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Happy Homestuck Day! This is the beginning of a new series I want to continue with an older story I did. This series will be called "Jade babysits the Homestuck universe". (Working title) ------------------------------------------ Jade's Adventures in Babysitting It was that time again, the time that Rose Lalonde dreaded each month. Her mother was going away for the weekend, leaving her alone. But she was not alone, Rose would always get a sitter to look after her. But Rose didn’t care, she just cried and cried her head off all while her mother was putting her makeup on, begging for her mother not to leave. She would ignore her daughters temper tantrum, like usual. And she would pick her up, place her over her knee and spank her like usual. It would always be followed with a comment like “You are getting too old to behave like this.” Her mother placed her down on the floor as she once again heard the doorbell ring. “That would be your babysitter. Let’s go meet her!”. She said. Rose of course was not enthusiastic to be left alone with some random woman for the weekend. She grumbled underneath the pacifier in her mouth as Roxanne opened the door to reveal a tall dark haired woman in a flowery dress and glasses with buck teeth. “Ah, good! You are right on time!”. She said, smiling down at the young woman. Jade returned the smile. “I’m always happy to help out a friend of my grandfathers!”. She said, looking over to Rose. She blushed, seeing that the girl was practically not much taller than herself. “Oh, I didn’t think she would be- uh well. This big!”. Jade exclaimed, giving a nervous laugh to Roxanne. The woman laughed back at Jade, giving a wave of assurance at the girl. “Oh, don’t you worry. She is no more trouble than she is worth!”. She says, giving Rose a pat on the top of her head. Rose simply hugged her mother’s waist tighter. “Now Rose, you be good for Jade, okay?”. She said, kneeing down to kiss her on the cheek. Once her mother had left, Rose looked up at Jade, giving a frown at her. Jade tried to be polite. “Hello Rose, I’m Jade!”. She said in a friendly voice. Rose pouted, glaring at her with what could be described as hate in her eyes. As far as Rose was concerned, this woman had just taken away her mother. Jade blinked, waiting awkwardly for a response. “Ahem, well. If you need anything, then please ask!”. Jade told her. Rose opened her mouth to say something and then quickly waddled her way past Jade to the couch. “Oh, you want to watch cartoons?”. Jade asked as Rose sat down on the floor in front of the television. Jade sat behind her, turning on the television. After about any hour, Jade looked up at the clock, and then she turned off the television. “Hey! I wasn’t finished!”. Rose exclaimed, spinning around on her knees to face Jade. She not only looked annoyed by upset at having to lose her only form of entertainment for the moment. Jade sighed as she stood up, approaching Rose with crossed arms. “Now Rose. We cannot watch Television all day!”. She said. Rose didn’t like this response, sitting back down away from her sitter with her arms crossed. “I don’t care. Turn it back on!”. She said, raising her voice again. Jade’s eyebrows raised up, shaking her head at the overgrown toddler in front of her. She didn’t want to resort to rasing her voice to do something, but she knew that she needed to be firm. Jade placed her hand gently on Rose’s head, rubbing her hands through her hair. “You miss your mommy, don’t you?”. She asked her, feeling rose shiver underneath her hand. Rose didn’t say anything but stuck her thumb into her mouth, closing her eyes and enjoying the feeling of Jade’s fingers on her head. Rose gave a nod, removing her thumb from her mouth as she rolled away from Jade to another part of the floor. “I want my mom!”. She said, giving a whine as she slammed her hands down on the rug. Jade just gave a sigh, not sure how to respond to the woman in front of her. “I know you do, sweetie. I know you do!”. Jade replied to her, trying to calm down the clearly upset girl. She was just about to take Rose to the kitchen when she noticed that the seat of her diaper was swelling up as she sat there on the floor. “Oh no. Did you have a little accident?”. Jade said, pointing to her diaper. Rose stuck out her tongue at her, shaking her head as her face went bright red. Jade gave a smile, then her face dropped. “Uhh, your mother didn’t tell me how to change you!”