"Wahat the hell, why don't you just let me read this to you now!?" Lucielle complained.

"Luci, she's tired. We'll come back to her lat--" The sound of paper can be heard crumbling. Roger scolded his daughter for balling the paper, but she stomped away. Roger goes after her.

"So, what's your plan when we get to the mainland? It'd be nice to be on a camp again with lots of people to meet, right?" Natasha smiled.

"I have no intentions of meeting people." Lena gets up from the table.

"Well, you don't have to. There's other stuff to do..."

Lena says nothing...

*Cyan pulled out a picture of someone from her nightstand. A girl... It wasn't her ex... but it was someone she obviously once closely knew as tears welled into her eyes. She began to cry as she pulled her combat knife out and began dragging it across her wrists. She was crying just loud enough to be heard if someone was directly outside the bedroom door.*
"If only you and dad werent dead... I wouldn't hate myself for what feels as though it's my fault... If they hadn't've held me back I could've saved you both... I'm sorry..."
*Cyan's blood slowly ran down her arm and dripped onto the floor.*

"Mew"?" A curious Frodo came strolling down from the dresser. He leaps up onto the bed, placing his paw on her wrists. The blood vanished when he wiped it away, then he started to nudge the knife in Cyan's hand, meowing loudly.

"Frodo, stop... Let me have my release time. I need to do this or I'll end up using... My ex's Deagle..."

*Cyan sighed as more tears driped from her eyes... The tears that landed on Frodo's paw eventually started to tingle, then burn. Though Cyan probably didn't know this as she didn't try to clean Frodo off immediately*

Frodo stared at him paw which turned to mist. He curls up next to her, nuzzling her back.

"Natasha, I'm not going to camp with you..." Lena says, walking towards the doorway. She motioned Natasha to follow, and so she did. The two of them continue down the hall.
"What do you mean that? There's no where to go /but/ the camp. We'll be able to figure

((Oops))
"What do you mean that? There's no where to go /but/ the camp. Everywhere else is a war zone, if not, the enemy's base!"

"I know, it's just... I might be identified and..."
"Oh..." Nat now understood. "We can change your appearance." She added.

"They have my barcode scanned. I'd need an entirely new body, but that would be risky..." Lena knocks on the couples door.

"Why's that?"
"I'll explain later. You need to tend to your girlfriend's feelings..." Lena then Pat's her sister on the back and leaves.

"Cyan, is something the matter...?" Natasha asks, opening the door. Immediately, Frodo rushes over and walks around her. She paid no attention to him and sat on the bed.

*Cyan faced her arms away and pulled the picture away too... She sighed and looked away*
"Yeah... I'm fine, I just needed to cry... I have someone very special that I refuse to forget... I'm sorry."

*Cyan sniffled again and tears began flowing again*
"I just wish I had someone left of my family... They're all dead... No one is left..."

*Cyan pulled out the knife again and slashed her wrist once more before throwing it into the wall and standing up. and walking across the room to the window. By the look of Cyan's wrist bleeding, not just dripping, but full line of blood trailing, it was pretty damn bad. She looked at it and began crying again as she fell to her knees.*
"Natasha? Do you ever just feel like there's a time and place to exist, but you don't want to outside of those times and places? I'm sorry... just don't look at me... Leave the room and I'll get this cleaned up... Or don't. Whatever..."

Natasha walks over and kneels down to Cyan, sighing a bit. "Yes, I do, but it can't always be like that unfortunately. As we continue living, we'll experience negative and positive events that impact us. It's just life...." Natasha gets up and walls over to the corner of the room. She picks up the knife and grips in her hand as she makes her way to the doorway now.
"I'm going to get some bandages from the med-bay..." She opened the door and looks back Cyan. There was pain in her eyes. "I'll be right back...." and she was gone.

((REEE sorry, I needed to release some anger...))

((Oh, uh, is everything ok...? Is this about Nat's response?))

((Either way, it's fine that you needed to release some anger))

((No, it's not about Nat's response.))
*Cyan looked at her wrists, realizing she broke her promise to Natasha. Cyan began crying harder, not wanting Natasha to feel bad for her.*

As Lena passes Roger's room, he saw the father holding up a crumbles piece of paper while giving Lucielle a talk.

"who the hell cares!? She wouldn't have read that..." Lucielle was yelling at Roger, who was yelling back. Fighting dire with fire.
Lena walls in, reading their levels as she did so. "Is everything alright here?" Lena asks. She was standing in the doorway, her hands at her sides, staring at the two.

