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[Char. Dev.] Ties that Bind.

Posted by RydiFor group 0
Rydi
GM, 880 posts
Thu 31 Mar 2011
at 02:00
  • msg #1

[Char. Dev.] Ties that Bind

Impetus startled out of another waking nightmare, memories from his chrysalis coming together for the third night in a row.  He didn't sleep much, but when he paused to rest or remember the events of his day, the fragmented images and feelings took over.  He could still feel himself as part of her, connected to Caroline and their daughter, all of them in chrysalis at once and joined by the very fabric of the universe.  Looking around, Impetus noted that the room was as bright as day, and that he was leaking quantum like water from a sieve.  Tamping down the power, he tried once again to remember.

She had been in chrysalis too long, and they had gone to check.  Santiago and Raoul revealed her hiding place, a cave deep under the sea, but when the three of them arrived they foud nothing.  They were all concerned, but held a tentative hope that she had emerged and was exploring her new powers and form.  They put out feelers, but she was nowhere to be found.  Imp knew there was something wrong, something he couldn't quite put his finger on.  Until tonight.  The vision from tonight was different.

He could feel Caroline's distress.  She was taking longer to emerge from the quantum cocoon because of the baby, but she was never alarmed until that night.  Impetus could feel her fear as a shudder through the core of his own being.  She had sensed a familiar, trusted presence, but he shouldn't have been there, shouldn't have known where to find her.  His presence, normally a balm, grew sinister and overwhelming.  Then there were others, felt by their energy signatures but never seen, touching her, moving her, taking her away.  She struggled to emerge, instinctively trying to guard herself and her child, but she was trapped by the cocoon that also protected her.  And then the presence that comforted Impetus throughout his own transformation was just... Gone.  Only a cold emptiness remained of her, and he shuddered at the wrongness of it.  Fighting to emerge, the shield of solidified quantum began to unravel, and Impetus burst forth, confused and disoriented, from his transformation.

The memory fell into place, and left Impetus with a gnawing fear as his constant companion.  What had happened to Caroline?

---

Gravitas glanced over notes on the latest Utopia proceedings.  He wasn't a member anymore, but he still got the courtesy updates, and they paid him a hefty consulting fee to work on some of their tougher problems.  Most of the issues were either terribly simple, outside his areas of interest, or required more time than he cared to give to them.  One item caught his eye however; a string of murders, obvious nova culprit, few leads.  Several of the victim's bodies were missing, and those that remained had not decayed as they should.  The details of the case struck him as familiar, and once he looked at the notes on the victim's tissue samples, he knew.  Ben.

Quentin looked at the notes again.  They would find the connection, Ben's tissue samples were on record.  The question was, what should he do about it?  Throw them off?  Help Utopia track him down?  Find Ben and help him?  If Utopia got ahold of him, he would likely wind up in one of the holding facilities, and the rumors surrounding those places were unpleasant at best.  Ben wouldn't be able to avoid Utopia for long, either.  Quentin watched the second hand of the wall clock slowly move forward, and as it ticked out the passage of another moment, he knew that there would be precious little time to save his brother.

---

Suzukaze returned from another mission battered and tired.  She intended to just visit Shiro for a moment before turning in.  The sleeping guard was her first clue that things weren't right.  Suddenly alert and eyes full of deadly resolve, 'Kaze moved into Shiro's room.  But he was gone.  In his bed was a note, written in kanji.

Wind.  You thought you would leave us.  You were wrong.  Shiro is ours, and if you value his life, or that of your family, you will do nothing to oppose us.  And when we ask it, you will help us.  When you tell your new employers of the kidnapping, say nothing of this note, or what you love will die.

---
After another long day of publicity events and charity work, Dillon sat at his desk staring at a picture of his family.  Comstock tried to be good to them, stay close to them.  Maybe it was love, maybe it was guilt, maybe it was responsibility.  Probably it was all three.  But whatever the reason, he took care of them, made sure they were happy, gave them what he could.  Not all of them knew exactly how to deal with the transition, and things weren't exactly normal at home anymore, but everyone put on a happy smile for Dillon when he came to visit, and they mostly put his gifts to good use.  Except for his older brother.

