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A grin shines upon their face. “Thanks!” Generic, but what else is one to say to someone who compliments your name? Truth be told, Quinn wasn’t sure if that name was given to her by her parents, or by the Scientists at the facility. All she remembers is being reminded of her name nearly everyday for a few months. Even so, she liked her named, and was happy to receive it, whether it be from them or her parents. Dropping their arm back to their side, she grabbed at the ragged fabric of her trousers, pulling it at slightly, attempting to twist it round her fingers, an old habit, it would seem. “Kyrie, huh? Ky~rie~!” She sung in a playful manner. “I like your name, too!”

Upon the mention of yesterday, the smile dropped from their face, and the twisting of fabric turn into gripping it into a fist. Flashes fill her mind, the feeling of blood splattered against the walls, her clothing, her face. The remains crushed against the walls and floor, the beauty of nature smeared with the insides of men. The thought sends shivers down their spine, and the memory draws cold sweat from their skin. “Y-yeah… I.. I wish I could say I didn’t know what I was doing.” Her eyes avoided contact, she was ashamed of herself. “I forgot what it felt like to have that sort of freedom. I… feel the Earth. All around us, I feel it moving, living. To feel that so intensely… to have it just out of my reach…” Her words make her wince. “It’s not that I wanted them dead!” The corners of her eyes shine with liquid residue that brims over her lower lids. “Or.. maybe it is.”

"it doesn’t matter now, anyway. As long as we keep our distance from them, nothing like that will have to happen again." Her companion probably thought she was nothing but a murderer, a sicko, a freak. Death may have been avoidable, if they hadn’t reacted so fast, maybe. Her mind drifted in an attempt to find a new topic. "What about the others? The ones we escaped with…" Eyes reverted back to the gaze of Kyrie. "Do you think they’re ok right now? I can’t help but be worried for them."

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"Hm." And her thoughts trail off to far off places. "I should think so, yes." She says, somewhat absent-mindedly. "They both looked like they had things under control, you know? I have a feeling the girl with the blonde hair had things under control-- at least, I'd like to think she did. She kinda had those eyes, ones that tell you it's okay." And she laughs a bit, laughs airily, much like the wind that trails across the edge of valleys and circles freely through the air. "--Sorry, that must have sounded strange." It's written with a fine pen across her face; the mild tinge of embarrassment that creeps up from her own choice of wording in the form of a simple, but extended smile.

"I wonder what powers they have. I didn't get the chance to see either of them, but I think to cause an escape like that, they must be pretty cool." Her expression turns a shade of thoughtful, descending into a calm, tranquil state before before continuing. "But you know, your power is pretty awesome-- No, scratch that, it was amazing!" With one of those smiles that beam across galaxies. She suddenly becomes animated, arm movements and one of those almost -but not quite lifting off the ground- jumps. And she looks up, looks over, looks across the sky, almost as if she can see pictures--fast forwarded into a movie at the destructive--but beautiful power that sprouted like buds from her companion's mind. And she's babbling on about this and that, and the way this happened and the way they escaped through one chute and out from another. "---at was incredible! I don't think I would have been able to escape without your help. I'm really grateful." The crescendo of momentary excitement subsides and falls into the silence.

"...So, don't worry about it, alright?" It's with a sincere tone that she speaks; volumes, libraries, silently detailing the truth's within spoken word. And not a flutter of fear, nor resentment, not anything within a mile of disgust shows in physical form. "I understand. It must have been quite a rush, right? Like when you drink from one of those slushies during a hot summer's day and you end up getting that funny feeling inside your head. I think it's kinda nice, though." She stops short. "S-Sorry, I've talked a lot." Cue in a soft giggle and a small shrug.

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Upon reaching the bottom of the stairs, her companion stood there, with what seems to be food in hand. A smile donned her face, having no expectations when it comes to eating now they’ve escaped, it was certainly a nice surprise. Thanking her company, she smiled brightly, making sure the other knew it was appreciated. "I doubt this is much worse than we would have gotten." A huff like laugh followed. It was safe to say they didn’t eat like royalty within the facility, or even the same amount a middle-class person would have. It didn’t exactly taste good, either. They were given food to survive, and that was it. “Got any butter?” She chuckled.

