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<span class="fixed-color" style="color:rgb(163, 143, 132)"><span style="font-size: 26px"><span style="font-family: 'Lobster Two'">Emmy</span></span></span><br/>
<span style="font-size: 26px"><span style="font-family: 'Lobster Two'">Mid June 2022<br/>
Early Afternoon<br/>
Location =&gt; Operations Room, The Blockhouse. <br/>
(direct) -&gt; Kenji, Terry, Alissa, Iris, Chris, Addy<br/>
(indirect) -- Tris, Idris</span></span><br/>
<div style="text-align: center"><span style="font-size: 26px"><span style="font-family: 'Lobster Two'"><u>~ Revision ~</u></span></span>​</div>
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<div style="text-align: center"><span style="font-size: 15px"><span style="font-family: 'Tahoma'">Emmy's brow shot to the heavens as she observed Kenji on multiple occasions seem to traverse his focus and rather emote himself in various ways that showed his ranging skepticism, none the more apparent than his outburst of her expanding the document into a holographic readable. When she saw that Terry and even a few more siblings facially showed the same disillusion, it really cemeted home just how far pulled from the ways of The Cabal they truly were. They'd lost their internal knowledge on The Blockhouse, and how everything worked. Expecially the framework. It was almost as if they called into question Mother's training and impartment unto Emmy. Emmy, instead of full on revolting with bellicose reaction instead tittered in amazement at how ignorant her sibilngs even <i>older </i>siblings had gotten.<span class="fixed-color" style="color:rgb(163, 143, 132)"> <br/>
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"It's... it's not in the system. It simply reads and scans what files I choose to render, it's a localized encrypted I2I broadcast so to speak. But I forget, some of you weren't <i>actually </i>here to know that. And some of you... frankly should know better. There's a reason Mother never got caught nor any of the things we already do have running through this custom AES framework... I've been building off of that same API for years. <b>Alone </b>might I add. So no <i><b>Fuck Emmy's</b></i> are necessary. The dark web is the <i>only </i>place you can go with wild inquiries like this that would know of anything and not have anyone raise questions... this is like... rudimentary 101. I know what I'm doing. You think Mother left a trail any time she had to research for our Expeditions? Or gauge counter-intelligence siphoned from other agencies and entities? I'm literally doing same exact things she did..." </span><br/>
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Emmy then stares to Alissa. <span class="fixed-color" style="color:rgb(163, 143, 132)">"I know I'm not her, I never will be... but I've been taking care of <i>everything </i>for a while. I was the one learning all this shit while you all got your liberties of old lives on the outside, remember? I got this."</span> She then turns to Kenji. <span class="fixed-color" style="color:rgb(163, 143, 132)">"Maybe a little less laughing and a bit more focus on something Mother deemed a threat would open your mind a bit more. If you focus half as hard as you looked in the library you <i>might </i>manage to squeeze out something helpful." </span> She says in a composed and (unexpected) roastful admonishment. Still after all this time, they thought she remained a baby. It also reminded her of the brewing embers she possessed underneath, with them. With all of them really. Yet, she remembered Addy's words from before as she refocused with a look of slight post-realization remorse. Looking back at Terry seemingly normalized now.<br/>
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<span class="fixed-color" style="color:rgb(163, 143, 132)">"As far as my online inquiries... I wasn't on-surface at all. There's a difference between the internet that you know through general knowledge, versus the deep and dark web. It's where Mother operated for decades, and where she taught me to as well. I used an internalized onion router... clearly something none of you would know what that is. Long story short: I. Know. What. I. Am. Doing. So if we're done focusing on the wrong questions and matters... can we actually help me out?"</span> Terry apologizes however, as Emmy seemingly relents from the eldest of The Nine. It was honestly unexpected, but she could see the empathy in the cop's eyes... maybe she wanted to avoid as much trouble as even Emerie did. However, it seemed one sibling didn't take the same course, as Emmy doubles back to Iris who also joined pretty much most the family in their doubt of their sister (and indirectly Mother)<span class="fixed-color" style="color:rgb(163, 143, 132)"> "Oh I don't know Iris maybe because had I not then we'd be ignorant to something or someone that could wipe us out without ever having the cognizance it was even there? Why would I not tell you everything...? Something <i>this </i>serious...But you know what maybe I'm making a mistake by telling you all. Because from where I'm sitting I'm not making a mistake from finding what I did nor wanting to inform myself about it, you know ....the fact that you criticize me after all this time as your <i>first </i>instinct and impluse proves just f--."</span><br/>
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<i>Inhale. Exhale. </i><br/>
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<span class="fixed-color" style="color:rgb(163, 143, 132)">"Never mind."</span><br/>
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Why was she always fighting with the ones promised to be her allies and support? Emmy began to simply absorb and listen to the diverse ramblings and input from her siblings. Stress was no longer in the universe of strife to describe how she'd slaved herself to study as much as she could to help inform her siblings... only for the same thing to happen that happened in 2018. But diamonds don't crack. How ironic that the youngest was now the current most prepared Cabal member in the event of critical procedure. She almost shook her head at the thought but reigned herself in. It almost felt like these weren't even The Cabal at all, but adulterated versions of vessels who'd become rusted and worn from lack of application and methodology. They weren't ready, and the rush of discouragement in that notion hit her like a sack of bricks. <br/>