"No, everything's just fine and dandy..." Lucielle retorts, shoving passed her to her room. Roger called our her name, but she didn't come back.

Roger sits down on his bed,running his fingers through his curly blonde hair.

"I don't know what I'm going to do with her..." Roger sounded exasperated. Dhe fell back onto his bes, looking up at the ceiling.
"Can I ask about the history between you two?" Lena sat down on the edge of the bes next to him.
"Long story short, I was at war all the time, she was at home with Dol'... It was a mess...."
"Is 'Dol' the woman you see in the hallways sometimes?" Roger sits up and looks at Lena
"How'd...?"
"I read your file. It says you see--"
Roger brows narrowed. "Why are you reading that part of my file?"
"To better understand what may be causing the situation and how to solve it." Lena explained. There was a pause. "I was programmed to try and resolve problems in the best w--"
"Just stop reading my file please..." Roger huffed. "Some of that stuff is private, and not to mention, was stolen from my other profile from Gala's Military..."

"Alright..." Another pause. "...You were in the military...?"

"Don't wanna talk about it..."

They sat there in silence.

"Bandages... Bandages... Where the heck are they...?" Natasha stood in a wooden chair, rummaging through the cupboards above her head. She couldn't find the medkit anywhere, it wasn't in it's usual spot, so she had to use the loose ones. But those weren't in it's spot too.
She got off the chair, nearly falling, and placed one foot down on the ground. She saw Lucielle stomped pass her.
"Luci--?" She started, but Lucielle shot her a death stare that shut Nat up instantly. The child went into her room, slammed her door, as usual. There was a faint scream from behind the door, curse words of all kind and unintelligible cries.

Natasha sighed. She couldn't find the bandages

*Cyan suddenly grabbed Natasha's wrist and pressed a pressure point, taking her knife back and sliding it into her pocket. Cyan then showed Natasha her wrists and the black obsidian substance filling them to stop the bleeding, she didn't say a word though*

Natasha jolted back, startled from Cyan's sudden approach
She hadn't noticed when she came in the room, she still thought she was in the bedroom.

Looking down at the black obsidian m, she was relieved, but not at the knife.

"Cyan, I really don't think you should be carrying that knife right now..." She was rubbing her wrist.

*Cyan looked at Natasha, blinked twice, then just shook her head*
"Natasha, you don't get it. I'm sorry for cutting but I can't just hold my feelings in. It's my release simply because my BPD refuses to let me explain my problems in a way I know you'll understand..."

Natasha looked a bit uneasy, eyeing the knife. She sighed, returning back to putting the supplies that she had moved back in the order they had been in.

*Cyan sighed and hugged Natasha from behind. Natasha suddenly felt tears dropping onto her shoulder*
"Natasha, I am sorry... Everything's just so stressful... But please know I plan on marrying you and growing old with you. You know I don't need you to worry for me. Because at the end of the day, if my injuries aren't too bad, I'll be fine. I love you Natasha."

((Happy Thanksgiving Cy!))

"Cyan, I worry about you because I care about you! I love you too, but I don't want you to hurt yourself anymore that you already are." Natasha turns around and hugs Cyan. She wraps her arm around Cyan, keeping them locked. "I want you to be happy for yourself..."

It was still quiet. Roger was still staring up at the ceiling, laying back with arms slightly spread across the bed. He looks over at her, she was still sitting, looking blankly at the wall in front of her. It was grey, shiny, metallic, similar to her skin.
Lena gets up, her foot makes a clunking sound as she took one step foward.
"I'm sorry..." She apologized.

"It's fine..." He answered, though he still felt someway about her having access to her files. "I'm sorry too... I shouldn't have snapped at you the way I did...."

She nods her head and walks out his room, closing the door.

When she was gone, Roger looks over to his side, and she was there again. Blonde hair, deep blue eyes, wearing a tattered white dress. She was laying there, her face laying on the pillow. She looked sickly.

((Happy Turkey Day *gobbling*))

"Okay, I promise not to hurt myself unless I absolutely cant take it. I love you Natasha."

"Cyan, Iifbyou can't take it anymore, don't hurt yourself. Call one of us over, we're all here for you, for each other," Natasha smiles. She ends the hug, letting go of Cyan. As she did so,

--she felt her thigh buzz. Natasha takes her communicator our from her pocket and opens it. The time she had set went off

*Cyan nodded and walked out of the room, off to find Lena. As Cyan was thinking of what just happened, she bumped into Lena*
"Oh! Sorry. Lena, can I ask you to come with me for a little while? I want to take a look at that hand."

