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Thread: Visionary Cycles (Atroxa & Azecreth)

Kaidan was getting worried now, the panick on her face growing more and more obvious. Whatever the Beacon had done, it had spooked her. Fortunately, he didn't need to try and struggle for an answer as the requested man's voice cut clean through the hubbub of the med bay as Chakwas tried to placate Sheppard. I'm right here Commander, said Anderson as he stepped into the room, coming to a stop near the examination table. He turned to Chakwas first. How's she doing? Chakwas directed her attention to Anderson while keeping an eye on Roxanne. We detected some unusual brainwave activity that seemed to indicate heavy dreaming, but other than that and the usual cuts and bruises, she's doing well. Anderson nodded. Good. Now, I'd like to talk to the Commander. Privately. Kaidan nodded and saluted, turning to Roxanne. I'll be in the mess if you want to talk alter, he said, before turning to leave. Chakwas followed after, leaving the two of hem alone in med bay so they could talk. Well Sheppard, we have quite a situation here. The Geth on Eden Prime, the Beacon destroyed, Nihilus dead. The Council is going to want answers for this. He didn't sound harsh, more matter of fact, aware that she had just woken up and trying to not exacerbate things further.
Thread: Visionary Cycles (Atroxa & Azecreth)

Roxanne looked over at the sound of Anderson's deep, soothing voice, seeming to calm down a little. She didn't know why, but she was glad to see him, very glad. She liked Anderson just fine, but they had a fairly professional relationship. This time though, she felt a swell of sentimental affection when she saw him, like she had missed him. She'd only seen him a little while ago, but it felt like she had been worried she would never see him again, as if something had happened to him. She was quiet as they discussed her like she wasn't there, trying to decide how to tell him about what she had seen. Then it was just the two of them and Roxanne heaved a rough sigh, still feeling exhasuted. And she still felt the overwhelming sensation of deja vu, as if this had all happened before. Not a dream... she told him, It wasn't a dream, she corrected from when Chakwas had been talking about her brain waves. The beacon gave me a vision, I saw... she paused, trying to think of how to describe it, I saw visions. I don't understand them completely but... something is going to happen. I saw destruction and fear and death. The beacon is a warning from the Protheans. She shook her head and sighed, I sound crazy... I feel crazy... She felt disoriented, wrong. She couldn't describe it. I didn't do anything though, She frowned, I didn't call the geth there, I didn't blow up the beacon, and I certainly didn't kill Nihlus.
Thread: Visionary Cycles (Atroxa & Azecreth)

Anderson listened silently, calmly, as Sheppard spoke, expanding on what Chakwas had meant, that it wasn't just a dream she had seen, but some kind of vision. Some kind of warning from the Protheans about something that he certainly couldn't understand, given that he hadn't been the one to see it. Still, this was Sheppard, and he was willing to give he the benefit of the doubt. He shook his head. I don't think you're crazy. We still don't understand the kinds of things the Protheans were capable of, so what you say you saw isn't impossible. I would suggest we keep this to ourselves for now though, until you have a better idea of what it was the Beacon showed you. He held back a sigh, not aimed at her but rather at the Citadel Council, head dipping in a nod with arms at his sides. I know Shepard, but they're looking for a scapegoat, and they don't have all the facts yet either. Which is why we're back at the Citadel. They want to talk to me about what happened, and I'm bringing you with to fill them in on what you saw. He hated bureaucracy as much as the next military officer, but sadly they couldn't ignore it.
Thread: Visionary Cycles (Atroxa & Azecreth)

