this takes place about 2 weeks after the last one, give or take.
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- Subject appears to suffering a possible mental break down after dealing with a large number of Devouring Earth over a short period of time, break down is believed to be a side effect of propaganda during her time in Praetoria. The full extent of her trauma is as of yet unknown, but she is shunning all offers of help from her fellow heroes. We will continue observations.
-C.
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Legendary base
Atlas Park
Seraph entered the base and sighed; Laz had called him up and got him out of bed for something important… something she refused to mention over the phone… which was never a good sign.
As he walked down from the entry way he saw her lent up against the reception desk. Heading over he rolled his shoulders and grumbled. “What’s so important that you had to drag me in at...” he checked his watch. “Eight in the morning?”
Taking a breath Laz got to the point. “It’s about Neph dad.”
“What dose she want?” he asked, only just keeping his voice level. He didn’t hate Neph, but he had a hard time bringing him self to trust the girl. She seemed to have gone out of her way to avoid him and Tish so he done his best to return the favour… it seemed to work, till now.
Laz looked around. “She needs…” she paused and bit her lip. “She didn’t want me to ask… but right now she needs some family for support.”
A slight look of confusion pasted over his face. “Family?”
“She… you know how she’s from Praetoria, right? And the Devouring Earth phobia they have?” he nodded as she continued. “She was in Eden today and… I think she’s had some sort of break down.”
“Is she okay?”
“She locked her self in the decontamination chamber for an hour, then went and ripped out every single plant from her apartment…” She bit her lip. “I was hoping you could help her.”
“Why me?”
“Because you once helped a half insane combat cyborg and a feral Frankenstein’s monster… so why not one more time?”
He tried to think of a good reason to say no, she had tried to kill him while in a berserker rage and almost tricked him in to thinking she was a victim, but comaperd to what Gir and Laz had once been like...
“Okay… I’ll try my best.”
Laz leapt up and hugged him. “Thanks dad.”
As she let go Seraph mad his way to the apartment block, Laz following behind him. As he knocked on the door he was surprised as it slowly swung in.
Looking over his shoulder, Laz shrugged as he stepped in and called out. “Hello, anyone home?”
There was a rustle from inside as a light clicked on, sitting on the couch was Nephilim in a simple sweat shirt and some boxers. Looking up she glared at Seraph, then Laz. “Why did you bring him here?” she growled.
Laz walked over. “Because you need some one to talk to and he’s a good listener.”
Grumbling Neph turned her back to them. “Fine then, let have a big family talk.” She didn’t bother to hide the pain in her voice. “We’ll have a big family talk about how I was reduced to a gibbering idiot out of fear, fear of something that seems absolutely normal to you.”
Seraph blinked. “What do you mean “normal”?”
Neph looked at her feet. “Why do you care?” she whispered. “You would just laugh like the others.”
Leaning on the back of the couch, he got a good look at her face, how pale it was, the dark rings under her eyes suggesting lack of sleep, he couldn’t help but notice her features, Tish’s nose, his eyes… it was some what surreal. “You… want to talk about it? I promise, I won’t laugh.”
She looked to him, then Laz. “Fine then… but I don’t see what good it will do.”
She slowly explained how her time in Praetoria had some how instilled a near primal fear in her towards Devouring Earth, that and seeing several recordings from solders in the field, massacres, mutations…
Then having to go against them, fighting them in Eden, the Hive and finally facing Hamidon it’s self…
She shuddered. “You joke about them as if it was nothing, treat them like vermin… I… I can’t even begin to understand that…. I saw a world ravaged by them… you have a portion of the city consumed…” her shoulders slumped. “How can you stand it?”
Seraph sat next to her and placed a hand on her shoulder. “No one said that life was easy or that it had to make sense.”
She slowly started to shake, a muffled sob escaping her lips. “How do you people deal with it?”
Laz sat on her other side. “Friends and family help.”
“As if I have any of those.” Neph’s voice was slightly bitter.
Laz looked over her shoulder at Seraph, an odd look in her eyes
“Well… you know Neph... technically you have family…” he started.
She slowly looked up. “What dose that mean?”
“Well… Laz has pretty much claimed you as a sister and genetically speaking I’m your dad… so if you ever need some one to talk to or that-” he was cut off as Neph wrapped her arms around him and started to sob.
He returned the hug. “It’s okay… it’s okay”
- - -
Eventually Neph had cried her self to sleep, with Laz’s help Seraph had put her to bed before heading back to the kitchenette, all the time he could feel his eldest daughter’s eyes on his back.
“Okay Laz, I have a good idea what you plan to ask, so spit it out already.” He sighed, getting a glass of water.
“Okay then… will you adopt her?”
“No.” he raised a finger to silence Laz. “No, because I don’t know her well enough.”
“But… what if you do get to know her?” there was a slight trace of hope in her voice.
She had a point, if he did get to know her… would he give her the same chance he gave Laz and Gir?
He, and most likely Laz, already knew the answer.
Taking a sip of the water he closed his eyes. “If she wants it… and is willing to put up with us…”
Laz smiled and gave him a hug. “You’re always got to play the hero dad, swooping in to save damsels in distress.”
“Yeah yeah.” He grumbled. “Just don’t tell anyone, okay?”
“Thanks dad.” She gave him another squeeze.
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-Subject is interacting with Dark Seraphim, there is a probability of her reveling your connections to Crey. Should she be terminated?
-C
-Negative, subject would not risk what little ground she has gained with them, observe and record, that is all.
