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<span style="font-family: 'Lobster Two'"><span style="font-size: 26px"><span class="fixed-color" style="color:rgb(163, 143, 132)">Emmy</span><br/>
Mid June 2022<br/>
Noon<br/>
(direct) -&gt; Idris + Tristan + Iris + Terry<br/>
(indirect) -- Addy, Chris</span></span><br/>
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<div style="text-align: center"><span style="font-size: 15px"><span style="font-family: 'Tahoma'">Emmy had been watching the different logs Mother had made on them regarding their abilities. The Nine as she dubbed them early on, she had studied them extensively way beyond just that of establishing familial ties and bond. She wanted to make sure that she not only understood their personas, but their very nature and potential. It was amazing how Mother always tailored herself to each individual as far as their needs and motivations. She listened to the passion in Mother's voice as she reviewed each log. </span></span>​</div><br/>
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<div class="bbCodeBlock-content">Log <b><span class="fixed-color" style="color:rgb(128, 128, 128)">Black</span></b>, S1: This is incredible. Black has demonstrated an immensely disproportionate and exponential increase of neuropathic processing. <i>Omniexperience </i>is something never before encountered, as their recall and application of both knowledge and observation seamlessly melds into one thoughtform... almost as if the alpha, beta, and gamma waves become a constant uniform frequency. The ability to recall The Zero Event even in the time that has passed is uncanny. Given the age of Black, it makes sense that they would in fact be the wisest. Even asking them seemingly random questions about my area of expertise and surrounding subject matters... her answers of deduction and application have been so spot on that I simply believe she may be the world's greatest mind that Earth doesn't know about. Black's mind alone could cure, restore, and mend countless diseases and strife in the world. Needless to say when it comes to saving themselves or others Black's resourcefulness will make any difficulty with opposition quite trivial. The only limitations I'm seeing are the most practical: expiration of the brain, or psychological alteration therof.<br/>
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Log <span class="fixed-color" style="color:rgb(250, 197, 28)">Yellow</span>, S2: We truly have reached the catalyst of mankind's salvation. Mental and physical abnormalities and gifts have been cited throughout the course of history already, but upon seeing Yellow's ability... this breaks everything we know about causality and anatomical synergy with the forces of science and the universe. They can take the fundamental and material elements of various compositions and <i>reshape </i>them on an atomic level in such a fashion that the atoms themselves adjoin to one another. She seems coherent in this ability, us both recognizing that it seems to only be accessible to the immediate vicinity of her surroundings. As irony would have it, it appears the more volatile the atomic structure, the easier it is for them to recomposition into its new substance. More atomically structured things such as organic material and metals require an enhanced amount of concentration which shows to drain Yellow more than normal. Once she forms the newly recomposite, they have full afiinity over its properties. Other than the concentration... I'm showing they're limited in control and affinity in the unmerged materials, only reaching full potential once Elemental Recomposition has been completed. With Yellow's background and history.. what if they could create a sustainable and renewable source for us? For the world?<br/>
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Log <span class="fixed-color" style="color:rgb(97, 189, 109)">Green</span>, S3: I was so glad when Green decided to come to a place they could be truly welcomed as a home. A hero before the Zero Event, and a hero thereafter. Once Green finally agreed to trials and displayed what they could do... I knew that my research and actions wouldn't go in vein. That finding these nine individuals would quite literally make a world of differnce. Green has affinity and perpetual influence over raw <i>nature</i>. Mother Nature's Soldier as I like to say. Given Green's background and skillset... the ability to tap into the most powerful force of Earth gives the ability of instant camoflauge, self crafted ballistic projectiles &amp; CQB arsenal, access to various poisons, antidotes, and concoctions.... and that's just the start. Green's control over chlorogenics and flora reaches as far as the mind and focus will take them. The ability to literally create more foundation and building blocks for <i>life</i>. More oxygen, a healthier ozone, richer resources and a more robust world. This even extends to paper and wood as well naturally. No pun intended. Green's leadership prowess is unmatched, and once their mind opens past just combat application it could be the key to life itself. The only limitations are utilization of the existing <i>chlorogenics </i>around them, as well as the influence therof only being as strong as their willpower and focus at the given time. Which of course is iron solid.<br/>