Roxanne shook her head, sighing as he told her to just keep her 'visions' to herself. She'd known he would say that somehow. She sighed again though when he spoke of the Council, that they'd see her as a scapegoat for this whole fiasco. Politicians, they'd do anything to save their own hide, they'd throw anyone under the bus in an instant if it meant they didn't have to take the blame for something. The commander rubbed between her eyes, her head ache was starting to back off, but not quickly enough in her opinion. Yeah... alright, I'll meet you at the Citadel Tower then, She told him, sliding off the table, a little more carefully this time since she still wasn't feeling quite steady. She looked at Anderson, frowning for a moment, and she had the same sensation as she had before when she'd looked at Kaidan. Like there was something she was trying to remember. She could feel something, sitting just under the surface of her thoughts, like when you forgot what you were going to say just before you said it, but couldn't recall it to save your life. She gave up and shook her head, Maybe I should get my head scanned or something, no telling what that stupid beacon did to my brain... Roxanne muttered. I'll see you on the Citadel, and she left, wanting to take a shower before they docked. She had gone up to the bridge after her shower, standing beside Joker as they approached. It had been standing there, still awash in the sensation of deja vu, that she'd seen the Citadel. Staring at it, she could shake the feeling that there was something about it, something that was important, besides the obvious of course. Roxanne frowned, growing tired of this sensation, and walked away as they docked. She was joined by Kaidan, and their newest acquisition, Chief Ashley Williams. Like everyone else, Roxanne felt like there was something sitting just under the surface of her mind, something she needed to remember, but she couldn't recall it. They left the Normandy, leaving her in Pressley's hands, and after a pit stop at Udina's office to let the Ambassador gripe and bitch about the whole mess like it was some how Shepard's fault, they headed to the Council Tower for the meeting. Stepping off the elevator, Roxanne somehow knew the layout of the place, even though she had never been here before, and walked up the steps feeling agitated. She saw two turians ahead arguing, one of whom looked very familiar...
Thread: Visionary Cycles (Atroxa & Azecreth)

Anderson watched Sheppard with a calm expression, though his face was tinted with a bit of concern. They still had no idea what the beacon had done, much less what side effects would arise. To be honest, it was a testament to her strength that she was moving about right now, so soon after being knocked unconscious for fifteen hours. It wasn't something many people could match, at least among humans. But he knew Sheppard enough to know that she didn't lack for grit or determination. Chakwas did that already, but I won't blame you if you'd prefer a second opinion, he replied, stepping back to give her a clear path. He curtly nodded. I'll see you on the Citadel then. Meet me at Ambassador Udina's office first. He needs to come with us. Once Sheppard left, he did as well, to fill out reports and all the other affairs that post mission duties required. More bureaucracy, though this was more aimed at making sure his people were safe from reprisal over what had occurred on Eden Prime. He himself knew they did the best they could, but again, politicians. To the Citadel then, past the Destiny Ascension and the guards, past Udina's office where the Earth Ambassador expressed his....dissatisfaction with the Council, Earth's government, and the crew of the Normandy in general for all the difficulty they were putting him through. Still, it was easy to see the problems he was having with the botched Eden Prime mission, given that they walked in with him having an argument with the Council. From there they moved to the Council Tower for a meeting with said Council to make their case. before they could get there though they found two turians having an interesting conversation, one in the regulation blue armor of C-Sec with blue paint underlining his eyes, to the bridge of his nose, and then at the base of his mandibles, while the other wore the official uniform of an Executor, blue with white highlights and red lines, his own face paint white and covering his forehead, running along his top ridge to the back of his head and along his lowest ridges, more running down past his teeth to the base of his chin. Saren's hiding something. Give me more time. Stall them, said the C-Sec officer, Garrus. Agitation played across his face, this evidently an important topic for him. Stall the Council? Pallin shook his head, disapproval and disbelief a counterpoint to Garrus's energy. Don't be ridiculous. Your investigation is over Garrus. His arm swept to the side, to indicate this conversation was over as he turned and left, leaving Garrus there, shaking his head and mandibles flickering in agitation. Conceding defeat for the moment, he turned to go, eyes falling upon Sheppard and those he was traveling with. He stepped forward, giving a small bow as he introduced himself. Commander Sheppard? Garrus Vakarian. I was the officer in charge of the C-Sec investigation into Saren. Former investigation anyway, a decision that didn't sit too well with him in spite of the wishes of the Executor.
Thread: Behind Red Eyes (Yuna & Akaichou's 1x1)

