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[The feed starts on the PDA, in a modern 21st century city, or so the view of the buildings--impossibly close together, like they were pushed--would show. It's a high view, Raven cautiously optimistic as she pauses--having done that very thing to said buildings hoping to stop him. Breathing, uniform on her arms torn and cowl down--and then there's an explosive burst of flame; a taller masculine form, armored and wearing a mask of two colors--with only one eye visible on the orange side--and a weird symbol on his forehead flies from it. Straight for her, tackling her.]( Memory continues )[There is static for a moment before the feed cuts. Raven won't even look at her PDA, as it's flung to the other side of her room. Instead she's curling up on her bed--bundled in her cloak, and hiding. Too many things dredged up, which seems to be the point of this exercise.] | |
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[There is muted screaming behind the walls. It is late into the night - still sharp in a dress shirt and vest and without a trace of his usual army green, Kiriko tiptoes through the hallway of his home and as he does the shouts grow louder. At the end of the hall sits a small girl, no older than eight, nearly identical to her brother if it weren't for her age. Kiriko quietly drops the suitcase he had been carrying and nudges her with his foot. The shouts are so loud he doesn't need to whisper.]( Memories of War: cut for racism, murder. ) | |
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