me enough to figure it out. They tell me to fetch, I fetch.” 2 alien looking beings lift her unconscious form from her bed, and she does not stir. She has been, in fact, sedated. Just by changing the atmosphere in the room, she’ll be unable to act for a good hour or so. They step away from her bed with her, and one of them clicks a small button on his belt. And they are abruptly in another place. A metal corridor with a stand in it, odd contraptions hanging upon the stand. One of the men holds Vivian up and the other puts a collar around her neck. It starts to glow softly, effectively deactivating whatever powers she would have. “We’re not supposed to grab anything else?” One of them asks. The other shakes his head as he affixes gauntlets to her arms, her hands concealed in them. He attaches shackles to her feet, and then bounds her arms against her body with what look like cables. A click of a button, and parts of the apparatus now start to glow “Okay, confinement achieved. Huh.. what’s wrong with her?” They both look at her face, and it almost looks like she’s having a bad dream. “Her robo-circuits or whatever is gettin’ interference from the dampening collar. It’ll pass. Probably.” They both shrug and now drag her unceremoniously by her hair into a different chamber. “If she doesn’t get a contract, maybe she’ll be one of them sex-bots.” The other laughs as he lifts Vivian up “Can’t ever have to many of those!” They both laugh as he throw Vivian into the room, her body landing with a low thud.
It’s a large room, about 30 feet wide and 30 feet long. There doesn’t seem to be a ceiling. The walls are black and polished metal with seeming no seems. There is no door visible… no windows… no cameras… no features along the walls at all. While they see nothing along the walls, doesn’t mean they aren’t being observed.
Once the other ‘participants’ are gathered and ‘processed’ (power dampening collars and body shackles), they too will be put into this room.

But for now, Vivian just lays there on her side. Her eyes flutter open, those eyes just black. No glow to them whatsoever. She speaks softly, a tone that one uses when begging for help. Her voice is weak, almost sounding unstable.
+Father.+
+Father.+
+Father.+
+Father.+
 
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#2
No. 17 has been gone for a week now. 18 hovers above the ruins of the third city she has decimated since then, trying her best to not think about that fact as she watches a group of humans mount what can only be a useless last stand against her. Rifles are loaded with armor piercing rounds, and grenades packed with the highest grade explosives they could muster. People had witnessed her brother's death by that lone young man named Trunks, and it had given the remains of humanity the first flash of hope in years. It didn't even matter to them that their apparent savior had perished shortly after, pulverized by her hands. If she had been thinking clearer, 18 might have killed him more publicly instead of snapping his neck in a dark cave where he now lies rotting. Killing that flash of hope was not on her mind. All that she wanted to do was end the life of the one who had taken the only person she cared for.

They aren't aware of her up here at all. It's night time, and they no longer have the technology to detect her. They are only waiting for her to make one more sweep of the ruins. The pair always did this, to have the sick satisfaction of killing survivors of their first salvo individually. And they hoped this time, they could end her. End the terror and rebuild their city. 18 looks down at the city with her cold blue eyes with no intention of doing that. She is going to hit this planet with everything she has in mere moments. Maybe her immense well of power was enough to end the planet in an instant. Or maybe just enough to crack the mantle and start a slow agonizing death for all that remains on this rock, herself included. Her clothes had not been changed since that fateful fight. She hasn't cared to replace them. She hasn't cared for anything since.

After some time brooding in the dark of the night, 18 decides she has waited long enough. It was time to end this planet and herself. Even ending life held no meaning for her anymore. Not without 17. Therefore her life no longer meant anything. By all means she could self-destruct and be done with it, leave the Earth to its own devices.

But why leave them with a future at all? Life has no meaning. She had the whole of the world by the neck now and nobody could stop her from snapping it.

18 is ready to unleash her cold fury when fate it seems spares what remains of the world, and 18 herself. Lost in her own thoughts of genocide and suicide, she did not detect a single bullet coming at her. She feels its bite in her abdomen, curses at the actual pain it inflicts on her, and suddenly falls limp and plummets to the ground. She makes a small crater on impact with the ground, and lies there the most vulnerable she has been in years. That bullet was full of nanobots, and they had made quick work of her relatively primitive body to suppress her powers and render her unconscious.

