Coalhada
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I push the voice away again. What does it even mean turn her in - she's done nothing wrong. I nod at Pris's words, about acting up. Maybe she's right. She' wrong about one thing, though. "She did it, Pris. Ourania did something to you. She pract…
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I push the voice away, shaking my head. Not now. Not now. "Ourania saw you as vulnerable, nothing weird about that. She's the one who put you in here." She's the one who's killed you. I step back from Pris. "Ever since I woke up, sometimes I jus…
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"I don't really feel happy any more, Pris. Just... less hungry, sometimes." I raise my head slowly, to see past Pris, trying to catch a glimpse of the thing in the crowd. "Is it always like this in here? With the music?" I can feel Pris's breath…
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"I'm here. I'm as here as I can be." I put my arms around Pris. I'm afraid that if I don't, when I open my eyes she'll be gone. "I didn't mean to change. It just happened." I open my eyes.
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Now I don't want to go home. I could stay here forever dancing with Pris. Couldn't I? They can leave the headset on and put me on a drip. But I have to ask something. I have to know. "Pris," I say, close to her ear to be heard over the music. "D…
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Oh God, it's true. They're keeping her alive. I wonder how time passes for her. Or for me, now, I suppose. How much time has passed outside since I put the headset on? Will she have lived a lifetime, when they decide to turn her off? Perhaps just a…
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Hunh. I forgot about the doctor. I guess I thought she'd be off duty or something. She can be on call 24 hours, but surely not on duty all the time. You would think. "Oh, uh, no emergency. I'm... just visiting?" I indicate the tube that Pris supp…
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I head straight back to Eight. I don't want to be seen as abusing my corp privileges after precisely zero days on the job. I slow down as I walk past Pris's door. I don't think they cleared out her stuff yet. Maybe Ourania was telling the truth. U…
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I wash my hair, give Gen Yu a little time before I emerge. Maybe she'll be in the locker room when I get there. I wouldn't blame her if she wasn't. I sigh a sad little sigh to myself. Some of the stuff Nadja does, like how she treats Ashlee. It's …
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Now I'm just looking at her back, which is awkward. So I turn round to face the wall myself. "Look, Gen Yu, I guess... your timing is bad, that's all. If I weren't-- I mean, I would totally want to... uh. I'm kind of with someone, so. I think you'…
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I look at Gen Yu for a moment, tilting my head to one side a little. "What did you think was going to--" No. I know the answer to that question. "Why did you invite me to train with you, instead of just saying what you wanted?" I think I know the …
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Yeah, Gen Yu in the shower is quite the picture. Shame about the soundtrack. She starts absentmindedly singing to herself and it's not great. In fact, it's bad. Incredibly, unattractively bad singing. Mercifully, after a few seconds she catches he…
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OK, so I could just get out of here and walk all the way back to Eight without showering. That will look kinda weird and maybe a little presumptuous about Gen Yu's intentions. Although I don't think it is. No, there's only one way through this. Pl…
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A hero's reward, I don't even know what that's supposed to mean. I follow Gen Yu along. It's not until I'm at the locker room door that I realise, oh, she means... oh. Nadja would kill me. And our rooms are right next door to each other, so she c…
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"It's not frizzy, it's curly, I say. I laugh a little breathy ha. "And thanks for the suggestion that being my girlfriend would drive someone over the edge." I reach up and push my hair back with my right hand, as if it had been in my eyes. I kind …
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I slow down but don't quite stop. "Yeah. I don't think you'd know her... I probably shouldn't talk too much about it." I make as if to keep heading to the locker room. I don't want to start gossip about Bea, though maybe I already have. Feels g…
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I am off my game, it's true. I let Gen Yu lead the way, keping a little distance. I feel a need to be wary. Not like totally paranoid or whatever, but cautious. I wonder for a moment if Gen Yu might be connected to Pax. "Sorry, I think my head's …
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Lead the Line +1 Hot (Rolled: 2d6+1. Rolls: 1, 2. Total: 4)
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I can't help but smile at that. "OK," I say, "I see how this is gonna be. I didn't know this was going to be a dancing game, but OK." I stretch and loosen up with theatrical exaggeration. I'm warmed up now, and the next couple of plays are more…
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Lead the Line (+1 Hot, +1 forward) (Rolled: 2d6+2. Rolls: 2, 2. Total: 6) (+1xp, to 3)
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I think I can get there first. Block Gen Yu off, retrieve the ball. One on one I could even score a point on the square from this range. Just turn and shoot. Aiming to Lead the Line
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I keep showing Gen Yu to her left, to the corner. She shoots from her right foot, so she'll have to cut inside or take a weak shot. I hold, and keep covering until the moment comes to apply pressure. Then I move in. There's a moment where Gen Yu…
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She wants me to try and cut her off, to commit too early. But I don't need to tackle her just yet. Maybe not at all. I keep pace on a parallel course, moving back and to the right, closing off the angles.
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I roll my neck side to side and shake my arms and legs loose. "Pretty much." I smile a little. As if to say this is just for fun. Nothing serious. I jog backward to give myself a little distance from Gen Yu, screening my goal.
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Yeah, there's no curfew exactly for corps, but you're supposed to use your time for "improving" activities. Sports count, though. I'm not wearing my team kit. Even if you're actually on the team, wearing match kit outside a match is super dorky. I…
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The mild elation of what we just did evaporates at the sound of Ourania's name. "She owes Bea something, that's for sure." I turn to head back to our pod. No reason to stick around here any longer than we need to. "I am sorry for putting you on …
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I think of a few things I could say. And then I go over to where he is and wrap him up in a hug. I take a deep breath.
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I wonder how much Aiden means it. I mean, sure, he's never really expressed any deep-seated affection for Bea when we talk in our room. But we're two guys, we don't talk about that stuff. So maybe. I do my level best not to look at Eff.
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I could say it but it wouldn't be true. And we would both know that. "Aiden," I say without taking my eyes off Bea, "if you were thinking of telling Bea how much you love her, now would be a really great time."
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Manipulate: (Rolled: 2d6+1. Rolls: 4, 3. Total: 8) +xp (to 2)