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IC: "Then," Jiyu started, passing her the fruit of choice before gathering some for himself, "I've taken residence up in my mother's old offices- Would you like to dine there, or someplace more scenic?"

IC: "Not much here is bland- We prefer to grow our own food here at the compound, saves us the hassle of trying to import. For the most part anyway," Jiyu rambled, pleased to be back home, "Let's see if there's some fruit that the cooks won't care if it vanishes... Unless you'd prefer something else?"

IC: Jiyu nodded, "I found out rather quickly, you can't really keep someone stuck inside here. Not easily." "But enough of that, first food, then I want your opinion on something," He said, leading them onwards to the kitchens. IC: Seigyo nodded, opening up her mind. "I'm ready."

IC: "Lots of room for one to think," They giant said with a nod, gently leading Shuuan onwards to the kitchens "Many places for one to relax, meditate, plot... Whatever your fancy may be."

IC: Trinity "... Funny Writing Guy?"

IC: "Funny name," Trinity remarked, putting a finger to her lips. "If I was him, I'd call myself... Writing guy."

IC: Trinity "Asimov..? I don't think I saw that word in the dictionary..."

IC: "Is there anything you like to read?" Trinity asked, tilting her head slightly.

IC: Several hours later, after the furniture in her room had been more or less trashed, Kristen had finally calmed down. Except she had realized that she had just tore every single piece of furniture in her room apart. Again. "Doc Thomas," She said aloud, to nobody in particular. Fitting as how there was nobody else even around. The words came out oddly weak, as if she had been up all night after another round of vampires- Er, nightmares. She practically stumbled out of her room, heading back towards the Counselor's office. This time, her knocks upon the door felt... Weaker, as if they lacked the drive or energy to really back up her rapping and tapping.

IC: Jiyu and Shuuan soon arrived at the Herupa compound, entering through the main gates. "Welcome Shuuan, to my home," Jiyu said, ushering her inside the compound. In many ways, it looked like a small village, just surrounded by an armored wall. Various buildings were spread throughout the compound, mostly living quarters, a few small gardens, and a singular well. A larger building in the center of the compound served as primary meeting hall, living quarters for the Toroshu, as well as some guest quarters. The compound was sparsely populated, attesting to how many of the Herupa were currently under contract elsewhere. "If you like, we can go up to the big house- get food, rest and so on," Jiyu said with a nod.

IC: "Yup!" Trinity said excitedly, now starting to smile, "And now that I've read most of the dictionary, I can read other stuff too!"

IC: Kristen was aware when Ashely walked away, and how much Kristen's words hurt her. Which is why she didn't properly pull herself together until no small deal of time had passed. "I really hate myself," she forced out, all-too familiar feelings boiling under her skin. She slowly rose to her feet, mind racing as she desperately thought for a way to put everything to an end. But nothing came to mind. Usually she could conjure up some grim fantasy, think of some way that would extinguish her spark of life, but this time there was nothing. Nothing came to her either, as she trekked back to her dorm. And when she began to forcefully dissemble the furniture in her dorm with her mechanical arm, nothing came to mind either. Except for taking out her rage and frustration on the desks and chairs.

IC: "Fair." Kristen tested the word, her hands clenching into fists. Her blood boiled. "It's not fair," Kristen mimed, a foul chuckle erupting from her throat, before turning into a laugh. She was dimly aware that this was the first time she had laughed in a long while. "Hate it to break it to you, but life isn't fair," Kristen spat, "Did I ask to lose an arm? Did I ask to get turned into a rampaging ball of hate and murder? Did I ask for Joey Walker to come along and use me? Trust me, if there was a way to make things even and 'fair' I would have gladly taken your friend's place, but that's life and things aren't fair." As the words left her mouth, Kristen realized that she did mean what she said. And what she said hurt. Why did she say that? Ashley was already sad because of a friend's death, and Kristen had just laughed at her. The revelation noticeably dawned on her face. Kristen's own eyes watered as she was hit by regret. Then she hid her face so nobody could see her cry. Well, nobody except for the person sitting in front of her, and the voices in her head.

IC: "Sounds like she got what was coming to her then," Kristen said sternly, folding her arms and grimacing as thoughts of Joey and Lynae kept the the forefront of her mind. It took her the briefest of moments to notice Ashley crying, and practically leapt to her side. Ah... Crying person... What am I supposed to do? What would Dallas do? Probably be witty and tell her to keep it together... "Hey... Don't worry, everything's gonna be fine... Please don't cry- I don't know how to handle crying people..." She said softly, gently patting Ashley's shoulder. --- "Tera hasn't done a whole lot of explaining," Trinity said with a small frown, which quickly turned upside-down when she added, "But she showed me how to read my dictionary! Maybe it's a word in the dictionary? Like alias! Or alibi! Or alien!"

Ic: "The dead girl," Kristen said bluntly, before noticing Ashley tearing up. "I mean- The girl who killed herself. Sounded like she d- She went through a lot."

Ic: "Electo-what?" Trinity asked, tilting her head.

Ic: "I don't think she knows that," Triniry commented dryly.

Ic: "So then, what's got your goat?" Kristen asked, kneeling down so that she was more or less at face level with Ashley.