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Log <b>White</b>, S4: Another breach of causality, White's abilities vastly transcend and even contradict the laws and theories of applicable science. A walking form of a singularity in every respect. As a being of science White is the one I have to pay the most attention to. Psychologcally they feel as if they don't beling, but that couldn't be further from the truth. Not only is White special, they are vital to understanding the properties of The Matrix itself, and how it's energy conduces a phenomena of melding atom with energy. White has complete affinity on their <i>bio-graviton</i> field, and the graviton particles assigned to their physical body. To alter them in ways like becoming heavy or light, falling toward any direction instead of Earth, levitating, and adapting to another environment's gravitational pressure. With enough study (and confidence) White can create a gravitational force field around themselves to repel material, achieve supersonic flight, amplify physical condition, anchor themselves to the ground.... the more I list the more I realize White may be our key to interstellar travel. A way <i>beyond</i>. However, using the laws of science this can also make him subsceptible to the other forms of fundamental force... strong and weak force, electromagnestism. White also has the limitation of altering the gravitational field of themselves alone, with tactile interactions being predominant. But think... White could lead mankind literally to a new world. Simply Amazing.<br/>
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Log <span class="fixed-color" style="color:rgb(226, 80, 65)">Red</span>, S5: Red is fitting for Red because well... I guess I shouldn't say too much as to keep their identities secure. Red's abilities when displayed in my opinion is probably the most versatile... as well as the most dangerous. The ability to singlehandedly affect serotonin levels of the body on a downright physiological level is astounding. <i>Fatigue </i>itself... but what's more amazing is that Red doesn't need to choose to increase or decrease, The Matrix provided them a full affinity to acheive whichever they so choose on a subconscious level. Think of the applications. To provide stimulation for mentally and physically suppressed civilains, to create an anatomical structure not predicated on variables like loss of focus of tiredness... creating a limitless supply of stamina and mental coordination. There is the flipside of that coin as well... hindering a subject effectively useless and sluggish to the point where their body cannot function. Red has shown that the more subjects and/or complex the distribution of their ability... the more it spreads them thin psychologically. The amazing self-feedback drawn from being able to compensate physically and mentally however is too potent to ignore. A self-sustaining beacon of what human evolutiin could be.. scratch that <i>is</i>. Red is the endgame of our evolution and prowess, and they will be for The Nine as well. the ability to grant any and all sound decision making, limitless focus and euphoric sense... these children are the future.<br/>
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Log <span class="fixed-color" style="color:rgb(243, 121, 52)">Orange</span>, S6: Orange is coming along, still refusing some of the trials at times but the potential and prowess is just as unmatched as the others. I got to see a short demonstration today, but it was enough for the study and control algorithm to anaylze what was needed. Orange is displaying a form of Active Resizing... basically having sure autonomy over their own genetic and anatomical structure to alternate physical properties of themselves.  In theory, Orange can shift from tiny to absolutely gigantic while retaining their physical proportions, and may be able to alter their own density. Capable of great strength and durability while no larger than a gnat is incredible to even contemplate. I'm still working on how to arrange with Orange's limitations, as they are only able to influence themselves and it seems to bring a strain on energy when they're actively going beyong their current alteration limit. There's no telling what the cap scale is to how vast or sublte they can change. Their clothing doesn't seem to be capable of changing as well, and things like buildings, cars, simple blades of grass can become fragile or a lethal hazard depending on direction of the resizing. That's not to mention the mental toll it could take to shift constantly. But make no mistake, Orange may very well be the most physically gifted of The Nine. Usually, strength and durability are proportional to the size assumed, but seeing as how they also display proportionate ability to amend their muscle mass, limb ratification, and expandability &amp; compressibliity... we may be looking at the solution to adaptation. Serving as a pathway to molecular, atomic, and perhaps even subatomic myserties and challnges of our future.<br/>
