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(( MOVING This to a new post for Completion.  I will be putting Nisha's up on another as well to keep them seperate)

"Oh, hello. Are you a friend of the big angry guy who wants to string me up and do lots of bad things?"

Circling into the space, Synn leaned against the wall. He hooked his thumbs into his belt resting his hands on the pair of combat auto pistols on his hips.   His gaze flicked from the body on the ground, and the up to lock eyes with Ard.

Synn spoke softly, but his voice was clear in his intentions.  “I am the one that wants to know why you attacked and destroyed innocent Travelers, before I take you apart and bring your nightmares to life.”

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"Oh, I havnt destroyed anyone, simply disabled them." Ardenn carefully pulled back his hands from Nisha's face. He paused and frowned, rubbing his fingertips together. Something still didnt feel right. Maybe it ws the lack of being surrounded by other black clad men. Or how his fingers felt cold and numb. Or the lack of the radio running. This wasnt the right world. The question was what would this man try and do.

"The message was received and I can remove all my traps just as easily as I put them into place. It'd go against my Contract if I actually permanently injured someone beyond repair." Ardenn paused and eyed the man carefully. "I'm not really fond of the Nightmare threat though. Dont you think its a bit generic?"

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Synn stares at Ard, and hums the tune to Henry the 8th a while before answering.

“” I know 8 good people that will never be the same because of you.   Including that lady at your feet, that makes 9.  Lucky for me you’re a clone, so I can get all 9 lives out of you.  I’ll consider you my personal feline experiment. ” 

Synn grins, but the gesture held no humor.  “And there is nothing generic about Nightmares, little man.  Each one is personal to the core.  I look forward to finding yours and pulling it screaming to the surface.”

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"I've lead a long life of people pulling Fears out of me. As you mentioned, I am a Clone." Picking himself up off the woman, brushed himself off and raised a brow at the man in his head. The Stranger he hoenstly didnt know that much about. Associations and little more. Factional clues perhaps, considering he was here in their behalf. Ardenn's mind clicked along.

"I've died more times than I can honestly count any more. It hurts every time, in all kinds of ways. The more creative ones have left permenant scars. I asked my prisoners for that. To respect those who tried so hard." Looking down at Nisha, he mikced the other man's pose, thumbs in his belt, hands over his... He had no pistols. He'd run at the woman without any weapons. "I think she'll be okay though."

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Synn waves his hand and Nisha's body blows away like ash in a strong breeze.  "She will be fine.  But we were talking about you, and unfortunately our time is limited."

 

Stepping closer  a circle of stones rises around a fire pit.  As the flames rise the world blows away like Nisha’s body did.  Leaving Synn and Ard in the small circle of light, with open night sky above. 

 

Sitting on one of the benches, Synn gestures toward Ard.  "Please sit; let’s get to know each other.  There is no reason we cannot have a civilized conversation in the time we have left, “ Synn chuckles.  “..despite you being a Child."

 

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Well, that confirmed they werent in the real world, now didnt it. A tilt of his head as he concerned the change of the world around them. The rocks became mossy, laden with life, the walls around them creeping with vines and flowers and little winkling lights of fireflies resting on the leaves. Looking up, he shut out the sun and replaced it with a moon. "The canyon is bleak enough as it is. You dont really need to ruin my mind with it too."

Stepping lightly around the plants he had summoned, leaving the soil blank around Synn since he seemed to preffer rotting the minds creations, Ardenn plopped himself down on the now padded rock and rested his elbows on his knees, gazing at the other telepath.

"Typically regardless of what I say, truth or not, everyone is out to torture me. I let it happen. I could fight back but I feel people need somethign to releive their own stress on without causing more pain tothemselves. I let Sassa torture me when I told him what he didnt want to hear, because it was the Truth. I let Gamma beat me in public and scream about his hatred for my faction, so he wouldnt turn that hatred into beating his wife. I let Danny break my jaw and start snapping my legs during a party in Hope, so he wouldnt turn his drunken rage on his kids and break somethign that couldnt be repaired. I've been tortured by my own husband for hurting someone he thought he loved. I've been forced to relive the rape and suffering of the woman trying to fuck my husband. The list goes on. And I take it all so someone else doesnt have to."