- Director M
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- Subject appears to suffering a possible mental break down after dealing with a large number of Devouring Earth over a short period of time, break down is believed to be a side effect of propaganda during her time in Praetoria. The full extent of her trauma is as of yet unknown, but she is shunning all offers of help from her fellow heroes. We will continue observations.
-C.
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Legendary base
Atlas Park
Seraph entered the base and sighed; Laz had called him up and got him out of bed for something important… something she refused to mention over the phone… which was never a good sign.
As he walked down from the entry way he saw her lent up against the reception desk. Heading over he rolled his shoulders and grumbled. “What’s so important that you had to drag me in at...” he checked his watch. “Eight in the morning?”
Taking a breath Laz got to the point. “It’s about Neph dad.”
“What dose she want?” he asked, only just keeping his voice level. He didn’t hate Neph, but he had a hard time bringing him self to trust the girl. She seemed to have gone out of her way to avoid him and Tish so he done his best to return the favour… it seemed to work, till now.
Laz looked around. “She needs…” she paused and bit her lip. “She didn’t want me to ask… but right now she needs some family for support.”
A slight look of confusion pasted over his face. “Family?”
“She… you know how she’s from Praetoria, right? And the Devouring Earth phobia they have?” he nodded as she continued. “She was in Eden today and… I think she’s had some sort of break down.”
“Is she okay?”
“She locked her self in the decontamination chamber for an hour, then went and ripped out every single plant from her apartment…” She bit her lip. “I was hoping you could help her.”
“Why me?”
“Because you once helped a half insane combat cyborg and a feral Frankenstein’s monster… so why not one more time?”
He tried to think of a good reason to say no, she had tried to kill him while in a berserker rage and almost tricked him in to thinking she was a victim, but comaperd to what Gir and Laz had once been like...
“Okay… I’ll try my best.”
Laz leapt up and hugged him. “Thanks dad.”
As she let go Seraph mad his way to the apartment block, Laz following behind him. As he knocked on the door he was surprised as it slowly swung in.
Looking over his shoulder, Laz shrugged as he stepped in and called out. “Hello, anyone home?”
There was a rustle from inside as a light clicked on, sitting on the couch was Nephilim in a simple sweat shirt and some boxers. Looking up she glared at Seraph, then Laz. “Why did you bring him here?” she growled.
Laz walked over. “Because you need some one to talk to and he’s a good listener.”
Grumbling Neph turned her back to them. “Fine then, let have a big family talk.” She didn’t bother to hide the pain in her voice. “We’ll have a big family talk about how I was reduced to a gibbering idiot out of fear, fear of something that seems absolutely normal to you.”
Seraph blinked. “What do you mean “normal”?”
Neph looked at her feet. “Why do you care?” she whispered. “You would just laugh like the others.”
Leaning on the back of the couch, he got a good look at her face, how pale it was, the dark rings under her eyes suggesting lack of sleep, he couldn’t help but notice her features, Tish’s nose, his eyes… it was some what surreal. “You… want to talk about it? I promise, I won’t laugh.”
She looked to him, then Laz. “Fine then… but I don’t see what good it will do.”
She slowly explained how her time in Praetoria had some how instilled a near primal fear in her towards Devouring Earth, that and seeing several recordings from solders in the field, massacres, mutations…
Then having to go against them, fighting them in Eden, the Hive and finally facing Hamidon it’s self…
She shuddered. “You joke about them as if it was nothing, treat them like vermin… I… I can’t even begin to understand that…. I saw a world ravaged by them… you have a portion of the city consumed…” her shoulders slumped. “How can you stand it?”
Seraph sat next to her and placed a hand on her shoulder. “No one said that life was easy or that it had to make sense.”
She slowly started to shake, a muffled sob escaping her lips. “How do you people deal with it?”
Laz sat on her other side. “Friends and family help.”
“As if I have any of those.” Neph’s voice was slightly bitter.
Laz looked over her shoulder at Seraph, an odd look in her eyes
“Well… you know Neph... technically you have family…” he started.
She slowly looked up. “What dose that mean?”
“Well… Laz has pretty much claimed you as a sister and genetically speaking I’m your dad… so if you ever need some one to talk to or that-” he was cut off as Neph wrapped her arms around him and started to sob.
He returned the hug. “It’s okay… it’s okay”
- - -
Eventually Neph had cried her self to sleep, with Laz’s help Seraph had put her to bed before heading back to the kitchenette, all the time he could feel his eldest daughter’s eyes on his back.
“Okay Laz, I have a good idea what you plan to ask, so spit it out already.” He sighed, getting a glass of water.
“Okay then… will you adopt her?”
“No.” he raised a finger to silence Laz. “No, because I don’t know her well enough.”
“But… what if you do get to know her?” there was a slight trace of hope in her voice.
She had a point, if he did get to know her… would he give her the same chance he gave Laz and Gir?
He, and most likely Laz, already knew the answer.
Taking a sip of the water he closed his eyes. “If she wants it… and is willing to put up with us…”
Laz smiled and gave him a hug. “You’re always got to play the hero dad, swooping in to save damsels in distress.”
“Yeah yeah.” He grumbled. “Just don’t tell anyone, okay?”
“Thanks dad.” She gave him another squeeze.
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-Subject is interacting with Dark Seraphim, there is a probability of her reveling your connections to Crey. Should she be terminated?
-C
-Negative, subject would not risk what little ground she has gained with them, observe and record, that is all.
- Director M