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Log <span class="fixed-color" style="color:rgb(160, 115, 221)">Violet</span>, S7: We have seen the physio-abnormal alterations in the others, which comes with a predicated scientific explanation. But, we have also seen the more paranatural influence over the DNA that leads to breaches in causality... things that cannot be readily explained by science but still quantified... This however. Is not one of those things. Violet is quite literally in company of their own. As the initial display of ability showed nothing from my recordings and footage. However, upon further inspection... I could see The Matrix almost fluctuating its energy right at the direction of Violet once they closed their eyes. Their awareness seemed spread and distant. And when I felt my own hand involuntarily write 'Hi Mother it's me!' on a piece of paper... I knew that the attunement of Violet's ability was not to be classed in the natural nor the abnormal scale... but the <i>transnatural</i>. Moreover, while in this entranced state... I could see these... energy prints of faint glowing essences. And they all felt the same: Like Violet. A subconcious (or perhaps <i>superconscious</i>) ergoprojection of the psyche itself... I simply cannot fathom the wonderous possibilities of such. Guiding the lost to the light, lending insight into the mysteries of the cosmos, or quite literally saving the masses at once. I'm in more and more awe everyday of these children. I could see the limitation of her original physical shell being exposed and vulnerable in this state, and this could also draw perhaps DID [Disassociative Identity Disorder] in them from a mental standpoint. Good thing Violet will never need to risk exposure, as they will never be alone. Not truly. They'll have each other. They'll have me.<br/>
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Log <span class="fixed-color" style="color:rgb(44, 130, 201)">Blue</span>, S8: At first, I had surmised that perhaps Blue had a direct line with the Matrix only in that they were able to manipulate its properties on a physical scale, such as them always being found around it and just watching it for hours on end... to place their hand up to the conduit and it actually feedback to their touch, creating physical imprints of symbols, sigils... runes. However, upon linking these observations with the phenomena of only the immediate vicinity of The Blockhouse being coated in immense rain, or storms... I now know these two events are not contrast. They are one in the same. Blue reminds me that these abilites are assigned and predicated to no one school of reasoning, perhaps a logic only The Matrix could derive. But such direct channel and interaction from a paracausal source such as The Matrix has a price. Just as The Matrix fluctuates, so does Blue's mind. It'll take immense discipline and focus to be able to continually harness the property of paracausality and manifest it as Blue does. Too much (or not enough) coordination could result in unstable cataclysm. This Meteological Transmutation is something that could render destruction, but also provide a catalyst to the natural order of the biosphere and ecosystem. Nourishment to the arid and depleted, pristine quality of air and water to otherwise barren places. Ionization, global warming... all feasible remedies that are beheld in Blue.<br/>
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Log <span class="fixed-color" style="color:rgb(163, 143, 132)">Gold</span>, S9: Baby gem. The Golden light other looks to with eyes of innocence and hope. Gold's first and only trial was all that was needed. They had been ready from the start. The one who will represent and bridge The World That Was with The World That Will Be. The Matrix did something to Gold that it did to no other. Gold's very cells are infused with the translucent energy and property of The Matrix itself. It's soaked inside of Gold like a river of honey in Jannah. Yes, this has granted Gold the condition to have total dominion over <i>condition </i>itself. Not only that, if Gold so chooses from mental inclination... their river can flow via touch to the others, providing them also with the temporary access to these bio-genetic streams of energy. As they too would be enhanced with traits programmed on a literally cellular level constructed by Gold. Unbridled raw sourcing. The applications for this... my baby