Perched on a high branch , the vampire yawned as he drummed his fingers against the cold bark. Phillippe Chevalier didn't mind being outdoors hell he didn't mind taking the occasional stroll through the city either. When there was no one around of course. Running a hand through his shoulderlength dirty blonde hair, red eyes scanned the village. With how high up he was he had a clear view. Something was up people were running around, things being shouted. Thank everything for having enhanced hearing being a vampire definitely had it's perks. Tall, having the stereotypical pale skin and unnatural eyes he was definitely a lot more lithe and muscular than most vampires around the village. He also had an accent being a native Frenchman also did that. As being one of the few purebloods around most of the other vamps didn't mess with him. As for him, unlike some of his bretheren he actually didn't mind humans. Many good things came from humanity along with many bad things but of course, he was also one of the vampires who agreed that vampires were not exactly innocent either. They had just as much blood on their hands, if not more. The Chevaliers preferred not to start or instigate things they had been around for quite a long time and even he didn't know the actual time. He was an only child so he was doted on considerably by his parents but luckily they adopted the family's attitude instead of the common arrogant and snobbish traits that vampires were supposedly known for. He rolled his eyes. He wondered, in a slightly dark humorous way, just how many people would turn on their precious priest and law enforcers once they discovered that the majority of things spoken about his kind were straight up BS. Mon dieu...now what are zey doing? Running ahround like chickens with zhere heads cut off. he grumbled to himself. The fair-skinned vampire was clad in jeans, combat boots and a grey shirt with a black trenchcoat covering it. Jumping down from branch to branch with little effort he stopped when he was about 10 feet from the ground. Something was going to happen. He knew it. And whatever it was probably wasn't going to end well.
Thread: Behind Red Eyes (Yuna & Akaichou's 1x1)

His ears picked up on the sound of shoes against the ground and he looked down. There was a girl leaning against the tree that he happened to be occupying. Leaning back so he was hidden by branches and leave he studied her he could hear her rapid heartbeat and hear the ragged breathing. The vampire was confused and intrigued why was she out here, alone at that, in the supposed place of monsters? Better question, what exactly was she running from? He could smell sweat, sense her fear, it was all very confusing. An eyebrow rose as he could see she was clutching something close to her, saw a flash of metal. So it was a weapon probably a gun or a knife. That made things interesting. He watched as she straightened and looked towards another route deeper into the forest. He knew Rouen wasn't exactly paradise but he was intrigued as to why she was suddenly leaving. Could it have something to do with the frantic people curently running around in the village? Phillippe wondered briefly if he should reveal himself before deciding against it it might startle her more and if he remained in the shadows he could see into the matter further. So he decided to follow her leaping silently from branch to branch, moving as she moved.
Thread: Behind Red Eyes (Yuna & Akaichou's 1x1)

Sakura Takesho A mix of sorrow and anger flooded Sakura as she continued to take step after step, forcing herself to continue to leave Rouen as she advanced. It pained her and equally frustrated Sakura. That had been her home! And while it wasn't perfect by any means, it had been a place she had been starting over in. And now, she had to find someplace else. All because the other citizens had gotten stupid and thought she was a vampire herself. Would it even be so bad if the answer was yes? Her mind pondered on it for a bit as she continued her trek, finding herself becoming amused and intrigued at the thought. For years, the mere thought and existence of vampires was deemed a myth by most humans. Sakura, however, had done her research and noted that Vlad's body had seemed to up and vanish from the grave that had been made for him. Really, how did anyone explain that one? There had to be some sort of explanation. The more she'd read up on vampires, the more realistic it seemed for them to possibly exist. Besides, was it really any different than the belief in God? Not really in her mind. Vampires were - for now at least - akin to any deity they lacked evidence to prove they existed. Perhaps, however, the real and better question was if they did manage to coexist with humans .. would this be a good or bad thing? Her mind instantly jumped to the latter. But her head shook no as she tried to convince herself there was always two sides to every coin. That being said, maybe there were some decent vampires? Sure it sounded hilarious, so much that she nearly laughed aloud. But she restrained herself, not feeling as if she wanted to make herself sound insane. As much as Sakura disliked it, she needed a map. And there was only one way she could think of doing so. Pulling her phone out from her pocket, she flipped it open and began using the internet to pull up a map specifically of France. Thankfully, her memory had been correct. Northwest was indeed the correct way to go. She'd need to find a boat or ferry eventually but otherwise, she could get to England once Sakura arrived at a more proper destination. Her legs, however, felt .. differently. They began to shake and burn, making her want to stop and rest. Her head shook quickly in annoyance. Not fucking yet. She hissed to herself, pushing herself onward.
Thread: Behind Red Eyes (Yuna & Akaichou's 1x1)

