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<span class="fixed-color" style="color:rgb(163, 143, 132)"><span style="font-family: 'Book Antiqua'"><span style="font-size: 26px"><i>Emmy</i></span></span></span><br/>
<span style="font-size: 26px"><span style="font-family: 'Book Antiqua'"><i>Mid June 2022 <br/>
Early Afternoon<br/>
Operations Room <br/>
(direct) -&gt; Idris<br/>
(indirect) -- The Nine, Mother, Intruder</i></span></span><br/>
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<div style="text-align: center"><span style="font-size: 15px"><span style="font-family: 'Tahoma'">Emmy hears Idris' words and knows them to be genuine and heartfelt. Why was it then that the girl was still feeling the stings and pain of a burning disappointment? She started to close her eyes once more, her hearing dialed up to absorb every ounce of tone and inflection from her older sister. It was the words she craved to hear for so long, but now that the moment had come she realized she may have outgrown the yearning, replacing it with her own solitude and isolation. Or maybe... it was upsetting her that Idris had the courage to say everything that Emmy wanted to admit deep down about herself. That she failed too, that it was her fault. No one would've left if she'd just trusted her instincts. The Cabal would very much be alive and thriving at this moment if Emmy could've did what she felt was right. <br/>
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Emmy's eyes snapped open as she felt a delicate touch to her knee, seeing Idris' eyes yet again with tears ready to burst forth like a pulse of The Matrix. Emmy resisted best she could, but an involuntary whimper released under her breath seeing Idris so very much pained by it all. Yet the duality and contradiction of it all was serving as a mighty foe. Emmy could resonate with the pain, yet she condemned Idris for it, because even though she knew it was heartfelt, it did not take away the fact it happened. All the horros Idris explained to Emmy, these same gruesome experiences that Emmy had only seen via the dark web and deep corners of the world... she couldn't imagine what she herself would've done in those situations, especially if she was powerless. But what she did know, was that they were supposed to face it together. </span><br/>
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<span class="fixed-color" style="color:rgb(163, 143, 132)"><span style="font-family: 'Tahoma'">"But isn't that the point of family? To be failures... to be hurt and angry and still be accepted? To do it all <i>together</i>? You had people that accepted you. You had someone that even idolized you. Every single time someone left it showed me that by this basis, you didn't really see me as family did you? That Mother had wasted her time with us... and that honestly pisses me off."</span></span><span style="font-family: 'Tahoma'"> Emmy again had to consciously unball her fists that had formed, but a good sign was that even subconsciously, she hadn't pulled away from Idris nor removed her hand away from her knee. Maybe there was a spark of light deep deep down somewhere. <br/>
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<i>Volcano</i>. </span><br/>
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<span class="fixed-color" style="color:rgb(163, 143, 132)"><span style="font-family: 'Tahoma'">"I get <i><b>why </b></i>you did it... I just never understood what was so wrong that you couldn't even come back to us? Or... for me? Because in all your efforts... was it worth it? Was it worth chasing the very thing you said? A ghost?" </span></span><span style="font-family: 'Tahoma'">Emmy condenses the holofile of the dossier and pulled from the internal files a video log. She needed to show Idris what she meant. She dragged the file to the main feed of the briefing screen and let it render for Idris to see. The filename would show 'Mar18'. </span></span><br/>
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<div class="bbCodeBlock-content"><span style="font-size: 18px"><i>2047 Hours - The color camera feed begins in the foyer, as Emmy in her silk robes bunny hops down the staircase with her headphones on. She jammed through the foyer and throgh the left hallway heading to the dining room area with an empty plate. The camera follows Emmy as she cuts through the dining room and into the kitchen, as Mother pops out and scares the living blood out of her. Emmy bobbles the plate and catches it with cat like reflexes, lightly shoving Mother as they both laughed and began to wash the siblings' dishes for the day. Some fast forwarding through banter and conversation between the two as they leave the kitchen and head back through the hallway to the first floor Master Bedroom, where Mother was about to enter. Until suddenly both seemed to be alert to something in the foyer. <br/>
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The camera follows them crossing the Den and peeking into the foyer, where both visibly jumped. The foyer camera combibed with the outside front camera would show a black figure breaking glass of a front window pane. Mother quickly and decisively grabbed Emmy by the face and told her to head to The Blockhouse, a confused and startled girl hesitating for a moment before Mother all but ordered and insisted in the same breath. Emmy scurries to The Observatory as Mother turns the corner into the Foyer, as the black figure already stood facing the woman. Mother raises her hands in cooperation, as the figure pointed a gun at Mother seemingly amped on adrenaline. Mother attempts to console and gradually stop closer, as the figure reinforces a pullback on the hammer of their handgun. Mother ceases and asks who they are, and what they wanted while following up they could take whatever they wanted so long as not to hurt her daughter. <br/>