. She said nervously, wringing her heads together in thought. Rose didn’t appear to like this information one bit, giving another slam of her hands on the floor below her. “Rose, please stop acting out!”. Jade asked her, more annoyed this time then before as she continued to slam her hands on the rug. “Okay, that is enough!”. Jade said, grabbed Rose by the arm. “Used diaper or not, you are getting a time-out until you decide to behave!” She explained, dragging Rose over to a corner of the living, bringing a stole with her. Rose gave a fuss as she was dragged towards the chair. “No! NO TIMEOUT!”. She cried out, struggling against Jade’s grasp as she was forced to sit on the stool before her. She gave a groan, crossing her arms as she was now forced to face the wall. Jade crossed her arms, looking at the shaking figure of Rose in front of her. Jade gave a sigh in disappointment. “You are not getting that diaper changed until you calm down!”. She told Rose, still unsure of her promise because she had no idea how to change her. The only sound that could be heard from the room was the sound of Rose’s sniffing, and then she nodded, looking back at Jade, who noticed how distressed Rose was about the whole thing. “Rose, you cannot see your mother until she comes back, don’t be a b- I mean, you know this!”. Jade explained. She gave a sigh. “Look, I’m sorry I snapped at you. But you need to act a little more mature about the whole thing”. She said in the most caring, motherly voice herself that even surprised herself compared to what she usually sounded like. This seem to calm Rose down some more for Jade to take her hand. “Now, how about we get you a new diaper, and we can get you some milk and cookies?”. She asked Rose. The girl thought about what she said for a moment, then nodded her head in agreement. Giving a internal sigh of relief, Jade picked her up- or at least trying to pick up Rose and carry her up the stairs. She was just about to put her back down when Rose went ridged in her arms. “Uh Rose are you-“ Jade didn’t get to finish her sentence before Rose start to mess her diapers. Jade quickly rushed up the stairs, but she was not fast enough as the back of Rose’s diaper expanded with a audible squishing sound. All Jade could think was “Fuckfuckfuck”. Over and over again in her head as she get her second wind, opening the door to the bathroom and placing Rose on the changing table. She took out her cellphone, and dialled a number as she stood there in front of Rose now out of breath slightly. ‘H-hello? Miss Lalonde?” She asked the person on the other end. “Yes, no everything is fine! It’s just, Rose had to use her diapers and well… I don’t really know how to change them!”. Jade explained. After a moment on the phone, and Jade fumbling with the tapes of Rose’s diaper, she would start to change her, listening to the instructions Rose’s Mom gave her on the other end. “Right, so I lift her legs first and then, take off the tapes?”. She would ask. It only took a few minutes, but Jade had done it, she felt very good about her job as well, seeing the brand new diaper on Rose’s crotch after she had removed the old one, cleaned her up and sprayed baby powder on her. Rose sat up, and the tapes gave a rip, the diaper failing off her waist. Jade groaned, placing her head in her hands. It appeared that was going to be a long weekend.

Another old commission that I decided that I wanted to reupload here. And yes, it's Homestuck again. Sorry. ---------------------------------------------------- Padded Playdate It was playdate day in the Lalonde household, that meant Rose had company and her mother couldn’t have been more overjoyed. Rose however wasn’t that pleased. She stomped her feet, throwing a tantrum. After a short session over her mothers knee in which she promised to be a good girl, mom got her ready for her guests, replacing her diaper with a fresh one, and putting Rose in the appropriate clothing. Rose was currently wearing nothing more than a pink teeshirt and diaper when the doorbell rang. She ignored it as she continued to play with her new kitten. But Mom picked her up, making her walk to the door with her as she sucked grumpily on her pacifier. The big baby insisted that she did not need a playdate, but it was already too late as her Mom was greeting their guests. “Hello! Thank you so much for stopping by!” Her mother said, giving the man across from her in the doorway a friendly kiss on the cheek. “I see you brought John as well! Please come in!”