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"Looks like everyone is having fun," Rory said as she continued to drink her beer. It didn't matter who the culprit was. They'd reveal themselves to be some super-villain and then they'd all fight them, and that's the end of it. They'd fight the bad guy and win, no matter what... It was a cliche that made her head churn with anguish.
"Whatever..." Rory ruffled her hair as she blushed from the onset of being drunk. She looked down, simply watching as the events unfolded before her. As everyone interrogated each other. Was there even a point? Of course, finding the culprit was important, but for some reason, she felt like it was obvious. Even though it wasn't... Even though nobody could've known who started the chaos.
"Heh, maybe it's me." She said, jokingly. It was a stupid thing to say, how could it have been her? She had no motive or method to start all of this chaos, so insinuating that it was her was a preposterous notion. But... "Let's say I did." She was talking to herself. "What does that mean?"
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She'd had this conversation with herself before... She'd said those exact same words to herself, perhaps in different circumstances, but she had said them to herself, that much was certain. What did this mean? What was going on? How exactly was she meant to interpret these memories? "Damn..."
Was she just getting way too damn shitfaced to think properly? It felt like that, but at the same time, her memories felt real. Way to real to just blatantly ignore them... "You look similar to me."
This time she wasn't talking to herself... She was having a little daydream. Or maybe a flashback? She couldn't tell which one it was. But it was weird. She'd faced a person who looked almost identical to her. Almost as if they were long-lost sisters or something stupid like that... "Tell me, what exactly do you make of this situation?"
What would be the girl's answer to Rory's question? Rory was curious beyond belief... The girl snickered, ruffling her snow-white hair.
"Huh?" What a strange thing to ask. "Go ahead." She was indeed curious. But what even was this situation? Who was she? Why did they look so similar? And why was her chest forcefully swelling up?
"Excuse me, could you repeat that for me again?" She responded, not properly hearing the question.
"I'm really sorry, could you repeat that one more time? Perhaps my ears are failing me today..." The girl chuckled.
Rory waited in anticipation for the question. She felt that whatever question would be asked of her would somehow open up a new door for her.... A door to a place that contained answers.
"...Huh?"
"Huh...!?"
"What the hell are you saying!?"
"WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU TALKING ABOUT!?"
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"Ugh..." She had passed out from drinking so much as everybody continued to ponder over whether or not any of the soldiers were actually the culprit. She rubbed her head, clearly being in a great deal of pain, much more than a hangover would cause...
"What the hell happened..?" She stumbled towards the group, still in a great deal of mental pain.
"We're still discussing the culprit. It isn't any of the soldiers... But I think you already know who it is, Ms. Rory." Rory shook her head, "I have absolutely no idea what the **** your talking about." She said, clearly defensive.
("I didn't do anything. .") She thought.
("I must've been to drunk. .") She continued to think.
"Your insane if you think I have any idea about the culprit."
"Whatever..." Rory ruffled her hair as she blushed from the onset of being drunk. She looked down, simply watching as the events unfolded before her. As everyone interrogated each other. Was there even a point? Of course, finding the culprit was important, but for some reason, she felt like it was obvious. Even though it wasn't... Even though nobody could've known who started the chaos.
"Heh, maybe it's me." She said, jokingly. It was a stupid thing to say, how could it have been her? She had no motive or method to start all of this chaos, so insinuating that it was her was a preposterous notion. But... "Let's say I did." She was talking to herself. "What does that mean?"
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She'd had this conversation with herself before... She'd said those exact same words to herself, perhaps in different circumstances, but she had said them to herself, that much was certain. What did this mean? What was going on? How exactly was she meant to interpret these memories? "Damn..."
Was she just getting way too damn shitfaced to think properly? It felt like that, but at the same time, her memories felt real. Way to real to just blatantly ignore them... "You look similar to me."
This time she wasn't talking to herself... She was having a little daydream. Or maybe a flashback? She couldn't tell which one it was. But it was weird. She'd faced a person who looked almost identical to her. Almost as if they were long-lost sisters or something stupid like that... "Tell me, what exactly do you make of this situation?"
What would be the girl's answer to Rory's question? Rory was curious beyond belief... The girl snickered, ruffling her snow-white hair.
"Tell me, Ms. Before I answer, I'd like to pose you a question as well."
"Huh?" What a strange thing to ask. "Go ahead." She was indeed curious. But what even was this situation? Who was she? Why did they look so similar? And why was her chest forcefully swelling up?
"Rory, I'd like to ask you. H-.. ve- ou. Destroy-"
"Excuse me, could you repeat that for me again?" She responded, not properly hearing the question.
"Of course. Have- "
"I'm really sorry, could you repeat that one more time? Perhaps my ears are failing me today..." The girl chuckled.
"Certainly. Now, Rory..."
Rory waited in anticipation for the question. She felt that whatever question would be asked of her would somehow open up a new door for her.... A door to a place that contained answers.
"Tell me, have you ever felt like you were meant to destroy this world?
"...Huh?"
"Have you ever felt like you were a cancer cell dwelling within a healthy body? A healthy body being this existence.
"Huh...!?"
"Why do you think this situation, along with all the other calamities, happen? Coincidence? I think not.
"What the hell are you saying!?"
"Think about it. For what reason does your talent bloom faster than others? Simply to make sure you can destroy everything.
"WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU TALKING ABOUT!?"
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"Ugh..." She had passed out from drinking so much as everybody continued to ponder over whether or not any of the soldiers were actually the culprit. She rubbed her head, clearly being in a great deal of pain, much more than a hangover would cause...
"What the hell happened..?" She stumbled towards the group, still in a great deal of mental pain.
"We're still discussing the culprit. It isn't any of the soldiers... But I think you already know who it is, Ms. Rory." Rory shook her head, "I have absolutely no idea what the **** your talking about." She said, clearly defensive.
("I didn't do anything. .") She thought.
("I must've been to drunk. .") She continued to think.
"Your insane if you think I have any idea about the culprit."