Lena's body stiffens a bit. She remembered the last occassions Cyan has asked to help her. Though nothing had gone wrong the last times, she felt the immeidate urge go say 'no'. But she didn't. What came out was a slow, awkward, "...Sure...?"

She was was keeping her distance a bit.

*Cyan nodded and went into the workshop, waiting for Lena to follow*

After a few seconds, Lena appeared in the doorway, taking a look around the workshop. She seemed a bit uncomfortable as she forced one step inside.

She looked down at her hand. "I'm guessing your doing a digital analysis of the damaged parts...?" She sounded distressed about something.

"Yes, I'm also going to try to rebuild your hand and replace the damaged one... Why do you sound troubled? If your scared, I should let you know I have no intentions to harm you."

"No, I know you won't hurt me... I just..." Her voice trailed off. She her left foot taps the ground a bit and her fingers interlocked. She couldn't look Cyan in the eye for some reason.

"Lena? Are you alright? You can talk to me, ya' know?"

"I'm fine... Can you just tell me the procedure before you do anything?" She suggests, looking at the tools on the table.

"Alright, so I'm going to figure out the damage points and see how to preform my procedure, then I'm going to take several shots around your hand and develope a 360 degree full model of it. After that I'll re-piece the missing parts of your hand and 3D print it, to which I'll re-enforce the material with several types of metal, then I will make pinpoints for flexibility and attatch it. Then all I'll have to do is some rewiring and engraving and you'll have a new temporary hand until I can get a real hand for your exact model. You know, because you can't get it yourself without getting retraced and recovered by the government. I'm telling you if I ever see you the way you were when we first saved you I'm going to rip whoever is resposible to shreds."

"As long as you can make yourself comfortable for afew hours, this won't take as long as you think."
*Cyan smiled, and began setting up a comfortable-looking chair. Cyan then walked over and got a 'professional photographer' looking camera; big camera, long lens, retractable tripod, then again Cyan was a photagrapher in her freetime during her days off while deployed at her military base. Cyan began thinking about those days and remembering seeing a younger Roger afew times during her squadron's travel between base-camps*

*She remembered herself being 14-15 at the time. Cyan began to smile, then her memories started to go back to the day after her seventh birthday, the day her father was killed and she along with her siblings were taken away. She quickly shook herself away from the day-dreaming and cut the smile out. Cyan walked back over to the chair and set the camera down on the table beside it, where all of the tools were*

((Sorry for the wall of text))

The small indicator on the side of Lena's vision rose a bit for a moment when Cyan had the memory. the words 'seratonin' popped up and disappeared quickly.

She didn't know what to say, but intead smiled slightly. It wasn't forced this time.

"Thank you for telling me... I... I feel a bit more at ease now..."

Taking a seat leather chair, Lena rests her arms on the metal sides of the chair, tapping a bit and swinging her legs before she stopped. She was looking at the to ok s with curiousity, scanning each one of them to see if they matched a particular sound.

She removed the beanie from her head, revealing nappy short, chopped curls of what remained of artificial her hair. She places it in her lap and waits

*Cyan sat down and put on her glasses (which she refused to wear unless needed) and gently took Lena's hand, looking at the damages. 3 fingers missing, plus a big ol' chunk of her palm missing, Cyan looked at the wires and touched one, ofcourse getting shocked by about 1200 volts of electricity within Lena's arm, though Cyan didn't flinch, as she was testing the beat of each pulse within her arm*
"Okay, your arm is still fine..."
*Cyan released it and got her camera, beginning to prepare it.*
"I'm going to need you to lift your arm fifteen inches off of the arm rest and l'll get the pictures taken care of in a second."

A ruby line starts to appear, dotted, as it traces across Lena's field of vision. Her digital eye followed it, while her real one eyed Cyan.

Raising her hand to dotted line, which was approximately fifteen feet off the ground, she leaned back. Her eyes kept fluttering, they looked like they were about to roll back into her head each time they fluttered, but they didn't. Hundreds of articles flashed in her mind, headlines to photos of executions, weapons, species. Different colors, faces of grief and passion. They all came flooding in and left in a flash.
Lena's shook her head, returning to reality, and looked over at Cyan.
"Have you been keeping up with the news lately?" Her face remained neutral but she was worried inside. "Apparently, there's a new set of senates and war leaders from both sides." She tilted her head, looking at the titled floor.