Terrence and Dillon were close as children, with Terrence always the protective over-achiever.  Whatever Dillon could do Terrence could do better, but he was never mean about it.  When Dillon had trouble through his life, Terrence was always a stable and successful shoulder to lean on.  But after Dillon erupted, everything changed.  Suddenly Terrence was second best, constantly in his brother's shadow; then the nova boom industries started competing with traditional manufacturing, leading to Terrence's layoff.  Now, Terrence lives off of Dillon's charity, and is in a spiral of self destruction.  He doesn't even show up to family gatherings anymore; he's too ashamed.  Gambling, drinking, and fairweather friends are his only company.

When the phone rang and Dillon saw his brother's cell number show up on his caller ID, he knew it couldn't be good.  And when he answered, it wasn't.  Terrence was in a jam, at some dive bar, and needed a ride.  No, a cab wouldn't do, he needed his brother.  Terrence ended the call with another plea for help before abruptly ending the call, and left Comstock to consider his next course of action.

---

Gale had a day to herself.  She was away from base, staying at her apartment.  Taking a little time for relaxation and a chance away from the media.  She was just about to settle in to a book and some pleasant music, when she heard yelling from her door guard in the hall.  She hadn't asked for the guard, but Utopia insisted, and he really had been quite helpful at keeping the press away.  She probably should at least go check on him.

Peaking out into the hallway, she was completely surprised by what she saw.  A young man stood arguing heatedly with the guard.  He was still in his teans, wearing weathered denim, tennis shoes and a tank top, with sun bleached hair and a duffel bag slung over his shoulder. He smiled at Gale as their eyes met. "Hey sis, you wanna help me out here?"
This message was last updated by the GM at 21:10, Fri 30 Aug 2013.
Comstock
GM, 908 posts
a.k.a. Dillon Amargosa
Man or Mineral?
Wed 6 Apr 2011
at 18:52
  • msg #2

Re: Ties that Bind

Some things had to take priority.  On short notice and with apologies, Dillon excused himself from the social, found his coat and left.  This kind of schmoozing still didn't sit well with him anyway.

He felt his eufiber colony ripple and knew he was getting worked up.  Terrence didn't deserve half the trouble he'd found.  But the self-absorbed drunk routine had to stop.  How long before he did something he couldn't take back, something Dillon couldn't make better?  Thoughts of the good times and kept him driving.

He found the dive.  And insisting on driving an old truck made the decision to park in bad parts of town a lot easier to make.  He just didn't know what he was going to find when he went through that door.  One thing he was sure of was that he had a wallet full of cash, and hopefully that would be enough.
Gravitas
player, 551 posts
Behold Gravitas!
Master of Gravity
Wed 6 Apr 2011
at 20:56
  • msg #3

Re: Ties that Bind

I should have pursued this a long time ago, Quentin thought to himself. He'd intended to, following the events in Colombia. In the days that followed the final battle, he'd been preoccupied with recovery from his injuries and then his chrysalis.

He committed the notes on the tissue samples to memory and then brought up a map on the computer he was sitting at. No matter what he did with his little brother, he needed to find him first. He plotted the locations where the bodies for each of the tissue samples had been found, and where they'd disappeared from. Then he added in data from his memory regarding the disappearance of his brother's body. He overlayed locations of cartel hideouts that Utopia found over the last two years, still suspecting that the now-busted cartels had some sort of involvement in the issue - if not with the bodies actually disappearing, then with his brother's eruption.

He stared at the map in silence for a moment, allowing his thoughts to connect and disconnect the varied data points in novel ways as he also considered the tissue sample data. He sometimes wondered if his intellect somehow tapped into some sort of wellspring of knowledge or something - the connections he was able to make and the completely new things he was able to think up defied even his own explanations most of the time. It was useful to be able to put it to work for his own ends, but he was often left with the question 'Where did that come from?'.

Dozens of possibilities flashed through his mind. Each was rapidly analyzed, dissected, and ultimately rejected. There had to be an answer out there somewhere, some lead that would lead him to his missing brother. He just had to find it.
Suzukaze
player, 238 posts
The steel wind
Wed 13 Apr 2011
at 01:22
  • msg #4

Re: Ties that Bind

Suzukaze crumples the note in her hand. She turns and walks from the building pulling out her cell once outside. She dials the number and puts the phone to her ear. Her voice is like ice when she speaks.

"Paul. I swear to god that if you aren't at the Archon in 10 minutes I'll hunt your ass down the hard way. Your going to bring me back for a little meeting."

