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[dreammoonchild]

::So, it's very late at night at the Academy's Rail to Domino, all services for the day ended, the only thing left on is the lights and the vending machines.

There, Ashley waits for someone, eating a chicken wrap.::

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[wherethemiceare]

::Waves her hands.::

N-no, just. Resilient, I guess, is the term?

So, why did you ask me to come out here so late, Ashley?

[dreammoonchild]

Ah, right.

::Takes a deep breath.::

[dreammoonchild]

We need to have a serious talk about two things.

[wherethemiceare]

Like, about what...?

[dreammoonchild]

You realize Suburu's planning something stupid, right?

[wherethemiceare]

... Do we need to talk about this?

[dreammoonchild]

I'd like to think it'd be smart to.

::Chomp.::

[wherethemiceare]

I'm mostly aware, yes. Why?

[dreammoonchild]

Because Necromancy regarding Raising the Dead is generally considered bad juju, and goes wrong for even the most skilled in Demonic Magic, and she's an Illusionist.

And what she sounds like she wants to do will go very bad.

[wherethemiceare]

... I... don't care. If I can be of some use to someone, that's fine by me, Ashley.

[dreammoonchild]

Ugh, you heroically suicidal types are a real pain, you know that?

I mean, if what you are is what you are, you're practically a God.

[wherethemiceare]

... I don't like thinking about that.

[dreammoonchild]

... It's like pulling teeth...

::Grumble grumble grumble.::

My point is you won't be of use to her.

You'll almost certainly either die or get severely injured, and she'll have nothing to show for it, Kat.

[wherethemiceare]

If that's what she wants, that's what she wants. And it'll make her happy...

[dreammoonchild]

Ugh...

If I can't bring you to task about that, let's talk about the second thing. You're a clone of Wakahisa Noriko, aren't you. Or something built like her, right?

[wherethemiceare]

H-huh!?

::How'd you figure it out.::

[dreammoonchild]

Nail on the head.

[dreammoonchild]

Then let me be upfront.

::Pulls out a case from her jacket pocket, and flicks it around, opening it.::

[wherethemiceare]

::Screams a sharp girly scream.::

[wherethemiceare]

H-how!?

[dreammoonchild]

Once in a millennium genius, Kat. Or did you think that was an exaggeration?

It's not complete obviously, and due to rules of magic, my thing's equally as dangerous as Suburu's plans, and this is only good for one use.

::Snaps the case closed.::

But when I'm done, you seem a smarter choice than Mom. She'd dominate.

[wherethemiceare]

S-so, what.

You both want to kill me, and I have to choose my death...?

[dreammoonchild]

::Snorts.::

No, actually.

I've been considering this for a while.

Because I think you'd be a healthy choice. You're a lot calmer than me.

[wherethemiceare]

I... don't follow.

[dreammoonchild]

I have a naturally psychotic personality. I'm honestly shocked I haven't backslide yet, but.

I need to do something about being a psychotic paranoid. Mom deserves better than me to turn into "That", again.

And I figure you could use a spine.

[wherethemiceare]

But... we wouldn't be ourselves anymore.

[dreammoonchild]

There are worse things than that, Kat.

Some of us are a walking mess waiting to go off.

::Slaps Kitty on the shoulder as she walks by, finishing her wrap.::

At least I'm giving you a choice in the matter and talking to you like an adult, and telling you what I want.

[wherethemiceare]

You're acting like Suburu's a terrible person.

[dreammoonchild]

She is. In that she wants to waste a girl like you, who I can't see why she'd be into you.

For a sister I'm pretty sure was a terrible person herself.

::Flexes and stretches her arms.::

[wherethemiceare]

::She can't say anything.::

[dreammoonchild]

Me and her know what we want, Kat.

How about you?

Think about it. It might save your life.

::Trots off into the darkness, leaving Kitty to herself.::

[wherethemiceare]

::Kitty stands there, uncharacteristically sulking in the halogen lights, wondering to herself how things got like this.::

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