"You know I haven't exactly had time for that. Being the strongest female solider in my squad always took up my time... what about it?"
*Cyan continued to snap several photos around Lena's hand, not even making eye-contact, 30 in total. Cyan then unplugged the camera, she looked at her laptop and began peicing the photos together instantly, trying to make the most realistic model she could.*

Confused as whether to playfully roll her eyes or make a comment, Lena just blinked. She kept the conversation going with, "I don't know, I just found it odd. Why choose leaders all of w sudden just two months apart. And the Evos are stopping their nuclear plants..." Lena stopped, she looked annoyed with herself. "Sorry, I'm just making small talk, pr at least attempting to..."

"Well now that you say it like that, it does certainly seem suspicious. Should you and I investigate that further once we get rescued?"
*Cyan began printing the hand out, or atleast the seperate peices*

"I think it may be necessary to investigate, so yes. There's other things I've seen in that article that stand out also, but I just brought that up... It could be a coincidence of some sort..."

Roger gets up from the door, ignoring the woman that was lying on his bed. He needed fresh air. Well, to get out of his room at least.

He twisted the knoba and turned the door to find Nataha standing right there in front of him. She had almost knocked on his door, but sent him flinching back.

"Oh, did I scare you--?"
"Um, YES, you scared me!" Roger nervously laughed, stepping back. He felt chills run down his spine when he peered over his shoulder to see the woman was not on the bed. She was now standing, looking g at him with lifeless eyes. "D-Do you need somethin'?"
"I was making sure you were okay" Nataha answers. There was silence.

Nat watches Roger look back once more and when she asked about it, he brushed her question off.

Rocking back and forth on his heels, and putting his hands in his pockets, Nat motions Roger to follow her.

"Where are we goin'?"

"Nowhere is particular-- there'steally nowhere to go when we're stuck in this submarine. I just think it's nice to take a stroll and converse. Something about it gives off a pleasant feeling," Natasha shrugged. "It really /clears your mind./"

Roger gave Nat a questioning look, but she smiles and leads him towards the gym.

*Cyan picked up the pieces and packed them into a red-sand mold, digging small holes into it and grabbing a cup of liquid metal, pouring it into each hole. After afew minutes she dug the pieces out and broke the extra hardened metal off. Cyan then began polishing the pieces with some wax and smooth sand-paper.*
"Likely not considering the world we live in today. Apocalyptic War and always chance of danger. Nowhere is safe."

"I never got to play... I was always kept inside... No one ever let me go out. Because I was too dangerous... But I'm better now... You should've seen me back then."

"Yeah, nowhere is safe..." Lena sulked back in her chair, thinking about when the world was safe, for the most part. "It'd be nice to live in a world that isn't filled with bullets or where you have to worry about where you place your feet. There's always a landmine lying around somewhere." Lena huffed, looking down at her leg.
Drumming her real fingers on the arm of the chair, she went back to reading articles at a slower pace this time. There was no need to hurry.
"So, what do you think awaits us when we get back?" Natasha asks. The old friends moved in unison, taking each step forward together as they trailed the rectangular shape of the gym.
"Nothin' new, the same ol' things we've been doing for nearly a decade..."

"Not nearly, /for/ a decade. Remember, you started a couple of months after Lucielle was born...." Natasha smiled, but Roger didn't. He looked upset hearing that fact.

"Yeah, a decade..."
They went around for a few more laps before changing their course. Roger held the door to the hallway opened for Nat and followed her after.
They carried on with the walk for a bit more, hearing Cyan working in the workshop down the hall. There was a long quietude before Roger blurted out, "Do you ever just wanna get away from it all?"

"Excuse me?"

"Do you ever think there's more to this organization life? It's sketchy, and secretive with too many good to be true promises after a war that doesn't seem like it's going to end soon. The organization is not even named, just military operation that pulls people of various backgrounds in, no matter what their history was, and sticks us into groups to patrol, fight, or whatever. Everyone follows orders without question."

"They're fearful of not obeying. You've seen what they done to..." Natasha stopped talking, her eyes were sad.

"I know, it's just... Why doesn't anyone stand up? Or, or at least run away?!"

"Roger, there's no where else to run, really... The middle sector is a wasteland. All of it's people have scattered to Gala-- our side-- or HollowLark, where the EVOs are... If you're not apart of the one of those groups, you don't fit in." Natasha explained. She twirled her hair.
"Well," He starts, walking towards the kitchen with Natasha right behind him. "When there's two larger bodies of people, there's always an independent. A smaller group of people who reject the mainstream. I wouldn't be surprised if they're are those who are living among one of the sections, probably off the grid or somethin'..." His voice trailed off.