Taking the bread roll, the warmth of another touched the cold of their fingers. Clearly embarrassed, Quinn looked downward to see that inside of grabbing the bread, she’d grabbed a hold of the hand holding it. Quickly releasing them from her grasps, she pulled the bread away and pulled it towards her face, taking a massive bite. A mistake, due to its hard and dry nature, it would take awhile for her to chew the entirety of the piece within her mouth. Wanting to apologize and now unable, they rolled their eyes at themselves and sighed heavily into the barely chewed bread. But that could clearly be seen as rude and unappreciative for the food, Quinn shoved the rest of the bread into her mouth, holding it there, to wave their hands in a frantic manner, a sorry, of sorts.

Swearing to herself, her head dropped as she took a hold of her bread once again, now soggy and half nibbled at a certain part. Though it was hers, she couldn’t help but be a tad put off. In fear that it could also put off the other from their bread, she held it to her side, hopefully out of direct sight. Chewing on the bread within her mouth became tiresome, so upon reaching a certain point she swallowed the rest whole. It left her feeling ingested, but that was better than standing around for 10 minutes chewing.

A gentle cough escaped, wiping her mouth quickly to try and hide it, she spoke. “So, uh, I guess I better introduce myself.” When they met, it was while running for their lives, avoiding being shot and killed by those that held them captive. And that, Quinn had massacred several guards, or soldier, she didn’t know which. “My name’s Quinn.” A hand was extended in the form of a handshake, with a warm grin upon her face. “It’s nice to meet you.”

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A contagious blush caught the pools of her cheeks, dying them in a light shade of scarlet at the unaccounted hand touch. Simply said, she almost stunned, unable to process it, almost as if it were a foreign movement in a different language entirely. She tries not to think too hard about it and instead, lengthens her smile into something more gentle--taking it as a sign of gratitude as she lets her hand fall back to side.

Unfortunately, the bread is somewhat tough and hard at the edges, a clear sign that it's been left out all night and while the food back at the compound wasn't anything to shout about, the first taste of freedom was rather...disappointing. Then again, these were the first steps in an adventure, or rather, a journey to be taken. It could only be left up to the boundaries of imagination as to what path would be chosen, it was all part of the magic, and the magic is what intrigued her the most. Regardless, she, alongside her companion resumed eating the rest of the bread roll in a quiet manner and a distant look in the depths of her eyes--drawn on by the little quirks displayed by the woman. Somehow or other, deep down, it makes her happy.

Brought back to reality by the sound of the other's cough, she looks up, blinking rapidly once. --Right, introductions. Somewhere along the chain of events, heightened adrenaline and everything else that came with escaping a top-secret facility, names and origins had fallen directly into the back-burner.

She takes the outstretched hand, shaking it lightly before releasing Quinn's hand. "That's a lovely name." She comments, immediately remembering that forgetting to introduce yourself is somewhat frowned on and her lack of social etiquette is highly visible right now. Her expression turns a shade of flustered before trying to recompose herself. "My name is Kyrie. It's nice to meet you too." Oddly, she did not retract or hide herself in the shade of Quinn, it was almost as if that which had taken place not so long ago had failed to phase her entirely. "--Things got.. extreme yesterday, huh?"

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Listening contently to a currently uncommon voice, a strange difference to her each morning where she’d be greeted by a male Scientist or the like. Watching as the other approached the window, played with the curtain. When the smile dons her face, a small blush brandished their own, shuffling in their position from embarrassment. Shaking it off, she replied. ”That settles it!” Jumping from the bed in an energetic manner with a large grin on their face, Quinn strode off to the bathroom. “Meet you in the car park in 5, k?” A pseudo wave followed with a small chuckle to it’s irrelevance.

Upon reaching the bathroom, she closed the door behind and pressed her back hard against the wood. “You better be there…”

5 minutes had passed, they thought. Hurrying to tidy up the mess that had been made. Rummaging through draws, she found a sticky-notepad and a pen, quickly jotting down that she’s sorry and everything needs to be cleaned. A cheeky smiley face was drawn near the bottom. Upon doing so, she placed it on the bedside drawer and jogged towards the door, shutting it behind them. The smell of burning was apparent. For a building of its size, it wouldn’t be surprising if the fire was still active, being so hard for firefighting teams to extinguish in just one night. The layers of ash were thick, making her feel uneasy whenever thinking of touching anything.