She hangs up and putting the phone away she races off. Once she arrives and gets inside she sits at a table in a corner of the room. She closes her eyes as she waits.
Impetus
player, 1029 posts
Social Tac Nuke
Mon 25 Apr 2011
at 03:40
  • msg #5

Re: Ties that Bind

Imp left his bedroom, padding silently through the darkness of his house, well, former darkness, the glow emanating from him bathed the place in a warm white-gold light.  On his way through the kitchen a bottle of beer emerged from the fridge, opened itself and nestled into his hand.  He took a pull, savoring the complexity of the flavor as he walked out into the compound.  It was 2am, most of the lights were out, and all the baselines were asleep, or at least inside.  He saw light coming from the windows of some of his fellow novas, many had moved past the need for sleep, as he himself had.  Still, they weren't the ones he wanted to talk about this with.  he needed somebody that could relate to his own experiences, who could understand what he was going through.  He couldn't think of any single person, instead he would need to talk to two different people, one about the visions, one about the reality.  He lifted off and headed for Santa Fe.  Jeremiah had told him thaat he'd be staying there for a few weeks, and if there was anybody who could understand the near mystical nature of Chrysalis visions, Scripture could.
This message was last edited by the player at 05:10, Mon 25 Apr 2011.
Impetus
player, 1030 posts
Social Tac Nuke
Thu 28 Apr 2011
at 05:43
  • msg #6

Re: Ties that Bind

He sailed over the desert, a luminous self directed comet.  The land below was quiet, dark, and still, really quite beautiful under the light of the moon.  His path took him across the Arizona border and he noticed a pickup truck stopped beside the highway, emergency flashers on.  Landing near the vehicle, but not so close as to cause alarm, he hailed the vehicle.  "Hello, do you need some help?"  a man emerged from under the hood, and a woman emerged from the cab, they didn't respond initially, instead stared at the glowing man who had seemingly materialized out of thin air, "Um, uh, we, uh..."
"Where are you headed? I can take you and your vehicle there, or to the nearest garage, if you'd like, they won't be open though."
"Weumwe'regoingtoSantaFe, I'mstartingschoolthereattheArtandDesignschool... UmI'm KrisnicetomeetyouMrImpetusSir!" It came out in a breathless rush.  "Nice to meet you Kris, and.." "Dan", "Dan. It just so happens that I'm heading to Santa Fe myself, why don't you two get in the truck and I'll take you straight there?"
Once they were inside Imp lifted the truck telekinetically and moved underneath it.  He then took off into the sky, gently so as not to alarm/injure the young people.  A short while later he set them down gently at a garage near the university, treated them to a very early morning breakfast at a 24h diner, then headed just outside of town to meet Scripture.  The man was in a comfortable looking adobe house, perched on the rim of one of the sandstone canyons that the region had in such profusion.  the door opened before Imp could knock.
Gale
player, 201 posts
And sore must be
the storm--
Fri 6 May 2011
at 06:28
  • msg #7

Re: Ties that Bind

Sis?  Gale's brow furrowed.  Nobody just called her that, and she was about to go back inside her apartment and let the guard handle it.  Then, a flash of recognition.  Something about him seemed familiar.  The facial structure, the hair, those eyes...those green eyes that matched her own.  "Jimmy?"  A question.  She wasn't sure.  She hadn't seen him in 5 years.

Stepping out of the safety of the doorway, she approached, looking the young man up and down. Her expression was incredulous.  She didn't believe it.  "Jimmy?" she repeated.  "Is that really you?"
Rydi
GM, 900 posts
Fri 3 Jun 2011
at 09:54
  • msg #8

Re: Ties that Bind

Scripture stood in the doorway, illuminated by the fireplace blazing in the small living room and his own inner light.  He greeted Impetus with beatific smile, and a concerned gaze.  "My friend, you seem burdened.  Come inside, sit by the fire.  Tell me what troubles you."

---

Gravitas had precious little data to work with, but the pattern of the murders was at least clear.  Ben was somehow connected, and whoever was doing the killing was making a path down the east coast.  The trail wasn't all that obvious to one without a preternaturally keen insight, but to Quentin the path of the killer was painfully obvious, as was the killers next stop: New York City.  The murders were generally in low income, high crime areas.  Street folk mostly, and nearly all of them with a long criminal record.  Quentin made an impossibly complex predictive model to forecast the likely timing an location of the killers next attack.  If the model held true, then Quentin had between 17 and 23 hours before the next killing.