Ic: "Oh, okay," Trinity noted, looking confused. The last Trinity remembered, Aella wanted nothing to do with the doctors. "I am surprised, she does not like the pointy-things."

Ic: Trinity was released not long after Mikhail took a seat, looking around for Tera or Aella, but settled her gaze on Mikhail after noticing him. "Mr. Mikhail- Are you here to take me back home?" She asked, tilting her head, "Where's Tera and Aella?"

Ic: "Problems?" Kristen Hailey strode into the greenhouse, taking a look at the mess. Then at Ashley. "You know, we're pretty similar. You and I, we're good friends with Dallas, and I know friends isn't the right word to describe you two. And we- Actually, we're not similar at all. You're nice, the plant-lover who has a heart, and no one can say a bad word about you. I'm a who doesn't even deserve to be here," Kristen said with a frown, tilting her head at Ashley. "Want to talk?"

Ic: Kristen knocked on the door again, listening for anyone on the other side of the door. Nothing. So she simply grimaced and withdrew a letter from a pocket, a folded up piece of paper that she had taken far too long to write up. She slid the paper under the door, then headed off into the institute to look for something to do whilst waiting. The letter read the following: Hi doc. I wanted to talk to you. I want to tell you... Everything. I mean everything. Getting it all off my chest might make me feel better. Maybe I'll be able to start making something out of my life. I kinda hope so. Lemme start from the, well, start. I'm from another dimension, yea. When I was born, my mother didn't really want me- I was probably just going to languish in some orphanage somewhere if it wasn't for one person, Sarah Hailey, who I call my actual mom. She adopted me, and raised me. This is the start of it all. Someone knew about my powers, I had always had them and I could always control them more or less, but someone knew. One day they came our home, and took over my mind. A Telepath. They made me murder my own mother. My own hands- I used my power to absorb all of her being into myself. I can't describe what I felt- since even though I felt things within me, I wasn't in control. The telepath was. I know I was sad. Sad, and angry, and disgusted. I killed my mother. Forced to do it. That's stayed with me. After that, the telepath used me. They had me kill people, people they wanted dead. They reduced my mind until I was just a smart animal, one that could kill anything and handle itself in a fight. I did that, until I met the X-Men, who freed me from the Telepath's influence- but they never fixed me, or tried to help me. They just treated me like an animal, locking me up and letting me loose when they needed something dead. I remember hating them. Especially Alaric the most. I think, subconsciously, I still do. When the Phalanx invaded, I cut loose, and killed whatever I was pointed at. When I was brought along to Earth, I helped free your Alex. Then, after dicking around, we assaulted the Weapon X base, where your version of the same telepath who controlled me accidentally "fixed" me. Things were looking good. I was able to use my copy of my mother's personality and memories to bring her back to life. I met my older sister. I met the other, loser, me. Things were looking good, then everything went to . All the personalities of the people I've killed over the years started trying to assert themselves- a literal legion of voices, talking and yelling and assaulting myself... All the time. Even now. Then my mom shot beast, and apparently came back to finish the job. I got not only my arm cut off, but permanently stuck in this body, with no powers and no way to get them back it seems. Even with my new arm, I'm still crippled. I can't feel anything through the new arm, and I can't tell my own strength. I tend to break most things that I touch. I admit I like how this body is, and how it just feels... Better. But there's a cost. I've started to learn- attending classes and slowly learning things, but I am not really good with anything in classes. When I showed up, it was a good day if I even got a C in anything. I know what I'm good at- the only thing I've ever been good at. Killing people. I've been doing that for more than half my life. I know that killing people is my speciality, and yet now that I'm powerless, I can't. At the same time, now that I'm not under anyone's thumb, I don't want to kill anyone, unless I'm fighting them. And I don't think I can ever do anything else but kill people. It feels like I'm trapped. Speaking of killing, I wanted to talk about the incident with Joey Walker, and Dallas taking an axe to the dorm doors. Not long after I lost my arm, Joey was able to get photographs of me when lacking a shirt, and later photographs of my entire body. He blackmailed me into spending time with him, and threatened to make sure everyone saw these photographs of I ever talked. After awhile, he started to force himself and me into awkward situations, using the photographs to make me do what he wanted. Eventually leading to him using me for his own satisfaction. He raped me. Those are difficult words to write- or admit, but it's the truth. With time to think, and the deletion of the photographs during the incident, I admit that's what happened. I also wanted to speak about Dallas. He was one of two people that helped me once I lost my arm. He's my best friend, helping me time and time again whenever I was in need. I've repaid him by being a to him, repeatedly. I know I want to change my character in this, but I think he's done trying to be my friend, and I can understand that. Which means I'm alone. And I'm afraid. I've thought about seriously hurting, even killing myself before. I think about listening to the legion of voices in my head and simply offing myself. And every time so far that I've thought about it, I've been too much of coward. I'm a coward who's an idiot in her classes. I don't like myself, and I can't even properly deal with any of these problems. I want your help, please. Kristen Hailey

Ic: "Oh. I see,"

Ic: "I guess that's settled then, she's still with your doctors I do believe, whenever you want to check up on her," Sam said with a nod. "The older girl- Aella... What happened to her double?"

Ic: "You sure?" Sam asked, raising an eyebrow.