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However, Mother also made a decisive call before giving the figure a chance to respond or retaliate, throwing a nearby plant at the figure and charging them in a struggle. Mother isolated the wrist the figure held the gun and grabbed the top of the gun's frame before quickly sweeping the back knee of the figure. The two struggle on the ground as Mother never let her hand slip from the gun, but as the figure established top position over Mother, she tried to force the intruder's elbow to force their arm outward so she could steal the gun. The figure pulls the gun around the opposite side, with a flash and bang erupting on the camera that sent the black figure stumbling back. Mother's body jolted mildly as in less than a second multiple cameras caught a blur from the Observatory through the manor to the Foyer as the blur appeared out of nowehere in front of Mother. The blur took shape as Emmy dropped to her knees and grabbed Mother's hand, eyes darting to her neck which began to leak blood. Emmy shouted at the figure as tears formed in her eyes, the figure visibly shaken and shocked as Emmy would become a blur once more, knocking the figure into the wall with immense force and rendered them unconscious. Mother attempted to grab her neck but only got as far as her gold necklace, with Emmy returning and telling Mother to hold on. <br/>
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Emmy blurs out into the front courtyard, zips to the backyard, and then to the front gate for a very brief moment of focus to ensure there were no other intruders on the premesis. She looked into the cameras and shouted Code Rainbow as the manor went into full security lockdown. The remaing audio of the feed would be replaced by a perpetual pulsing sound that continued to build and build as the lights in the house flickered and the manor itself rumbled. A frightned Emmy turned back to the manor and shouted for Mother as a blinding white light emitted across all cameras outside, inside, and even The Blockhouse. A pulse of shifting energy burst through the courtyard and upwards into the sky as Emmy zipped back into the house to grab Mother. The Foyer camera however, would show no body. No black figure. Simply a pool of blood, and a gun. The feed Fasts forward through an hour of Emmy searching every nook and cranny of the manor, The Blockhouse, and the grounds in despair and unconditional pain. A look of hopelessness on her face. <br/>
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Courtyard camera shows a car returning to the manor, the gate opening as the car pulls in to a seemingly normal looking estate. Idris exits the vehicle with a moderare amount of groceries as she approaches the entrance. Her instincts stop when she notices the broken glass and rushes through the already open door to see Emmy curled besdie a pool of blood, the bag of groceries falling from her hands as she grabbed Emmy to ask what happened. Emmy silently sobs uncontrollably, as Idris pulls a gun from her back hip and shouts for Mother, clearing the rooms one by one. Nothing. Idris spots the gun by the broken window and asks Emmy once more what happened. Emmy began to hyperventilate and shake as if the room was below 100 degrees. Emmy begins to explain in a state of shock what transpired, Idris' face becoming possessed by anguish as she cries out. <br/>
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Fast forward through footage of Idris searching every nook and cranny of the manor, The Blockhouse, and the grounds. And then outside cameras showing a car pull in, with Kenji, Iris, and Addy. They enter to a state of fear and panic, as a crying Idris pleads the three to help. Addy jumps back and forth to the two in deep worry, as they are filled in on what happened. Iris begins to grab her head and cry, Kenji reactively does the same search Idris and Emmy did before him. Addy dials the phone to Chris, and then Terry in a tearful panic. The outside cameras show Tristan and Alissa running to the gate from the road, having took a walk around the neighborhood to get out for a bit. They must've heard or saw the pulse. They enter into the grim chaos, dropping to their knees at the pool of blood and in a state of disorientation and bewilderment. Tristan immediately runs to The Blockhouse to grab his Cabal suit, boosting himself through the sky as Orange with Addy following up to do the same. Idris in anger sprints into the surrounding woodlands and area around the manor. Orange and Red are seen deployed through the airspace around the estate on backyard Sidehouse camera feed.<br/>