---

Paul walked into the Archon.  Though the crowd was light at this time of day, and the music merely a dull roar, he still had a bit of difficulty squeezing through the press of bodies to one of the side rooms.  When he finally found Suzukaze, he sat down without greeting, turning a chair around and stradling it.  Arm leaning on the chair back, he gazed at 'Kaze with one eyebrow raised questioningly.  "You called?"

---

By the time Dillon arrived, it was after closing time.  His brother sat at the bar drinking slowly, with a man to either side encouraging him to drink a little more.  "Come on, its on us.  Don't look so sad man, it's all gonna be alright long as you come through for us.  You are gonna come through, right?"  The look of predatory joy on the men's faces paired with the look of fear and confusion in Terrence's eyes gave Dillon the distinct impression of two cats playing with a mouse.

Three more men sat at a table near the door.  After Dillon walked in, an older balding man spoke.  "Hey now, looks like Terry came through for us after all."  Standing, the man spread his arms in greating toward Dillon.  "Alright then.  Mr. Amargosa, I'm so sorry to drag you out of bed, or whatever it is you do at this time of night, just to come all the way out here to our little hole in the wall.  But you see, your brother has certain obligations that he hasn't been meeting.  We hoped that maybe you might be able to help him out, take care of things."

---

"Really really.  It's me.  I know I look dif- ow, hey, hands off!  She knows me you jerk!  Yeah, like I was saying, it's been a while, I've grown up since you saw me.  I'm kinda on the outs with dad right now, and he said I could 'just go live with Gale' if I didn't want to live by his rules... So I took him up on the offer."  A closer look told Gale that her brother looked tired and worn out.  And he smelled like he'd been traveling for a few days without much of a break.
Suzukaze
player, 246 posts
Assassin Wind
Sat 4 Jun 2011
at 21:49
  • msg #9

Re: Ties that Bind

Suzukaze stares at Paul with death in her eyes.

"Paul your my best friend and as my friend I'm going to ask you not to fuck with me." She throws the note across the table at him. "I know you guys have Shiro. And if you honestly don't then I need to find who does. Either way I need to meet with the assassins and the director. You're going to bring me there now."
Comstock
GM, 926 posts
a.k.a. Dillon Amargosa
Man or Mineral?
Sun 5 Jun 2011
at 15:16
  • msg #10

Re: Ties that Bind

Dillon's teeth ground together.  He'd just phoned some philanthropists to cancel so he could be hustled by his brother's loan sharks.  He hadn't been looking forward to a late night social, but this wasn't what was advertised either.  "Alright guys.  I think I can see the writing on this one."  His voice picked up a tinny reverb, and he closed his eyes to calm it.  "You alright over there?"  He nodded to his brother, trying to judge if he'd been bruised, beaten or otherwise mishandled.  Was this disappointment he was feeling?  Anger?  The pre-battle shot of adrenaline that sets you on edge?

Turning back to the other two, he sighed and slipped his hands into his pockets.  "So ... you the owners?  What're you in for on this one?  Thousand bucks?  Two?"
Gale
player, 207 posts
And sore must be
the storm--
Sun 5 Jun 2011
at 18:00
  • msg #11

Re: Ties that Bind

"It's ok, Bob," she said to the security guard.  "He's telling the truth."  The winged woman was just as surprised.  After all, she had never expected her brother to show up on her doorstep.  And how was poor Bob the guard supposed to know that she even had a brother?

His reason for being here stung a bit though. Did their father see her as the alternative to living at home with the family?  Did he dislike her that much?  She covered it up though, and put an arm around his shoulder.  "Come on in, then.  You can wash up, and I have a spare bedroom you can use.  You hungry?"
Impetus
player, 1050 posts
Social Tac Nuke
Fri 10 Jun 2011
at 11:45
  • msg #12