Hidden in the branches, the vampire continued to follow the girl. He figured that eventually, he would figure out where she was going. Red eyes picked up on the light coming from the LCD screen of her phone and he moved his head to try and focus on it. But the words weren't big enough for him to read. She was definitely heading somewhere though but her steps were getting slower. He didn't smell any blood or sickness so it must just be fatigue. Which meant she had been running for awhile. He decided to head back towards the town for a few minutes, at least long enough and close enough to remain unseen and still hear what people were saying. Phillippe was fast enough to catch up to her anyway his inhuman speed made it possible. With one last look he went the opposite direction, back towards the town via the trees. When he was close enough and hidden behind a group of trees, he could hear frantic cries of Where is she?! and Drive her out, get her out of here!. Men grumbled and women were frantic, an older man of which he would assume was the leader of the town was trying to reassure people. Rest assured, she is gone. The vampire will not step foot here again. The vampire just stared at the man, wondering if he had misheard him. Vampire? These idiots thought she was a vampire? Phillippe was sure she wasn't she didn't move, smell or act like one so something must have happened to set them off. But what? She is no daughter of mine not anymore. She was always an abomination. a burly man shouted, with a tall, thin and meek-looking woman beside him. Red eyes narrowed in contempt at the man. Daughter? He helped run out his own child based on a ridiculous idea? He almost growled but knew if he did he would give his position away so he remained silent. Well, this would explain why she had been running. If this had happened to him, he would be running too. No use in staying in a place that clearly didn't you anymore. Speaking of which, he should probably get back to her. Making his way back through the trees his mind was plagued with questions. What had happened to set them off? What proof did they have? And the most important question Why did he care?
Thread: Behind Red Eyes (Yuna & Akaichou's 1x1)

Sakura Takesho As much as it stung her pride to stop, Sakura could feel it would be worse to keep walking like this. An irked scoff passed her lips as she collapsed once again, resting against a different tree. After studying the map for a few more moments, she closed her phone, turned it off and slipped it back into her pocket. Her head fell against the tree as she continued to breath and pant quickly. The fatigue and exhaustion was getting worse with each passing moment as was her sense of hope. She'd run out thinking there would be somewhat of a chance to keep going and survive. And while she did have an idea of where she was going, it didn't solve the issue of food. Not yet. Her teeth gripped her lower lip anxiously. There were only a few immediate ways she could begin to think of and none were pleasant. Stealing was always an option but there weren't any cities nearby. As far as she'd seen, mainly forests or more natural obstacles which Sakura had to walk past, through, something of the like were nearby until she arrived at the nearest port which would give her access to a ferry or boat. And even when - if - she got that far, it still didn't help out with the lack of food. Hunting was another option. But even from her running, she had yet to see anything else. Even if that wasn't the case, she had no way to properly cook anything. Her head bowed and heart sank. This was feeling more and more helpless. God-fucking-damnit ... She murmured, her body resuming shaking in anger. If I didn't have these fucking things .... Things would be easier, wouldn't they? Maybe not necessarily easier. But the assumption of being one of them definitely wouldn't have ever happened. Her fists clenched tightly before her eyes finally snuck a glance toward the gun. Maybe it would be simpler if she just ended everything here? There was half of her which was all for the idea. And yet, there was a different side which mentally asked if she was stupid or not. Why? It's not like it'll get easier. Who's to say this shit isn't happening in England? There may not be a place that's safe, let alone sane ... She felt herself tremble more, barely avoiding crying then and there. Nothing but sheer willpower was keeping the tears hidden away. Her eyes rested a bit longer upon the pistol before slipping it away. If she really needed to ... maybe. But right now? No. She'd give herself a bit more time. Why was honestly beyond her. That part trying to give in despair insisted it would be simpler to pull the trigger now. But her human nature insisted she wanted to live, even if others believed otherwise. What for was a completely different story and one she hoped to find the answer to one of these days. Her still slightly shaking hands pressed down on the ground as she struggled to get back up to her feet. Food could wait. This journey to somewhere more safe couldn't. As far as Sakura was concerned, the longer she stayed here, the more opportunities she gave the fearful people to find and kill her.
Thread: Behind Red Eyes (Yuna & Akaichou's 1x1)

