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</div><br/><span class="fixed-color" style="color:rgb(184, 49, 47)"><span style="font-family: 'Bad Script', 'cursive'"><span style="font-size: 22px">NAME: Adaleigh Christine Daughtry</span></span></span><br/><b><span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'">Alias: </span></b><span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'">Cabal Red, too many personal aliases to list<br/>
<b>Primary Nicknames</b>: AC, Addy<br/>
<b>Age: </b>26<br/>
<b>Date/Time: </b>June 2022 @ ~12:00pm<br/>
<b>Location: </b>Operations Room<br/>
<b>Wearing: </b>See Picture<br/>
<b>Mood Music:</b> <a class="link link--external" data-proxy-href="/proxy.php?link=https%3A%2F%2Fwww.youtube.com%2Fwatch%3Fv%3DiC7wWFQUUqU%26list%3DTLPQMTExMTIwMjK1Nu5Gk7wsEw%26index%3D17&amp;hash=3dabc10ad39631c48e3999c037b3a45a" href="https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=iC7wWFQUUqU&amp;list=TLPQMTExMTIwMjK1Nu5Gk7wsEw&amp;index=17" rel="nofollow ugc noopener" target="_blank">Coming Home</a>, <a class="link link--external" data-proxy-href="/proxy.php?link=https%3A%2F%2Fwww.youtube.com%2Fwatch%3Fv%3DpQiLNrTpscs&amp;hash=2427e5442ac5e34c8149994ec19237f5" href="https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=pQiLNrTpscs" rel="nofollow ugc noopener" target="_blank">As You Are</a><br/>
<b>Tagging: Everybody<br/>
Mentioning: Everybody</b></span><br/><br/><hr class="bbc-hr"/><span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'">Adaleigh was glad when Chris hadn't come bounded after the two of them when AC left him behind. As Emmy spoke, it was quite clear to the ginger that her sister needed space. Her sister needed time to process the emotions and the fears, the trauma that haunted her and infested her relationships with the rest of the family. Chris and Idris, bless their souls, had always tried to be the perfect older siblings. They tried to support the younger ones, teach them, and step in where Mother failed. But Chris had a tendency to coddle the younger siblings, while Idris held everything too tightly, tried to make everything too perfect to truly connect to in a time of need.<br/>
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Addy was glad it was her who had gotten to Emmy first as she sat quietly listening to the ebbs and flows of Emmy's words, the sharp pains that AC recognized from her own youth. Though not a word slipped from the redhead's lips as she welcomed Emmy's thoughts, views, and feelings to the space, her body language said it all. The middle sister leaned in, her attention trained solely on Emmy, blocking out the rest of the world around them. In this room, in these moments, nothing mattered except the sister she had loved so dearly, the sister her parents had promised her before her world came crashing down.<br/>
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As Emmy spoke about the siblings, how they affected her, what she saw from them...As Emmy expressed herself, Addy felt a few pangs of guilt and concern. A few times, AC's mind momentarily coiled away at the memories Emmy had. At times, Addy wanted to bear hug her little sister and assure her that she was wrong, that she was loved, that everything would be okay... But none of that showed on Adaleigh's features. Instead, she leaned in more and listened more intently. Whether AC agreed with Emmy on everything didn't matter. This was the youngest sister's truth. This was <i>her </i>story, <i>her </i>experiences, <i>her </i>thoughts, her concerns, her emotions... Addy could only be grateful that her baby sister trusted <i>her </i>enough to share this, even after all this time and what she had done...<br/>
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The one time Addy's actions did not show complete attention to Emmy's story was when the young girl spoke of trying to be perfect. Instead, a chuckle escaped the redhead's lips. With it, the mischievous look of the older sibling who taught Emmy and Iris about pranks and the freedom of accepting imperfection rose to her eyes. She remembered the days of praising the younger girls for their mistakes instead of scolding them for making them. She remembered the trouble in which Addy had gotten up to with each of her siblings and the times when Emmy would try to turn that mischief on herself. Maybe that was why she connected so well with her siblings...because she only ever expected them to be themselves. That distraction only lingered momentarily, however, as Addy quickly returned to listening to her sister's memories and the concern she felt for her sister.<br/>
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Listening to Emmy, it became clear to Adaleigh that it was time to come home. To stay home. Emmy needed a sister to remind her that being perfect meant nothing of any real value. She needed someone around to remind her of the inherent worth the youngest of the Cabal held inside. She needed someone to help Emmy heal from the trauma of losing everything and remind her to live again. She needed her perfectly imperfect sister.<br/>
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Just aa AC was about to tell Emmy to <i>"Fuck it. Fuck perfection. Perfect isn't even perfect. Fuck letting anyone else's issues be your problem. The only issues that are your problem are your issues. And FUCK every single person who ever expects you to be anything except your amazing self. Because you are perfect just the way you are and anyone who can't see that doesn't deserve you.",</i> Idris walked in. Her perfectly too high and mighty, greater than thou attitude demanding Emmy's attention and ignoring Addy's existence altogether. And of course, Idris ignored the read of the room and inserted herself, trying to be big sister to the rescue.<br/>
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At that moment, Addy couldn't have been happier to have her back to the door. The demeanor of care that Addy had displayed while listening to her youngest sister melted into a look of annoyance. AC's back hunched over her legs and her head tilted sideways. Addy shared a rolling of her eyes with Emmy, the same look she always used to say "The older siblings overstepping again..." Then her eyes flickered with mischief and the left side of her mouth curled up in a sort of smirk as if she had just gotten away with something. That is of course, until AC noticed Emmy's skin glowing from within.<br/>
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AC's powers were not something most people noticed in use. Even most of the siblings still didn't know when Addy was using her powers on them. But after the moment the two had shared, the intrusive interruption, and the glowing of Emmy's skin, AC decided she needed to show her sister support. So reaching out to her sister, Adaleigh touched her shoulder and peeled away the stress Emmy held. She knew it wasn't much. It probably wasn't even the biggest emotional pain her sister faced. But...it was something...<br/>
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Luckily, the rest of the siblings didn't take much longer to arrive. First, Tristan who was obviously irritated about something with Alissa. Then Alissa followed behind, though still seemed cold towards herself. Then Chris and Kenji to whom she sent a silent message through her eyes, indicating that they needed to talk after the meeting. Finally, Terry and Iris entered the room together and Addy couldn't believe it...<br/>
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The whole family was back in the same room for what might have been the very first time since Mother died.<br/>
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As Terry approached and hugged Addy, the redhead let herself melt into it. After Idris' treatment a moment ago, AC was glad for the motion of love. As Terry asked about whether they were good, AC only squeezed her tighter, hoping her words were evident through her action.</span><br/><br/><span style="font-family: 'Bad Script', 'cursive'"><span class="fixed-color" style="color:rgb(184, 49, 47)">"Anyone love a certain redheaded sister enough to bring me a beer?" </span></span><span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'">Adaleigh teased her siblings, sticking her tongue out and scrunching her nose in her signature look, as Terry pulled away to sit down. AC couldn't get drunk, but she did love her drinks.<br/>
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Turning her attention back to Emmy, the ginger leaned in so only the youngest could hear her. She hadn't had the time to respond to what Emmy had said. But there were words Addy had to say. Squeezing the younger sister's shoulder softly, the middle sister soothed, </span><span style="font-family: 'Bad Script', 'cursive'"><span class="fixed-color" style="color:rgb(184, 49, 47)">"You are perfect and I love you exactly as you are."</span></span>