The ones who had come for her were not taking any chances with No. 18 at all. They've seen what 18 is capable of if given an inch of leeway. She is unconscious from the point of her collection, through her processing, to when she is left in the same strange room with stranger beings. Someone somewhere flips a switch, or presses a button at that point, and 18 bolts upright from the floor. She whips her head around frantically. "What the hell!? W-where am I?!" She questions, not the least bit afraid. Her otherwise pretty face is contorted in a snarl, baring her perfect teeth. "I swear if this is you again Gero...I'm gonna do so much worse than kill you!" She threatens the only person she knows would know how to subdue her as she strains against the apparatus she's been affixed with, and feels none of her strength. Her energy is also gone, or else she would have blown this whole place upon waking up.
 

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#3
Shiki Ryougi’s apartment, Mifune City, Japan - June 23, 2001, 9:04 Tokyo Time

Mifune City was boring. There! She said it. Yes, she cared for Koukutou - and Shiki was going to use that name until the very day he took her more ancient surname - and she enjoyed going shopping with Azaka. She even found a perverse sense of fun in hating Aozaki. But Mifune was boring. All Garan no Dou got these days were puppet making requests, and Azaka was the only one who could help Touko out with that.

It payed the bills. That’s what that place did. Sometimes, she wished for those days when Araya was still out and about. The blood pulsing in her veins, lives dangling like threads in her vision... It was a pity. With the recent dearth of supernatural crime - there was a True Ancestor over in Misaki, so most of Japan’s Moonlit crowd was getting the heck out of Dodge - there wasn’t much for her to do. Even the occasional upstart precog who thought he was the only magic person alive had enough of a magic sense to smell the pungent odor of Gaia’s servant.

Maybe she should get a PI license. Those exist, right? She’d check with Koukutou tomorrow - he’s a nerd, he’d know that kind of thing. She sighed, tapping her chopsticks against the side of the plastic bowl she was holding. Just some rice. She couldn’t cook, and her manservant was still on his way back. By the Root, Aozaki was a coward - sending a lackey to the Clock Tower, rather than doing it himself? At least he wasn’t magically-raised. Magi would probably crash the plane from a passenger seat.

Ice cream or no ice cream, that is the question. After a moment, she shook her head and tossed the bowl at the sink, the metal chopsticks clanging against the steel rim of the sink and the wood countertop. Sugar would just fight off sleep, and frankly, she wanted this day over. Nothing interesting was going to happen tonight. She sighed, before grabbing the pillow lying next to her. She tossed it at the wall at the head of her bed, and yawned. Before she could lay down, however, the phone rang.

“Shiki?” She allowed herself a smile. It was good he was checking in on her. She could admit, she did like to hear his voice. London time was, what? Nine hours behind?

“Koukutou. Your flight hasn’t left yet?”

“No, it’s not supposed to leave until two. Good thing, too - apparently she’s being sent a full-sized puppet to mend.”

“Carrying a body-bag through customs?”

“Close enough. God knows how many people have given me strange looks.”

“When’s your plane supposed to arrive?” She didn’t even try to figure out the math. Time zones gave her worse headaches than Araya’s Death Lines.

“Tomorrow morning, your time. I’ll probably be in before you wake up, sleepyhead.” If anyone else said that to her, she’d probably kill them. And not with her Mystic Eyes, no. It’d be a painful death. But when he said it, she just felt a strange fuzzy feeling she wasn’t sure how to react to. Maybe that was just part of being engaged?

“Come by before you stop at Aozaki’s, will you?”

“You haven’t washed any dishes since I left, have you?” She didn’t deign to answer that. “Of course. I’d be happy to. I’m sorry for calling so late; didn’t get a chance earlier.”

“I was still awake.”

“Then get some sleep! It’s, what, nine?” Such a pansy. Probably still stuck to his grade-school bedtime. But...yeah, she’d listen.

“I will. Fly safe.”

“Sleep well! Love you!” Root damnit, yes, her heart did flutter when he said that. And yes, she knew he said it just as a pleasantry. Root damn that man.

“Goodnight.” A thought of SHIKI crushed any possible echoing response like a bug. He wouldn’t want such soft-hearted actions from her. She’d decided, sure, not to live solely for him anymore, but she’d be damned if she didn’t take him into consideration.

“Goodnight!” And with that, she hung up the phone. No need to drag it on any longer. She sighed. Believe it or not, she did actually want to talk to somebody about her confusion. But the only person who could help her was Touko Aozaki, and she’d rather become some deredere romantic like she’d heard the Moon Princess became before she’d entrust her emotions in Aozaki.