gem is why you are not specifically the more stronger, or the more potent, but you are the most fundamental. Because you my gem, are in direct bond with The Matrix itself. It lives in you. Gold, my <i>young flower</i>... has the potential to usher humanity into the Golden Age of Evolution, Salvation, and Global Ascension. Speed, strength, durability, intellect, endurance, natural sense, attribution, and genomes themselves... all lie at Gold's fingertips. Gold may need to be in ranged/physical proximity to spread their ability, and these effects do fade over a period of time, but with will and discipline to prevent Gold from pushing too far and resulting in harm to themselves or others... there is nothing Gold wouldn't be able to achieve over time with the help of The Nine.<br/>
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<i><span style="font-size: 18px">Nine, if you are hearing these logs... see your worth. Know your potential. Keep each other accountable. Keep each other protected. But more importantly. Keep each other loved. No one on this planet will ever understand you like the eight others in those corridors down the hall. Not even myself. And in case I never had a chance to tell you through my days of keeping you grounded and prepared &amp; my days of maintaining my public identity: I love you. Each. And every. One of you. There's only one of you. </span></i></div>
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<div style="text-align: center"><span style="font-size: 15px"><span style="font-family: 'Tahoma'">Emmy could almost hear the smile in Mother's voice as she ended the logs on her siblings and welled up tears in her eyes. Her bruised temple and cut lip serving as reminders once more she wanted to feel something. She balled her fists up in anticipatory rage climbing to the surface. She reviewed the video logs in tandem with the recordings, watching all of her siblings including herself demonstrate the wasted glory that they'd now left behind. Emmy's reddened knuckles relented however, as her eardrums pounded in sensitivity as footsteps behind the door approached and became louder as the door to the control room opened and Emmy was met with words of her second eldest sister. The sister who was there that day but also was not. The sister that ghosted herself from Emmy and chased a false truth. But Emmy would be a complete liar if she said that Idris' voice wasn't like nectar to her ears. She took a deep breath before she spun around in her chair. <br/>
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<span class="fixed-color" style="color:rgb(163, 143, 132)">"Well. If you had told me you were actually coming then I would've made you a <a class="link link--external" data-proxy-href="/proxy.php?link=https%3A%2F%2Fwww.urbandictionary.com%2Fdefine.php%3Fterm%3Dwish%2520sandwich&amp;hash=b7c4ac5955777bd65cffaee7894f1b8a" href="https://www.urbandictionary.com/define.php?term=wish%20sandwich" rel="nofollow ugc noopener" target="_blank">wish sandwhich</a>." </span>Emmy says with an indifference looking towards Idris. Emmy's face screamed retribution, but the rest of her body langauge displayed a docile comfort that shocked even the young brunette. It was a battle for balance. <span class="fixed-color" style="color:rgb(163, 143, 132)">"Yup, now you see it for yourself. I have no idea why, but I was hoping you might."</span> This was stupid. Why did Emmy call them back? She should've just kept going at it alone like usual, maybe with Tris. Her gut told her this was the right thing... but her mind? Her mind was still drenched in red. All red. Emmy puckers her lips in response to Idris attempt at decorum. <span class="fixed-color" style="color:rgb(163, 143, 132)">"Well... that's kinda what happens when actual years goes by. You grow up." </span><br/>
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A delight of being saved by the bell rung inside of Emmy as Tris had made it back quicker than expected. She paces past Idris and hugs Tris. <span class="fixed-color" style="color:rgb(163, 143, 132)">"Dude... you smell like you look. PEE-YEW! Go fucking shower you <i>bozo</i>... you'll want to look the part for when <i>she </i>comes." </span>she says knowing Idris would likely be shocked hearing the baby gem using profane words now as she ran a rummaged hand through Tristan's hair before lookng back to Idris, filling her in. <span class="fixed-color" style="color:rgb(163, 143, 132)">"I found Alissa. I found all of them."</span> Emmy let Idris and Tristan catch up while she closed the logs out of the supercomputer, and quickly heard the strums of a piano playing upstairs. The other two likely couldn't hear it, but Emmy's hearing had been attunded the entire day in case anyone did show... it seems that her efforts were going understood.<span class="fixed-color" style="color:rgb(163, 143, 132)"> "<i>Nocturne</i>... I'll be back."</span> Emmy says as she left the control room and was making her way back upstairs when she saw a silhouette shaped in the flashing presence of The Matrix's conduit. Emmy's heart dropped at the sight as she knew it could only be one. Her peer, her sissy. The one she drove away. Even a year older than Emmy she'd still felt they were always like polar twins. Emmy's body seized up, tears welling up again as her throat becomes mildly singed. <br/>
