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Sumikage week, day 1: Blood

It's hard to detach yourself when there's a guy that is salivating after seeing your cutting skill

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Just another calm day in Alola for the pair of three. Just at their calm little house just them doing what ever it is they do on the normal hot days of Alola. All was fine and well!

Or atleast untill the resident bionic scientist showed up. She knew who these people were, hell she was the girlfriend to the female of the group. So there was no ill intentions with this visit.

But this did give her an excuse to enter the house in a, not so calmly,manor. And with no warning, she kicked the door open, shouting out her sudden presence

“WHATS UP FUCKERS?!” 

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An Aether scientist? Or was that an employee? Well besides that this wasn't that rare of a sight to see, Gracie had spotted a few others around the island before,but never one that looked quite like this one with that- actually, it probably wouldn't be nice to point that scar on the other’s face. She wouldn't like people pointing out her obvious, permanent, baggy eyes. So lets not do that.

Gracie wasn't one to just go up to a complete stranger and ask about their profession or occupation out of the blue. So she simply glanced back to her previous job, tinkering with her bionic right arm. Just fixing a few tweaks and lose wires that managed to wiggle their way out of place with a few spare tools she had on her at the moment.

You know, just the regular things that a cybernetic scientist does in her spare time.

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You can't expect someone to love you when they can't even love themselves.

Fudge.

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☣ [Task Seven] Lysis || OPEN ☣

Sumiko Ihara’s room is silent, and empty.

One of her notebooks lies open on her desk, a page torn out. A pen is left beside it; the last a relic of the writing of a note of assent that had been on Kaitaro’s person when Aiko beat their head in. Her bed is neatly made, her things tidy as always, and the faint scent of rose perfume still lingers in the air - a ghost of a girl who never believed in ghosts in the first place.

Everything is as she left it, save for one exception -- the laptop sitting beside the notebooks, open and waiting. As the elevator carrying the remaining students clicks to a stop, it boots up.

It’s a quick process -- straight from boot to a program, and the screen takes on a slight green tinge. Moments later, a face flickers into life -- Sumiko Ihara, digitally remastered.

...Perhaps too well, at first. Her programming quickly rectifies the mistake, wiping away the blood and wound as if it was never there. She’s supposed to be simulated in life, after all -- what’s the point of death?

The purpose of her programming is to provide closure, after all. Nobody comes for that closure for a long while, it’s true -- and her neat, tidy, unoccupied room is all the input she receives, for a time. 

Then something -- some stimulus -- rouses her. The reception of data, either from her own microphones and cameras or from someone else on the system... ones and zeroes flood her into alertness, once again, and the simulation of a voice rises in the empty room.

“Hello? Anybody, like... there?”

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☣ [Kaitaro] Oxytocin || Closed ☣

What was Kaitaro Kobayashi to her, really?

She likes them well enough -- they're intelligent, and witty, and enjoyable to be with; they'd given her the best gift she's had in years, and so she wants to keep them around, have them be happy. They're friends, she's their oneechan. A cute, playful substitute for their older sisters back home -- as far as she was aware, that was as far as it went.

Then came the trial. 

The strange tension between Kaitaro and Nana had been obvious to anybody who bothered to look for more than a second, and it had been something she'd expected; Kaitaro knew her secret, Nana got her secret, and they felt differently about it. Kyo... was another matter, altogether, and something that's been irking her; something she just hasn't quite been able to get to the bottom of, yet. Clearly, something happened, and the not knowing is slowly driving her to distraction.

More than that, there's the hair.

Kaitaro's literal ace up their sleeve -- and something they had hidden purely on the off-chance that it might have belonged to her. Even though if it had been her, it would have meant death. Even if it would have meant throwing everyone else under the bus for her sake; throwing themselves under the bus, for her sake.

It's entirely illogical, and as a creature of logic, she's troubled.

And so she finds herself outside their bedroom door as night's closing in -- they hate the dark, she knows, hate the abyssal expanse outside the vast sea-windows none of them can close. If she's going to get honest answers out of them -- if she's going to be able to be compassionate, and not interrogative -- it'll be with them sat close to her to stave off the hungry dark.

"--Hey, Kaitaro?" she calls, gentle as a shadow, pale knuckles rapping once, twice, three times on the door. "Can I come in? It's me."

And now the waiting game -- the moment of truth?

A countdown to an answer, in any case.