. She said, leading Rose back to the living room now in the company of a boy with short spiky hair and glasses. John was wearing pretty much the same thing that Rose had on, a shirt and a diaper. “Now you two play nice while mommy and her friend make some snacks!” She said, disappearing into the kitchen with John’s dad, and leaving the pair of big babies alone in the living room. John gave Rose a big hug before sitting down on the floor to play with some building blocks, she reluctantly sat down and joined him, waiting for her mommy to come back from the kitchen. After a few minutes of playing with John, she looked up at hearing the sound of her mom’s voice. She laughing at something’s John’s dad has said. Ignoring the plate of cookies that she was carrying in her hands, Rose rushed over to her mother, wrapping her hands around her body. “Rose dear, if you want a cookie please be patient!”. All Rose really wanted was her mother’s attention, and she felt like she wasn’t giving it to her while she was in the company of another adult. Rose let go of her mother’s waist, taking a cookie as she sat back down on the floor next to John, who was happily eating his own cookie. “Sorry about Rose, she is particularly clingy!” Her mother would say, causing her blush. “Hehe, your face is red!” John commented, causing Rose to stare daggers at the boy. She quietly ate her cookie, looking back at her Mom from time to time. She was currently sat next John’s dad, taking with him quite intently. Rose watched as the man took her mother’s hand, which caused her to stand straight up and shout aloud. “Mommy, Mommy!” She jumped up and down in place, trying to get the woman’s attention. Her mother quickly turned to look at her daughter, her expression one of concern and curiosity. “What is it dear?” She asked, a little annoyed to see that there was nothing of immediate danger or wrong with the young adult. “Mommy I uhh… think I need a new diapee!” She exclaimed, hoping up at down. Her mother stood up and walked over to Rose. She reached her hand down between Rose’s legs as she felt the crotch and back up of her diaper. Her mother shook her head at Rose. “No, you a good dear, no accidents!”. She said, giving her a kiss on the forehead before turning around and sitting back down next to John’s father. Rose felt a little bit better after that kiss, and sat back down to playing with her toys again. Rose continued to play with John for a few more minutes, but found herself once again staring at the pair of parents sitting on the other side of the room. Rose couldn’t help but feel jealous of her mother. She was so protective of Rose that she felt like she was the only one she loved sometimes. Any other time Rose wouldn’t have been bothered to try and keep her mothers attention, but something about now was different. Rose watched as the man leaned into her mothers ear and whispered something into it. Her mother’s response was to laugh. Rose’s response was to cry, ad cry loud. “Rose, dear. What is the matter?”. Her mother said standing up from her seat on the couch. Rose had tears rolling down her eyes as she pounded the floor in front of her. John didn’t seem to pay any attention to the scene that was unfolding right next to him. Her mother picked her up, holding her face again her bosom as she attempted to calm down the infantile woman. “I’m sorry, she has just been very difficult today!” Rose said to John’s dad. He nodded as he understood himself, watching his own offspring on the floor keeping to himself. Roxanne bounced Rose up and down in her arms, giving her hair a stroke as she would shush her gently. “What is wrong dear, come on, you can tell your mommy!”. She said. Rose shook her head, a little calmer than before now that she was being held by her mother. Her hands grabbed needly at her mother’s shirt. “Mommy do you luv m-mee!?” She said, stiflingly her tears back as she buried her head into Roxanne’s shirt. Her mother stroked her head some more, confused about what her daughter meant. Her mother turned her chin up, looking down at Rose with a concerned look on her face. “Of course I do sweetie! What made you think I don’t?” She asked Rose. Rose lip quivered as she talked. “B-but you kissed him!” She said, pointing at John’s father. It suddenly clicked in her mothers mind what was the problem. She gave a smile down at her daughter, looking back at John’s dad with a smirk. “I see, little miss Rosie is a little jealous, huh?” Rose blushed at hearing the man’s words. Her mother nodded her head in agreement. “I think she is indeed!” She replied, giving Rose another kiss on the forehead. “If Mommy gets you another cookie will you promise to behave?” She asked Rose, giving her nose a touch with the tip of her