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<i>Emmy, come on. Pull yourself together. </i><br/>
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<span class="fixed-color" style="color:rgb(163, 143, 132)">"Hey Iris." </span>Responds in a docile tone, needing her sister to know she didn't want any trouble or to even remotely spark anything. Last time they were under the same roof things did not go ideally. </span></span><br/>​</div><span style="font-size: 15px"><span style="font-family: 'Tahoma'"><i><span class="fixed-color" style="color:rgb(44, 130, 201)">I'm leaving Emmy! I CANNOT do this anymore.</span><br/>
<span class="fixed-color" style="color:rgb(163, 143, 132)">Oh surprise fucking surprise! Do what everyone has done! Go! </span></i></span></span><br/>
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<div style="text-align: center"><span style="font-size: 15px"><span style="font-family: 'Tahoma'">Emmy looks down at her hands, praying Iris didn't turn around to look at her. That would be too much. No, Emmy wouldn't even give her the chance.<span class="fixed-color" style="color:rgb(163, 143, 132)"> "I... think I heard Terry upstairs so I'm going to check. I just wanted to say thanks for coming. You looked really good out there the other day FYI. So... um, yeah."</span> Emmy says and retreats to the pathway leading back up to the manor, a huge exhale leaving her soul as she at least started half the battle. There were some that wasn't going to get the same grace when Emmy saw them. Cold shouldering Idris was just the tip of the iceberg... or <i>volcano</i>. As Emmy ascended back into the Regal Estate, she couldn't help but see the appearance through the two way mirrored windows of the Observatory, looking out to see a tumbling Addy and ...and! He made it!!! Chris!? She'd saw them talking out in the driveway, a small giggle escaping Emmy seeing her badass sister succumb to the supervillany of gravity and the element of surprise. The giggle quickly washed away at the associaton of memories that came with both of them however. She silenced her inner dealings and made her way to the sounds of the piano that ceased moments before Emmy approached. She looked to see Terry tired and worn out. An exemplar of sympathy and understanding, and if you think that applied to Emmy's understanding of such... then you don't know Emmy at all. <br/>
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<span class="fixed-color" style="color:rgb(163, 143, 132)">"Oh, this can't be! The mighty Lieutenant Bacon herself gracing us with her presence!? You actually came!? Well bring out the streamers and horns! Good to see you can still crack a case with my message I sent."</span> Emmy grabs a nearby bottle of whiskey that had been opened some time ago by Tristan, taking a small sip out of contentiousness. Unknown to everyone, Emmy actually hadn't spiraled as much in addictive tendencies like most probably thought she did. She didn't bury herself in sex, drugs, or booze at all. She was too busy beating the shit out of things or casting her rage into training, sparring, or random bouts of screams to even focus on anything else. But no one needed to know or see that. So it was with a secret pleasure that Emmy took in sipping the alcohol in front of her eldest sibling Terry, the underneath of Emmy's skin turning the transluscent energy color of the Matrix as her pupils dilate to enhance herself to absorb the burn and adverse effects of such. <span class="fixed-color" style="color:rgb(163, 143, 132)">"Oh no! I've drank underage! Am I going to jail..?" </span><br/>
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Emmy says with a constituted sad face of melodramy. A part of her wanted to feel bad for being so... <i>her</i>. But she didn't care, because Terry and most of the other left her to the estate alone. They should be grateful that adverse theatrics is the only means she resorts to at the moment, with none maybe except Tris aware of the true magma that lie underneath. <br/>
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But yet again, the deep seeded emotional intellect in her knew the <i>why </i>of her actions. She fucking missed them so goddamn much. And they will <i>never </i>get the luxury or grace of knowing that after what they did to her... but she supposed she could table that for now. After all, they had bigger business to discuss. One that very much might affect all of them. </span></span>​</div><br/>
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