Natasha shrugged. "It's hazardous, but possible..."

They stopped.

The two had come to the front of the submarine, in the control room. Before them was a large window, revealing the ocean world that had surrounded them for the past week.

To the side were coral reefs. There were no inhabitants that roamed in them, they were blanched and expired. There were no fishes in sight either, it was a rarity to see one. A lot of species had died over the years, from previous battles that wrecked the ecosystem mercilessly.

Their eyes wandered out into what seemed like a vast aqua-colored sea, vacant of life besides them.
"This is depressing to look at..." Natasha said with a heavy heart, turning around and going back.
Roger stayed.

(sorry for the wall of text)

*Cyan laughed*
"Not only the explosion, but the stratchnel tearing into you hurts like a b!tch. I hope you understand why I just lose all my happiness sometimes now."

"Lena, have you ever experienced death? Cos I have. It's so much more peaceful than this place. I guarrentee you if I killed every person on this Submarine and then myself, they'd be thanking me when I arrived. I understand why 'they' call it *heaven*."

"The golden gate was real, the angels. Everything was just so peaceful... I want to go back but I vowwed to myself that I'd stick with your sister until the end. By the way, I have something to show you after I'm done here."

*Cyan began wiring the hand she put together. She then sighed and put the hand next to Lenas broken hand, a perfect match with a bit of a better shine.*

"Thanks..." Lena's voice was low. She quickly glances down at the new hand, but her eyes darted back up to kee9 watch of Cyan.
She felt odd hearing Cyan speak about death in such a casual manner, let alone killing everyone on the submarine.

"I have experienced some close calls with death..." She spoke slowly, hesitating to say anything more. She was feeling slightly disturbed, sliding our of the seat and backing up a bit.

Lena forced an unsettled smile. Her eye flashed red.

"Lena, I know what you're thinking, but you know I don't really have much emotion to put behind my words. I'm fine. Sit back down so I can install this thing, please."

"All I'm saying is that I'd bet you'd all find death better than the sh!t life we're living. I'm not gonna hurt anyone."

Lena, still wary, returns to the caramel leather, taking a seat. She extends her arm out waiting for the Cyan to complete the process. Her eye didn't go back to normal, it stayed red.

*Cyan un hinged Lena's broken hand a threw it into the garbage then attatched the new hand*
"Okay, there you go. Now follow me, I need to show you something..."
*Cyan got up and walked out of the workshop and into the couples bedroom.*

Lena's eye blinked rapidly for two seconds, then returned back to its unnaturally, bright emerald color. She follows after Cyan, still viewing the water damage from several days before. She stood in the doorway, picking into the room as she watched Cyan go in.

"Meow." Frodo came out from a dark corner, purring. The feline nuzzled his head against Cyan's leg, welcoming her it seemed like he had slept well.

*Cyan pet the cat and scratched behind his ears before pulling a small box out of her nightstand*
"Lena, you got to come in, I can't risk anyone else seeing this..."

Lena walks into the room more. Each step looks slightly uncomfortable as a beeping noise came from her leg every now and then. She closes the door and walls over to Cyan, staring down at the box.
"What exactly is this?" She asked, already scanning away. Her eye flickered and then returned back to normal.

*Cyan opened it; inside was a saphire ring, stablized by jade throughout the inside of the ring*
"Listen, I know you don't exactly trust me. But to be respectful. I need to ask for your permission to marry Natasha before I go through with it. I'm planning on asking her possibly afew weeks after we get settled in at the new base."

Lena gawked at the ring, and then at Cyan, and then back to the ring. She had scanned the materials inside but, she has still surprisesd to see it.

Her expression changed from shocked to uncertainty at once.

"Look, Natasha is already fragile enough..." Lena began, thinking about another relationship Nata had been in before.
"The only way I'm giving you my permission, my blessing, is if you promise me you'll be there for her because /I know/ Nat will be there for you always, in health. No matter the case. You have to promise and /mean it/..." Every word felt weighty as Lena spoke slowly and carefully.

*Cyan nodded*
"I promise. I won't ever hurt myself intentionally again. I'll spend my every waking moment thinking of herand being there for her. I promise."

((It's about time for RP21))

((Sorry, xan you make the next rp? I'm going to be away from my 3ds for a bit))

((I sadly cannot. My lower screen is seriously screwed up, I'm having trouble typing this rn, let's just continue here as long as we can.))

((Okay, I'll respond and then put #21 up later today))

((Number 21 is up #Rpz))