She slumped over, her head against the pillow. She blinked twice, before realizing that she hadn’t tried to fall asleep. What the- Finally, as if crawling up her nerves, she felt a sting on her leg, like a bee. Prana rushed to her eyes, her Mystic Eyes turning on like a flash of lightning. Death Lines swam into her vision, but she focused on one in particular - right next to [NOTHINGNESS], nearly masked by [NOTHINGNESS] that made up her [NOTHINGNESS], she saw a tiny Death Line, making up the neurotransmitters that the bullet was releasing into her body. Through the mist her mind was falling in to, she realized that she wouldn’t be able to cut a line that faint fast enough. The world went black.

As reality reformed around her, the first thing she saw were Death Lines. Well, that wasn’t quite true - she saw herself, eyebrows raised in mild interest - but that was the first thing that made sense. They were strange, bizarre. They weren’t faint like Araya’s, no. They were clear as day - but they spun in strange shapes. Twisting and spinning in a strange dance, a mockery of life that only could be compared to a Dead Apostle’s Death Lines. Death made sense for them, but it was a death of “no,” not a death of “yes.”

What was she saying? Was she crazy? Probably. But the Lines didn’t make sense. And, as the rest of her senses came into line, she realized that she was shackled. And not together, alas; she could cut the handcuff’s lines with a fingernail after enough tries, if that was the case. No, it was far enough apart that she’d have to cut both at once, and she doubted she could focus enough to do that. Especially as - a glance revealed - the metal hadn’t so much as been touched by a living thing before now. How did that make sense?

A glance around revealed several other people in the room - for a certain definition thereof. One was silver, the other an orangish-pink. There was a normal-looking human, thankfully. They all seemed as restrained as she did, and several were unconscious.

She’d have to wait, she supposed. If Koukutou was here, he’d probably try to gather as much information as he could before he acted. Normally, she’d just brute-force her way through problems, but that wasn’t going well at the moment. If she was going to be getting a PI license, she supposed, she’d need some practice. She took a deep breath, before reaching out to feel the Mana around her. A decent amount radiated from the human in front of her, confirming her theory; the others were an affront to death itself. Aside from the human, there was a trace of it wafting in from outside the cell, like a breath of spring air. Faint, though; too faint. Not the ambient level even a house built underground would get. Not Earth, then, or at least not a normal one. The Reverse Side, maybe? She wasn’t under Gaia’s dominion, which was a scary - but freeing - thought. But there was something, or somethings, alive around here. Good.
 
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#4
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Tap.

Tap.

Tap.

Tap.

Tap.

The sounds of Zer0 tapping the hilt to his sword filled the night air. As he sat down on a cliff that was shadowed by the floating city of Sanctuary. Making the night even more dark where he was currently sitting.

Or at least the hologram of Zer0 was sitting. The real Zer0 was pacing back and forth nearby. He didn't know why, but having his hologram activated while not in combat helped him relax. Which is what he needed right about now as he was facing the greatest challenge yet.

How to get pass his now unshakable boredom.

It was something that had yet to be bested, one challenge that Zer0 wanted to defeat ever since he was created. Sure, there were some challenges or some thrill that had sated this hunger.

Handsome Jack, The Warrior, and a handful of others had managed to quell the thirst for a good amount of time. But then it returned, wanting more and more. Something to surpass those challenges. None of the adventures that had followed the defeat of Handsome Jack and his controlled Warrior by the hands of the Vault Hunter Group even came close to sating it. Not even when he buried his blade in Piston's chest, or had landed the killing blow on the Son of Crammerax or gone on the hunting venture that Sir Hammerlock had invited them on.

A part of his mind turned this to his colleagues. As they all would've provided more than a worthy challenge. Especially Maya with her siren abilities. Not to say Axton, Salvador or Krieg and that Technomancer wouldn't also be worthy prey.

Yet, he stopped himself. The ragtag group were family in a sense. They had all joined together to defeat Handsome Jack. And went on a multitude of adventures after that.

Infact, he felt guilty about this. And that perplexed him.

Why would he feel guilty?

He had killed so many people, some of whom didn't deserve what came to them, and yet their collective deaths had little to impact to his consciousness or whatever counted for it. Hell, some of the deaths were remembered fondly as by the challenge they provided in the moment. And yet, when debating on if he should turn on his comrades fills him with enough guilt that he seeks solace in the shadow of the floating city far away from his friends. As if he were some teenager embarrassed with their changing body.

