[Sayo returns from the tunnels, and it's like a welled up pressure in her chest finally dissipates into something more manageable-to go from a battlefield of bodies to a clean, cold forest that takes the air right out of her... she almost feels detached from reality, for the return home. Nothing left physically but a bandaged arm. A stitched up cut ( Read more... )

[After hearing about being on a list she had no desire being on, Sayo's going to be a little anxious. She's been unable to focus during the next few hours after the broadcast, instead seeking comfort in weaving at the loom-only, her heart was beating quickly at the thought of it: she wasn't sure what a lot of things meant, but she knew fighting. ( Read more... )

[After a very tiring last few weeks-between learning about things she's forgotten and turning into things she could never willingly forget-Sayo found herself resting comfortably in Luceti. The experiment, while straining for some, wasn't so bad. She'd gotten to record an image of her son's face while she was stuck in his body... and now she can ( Read more... )

[It's been a while since she was taken in by the Malnosso, and it was shockingly easy for her to just ignore any shred of her memory in those cells and live like normal. She didn't dream-didn't have to worry about waking up in a pale fright at the image of scientists... didn't have to worry because memories would slowly fade away over time.

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[When Sayo finally sits up from her place in the forest, she isn't sure what's happened. She'd been unconscious-'asleep'-and now upon rising she finds her mind is sluggish and trying to catch up with her situation. Brief flashes of a robotic form... being dragged away... and then, it seems, blackness. Little still-frames of cells and strange men in ( Read more... )

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[Sayo, meanwhile, has no clue there are experiments going on. After all, why would she? How can you change people without doing anything to them? So she's smiling along her usual route from her apartment into town, toward Seventh Heaven. She'd been finding herself easily adjusting to the work there, not that she was too worried-even with ( Read more... )

[It's midnight, but it'll take her a minute to note this. There's a drawn-out yawn, and the grunting of someone doing their usual morning stretch. And in the dark, an outline of a woman appears, in the usual Luceti New Feather garb. She touches her cheek, confused, unable to really see the book in the blue hue of night.]

That was a good rest! Ah-b- ( Read more... )