No, I…I don’t hate you. …Right now, I just don’t like you.
goodbye my love
Aaaactually, that little boy actually just marked him for death. This guy, Ray McKinley was found dead in his hotel room like 12 hours after this was shot.
AAAAAAAACTUALLY, the boy is really Ray McKinley from the past—the older Ray McKinley is a time traveling documentarian, who went back 20 years to research his home town.
What’s not shown is the moment when the entropic cascade event kicks in from the interaction of the two identical bio-electric Casimir fields after he touches his future self, the result of which wipes Ray McKinley’s entire existence from all of history.
That we have this footage is merely due a temporal paradox of unknown origins.
Prompt provided by ThatGuyDownTheAlley on ff.net. Give the rest of the chapters some attention.
A few months had passed since the incident in the small town. Now that Blake was able to use her Semblance, she spent every day honing her skill. Learning every trick she could about the properties of her Semblance.
She discovered, that with enough energy and concentration, she would be able to have her ‘shadow’ remain materialized for a set period of time. Creating an illusion that was quite useful during their missions.
Although Blake’s ability was useful, her skill was not required on all missions. For most of these missions Adam was ordered to take them by himself. This happened often enough, leaving the girl to wait alone for the bull Faunus’ return. During those times she would usually read a book she acquired through their travels.
Currently, Blake was occupying herself with a book, while waiting for Adam in an abandon building they had decided to set up camp in. When Blake finished her novel, she discovered there was nothing else left to occupy herself with. She looked down at the book in her hands with a frown. She considered reading it again, but figured it wouldn’t be very satisfying since she just finished it. Then she thought about playing on her scroll, but remembered that Adam had taken it for the assignment.
Blake decided to exercise, hoping that movement will get her to think of something. She did several forms of work out, still unable to come up with anything. As she began to perform her Semblance practice, an interesting thought occurred to her.
Blake thought about the ability for her ‘shadow’ to be able to remain active for extended periods. She figured that with the right pose, she could get it to look like it was interacting with her in some way. Stopping her current exercise she sat down where she was, crossing her legs and resting her hands in her lap, and concentrated. It didn’t take her long to feel the chilly sensation of her Semblance activating.
Rising up, she walked forward a few steps before turning around to look at her handiwork. A perfect replica of her was still sitting there on the floor, looking comfortable and ready to listen. Taking a seat in front of her clone, she began talking to it.
It was a bit odd at first, since her conversation often led her to think she would receive a response, leaving for awkward pauses. Eventually she realized she should avoid trying to make this a discussion between two people. She started off with general topics like what has been going on the past few days or what kind of meal they’ll have for dinner.
However, the happy thoughts didn’t last, as she began to vent out her innermost thoughts. Things she couldn’t tell anyone, not even Adam. She let out all of her frustrations; stating her worries and doubts. She told her clone all of her fears for the future of all Faunus. Voiced her uncertainties about the new changes the White Fang had been undergoing. Wondering if it was really worth it all in the end. She talked about Adam, and how he seemed to be a different person ever since the higher ups began sending him on more covert missions.
Unable to hold herself together anymore, she began to cry. The sobs wracking her lithe frame; she wrapped her arms around herself, clenching tightly at her clothing. The clone vanished after her emotional outburst, a reminder that she was alone.
At some point Blake laid on the floor curled up into herself, trying to make herself look as small as possible, trying to disappear. She didn’t stop her sobs when she heard someone open a door. Even when she heard their footsteps approach and felt a pair of hands grab her shoulder, she found herself not caring anymore.
Through her blurry vision she recognized familiar red streaks of hair, before she was engulfed in a warm embrace. She continued to cry into Adam’s shoulder, grabbing fistfuls of his jacket. The two stayed like that for a long while, Adam kneeling down and holding a sobbing Blake. Blake clutched onto him afraid that if she let go he would leave again.
Adam looked down at her, feeling her squeezing grip on him, and grimaced. He wanted so badly to know why Blake was like this, but he knew that if he tried to ask she would brush him off. Adam wondered when things had changed between them.
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