winddaughter: theEND (this sting I've been ignoring)
Anemone ([personal profile] winddaughter) wrote in [community profile] nysalogs 2017-08-17 03:09 am (UTC)

always fun trying to figure out what a character actually knows

[She kind of hoped Mercy would ask. It's the only way Anemone might be able to tiptoe her way through this: focus on the true beginning. And history is something Anemone can do. Something to get her talking without as much hesitance.]

They were lifeforms that came to Earth a really long time ago. Millennia ago. Their first interaction with mankind went really poorly. [As she talks she makes normal eye contact with Mercy. She's finally... expressive.] See, they could only communicate by merging with other life around them. And eventually they scared humans off the planet, because as they merged with parts of the planet itself, they grew so large. Humans took it as aggressive action.

[She has so many different sources. It's disgusting how Dewey manipulated everything. And why.]

Humans eventually came back though. They thought it was a different planet entirely because of how the Scub changed it. The Scub got cautious though this time. They didn't want to scare humans away, but that's... not a story that's my own.

[She hesitates at last, a stillness in her. This... this is where she needed to start to lead up to. Her history, not the planet's.]

I don't know why, but I guess people started to want to know more about the Scub? I can't explain it. I really can't, but I guess... some of us just... became connected to the Scub. Mentally. They called it Desperation Disease, because the people that had it were catatonic, and the people around them were... desperate to find a cure. But there wasn't one. It wasn't something to be cured from, but no one understood the true nature of it.

[Even she doesn't remember, not beyond the fuzzy sense of a... library.]

...So. [Unsteady breath.] My parents were still alive when I... "got" the disease. I don't know how long I was in that state. But when I... woke up from it. [Something sharpens in her gaze. Deadly.] I was with the military. [She makes eye contact and she smirks. Under the table her hands are shaking. She's three places all at once and her mood is fragmented and she just wants to be distant from all those places. Her voice is colder when she finishes:] I was different and that's when my problems started. [And then she snaps her gaze away once more, so quick that her hair moves with the flow. She clenches her teeth down hard and tries to swallow down the aggression that is no fault of Mercy's.]

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