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[pencilpremonition]

[Today, Becca is Doing Things. She's out being a player, approaching any unattached weapons to offer to be their player. She's going to her classes. Or possibly she's just sitting around somewhere drawing in her notebook with an air of 'come talk to me' about her. Or perhaps you have a better idea for how to get her talking to your character. Just come bother her.]

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[savedbyasong]

Well... I'm not sure what other worlds are like. But No. 6 was... suposed to be a perfect city. It wasn't. But... [His thoughts of No. 6 were all muddled, there was the city he had grown up in, though memories of before he was twelve were blurred, an effect of this place. Memories of Lost Town, beautiful despite the hardship. Hardship that held nothing to West Town.

Then there was the correctional facility, the city he grew up in, home to murderers. People who would wipe out whole towns and villages, lines of brains, guns and blood...]

It's a city of murder, it looks beautiful but under the surface... It is rotten and corrupt... A... a lot of bad happened there, because of No. 6... [But Nezumi had said it wasn't his fault, not the peoples fault. Shion wasn't sure though.]

[pencilpremonition]

[She listened quietly, watching Shion's face as she spoke. This beautiful, happy, innocent boy was bearing so much pain just beneath the surface...and she'd never known. She'd told him all of her pain, but never once stopped to think that he might be bearing just as much, hidden under those smiles. Tears welled in her eyes, but she smiled softly.]

I...never knew you were anything more than a happy boy with a beautiful smile...

[savedbyasong]

[Shion smiled and shook his head] As I say, I'm a bit of an airhead. But I'm learning about the real world, slowly.

[pencilpremonition]

Well, you're my airhead.

[savedbyasong]

[A tiny smile to that] I don't want to be an airhead, I want to learn... Just learning is sometimes painful

[pencilpremonition]

I'll be here for you. The whole way.

[savedbyasong]

Thank you... [A tiny smile and he went back to putting washing in the machine.]