This train of thought brought him back to where he started.

What challenge was there left to surpass? And what if there was no ultimate challenge anymore?

What if Zer0's dream of one day facing an equal foe, and perhaps dying to a worthy enemy if victory wasn't guaranteed, would never come to pass?

The thought filled him with a cold that could only be mimicked by the corpses he had left behind.

And then there some odd sound, like a high-pitched whistling.

The sound of a something fast and small traveling through the air. And before he knew it, a needle had pierced his suit and injected a liquid that his system identified as some sort of tranquilizer. The impact instantly turned off Decepti0n, and the hologram vanished while his cloak was disrupted. The nano-machines in his body fought this liquid's effects as best as they could, but his vision began to blur and his muscles began to weaken. He made out what seemed to be extremely alien looking organisms. Their details blurred by the drug in his system, he could barely make out. "Don't fight it, it'll only make things worse."

To hell with that.

If he was to be captured like some animal, he was going to kill someone. At least take a life down with him.

Taking hold of the hilt, his partner materialized into a glowing cyan blue blade and he lunged with what strength he had at the closest pair of blobs, his senses not seeing the rest of them surrounding him. One had dodged gracefully, but the other was unfortunate. As evident by how his neck was clean severed from his body with just one swing.

"Leaves falling from trees/Snow drifting onto the ground/Life leaving your corpse." He slurred, as the drug began to finally overpower him. The blade returning to digi-storage and the suit as a backup feature, stored the hilt away as well.

As he fell unconscious. The group of otherworldly kidnappers slapped on a neck device that quickly turned off most of Zer0's abilities and locked access to his digi-storage, not that he could tell in his current state. And they grabbed the Assassin and their fallen comrade, they made their way back to whence they came.

Leaving the cliff side as barren as the hearts of most of the inhabitants of Pandora....
 
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#5
Prologue: Hyperdimension Neptunia: Life Is But A Stage.

It was a quiet day in Gamindustri. After defeating the notorious villain known as Rei Ryghts who turned out to be the Ancient CPU of Tari, Neptune and the other Goddesses were going about their regular business, working on their nations and keeping their citizen's faith strong. Well, most of them anyways. Neptune was doing what she does best: Relaxing.

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"Yaawn... Mmm, taking a nap in the warmth of the Planeptune Sun is the best! ...Although, I kinda feel like I had some really creepy dream..." Neptune exclaimed as she stretched her arms and readied herself for the day. Until of course someone or some people approached her. "Hey, sorry, I'm not taking any autographs today. Your dear Goddess is off on her break." The two soldiers simply looked towards each other. "This the "Neptune Girl" we were supposed to capture?" "No doubt, she definitely looks like a child." "And this is supposed to be a goddess in this world? Please. At least we did some research beforehand." "Heey, I'm right here!" "Quiet. We're taking you in." "Me? What exactly have I done? I was just napping here." "We were just told to fetch this "Neptune" person, and you fit the bill. But don't think we didn't do our homework, kiddo." And the two brought out a device with them which they activated. "W-wait a minute... Oh come on, are you seriously using that technology? You're not in with that Arsnore person are you? We've had enough games involving her now, which is something I need to talk to the writers about because she is really boring." "..." "..." "Let's just take her." "Yeah." And so they proceeded to knock her out when she was helpless to act. They utilised a piece of technology created by Arfoire to seal the CPU's powers, making them almost powerless in combat.

And so they took her away, without her even being able to stop them...

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"In you go, kiddo!" A soldier shouted as they chucked her into the cell with everyone else. It appeared to be quite a large room and appeared to already have a few people inside. What an odd situation for the Protagonist of Protagonists to be thrown into. Dusting herself off, she walked towards the group.

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"Hey hey, what's going on ladies? And... Cyborg? Uh... Where are we, exactly? I was relaxing in Planeptune when these two muscle-heads knocked me out. I'm supposed to be the Protagonist here, and this is how I'm treated?! I blame the writers."

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#6
For another few moments the light red skinned synthezoid lays there on her side. Others begin to fill the large room, seeming to come out of nowhere by her perception. And as she lays there, she tries to break free of the bonds she has found herself in. But they will not bend to her will, nor can she move through them.

Now confusion starts to grow in her mind.