Quinn began walking towards the stairs that headed down towards the car park. ( Act calm, be cool. ) Hands were shaking and knees weak. For all she knew, they’d already captured her companion and they were waiting for her just down these steps. Swallowing back her paranoia, she reached the bottom.

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She quickly moves through the motions, dashing her head briefly under the stream of running water. The water itself is somewhat cold, and she wishes it was warmer against the frigidity that curls against the small of her back--alas, that is a luxury that cannot be acquired. Messily, she ties her now damp hair back into the form of a plait before reassembling her clothes and once again, quietly remarking on the new-found tears and creases that dot the fabric like a new pattern. If they were truly to be on the run, then preparation was necessary. Neither of them could run out like this.

On the split of a second, she looks into the misted bathroom mirror, internally reviews the world around her once more, inhaling it fully before nodding once in a semi vote of self-confidence to continue running down this path before dashing out to the rendezvous point. On the way down, she noted the partially kept, and somewhat discarded breakfast table ( or perhaps it was even dinner from last night. ) Approaching the table in question, she gathers a few bread rolls and other stray condiments in a rush before exiting out to the parking lot.

The dawning sunlight hits her eyes a little harsher, a little unkind than it did indoors--a river of oranges and scarlets splashed with a frayed paintbrush across the horizon; so much so, that she requires a second to adjust her eyesight, the free hand shielding against the vibrant rays. And she wonders why it's a little angrier than the pictures embedded within the confines of memory--eventually remembering, ah, it's been years since she's stepped outside and the world presses forward in great and powerful strides.

Footsteps break the trance she temporarily beheld and naturally, as one would do, her sight falls to the source. On motion, a smile forms at the remnants of a discarded frown. "You made it!" Almost hummed, before extending out a hand that beheld one of the bread rolls she had stolen earlier. "--You must be hungry. Here, take this. I-I know it's not ideal, but we'll find something better soon, hopefully."

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Knees were pressed against their chest, hands touching one another as nails are picked at and skin scratched. Quinn couldn’t sleep, each moment they shut their eyes flashes of people dropping dead by gunshots of those who were supposed to be guarding them, and presumably, capturing them alive. A pillow supported her back, sitting against the backboard of a bed. The two companions had snuck into a motel, using Quinn’s abilities to break the lock on the door and rest there for the night. The sheets of the bed kicked onto the floor, the scraggy clothing that donned her body frail and a mess, grating at her mind. ( I need to get out of these clothes… )

A sigh passed her lips, looking out of the small window passed the adjoined bed, seeing nothing but a brick wall and the slightest bit of leaves from the trees beyond. Having come from a rural place, building such as this didn’t exist, and a brick wall that hide trees from sight would never belong there. This place was terrible. Eyes moving towards the sleeping woman, she sighed again, remember the other two they had escaped with, and wondering where they are now.

Movement came from the woman, causing Quinn’s head to return to its normal position, eyes looking back at her hands. She didn’t want that other to think she was starting at her sleeping, that would be awkward. Pretending not to know she was waking, or awake, she acted somewhat surprised at the voice breaking the silence.

Turning to reply, she spoke with as much confidence as she could muster in this situation. “Yeah, I doubt we’re hard to track. Probably got a tracking device shoved in our heads!” A laugh, hopefully convincing. “Before we go, I’m gonna make use of this room and grab a shower. Then, maybe we could shoplift some clothes? I doubt we can avoid detection and capture wearing what we left in.”

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"Y-Yeah, you're probably right." She replied, in that still heightened tone from a mixture of uncertainty--and purely from just the unknown; so it can't be helped when her words fumble. Positioning herself upwards, she rose up from the temporary confines of the bed, the cold of day finally seeping into her skin and sending a stray shiver down the spine of her back. She walks a few steps, light and somewhat uneven; her body is still recovering from the shock of yesterday.