Re: Ties that Bind

Impetus smiled and embraced his friend warmly, "It's been too long Jeremiah, too long by far." he entered the room and took a seat in a comfortable chair by the fire. His host sat down and waited patiently for Impetus to start talking, he did so with no segue, no lead in, proof that he was deeply shaken. "Jeremiah, you've gone under, and know many people who have. Have you heard anything about someone being in contact with another nova who is in Chrysalis?" he frowned, "I could communicate with Car when I was in the cocoon, even as far away as Mars I could talk to her, or at least I have fragmentary visions of having done so.  I felt her get taken, saw her get grabbed and probed and cut and experimented on. She knew she didn't have enough energy to keep both herself and our baby alive, she chose to die and let our unborn daughter live. These memories and images seem so real, so vibrant, but so incredibly far away. Could they be real? Could I have seen Car die and felt our baby being born?" he frowned, pensive, waiting for his friend to respond.
Rydi
GM, 909 posts
Mon 13 Jun 2011
at 07:08
  • msg #13

Re: Ties that Bind

Suzukaze looked at Paul as he read the note, and found surprise and confusion in his eyes.  "Look, I don't know what's going on here, but we didn't do this.  At least I'm pretty sure we didn't.  But I can't take you to the others.  You still aren't anyone's favorite person, and this isn't the time to press your luck.  But Shiro is my friend, and I can at least help you find him.  What can I do to help?"

The assassins weren't known for their honesty or forthrightness, but she'd known Paul for years and could read him pretty well.  He was probably telling the truth.

---

The talkative little man smiled disarmingly.  "Like I said, I'm really sorry to drag you out.  And to tell you that this is a little beyond money anymore.  You see, your brother defaulted on a pretty serious loan, and then he decided to beat the hell out of one of my good friends who came to talk to him about his debt.  There's some payback in order my friend, but I figured that we ought to give his family a chance to come through, maybe solve things politely.  You do a few favors for us, your brother walks out on his debt, and no one ever has to know that you spend your nights in shady places like this one."  With that last bit, he points to a cheap security camera recording the scene.  Dillan's enhanced senses let him know that rather than being connected to an on-sight computer, the camera is transmitting data to another location.

Dillan wasn't a manipulative genious, but he knew that if word got out that his brother was in trouble with criminals, or worse that Comstock spent his time associating with those same criminals, it would be disastrous for his charity work and advertising deals.

---

Bob turned grudgingly, and went back to his post. "If you need anything, remember I'm just outside ma'am."  Bob took his job seriously, and fingered his cross as he resumed his post.  He seemed to view Gale with a cross between religious reverence and fatherly concern.

Her brother however seemed to view her with a bit less trust as he hurriedly moved inside the room.  It was clear he wasn't sure what to expect, and was pretty off balance.  Seeing his older sister in person, wings and all, further discombobulated him.  But when she asked if he was hungry he nodded enthusiastically.  "Yeah, starving.  You know how dad is, I said I was leaving and he called my bet.  Told me to get out then and there.  I probably should have backed down, but I just walked out.  Had enough money to get here, and that was it.  I hitched my way the last bit of the way here, and I didn't really eat much on the way."

---

Scripture's eyes filled with unshed tears as he listened to Impetus.  "I had no idea.  I had hoped for the best, that perhaps she had emerged from her chrysalis and left to explore on her own.  I still hope that, but your words make it difficult."  He paused, staring thoughtfully at a prism as it refracted the ambient light in the room.  "I have heard of people having visions while in chrysalis.  Some proved prophetic, or showed current events thousands of miles away.  Others were merely nightmares, artifacts of a tormented subconscious, or futures that never came to be. I truly hope that your visions were of the later set."

He stared once more, pensive.  "We must find what happened to her Impetus, and we must do so soon. I had thought it best to wait and let time reveal what happened, but I realize now that I was wrong.  I would beg that you forgive my mistake, and allow me to accompany you on your quest to find the truth."
Comstock
GM, 929 posts
a.k.a. Dillon Amargosa
Man or Mineral?
Mon 13 Jun 2011
at 15:16
  • msg #14

Re: Ties that Bind

Trapped?!  The sting was incredible.  It slipped under his skin, pricked his very heart.  "Favors, huh."  The reverberating edge had returned to his voice.  He'd come in his truck, but that could be scrapped.  Had anyone seen him?  He'd cancelled a late event would that mean someone would look into where he was?  Who was caching the images?  What if it was someone targeting him through his brother, someone with the technical knowhow to make this a full-blown fiasco?  What if they already had his brother on tons of film?