With a soft grunt she rolls onto her back and then promptly sits up. She looks towards some of her new cellmates, her eyes now starting to glow softly once more. A quick diagnostic of her major systems show only a few small anomalies. When the collar was first affixed to her slim neck, something in it reacted to her biomechanical structure. Now pushes one of her legs more under her body as she leans forward, and she pushes herself to her feet. Silently she observes the others… especially the 2 of them speaking. One very angrily and the other in more of a confused fashion. She tries once again to strain against her restraints, but her strength is gone. So is all of her powers. She shakes her head a little, looking down to try and think. She went to bed, she had just gotten off of the phone with Kamala. They were planning to go see a movie in the morning. That might have to wait. Slowly her softly glowing eyes move towards the others once more, and she notices they’re all wearing very similar restraints. The coloring of the shackles is slightly different from one to the other. The power dampening collar they wear all glow a soft orange color, looking just like thin pieces of metal wrapped about their necks.


It’s about then they hear a voice that seems to come from everywhere around them. Not overly loud, more subtle. But the excitement is obvious.

“Welcome new aquisitions! Welcome to your new lives!” There is applause and cheering from somewhere, but it only lasts a few moments. It was obviously just a sound effects track. “My name is Kolo, and I am the vice president of your new employer, the Zabava Broadcasting Network!” More cheers, and they are suddenly cut off. “I wish I could be there in person to greet you, but you know how it is running a galaxy’s worth of talent! But have no fear, we’ll be meeting soon! For now I leave you in the very capable hands of” this part is suddenly cut off, and somone else’s voice is heard. “Yanoro.” that voice cuts off, and once more Kolo’s voice is heard. “Just one of my favorite people in all the galaxy, that one! That person will address any questions or concerns you may have! Once again, welcome to the team!”

Vivian turns in a slow circle, studying the walls and floor. Looking for where the voice might be coming from, looking for any seams or any indication of weakness. But she finds none of these. +I did not apply to work anywhere.+ She says very matter of factly, almost to herself.

And then Yanoro’s voice fills the room. It’s not a booming voice, conversation level. As if he were standing righ there with the group of prisoners. “So here’s what it is. You’ve been drafted from your realities to work for the Zabava Broadcast Network. Billions of people get our signals. You all are going to become stars. Livin the good life, you will. You’ll be signing your contracts soon, ya will. Because while you were out, you’ve all been injected with a few things.”
When he says that, Vivian looks down at herself, trying to find any irregularities.

“Translator microbes, first. So when ya hear someone talkin, it sounds like your own language. And also been injected with thousands of Expander Droids. All in yer blood streams. Size of molecules now, but if ya misbhave they’ll expand at once to 10 inch diameters. While inside ya. So yeah, you’re signin contracts.”
A pause, and he continues.

“These are just initial thoughts… so don’t get all offended if I get things wrong. We got Shiki Ryougi… probably the type for some kind of supernatural detective elimination show. Zer0… lone wolf type. Guys wanna be like that, girls want to be with that kind. So you’ll be in some kind of team concept, and be the loner. Lucky you. Number 18.. angst angry strong girl. You’re a delight, aren’t you. You can be the villain in someone’s story. Maybe against Zer0’s team! Vivian Vision. The puppet that wants to be human. That’s cute, and done to death. You’ll be 18’s partner in crime. And finally Neptune. Cutesy unintentionally funny girl. Not good enough for your own series… you’ll be in an ensemble cast, maybe with more serious color coded teams.”


As he speaks, Vivian has just been standing still, staring down at herself. Consider, if you will, the gravity of the situation she finds herself. She has, what is effectively, instant death devices inside of herself that she can’t isolate. She’s been kidnapped, rendered harmless and helpless. And all she can think… she doesn’t want to be human! But she doesn’t voice that, she’s just insulted by it.

“Okay give me questions and death threats.”
Yanoro continues. “Because at least one of you are gonna tell me how you’re gonna escape and kill us all. Like millions have before. But you should know, no one’s ever escaped from here. You’re going to be signing contracts soon and working for us. Either a very very good, famous life. Or digging rocks. Questions?” His tone a pleasant one.

Vivian silently looks along those trapped with her. The glowing collars they all wear, that must be what is neutralizing their powers. How could she know that? The shackles they are all held in that prevents escape… they serve a purpose. And they all have similar ones. The glowing collars, that is also something they all have on. And it serves no outward apparent purpose… so they must be what is rendering them powerless. But she has no clue how to negate them.

Yet.