index finger. Rose thought about it, in fact you could say that she thought a little too hard because before she could say anything the sound of something hissing filled the air. Looking down at her daughter’s diaper, she felt it become soggy and damp. “Well, let’s get you a new diaper first dear…” She said with a giggle. “You don’t mind, I’ll be right back” She said to John’s father. He waved her off with a thumbs up, letting the pair move upstairs to the bathroom so that Rose could get a new diaper and hopefully her mom could have a talk with her about behaving while there was guests around. After a few minutes had past, John’s father took up the newspaper, knowing that his son wouldn’t get into any trouble while he was sitting in the same room. He was just turning to the comics page when he heard Roxanne shout out from up the stairs, followed by the pattering of feet coming towards them. Rose rounded the corner, only wearing her teeshirt as her diaper was missing from her lower half. She came up to John’s dad, looking at him with a grumpy expression. “Is there something I can help you with, young lady?” He asked Rose. The young adult was just about to respond but was cut off by Mom quickly coming down the stairs to stand behind her. “Right, that is it!” She said, scooping up her daughter. “You have been very bad today!” Her mother said in a stern voice. Rose gave a struggle, crying out as she picked up and placed over her mothers knee. “Mommy no!” She exclaimed. But there was nothing that she could do to stop Roxanne delivering a hard smack to her bottom, to which she gave a loud yelp. “I’m going to have to cut this playdate short, I’m sorry.” She said to John’s father. He was already helping John up as she was speaking. He gave a tip of his hat, walking John towards to the door. “Goodbye Rose!” John said, waving his hand at her as they left. Rose gave a humph, sticking out her tongue at him behind his back. She received another smack to her bottom, to which she out another cry.“I hope you are happy Rose!”. Her mother said, not realizing that in fact, yes Rose was happy. She had gotten what she wanted after all and that was her mother’s attention.

Are there any CG's in Melbourne? Been looking for one for ages but to no avail! I'm 19 and would love to meet my future CG!

This story is a translation from an unfinished story I wrote in French a few years back. I've changed up a few little things, but it's still mostly the same. I'm translating it in small bits at a time, but I'm also planning to keep going once I reach the end of what I originally wrote. Hopefully you guys enjoy it! The Awakening Chapter 1: A brutal awakening Everything is foggy. I’m trying to wake up. I feel like I’m trying to swim up from the depths of the ocean. Darkness turns to gray, then to blinding light. I’ve opened my eyes. It takes a few attempts until I’m able to keep them open for more than a second or two. I think I also dozed off in between those attempts. I’m not really sure. Eventually though, it seems like I’m able to keep them open. Where am I? My vision is very clouded, but I can see I’m lying in a bed. I think it’s a hospital bed : the room does look a lot like a hospital room. I’m covered with a very light sheet. I feel so weak, I can barely lift my head. There’s a pole next to me, with a bag of solute hung onto it and a tube goes from it straight into my arm. I feel like I’ve been asleep for months. But as much as I try, I can’t remember being in any sort of accident or anything that might lead to me being hospitalized. How long have I been here? My vision is awful, but as I look around me, I don’t notice any flowers, cards or any of the kind of stuff you would typically expect if I had been in a hospital and I had been visited by friends and family. Either it hasn’t been long enough for that to happen, or, and it makes me shudder to think, I've been there for so long that this kind of “get well” stuff has been removed and not replaced. That or maybe movies have been lying to me all my life about how these things go. This thought is enough to make me smile weakly. On that thought, I also realize that this hospital is weirdly silent. If this were really a hospital, wouldn’t there be nurses and people walking about everywhere? But I can’t hear anyone, as if I were completely alone. This thought wakes me up a little bit more, and I’m starting to feel tinges of panic making its way across the thick fog of my mind. With great pain, I try to move my arms, but try as I might, I feel like my arms have been replaced by wet spaghetti. With