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It was then that Addy had spoken up, namely towards the eldest women of The Cabal, or what once was. It seemed that she too housed an amount of repressed animosity and urged feelings to course correct from the ripple left from the past four years. She reminded them that it was about everyone, but all Emmy could wonder is how could it truly be about everyone when they were still very much in their own individualistic minds? Emmy didn't have the choice or luxury of having another life or fam outside of the Regal Estate... so it only kept her spirit disheveled that even after all this time there was still a sense of being so out of sync. Mother had conditioned them to be independent in case of needed to sustain on their own, but she'd also equally prepared them to forever be coordinated in second nature. She was seeing now it was more in Expeditions and training than anything. It wasn't surprising to see Idris relent and open an ear to Addy, this was her character behind her refined and charged posterior. Idris may have been passionate, but she was also diplomatic when she needed to be. </span><br/>
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<span class="fixed-color" style="color:rgb(163, 143, 132)"><span style="font-family: 'Tahoma'">"Addy's right. It's going to take all of us to at least acknowledge this <i>could </i>be something. That's all. </span></span><br/>
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<span style="font-family: 'Tahoma'">She'd heard Tris' stomach rumble, and through the chatter and chaos of dialogue that was taking place she managed to sneak a covert grin towards her brother to acknowledge she'd heard it, breaking from the serious tone of the news she just delivered and gesturing to her empty pockets, indicating she didn't have any snacks on her person like she usually would. She also heard what he said to Alissa, she could only hope her spaced out sister would listen, frankly she was starting not to care. When Chris apporached her and directed all attention towards her and requesting a promise at the price of a (admittedly delicious) home cooked meal, even his kind words was met with mild skepticism. He'd been gone for SO long in her mind and she could still recall the endless moments she'd pray he'd pull into the driveway instead of some stupid envelope. But <i><b>now </b></i>he wanted to be Captain America? She needed this four years ago, not now. However, she would be remiss if she didn't embrace the feelings of appreciation behind his intentions. She could hear his composed heartbeat, calm... no stressors of deception. Maybe he really did miss her, maybe they all did secretly? </span><br/>
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<span class="fixed-color" style="color:rgb(163, 143, 132)"><span style="font-family: 'Tahoma'">"I'm fine Chris, I can sleep when my body expires. Until then I need to make sure we're safe. All of us."</span></span><span style="font-family: 'Tahoma'"> She knew it sounded negligent. Maybe she did need some rest, but for some reason she was reluctant to admit it, almost like she was scared to be vulnerable with her siblings at this point. At the mention of Terry's mind showing its prowess in trying to establish correlation to Mother's dossier, Emmy had opened her mind and heart to the eldest sibling as she absorbed any bit of information she could. It may very well be a key or lead to discovering something no matter how small. However, Terry begin to express her own inner turmoil to the room, as well as her all-too-practical thinking of rational logic of Mother's mystery. Faked her death!?</span><span class="fixed-color" style="color:rgb(163, 143, 132)"><span style="font-family: 'Tahoma'"> "What... Terry how could you say that!? I <i><b>saw </b></i>her die..."</span></span><span style="font-family: 'Tahoma'"> And then something happened that was contrasting to how Emmy had been the past few moments... Emmy became endearing. Seeing someone else vent their shadows was maybe the catalyst she needed to see. The more Terry spoke of the adverse effects of her abilities... and the nightmares... and the headaches.. Emmy couldn't help but empathize with her, despite still being upset she left the manor. What hit Emmy the hardest though, was that Terry saw her gifts as the opposite.. a <i>curse</i>. Emmy spent years idolizing Terry and didn't see the darkness she walked with the entire time. Terry finally directed her attention to the youngest sibling, expressing her real motivations for leaving. Emmy didn't know if she could just forgive her and offer an complete pass... but it did make sense. And Emmy felt the weight behind the cop's words. They were genuine. <br/>
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Before Terry would leave for the kitchen, a spark of courage lifted in Emmy. Perhaps a pivotal change.</span><span class="fixed-color" style="color:rgb(163, 143, 132)"><span style="font-family: 'Tahoma'"> "Terry.. thanks for saying that. And thank you for coming. I'm sorry you think you have a curse. Cuz' you don't." </span></span><br/>
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<span style="font-family: 'Tahoma'">It seemed that life and the world had grinded them all down to darkness and grimful desolation. To turn a prodigy into a shell, a hearth filled soldier into a vagabond... and perhaps a beautiful pure and precious gem into something corroded. Something corrpted and tarnished. And somewhere unknown to them all, some unknown variable was counting on it. </span></span>​</div><br/>
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