With cautious steps, she moves towards the window, draws back a single finger behind the cheap fabric that adorns the curtain and then continues to peer at the outside world. It's still early, everything's silent and there's a fresh layer or something much like snow against the ground. Yet it is a substance much unlike the cold, tranquil drift of snow. This ash was made by a fire, a lingering remnant from the final explosion that decimated the building that once kept them both. She wonders, if they're captured, where would they go next.

"There should be a few clothing stores near here. If we go out before they start to open, then we should be able to at least go in and out unnoticed." Temporarily, Kyrie looks down at her own roughed up clothes that have shown the motions of their escape before tilting her head and brandishing something of a small, unfortunate smile towards her companion. ( this had all happened so fast. It was hard to think that only yesterday she was still locked up within the compound, living life as she'd only known it. )

"But sure, I'll probably do the same." She furthers, quietly; shutting the curtain out from the world and twisting her body back to the girl with her knees hunched up. Fingers then thread the base of her hair--know somewhat messy without a brush to contain it--into a small plait that descends across the side of her shoulder. "There's a communal bathroom down the hallway, I don't think anyone's up just yet. Shall we meet in five minutes then?"

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She uncurls, light seeping into eyes full of sleep as the break of dawn surges up from the landscape--the sun in all it's glory bestowing light to a new world, a world that would soon be changed in so many different ways. And she has to take a moment, to recollect, to think about the situation--and her mind travels back, rewinds like a cassette tape to the events of yesterday.

And it happened fast, faster than the blink of an eye--and automatically her vision pans to the new-found companion located just a few inches away in proximity. Thought is processed, archived, like the mind is a miniature library full of wonder and amazement, and the details of a journey must be recorded somewhere within these infinite volumes with the finest ink ever used.

But one must fall back to reality sooner, than later. For the hour draws near, and they are not truly free from the fate that closely traipses by on eager steps--ready to claim what they believe is theirs. And how wrong they are to think this, with their closed minds and sharp tools, ever keen to push boundaries in the pursuit of violence.

With a quiet voice, courage is summoned in audible form, yet her tone betrays true intention and it's almost squeaked out rather than said in something authentic. "U-Um. We-- We should probably go. They'll be here soon."

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WORLDBUILDING: NOBILITY

The nobility are have said to be the first people that walked amongst Kaira Luna, having descended from the very stars. But in this current day and age, they are more revered as scions of strength and guidance rather than political figures--of which those political tasks fall to the governments that rule the cities. The nobles role in society is a pivotal one, they stand from a high position so that they can watch as the world around them changes in preparation for the fabled destruction and then act accordingly.

A king and queen are in every city, known as the 'leaders' of the small group of nobles. They once gathered in number within Eylia, but over time as the city expanded they sought expansion. Those of the first kind are becoming short in number. However, they remain popular amongst the people and are actively kept part in the local culture--the world is afraid to lose their roots to the earth, especially in these trying times.

The nobles in question act as more of a tribe, a clan, rather than fabled royalty from storybooks--yet they hold the same appearance but with a modern twist to suit this ever changing world. Once someone is exiled, though they may hold blood of the first kind, they are presumed to no longer be part of them. It is only by grave mistakes that these actions are taken, as the loss of one, is a loss great. There is no known way for one to reclaim their position in nobility, at least, none have been noted thus far. Those who are exiled are subjected to roaming without any aid from family or friends. They are completely and helplessly alone--thus is their punishment. Rumours have flown in about one noble girl that caused a wide-spread catastrophe in the heart of the city, however, these concerns have been declined as said child was unheard of to their ears. (exiled people are often referred to as 'dead' people)

The first kind in question are very attuned to the earth and thus knew about the heavenly place hidden within the very confines of the earth. They, of course, were the first ones to pass down this legend. It's said they hold the key, but when questioned, nothing of value has come of it. It has also been noted that the nobility also display various, strange powers that aren't often seen en-masse.

When one needs guidance, it isn't uncommon for them to be sought out. Though it would be a lower member of the clan. Unfortunately in the more recent times, the king and queen have become rather withdrawn from their subjects. Straying from the luminous limelight of the people and preferring to stay indoors rather than out. This began a certain eighteen years ago, and haven't changed since. Public audiences are declined, and the chain of command of immediate concern falls onto the people below them. It is not known when this will change.

#&; worldbuilding