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Noise

It starts as just irritation. A metaphorical crawling under your skin. Things are too noisy, too bright, there is too much happening all the time and you can't take it all in-

Then silence it, make it yours, make it you, take control and destroy what will not submit

It sounds so inviting, a freedom from the noise, but its wrong, its wrong, its wrong and the noise is getting louder, mechanical and foreboding as it sees you, it knows you are there, and it wants to make you apart of it.

Anatawa hitorijanai

For a moment, there is quiet.

You breathe.

And fall through water.

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You could be stronger. Just give in. Join us.

You haven't been through the Scenarios yet.

[No surprise this time. She just clenches a fist.]

Tell me the plan. How does protecting everyone with Kraang abilities work?

The Kraang are biologically efficient. They need less mass for their strength, they are difficult to injure, both physically and mystically, they are able to grow and expand from a small amount to enough to take over buildings in minutes.

They are persuasive, but...

But we are not that far yet.

If it's so great, why am I hearing 'but?'

Is it worth the cost yet.

Let's start there. With the - what did the old ones call it?

Risky cost analysis.

Risk cost analysis.

That is how we always operate. Sacrifice and Selfishness determine that.

And, what? You're just stuck in the middle?

Logistics.

[He gestures to all the plans.]

I figure out the means. They determine the should.

[She gets up, paces over to the plans.]

But you know the cost.

They are part of the planning. They need to be factored into how to accomplish my end goals.

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Okay...Let's make a plan. Right now.

You'll actually go along with a plan?

[Also do ever say if she's not holding that chain]

[For reasons]

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[Pff.]

This might be hard to believe, but I've managed to do it at least once.

[Actually. Since he sat down when she first touched it, this is probably where she'd be letting go.]

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The plan also has to keep you safe.

[how does this keep happening whomst the fuck do people think they are why do people think they can tell her she can’t just drive herself into the ground to fulfill a stupid sense of moral obligation you blow out a dam wall one time and almost drown and suddenly everyone wants to know your ribs are intact remember when this was all just about winning a parkour contest to figure out who mom was maybe she could get some blasted sleep if the world would stop trying to end every five minutes did anyone ever think of]

[Hands on her hips. Stare at the ceiling for a minute. DEEP BREATH.]

Guess I walked into that one. Fine. In this plan, I will be safe.

Good.

Do you understand the problem with the Scenarios?

Yes. We end up with limited options - sometimes it's just about making us uncomfortable. Sometimes it's about who's going to get hurt.

Sometimes its about whose going to die some horrific way.

[A screen pops up and oh]

[That sure is]

[A lot of people who got turned into horrifying Junji Ito spaghetti. With a focus on Raph.]

[Well. That's. Her second body horror.]

...Hence, the bunker. If they're in there, then maybe that doesn't happen.

But - here.

[Aloy will go over and attempt to claim a screen to work with, doing her best to put in data she knows. Data she's had to live with. And present to the snapper.]

[CW: suicide references behind links. Attempting recipe: screen + Memory: Full Stop + Memory: The Medical Option, trying to craft Concept: Bunkers are tombs]

[The data transfers well enough. The mindscape is fully blue tooth enabled.]

[He watches the memories play and]

[He sighs]

I know that is a concern.

I lived underground. [He gestures around them.]

I can delve, but I couldn't stay down there.

Here's what I'm thinking instead. I - don't know how to make them myself. But I know you're better at me than this. Instead of hiding away, we remove the threat.

[He's asked her to draw up the pullcaster before, so hey. She'll try to draw up on the screen: to the left a fucking electric pulse bomb, on a scale for swarm warfare. To the right - a silver-haired man in sterile, futuristic clothes, lunging forward without a care as Aloy's arrows glance off an energy field that surrounds him.]

We didn't have much choice.

[Another screen pops up.]

[There is a man bundled in winter clothes, along with three other kids. THe man isn't very tall, but you're smaller, and there's fur on his face.]

[Do not wander from the alley. You can play in the snow, you can watch, but do not talk to the people. Hide your faces if anyone approaches and tell them you're waiting for me. If they give you too much attention, Red, get all of you back in the sewer.]

Humans are not kind to what is different.

[He does look to the screen.] A bomb won't do much for the snake. [Though, there is a pause at the man.] A personal force field?

[Her face falls, seeing the memory. And hey, if she's still able to, a window for her screen: a short point of view, wobbling down a trail in the grass, mumbling to herself. A jerk, a cry of pain! A hand going to her forehead, coming away with blood. A boy taunts, no-mother, as he picks up another rock to throw.]

Stupid and petty.

[She swallows, and gets back to her planning.]

I was thinking the bomb might, if we could just get it exposed. No snake, no sacrifices. For the field - I think they perfected a prototype design of some armor I scavenged. There was data reporting on its development progress - some kind of 'hard light projector?'

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