great effort, I move my head to look at them through my foggy vision. It’s hard to be sure, but from what I can see it seems like my arms are extremely skinny. I’ve never been fat, but those arms look like what you’d see in an african famine documentary! My heart starts beating faster as panic once again creeps into me. How long have I been here? I feel a piece of rubber near my hand. Moving my fingers to touch it, I think it’s another tube, and I think it’s going under the sheets. The discomfort I feel around my privates confirms that this must be a catheter. In fact, this piece of tube going inside me is so uncomfortable I wonder how I didn’t notice it before, though I’m still so numb to everything that maybe it isn’t all that surprising. For the first time the thought truly crosses my mind : I was in a coma. And looking at my arms, it seems obvious that I’ve been in that state for at least some time. Immediately I start thinking of those stories where people awaken after years in a coma and struggle to get back to their old life because it’s been so long. How long would it take for me to lose as much weight as I did? I try to remember how old I am. How.. old? I… I can’t remember. A vague memory of entering a brand new apartment flashes in my mind. And entering university? So I’m.. college aged? I try to reason. At most, I must have been asleep a couple weeks, maybe a few months at the max. People who wake up from a coma after years are extremely rare, and when they do they’re basically vegetables, unable to do anything for themselves. Vegetable. That word makes me feel a deep pit in my stomach. The silence of the room becomes suffocating. I don't understand why I haven’t seen a nurse yet. Shouldn’t I be hooked up to a machine that would warn them if I woke up, or something like that? I try to scream, but the only sound I’m able to produce is a pathetic moan. This attempt at screaming sends a wave of deep nausea across my body. It feels like I haven’t moved a muscle in years. A fresh wave of nausea mixed in with panic besieges me at the thought that this might actually be the case. I keep moaning, with barely enough strength to do it. Suddenly, I hear a door open, and can see the silhouette approaching. It’s speaking to me, but all I can make out is complete gibberish. I try moving my limbs, but once again, I can barely move any muscle in my body. Suddenly, through the gibberish, I can hear my name: “Miss Filion”. This woman’s voice knows my name. I’m actually in a hospital. They’re gonna help me. I’m gonna get better. Relieved that I am safe, but mostly because of exhaustion, I sink back into a deep slumber. I awaken once more, this time to a male voice. The owner of that voice flashes a huge smile upon seeing my eyes open. More gibberish follows: “Miss Filion! Welcome back among us, my dear one! I am doctor Brodeur. I’m the one who took care of your case since you’ve arrived here. - Oh, we have retinal reflex! She can even follow with her eyes!” As he was speaking his incoherent words, he pointed a small light in my eyes, and was waving it left and right in front of them. With great pain, I followed that light, having some vague idea that this is what I was supposed to do. I can hear how delighted he sounds after I do that, and it makes me weirdly proud. It’s weird, I feel like I should understand the words he’s saying, but somehow they’re all scrambled when I hear them. At least I can recognize the emotions in them. I attempt a weak smile to show the doctor I’m aware. I can feel spit dripping from the side of my mouth. “Miss, can you tell me what your name is?” I can hear his voice. I can hear that he’s asking me a question. I can even recognize that he’s speaking English. But I just can’t make out the meaning of what he’s saying. My pride turns to distress. I can’t understand him. I’m a vegetable. Fuck no no no no no! It seems that he’s noticed how agitated I’ve become. “Calm down, calm down! Everything is ok! You’ve been in a coma for a long time. You need to be patient!” A single word makes its way through to my broken brain: Coma. In a coma. I try to repeat the word: “aaaaaaaaah”. I’m pathetic. I can’t speak anymore. I forgot how to. I truly am a vegetable! But I did hear the word. Coma. And I am thinking to myself, speaking to myself using words in my head. Maybe I’m not completely a vegetable. I’m here. I am here. The doctor, seemingly in reaction to my attempt at vocalizing, speaks what I suppose are encouraging words. I don’t know what he’s saying, and I once again feel myself drifting off to sleep.

