Yuffie Kisaragi (
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I'll tell you all how the story ends
Who: Ghost Quest kids and all those who want to see them.
What: So as it turns out, going against the label might've been a bad move. Who knew, right?
When: Feb 3rd and after
Where: Pride HQ
Warnings: Talk of torture, aftermath of violence, aftermath of brainwashing, dudes there's some dark stuff.
For the past three days, the troublemakers and ghost helpers of Pride Records were kept locked away from their friends and their bands.
As far as everyone else knew, they were just gone. And then they were back.
They are all worse for wear, some far more than others and some much more mentally than physically, but they are all returned to their penthouses, finally, at the end of their ordeals.
But, at least they're back. Somewhat in one piece. For the most part.
What: So as it turns out, going against the label might've been a bad move. Who knew, right?
When: Feb 3rd and after
Where: Pride HQ
Warnings: Talk of torture, aftermath of violence, aftermath of brainwashing, dudes there's some dark stuff.
For the past three days, the troublemakers and ghost helpers of Pride Records were kept locked away from their friends and their bands.
As far as everyone else knew, they were just gone. And then they were back.
They are all worse for wear, some far more than others and some much more mentally than physically, but they are all returned to their penthouses, finally, at the end of their ordeals.
But, at least they're back. Somewhat in one piece. For the most part.
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It's okay. You're back now! So everything's...it's all gonna be okay!
[She leans back, swallowing.]
You might wanna eat anyway. You get sicker if you don't... [She trails off uncertainly. That's true, but it applies a lot more to normal sicknesses. Eating's probably not going to do anything about all this glowy stuff.]
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He is comforted by hugging her, though, and holds onto her without question until she leans back. He feels bad for making her deal with this.]
I'll try...
[He looks down at the bed uncertainly.]
I'm sorry.
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[That's easy, right? A simple kind of thing for his stomach to take. But Pinkie doesn't get up, instead sitting down on the bed beside him.]
Hey, you don't have to be sorry! It's not your fault!
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His voice wavers a little.]
Yeah it is. I broke the rules, it's my fault.
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[Pinkie's hand hovers briefly over his stomach and the weird gem thing, before moving back to his head instead. Her fingers feel too thin and wobbly and weak, turning her stomach a little even as she runs them through his hair.]
They're in charge. They shouldn't treat you this way. Anyway, I should've been keeping a better eye out for you.
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No...don't...don't feel bad. I had to...I think I had to do it, but...
But I shouldn't have...
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That doesn't matter. Even if you did the worst thing EVER, they should never ever have hurt you like this!
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I don't think they want me here anymore...I got all messed up.
[He presses his palms to his temples.]
I wish I could go home.
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[It's not that she wants him gone - far from it. But if it came down to never seeing him again and knowing that he was safe at home somewhere? Of course.]
Where'd you used to live, anyway?
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Somewhere far away...
[His cloudy eyes stare into the space ahead of them.]
With my real dad. I...I can't remember.
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[Pinkie guesses she already knew the story, but it doesn't seem like a real thing anymore. Maybe it never did - just the way he never talked about it, or had any stories from when he was younger. Like it might as well have not even happened.
Anyway, she gets not remembering things.]
That sounds nice.
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[He nods, obviously agreeing with her observation. It had been nice. Everything had been nice.]
Just me and him...in a van...and there was the ocean...
[The ocean is so central to all of his thoughts about his real home. He doesn't think he spent much time there in the world he remembers here.]
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[Even now, it's not like she goes to the beach or anything. The idea of trying to swim, when some days her legs just don't bend right, is too frightening.]
I grew up on a farm. With...my parents and sisters, I guess.
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[All of his memories of his real home are fond, whereas his memories of his home here are almost exclusively negative. Why does he feel like that? Why did they make him feel like that, if they aren't real? It's too much to take in.]
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[She shifts, uncertain with relating all of this.]
I don't remember it too well.
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[He shakes his head, leaning into her again after she shifts.]
But I want it back. I want...me back...I'm sorry...
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[Of course he does. It sounds so much better.]
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I shouldn't talk to you about this because...they don't want me to. And it's dumb. I've been being really dumb.
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[Probably. Can they? Don't say that. If they could there'd probably be a lot more problems than there are.]
And it's totally not dumb. All THIS is dumb.