<b>Kenji Avery – White</b><br/>Mid-June, 2022<br/>12:25pm, The Manor foyer<br/>Theme song:<a class="link link--external" data-proxy-href="/proxy.php?link=https%3A%2F%2Fyoutu.be%2FTQWstnLAxBA&amp;hash=5d3d4073caa503d729620b6086ec5a15" href="https://youtu.be/TQWstnLAxBA" rel="nofollow ugc noopener" target="_blank">Traffic Light - Daughtry</a><br/>Present: Chris (<a class="link link--internal" data-proxy-href="/proxy.php?link=https%3A%2F%2Fblackdahliaroleplaying.com%2Fmembers%2F9607%2F&amp;hash=52ab80abc004d7a9944844dcc27c12bb" href="https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/members/9607/">cressray</a>), Terry (<a class="username" data-user-id="1702" data-username="BoundObsession" data-xf-init="member-tooltip" href="https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/members/1702/">BoundObsession</a>), Iris (<a class="username" data-user-id="3574" data-username="exocat" data-xf-init="member-tooltip" href="https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/members/3574/">exocat</a>), Tristan (<a class="username" data-user-id="11190" data-username="Teddy Naj" data-xf-init="member-tooltip" href="https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/members/11190/">Teddy Naj</a>), possibly Alissa(<a class="username" data-user-id="6169" data-username="Purplefairydust" data-xf-init="member-tooltip" href="https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/members/6169/">Purplefairydust</a>)<br/><br/><div class="bbImageWrapper bbImageAligned--left js-lbImage" data-lb-caption-extra-html="" data-lb-sidebar-href="" data-single-image="1" data-src="https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/attachments/kenji-2-jpg.135870/" title="Kenji 2.jpg">
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</div>Following Chris into the foyer Kenji saw Terry<s>lecturing</s>talking to Iris. It looked like Iris must have done something wrong; the cop had her "I'm going to tell you how it is" look on her face, but maybe it was just Kenji's natural aversion to police. As much as he respected authority, his early exposure to them had been under poor conditions, and Terry had not exactly turned his view of them around. Although, if he thought about it, there was that guy at the coffee shop he had seen a few times…Kenji mentally shook his head of the image and tried to focus on what was going on in the present.<br/><br/>Which happened to be getting yelled at. Kenji flinched at Terry's "Who HASN'T been yelled at by Emmy?"<br/><br/>Kenji, for one. He hadn't been yelled at by Emmy. As a matter of fact she had seemed rather calm, kind, and almost apologetic when he saw her a few days ago. Then the cop filled them in on the day's most recent gossip before warning Chris that he needed his body armor and then walking over to them. Kenji stiffened at her hug, thinking she was going to inspect them for lice or something equally vile. He patted her back awkwardly until she let him go.<br/><br/>He glanced over at Iris. How was<i>she </i>doing? She seemed quieter than usual, and he wondered if she was feeling as shell-shocked as he was starting to feel. The good feelings he had earlier were starting to dissipate, and when Terry linked her arm into Iris' and practically dragged her away, the good feelings were gone completely.<br/><br/>There was a sound at the door but before Kenji could get to it Tristan pushed through, struggling under three huge suitcases that seemed to have minds of their own. Just as Kenji was about to try greeting his brother a second time, Terry's voice rang through the room, sounding like she was shouting way back in the kitchen.<br/><br/>"MEETING IN SEGWAY 2," Terry bellowed.<br/><br/>Kenji was beginning to remember why he had left. He watched as Tristan urged Alissa to follow him, then went straight to the kitchen. It seemed like he had a need for beer and his sister. If feelings were on a number line, Kenji's would be in the negative range, way, way to the left of zero.<br/><br/>He met Chris' eyes and motioned towards the Observatory Room. "I'm going to go see what Emmy wants to show us," he ran a hand through his hair as he contemplated if they would all ever be in the same place again. "Hey, if you ever want to grab a beer or something after this, my number's the same."<br/><br/>The path to the Blockhouse was something that he knew would bring back memories, both good and painful. In the Observatory was a mirror on the floor, and in the corner was a looking glass that would read his eye signature and open a pit that led to the steel-titanium door where he could gain access to their "real" home. Once he and Chris had decided if they were parting ways or going together, this would be the route Kenji took, speaking his color "White" to the door sensor and entering the underground Blockhouse for the first time in years.<br/><br/>It meant, of course, that he would pass the containment room holding the Matrix, but he wasn't sure if he was ready to se it yet. Instead, he would avoid as many memories as possible and head directly to Segway Two, the Operations Room. He had always thought it was clever of Mother to use a homonym in the place of Segue. They sounded the same, but whereas one meant to move without interruption from one piece of music or scene to another, the other word was a convenient and fun personal transportation device. It was poetic; Mother's way of saying that the family should move seamlessly from one person to another, each blending their talents and complimenting each other to create a masterpiece.<br/><br/>Only they hadn't, had they? Each person, Kenji included, had all gone their separate ways. And instead of an orchestra fading seamlessly from one song to the next, they were a cacophony of chaos. He supposed that he needed to take to heart words from one much wiser than he.<br/><br/><i>"Be the change you want to see in the world." </i>Or in this case, in his family.<br/><br/><hr class="bbc-hr bbc-hr--2"/>Edited: Name typo