Anyone with an accent over here? Anyone say "dem", instead of "them"? "Aluminium" instead of "non-magnetic" (J/K) "aluminum"? 👋🖐😄🤘 I'll go first. I say "dat's" all of the time, ahahah! EG.: Dats it! I'm from Long Island N.Y., and first generation American, Jamaican. I want this to be fun, XD. Tell me about the "saucers" that are "sorcerers" but sound similar. Dat's = That's Tree = Three 😆

My partner introduced me to ABDL and it's been good in all the ways I think they were worried about. Their likes and preferences don't bother me and so far at least I've been 'mummy' and have been enjoying it. There is a sexual aspect to most if not all that we do and I'm not sure how common that is. I don't have any issue with how sexual things are because I've always had relationships where sex is a big part of things. I happen to believe that for my partner this isn't a fetish in the sense of something that's one of their favourite positions but that it is part of their identity in a similar way to how others might identify themselves as male, female, straight, gay, etc. (I apologise if that isn't a great way of expressing it. I know how I feel and think about them but getting my brain to find the right words for those thoughts and feelings is something I'm still working on.) Believing this is who they are has made me wonder about how I fit into things. I'm not sure I know how to articulate what I mean and was hoping that another caregiver or anyone here really, might help me clear up some things in my head. I'd like to feel a bit more clearheaded and also have more or better language to talk to my partner about it. They've gone to so much care to make sure I feel comfortable with things that I would hate to accidentally give any suggestion that any of this make me question our relationship. The best I can explain is that I'm not sure if their bond or attraction to me is because of the role I play in making their wants about diapers and little space possible or if their bond and attraction is towards me as who I am and me playing the mummy role is a bonus thing we enjoy together. I don't want to phrase it as "do they like me or do they like me because I make their diaper/little fantasies come to life" because it sounds too much like "do they love me because I'm me or do they love me because I make it possible for them to get to what they really love or want". That isn't even a blunt version of what I'm wondering because I'm not wondering if it's me or if it's diapers in the sense it's one or the other. I have a close friend that is gay and for various reasons didn't feel comfortable being himself for such a long time. H did what was safe and expected, got married to a woman, had kids, and while everyone is in a good place now there was a lot of difficulties and painful times. I don't know that it's a fair or accurate comparison but it's in my head and I can't seem to not wonder if diapers are my partner's true love/dream relationship and me (or another person even) is just how they get to their true love. If a human partner is a necessary evil - enjoyable, fun, good in a lot of ways, but not their end goal. That sounds again like "pick between me and diapers" or "do you love me or your diapers more" and I really don't feel that's what's in my head. Part of the reason I've loved past partners is because of what they've allowed me to do or how they've made possible things I was interested in so I think it's normal and healthy for those sort of things to be reasons why you love them. I think I'm wondering if me being "mummy" is the reason my partner likes me. I'm looking for (and they said they were as well) a long term relationship. I don't have any interest in asking them to stop being who they are or for us to do less but if I'm thinking long term partner then "what if diapers/mummy/that sexual dynamic becomes impossible - would we still work". Could they be happy with just me or would they have to fantasise about their true love or attraction for us to have a sexual relationship. I apologise if I've said anything hurtful or inaccurate - please correct me. I can't figure out how to put better words to what's in my head. It feels like this might be a common thing in situations where something isn't a kink but is a fetish and must be present.

Well, it's the beginning of a new year and since I always want to give me ABDL lovers exactly what they want, I wanted to ask you for video ideas. I have done this type of content for so long and I love it so much, but I feel like I have hit a roadblock of sorts. I always play the mommy domme role, anyone here want to give me any ideas? I love hearing from you and only you can give me the insight and knowledge. Every detail matters and nobody knows those details like you

Hi, i'm Oli! I'm one half of a married ABDL couple. Nice to meets you! We are looking for a loving, nonsexual Daddy(s) whom we can still have that special big and little bond with. Providing us with the paternal love, care, nurture, rules, discipline, and structure all ABDL's and littles need. We are both very much our own littles, with different ages that we regress to, and like different things. Oli loveeeees dinorawrs ? space ??, Marvel ? gaming ?, sci fi ?, fantasy ?‍♂️ and is a poopy and stinky big boooring nerdy baby ? (written by Olivia) Olivia is BIG Harry potter fan ?‍♂️, BIGGER Disney fan ?? and Costa's number one Costa customer ? (written by Oli da 1st and greatest) We'd loves someone who prefers littles in nappies / diapers full time, knows that we are too little to use the potty, that we are to use our padding for everything, and encourages and enforces it. Loves diaper changes and how intimate, loving and special they can be even when a little is wet or poopy. Someone who likes being depended on on for diaper checks, and changes and is comfortable with and realises that poopy and stinky diapers are part of being a Daddy or Mummy. Any Daddy that loves giving and receiving lotsa lotsa cuddles, likes the idea of cuddling on the couch with nappy pats, bottle feedings, bath time and bed time routines and reading bedtime stories should message us ? We coulds maybeeee go on super fun trips to the zoo, playground, park, cinema, events ?? Pwease? ?? If you are interested or would to get to know us and ask questions we'd love to chat with you ☺️? Lots of love Oli & Olivia xx ** Kik username: CrinkleLife Instagram: Dailycrinkles1 Tumblr: Searchingforaprincess Fetlife: dailycrinkl3s

[If this belongs somewhere else, please let me know. I want to follow correct protocols] Hi everyone! I am looking for someone to RP with online only. I have Kik, Discord, the forum, all kinds of ways. I am IRL in a relationship and looking for someone to help me let my little side run wild online. Looking for someone to RP as a Caretaker, Mommy, Daddy, so that I can RP as an Infant. I'm up for any scenario, just PM me if interested.