Using his senses he re-tracked her down, finding her slumped against another tree. He thought that he smelled tears but no, it must've just been the earth. He could see her once again, slumped against a tree. The girl was tired, extremely tired but she was still trying to get up. The corner of his mouth quirked upward she was stubborn definitely. Always pushing even when physical endurance was way past the mark. He was kind of impressed. But she needed to rest, especially if she was the reason why the town was in such an uproar. Phillipe was tempted to just reveal himself and hope she didn't try to attack him and even if she did, he would be able to overpower her anyway in her current state. Just as he made a move to jump down he heard rustling several leagues behind him. His eyes narrowed as he turned around, moving his head around the leaves to try and see. Unfortunately he wasn't a cat, so the most he could make out was several dark shapes. His inner alarms were going off he didn't know what those shadows were but he had a feeling that they weren't good. He had to warn her at least without making himself totally known. He loomed over her, still somewhat hidden in branches. ...Somezing is following you, mademoiselle. Be on your guard...
Thread: Behind Red Eyes (Yuna & Akaichou's 1x1)

Sakura Takesho Sakura had halted her progress just from the slight sounds that weren't too far away. While she wasn't one of the famed creatures that she had been mistaken for, her hearing was much better than a typical human's. She'd purposely trained at least her hearing and sight to be better. Not perfect, mind you. But enough so that when things like now were happening, she could begin to try to prepare herself. Her body was mentally screaming at the girl but Sakura knew staying off of her feet would be bad. The shadow which lingered over her only strengthened her thoughts. Her hands roughly pushed herself up to her feet as she quickly glanced around and then up. If anything had been there, it was either gone or she just couldn't see it. An annoyed Tch left her lips as she stayed quiet, focusing now on the voices. Whatever she had briefly seen, it did not belong to the noises. And there was one easy way for Sakura to figure that out. The distance didn't match. If the shadow was part of the voices, it would have been further away and thus unable for Sakura to see. But the fact she had managed to catch it meant ... someone was helping? The warning which soon followed confirmed the guess. That nearly made her laugh. Her parents had refused to do shit along with the rest of Rouen. Why should someone care? Clearly, she had gotten someone's attention. Curious as Sakura was, her focus remained on the more immediate focus the noises that were steadily approaching closer. Weary as she was, Sakura wasn't helpless. Not yet. Her hand reached back as she silently retrieved the gun once again. Tempting as it was to try to follow the source of the noises, it'd be suicide in her condition. So, she'd wait for them to find her. They'd expect her to be weak. But, to her knowledge, armed wasn't on that list. Even if it was ... unless they were ready with their own guns, they'd be dead soon. In desperate situations like this, Sakura seldom if ever missed with her shooting. And now that her life was on the line, she definitely did not intend to fail. Killing wasn't something she usually did. But push had come to shove. She'd been thrust into a 'kill or be killed' type of scenario. And given she didn't feel like allowing the latter to happen to her, it was obvious to Sakura what would need to be done.