"What kind of favors?"  The men saw a distracted nova, one hand braced on the counter.  Comstock's senses swam out.  He sought out radio waves, looked for wires.  Where did the security camera link up to?  It looked cheap, if the resolution was terrible even the leaked footage could be considered fake.  Maybe.  "I'm having a hard time imagining ... my brother beat up anyone right now."  Wires were a pain, very tiny, hard to feel the metal through the insulation.  Harder still when he couldn't put a hand on them.  He'd done this in Colombia: reaching out, pushing, feeling metal over a distance.  He'd just do it again, right?

Kill these men?  He didn't even know who they were.  This wasn't their first time at the rodeo, but Comstock didn't kill if he could avoid it.  And what would the city come to if the vigilantes started killing?  The wire went through the wall and then ... where?  A room?  Of course a room, a room where?

He locked eyes on Terrence again.  What then?  Wag a finger at him?  Cut him off?  He could just walk out right now with his brother, call up Steve Debow or Mary Castellan and have a friendly Utopia Lawyer put together a case with the DA.  Prosecute and bring these bastards down, set some legal precedent for extorting a nova this way.  Tell the whole truth.  He hated sneaking.  He'd only make his case worse if he settled things with force and powers.  What if someone found out down the road.

The little guy was saying something.  He imagined the man beneath his foot, the juicy squish of the little toad's organs oozing out in all directions.  He wished for a minute he was Solitaire or P and had minutes to think while this idiot's chin wagged.  He wished for a minute he had no principles.  He ran a hand over his head, through his hair, and wished he could taste whiskey again.  He'd sworn it off, but still wanted a taste.  Maybe that was Terry's problem.

Fuck, the little man was still talking.  "I'm sorry, you're going to have to say that again.  Killer headache.  What the hell do you want?"

Crash through the walls and destroy these men?  Or put it to the courts?  Hard choices.
Gale
player, 211 posts
And sore must be
the storm--
Wed 15 Jun 2011
at 02:33
  • msg #15

Re: Ties that Bind

Gale nodded as if she understood.  Honestly, though, it sounded as if her father had become more a tight-ass since she left.  Possible causes?  Who could guess.  She went to the fridge and started pulling things out to make something.  Something filling, and fast.  She had a couple of steaks that she had been marinating, hoping to maybe lure Phantasm or Flare over for dinner.  It would be an easy thing to quickly broil them in the oven.

Once the food was in the oven, she busied herself about the kitchen.  Her place felt a little opulent now, compared to their house back home.  It probably cost more, even though it wasn't as big, and it was in a high-rise in the middle of Las Vegas.  And what could she say to him?  She had to say something.  "So, um, how's Mom?"  Mom had always been nice.  That had to be a safe topic.
Suzukaze
player, 255 posts
Assassin Wind
Fri 17 Jun 2011
at 21:39
  • msg #16

Re: Ties that Bind

Suzukaze looks at Paul not liking his answer. "Look Paul here's the deal. Either I go back to the assassins. I'm not talking for a meeting. I'm talking about getting back in, but I want to be team leader. I know I'd have you and Earth supporting me. Plus I have replacements in mind for both Shiro and Fire. If you don't like that then take the other option. You either leave the assassins or do some work on the side. Your a better person than I am and I was able to leave them. I need help Paul, and I need people I can trust with me. Please work with me here."
Impetus
player, 1058 posts
Social Tac Nuke
Mon 20 Jun 2011
at 07:49
  • msg #17

Re: Ties that Bind

"Thank you, my friend." Imp smiled warmly, "I feel better already.  I hope that you're right, that I'm just experiencing visions brought on by distortions in my quantum matrix." His brow furrowed again and the words came tumbling out, "Speaking of, in times of quiet, or times of stress, I sometimes hear her talking to me.  Telling me things I didn't know, or wasn't consciously aware of.  Am I going insane?  We've seen friends and peers who are losing touch with reality, there's a program in Utopia dedicated to rehabilitating insane novas.  Is this my doom?  Our fate?  Mal is older than the rest of us, but he seems relatively well balanced, so clearly some of us can escape it.  Is this what Mathematician warns us about? Of us going crazy and having to be put down?  I swear it's her in my head, but I know enough about abnormal psychology to know that the voices seem very real to the afflicted." This was something Imp had been worried about since just after he'd woken up.  Whispers inside his head in her voice, filled with insight and humour like only she could deliver.  What was he becoming, or what had she become?
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