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Fast forward. Terry's arrival. Chris' arrival. Pain. Despair. More Anguish. Into the morning. A changed mood of the manor. Dark and grave. Emmy remained in the same place by Mother's blood for hours. Chris comes to pick a despondent Emmy up and take her to her room. Over the span of hours... The Nine had their lives changed forever. </i></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 15px"><span style="font-family: 'Tahoma'">Emmy hadn't realized that a tear formed down her face after the feed ended. She wipes it before Idris can see it, sniffling herself back into stoicism.</span><span class="fixed-color" style="color:rgb(163, 143, 132)"><span style="font-family: 'Tahoma'"> "Chasing ghosts, and you ended up finding demons. Not realizing that I failed too Idris. I failed ALL of you. I was the one that was supposed to stop it... ME. The one everyone saw as the bridge between <i>us </i>and <i>them</i>. So fuck you Idris! You don't get to feel sorry for yourself and coping in some dark sense of justice and penance! You don't know what it's like to have to wake up in the same place you let it all happen EVERYDAY for four years! To walk past that polished wooden floor where Mother's blood and body used to be! NONE OF YOU DO!" </span></span><br/>
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<span style="font-family: 'Tahoma'"><i>Lava</i>. </span><br/>
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<span class="fixed-color" style="color:rgb(163, 143, 132)"><span style="font-family: 'Tahoma'">"And NOW you all want to come back over a FUCKING DOCUMENT!? Instead of ME!?"</span></span><span style="font-family: 'Tahoma'"> Emmy's skin began to charge with transluscent energy. Fear set into her own heart as opposed to feelings of empowerment. Her blood and very nerves ran icey with adrenaline, as her fight or flight kicked in. This was her worst nightmare come true, the volcano was about to eru-- <br/>
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Idris quickly leaped in front of Emmy, placing both of her hands on each side of her younger sister's face. Emmy's eyes began to glow the color of The Matrix, yet Idris' glow with an angelic blue. Unlike The Matrix, the energy and color was stable, welcoming. Idris' hands would in turn glow the same color, refusing to allow Emmy to turn away from her gaze. Not out of control or domination, simply out of love. </span><span class="fixed-color" style="color:rgb(250, 197, 28)"><span style="font-family: 'Tahoma'">"Va tutto bene, lascialo uscire. Sono qui, Keylee. Hai ragione. I tuoi sentimenti sono giusti. E, cosa più importante, sei giusto. Eri e non sarai mai il problema."</span></span><span style="font-family: 'Tahoma'"> Emmy for a split second tried to push Idris away from her, until she felt the residual energy vibrating with fervor inside of Idris.. in turn it was energy that she transferred into Emmy, with the gem's own energy brimming with volatility before fading back into voidance under her skin. Emmy felt... breeze. Easiness. Emmy had a profile on all of her siblings and their abilities, and recognized this skill of Idris' as one of her more rare compositions: <i>Vitality</i>. The essence of light and life that caused Emmy's volcano to temporarily quell enough for her to regain her composure and common sense.</span><span class="fixed-color" style="color:rgb(250, 197, 28)"><span style="font-family: 'Tahoma'"> "E mi dispiace tanto di averti fatto credere che lo fossi. Impiegherò ogni secondo per assicurarmi che tu sappia che non è così. Non vado da nessuna parte. Sono proprio qui." </span></span><br/>
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<span style="font-family: 'Tahoma'">Idris' words hit her. Emmy's eyes faded back to her honey brown color, just enough to see a few tears fall down her cheek as she pulled away and gasped herself back to awareness. A mix of uneasiness, nerves, and self-consciousness hit Emmy all at once. Swallowing hard, stowing the fiery and dark feelings once more, she looked at Idris breifly with the eyes of baby gem they once knew before cascading back into a stalwart constitution. </span><br/>
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<span class="fixed-color" style="color:rgb(163, 143, 132)"><span style="font-family: 'Tahoma'">"I need some air.."</span></span><span style="font-family: 'Tahoma'"> Emmy says, taking her leave of the Operations Room and not knowing where she was going until she did. Her tranced legs took her from the corridors of The Blockhouse and to the Bunker, uttering </span><span class="fixed-color" style="color:rgb(163, 143, 132)"><span style="font-family: 'Tahoma'">"Gold"</span></span><span style="font-family: 'Tahoma'"> to the hidden voice reader behind a mirror panel door as it slid open above her head, lowering some steps for her that led to the Sidehouse. After she reaches the Sidehouse, she simply kept walking past the backyard and onward into the surrounding woods and rural landscape. She felt good someone had gotten to see a portion of her wrath and anger, but she felt bad Idris had to bear the example of what was inevitable. And perhaps, more to come. Emmy was tired as hell, and she needed to clear herself before facing anymore of her so called <i>family</i>. That much was obvious. So many thought and feelings flooded her, so the one she chose to focus on was the one that Idris infused into her. Vitality. Life. She was alive for better or worse, she would start there. Maybe it all meant something. </span></span><br/>
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