He crossed his arms and frowns. "I dont ask for much, stranger, but the one time I tried to relax three months ago and take time out for myself, Nisha sends someone to kidnap my partner. No ransom note, no blood on the walls, no ear int he mail making threats. I found out second hand through one of my soliders that she'd gone Slaver and taken him to be re-trained and sold to someone else... So again I suffered, and so did he."

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"So I am to believe you are some Martyr for the masses?  How noble of you."  Removing his mask, Synn pulls his hair up and into a Top-knot ponytail.  “We live in a world of lies and deceit. Let us make a pact here and now that we will be honest with each other.  I am Damion Synn.  I believe you knew my brother.  My talents are for sale to the highest bidder, and my loyalty can be bought.  I am the result of an anomaly in the experiments preformed on my brother.  Where he was regressed in evolution, I was progressed.  I know who I am and I do not hide it.”

Synn regards Ard a moment and says. "You are a Child, a Warchief I believe.  And you hide who you are in the most extreme way.  Your admitted actions show what you are.  Why do you hide your true self to others? What caused you to deny who you were born as?"

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He gazed at the man for a heartbeat's length of time. A struggling heartbeat as his physical self wasnt properly receiving the brain's signals any more. Time was limited for his physical body, but it stretched on and on in this mental space. They could exchange words and concepts in seconds compared to the cumbersome process of making ones vocal chords stretch and make the sounds which werent always understood by the listeners. And yet, Ardenn took his time answering the question, and confirming the pact.

"I am currently Ardenn Neraia. I am the re-programmed result of a court order when I turned myself in for my pre-fall crimes and the warden's taking pity on me. They decided to make me a slave to GlobalTech rather than let me die off in peace as a criminal and a fool. Apparently I'm more useful alive than dead."

Much as Damion had changed, Ardenn's hair unbound from the dreadlocks and fell around his face, straight hair loose at around shoulder length and bangs that were brushed away in an irritated fashion when they got in his eyes. Pulling away his mask however, revealed a slimmer face. Narrower lips. Blue-grey eyes that sparkled with the nanites that laced his blood. His frame narrowed, the muscle compacted, his frame smaller, more lithe. And busty. Suddenly the Man was no more, but a slightly younger apparition of a woman was before him.

"Cypress died a long time ago. It wasnt being taught to murder nameless people that twisted my mind, but getting old enough to be desired. Not having a parent or older siblings to hold my hand and protect me from what I never saw coming. Trying to hold down a job and enough business to feed myself and the others who found their way to me and begged for help. Broken and battered, I provided a roof and shared what little I had. But as with all good things in life, it attracted bad people. Bad people who saw a young girl tending bar just trying to help people get through the day. I had no idea what kind of power I had just for having a pair of boobs until the rape attempts started. I had help to beat down most of them.... Until a man who called himself Crow showed up and destroyed all of my protectors. He hunted my mother and I for years. Making me feel filthy in my own skin again and again and again. I took to drugs and alcohol trying to burn away the memories, yet every time I fell asleep, I relived the latest attack. Again and again and again until I started doing everything I could to avoid sleeping. I STILL have those nightmares. Changing my body didnt stop the dreams, even if it meant he couldnt find me any more. Over a hundred years later and Im still scared of him finding me."

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“That explains the motherly acts and the interactions with the kid when we last saw each other.    Is there anything of me you would know before we part?”  Synn glanced around and noticed the light fading, and the details Ard imposed on the area were fading.

“You are certainly not what I expected.  As I can easily confirm the return of your victims to their normal selves, minus the physical damage you did, I will wait till our next meeting to pass judgment.   But I will answer what I can for you.”

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"How to get into your pants?" She gave him a sly smile and a wink.

Leaning back and propping her arms on the bench, looking up at the fading moon, she sighed.

"I didnt hurt them too badly. A few months at most to heal broken bones. I can issue you a copy of my research to hand in to the big-wigs if they want more protection for their men, but I wont just give it to anyone freely. I can be bought as well, I simply dont work with Chips in mind."

She'd pause and smile at him as the darkness closed in on them.

"Maybe later you can buy me a drink and we'll talk without the mind games?"

He'd be dead and cyling through the cloner before Damion could respond.

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