Hi, everyone! I'm JC, and I'm here because I'm working on accepting the ABDL aspects of my personality. I'm not engaged in this as a lifestyle, but it is a desire that grows and becomes obsessive the more I try to ignore or deny it. I will never be a 24/7 wearer. I will never feel like just being dressed up and playing a role 24/7. But I can't deny that every once in a while, this is something that I need to be engaged in. My hope is that I can make some friends here, talk with some like minded people, and maybe find someone to be little online with. I am not here looking for a relationship other than friendship. I might want to talk to people in the same area as me, but only to get some food with or maybe a drink. Little about me for those interested: Live in SC Profession: Teacher Age: 34 Relationship Status: Married, not looking to change that Little Status: Generally, I'm a AB Caregiver. I have very parental tendencies. But, like anyone, if I'm feeling worn down, then I want to be cared for and babied as if I were an infant. If you'd like to know anything else about me, please feel free to ask. You can also find me on: Kik- findingacceptance Discord- findingacceptance#8431 Reddit- findingacceptance

Alright! So we got a post Impact world, little super human drama. The circling of events takes place after our big hero has taken out the big bad in the world. I can feel my skin crawling as I post this. Sigh. I'm about nine chapters in, so we'll see where this chestnut ends up. I hope you enjoy the world and the people in it. If you see grammar or some sort of continuity error, let me know. I try to edit as I go, but ya know. You always miss stuff in post. Enjoy kiddos! For now here comes the prologue and the first chapter. Yup. ...Yup. *slams head on desk* Woo. Showtime. Shades in the Afterglow Prologue: A Hot Summer Night Society is a balance of people living in a collective agreement on what is the common greater good. The moral fabric of society crumbled one great day when the answer to the Fermi Paradox came roaring from the heavens one fateful evening in the fields of Siberia. While not intelligent life per se, it had a profound effect on humanity's concept of itself. Ideas and powers that seemed to be legendary or the stuff of dreams in the past, came roaring to terrible life after the Great Impact. It was subtle at first, the manipulation of elements or a minor change in appearance, but with it came powers to rival the concept of God and what it meant. The Great Impact represented humanity's decline into the Metamorphic Age, in which the population began to be overtaken with the struggles of change. Wars spread. Famine spread. People changed. Many of the old concepts of government dried up, putting warlords and tribalism in their place, causing a great rift in technology and societal advancement. Asia's answer came in the form of the Sino-Ruso alliance, with many of the larger “zaibatsus” or city states headquartered in Japan. The cities are sectioned into zones, or self contained quarters where many people make their lives, as their talent falls short of some of the upper echelons of society. On top are made up of what people call “architects,” and hopefuls, individuals whom possess great moral fortitude. With the elevation of status these white knights have in society, comes the greater attention to their talents, the ability they use to keep society from going topsy turvey. As such, in the more advanced centers of technology, hero worship of architects has come into vogue, as well as their fallen counterparts. The greatest and the worst of these characters could be considered, Captain Orion, the Architect of the Hunt, and Deus, considered the Anti-Architect of the Fallen, king of darkness to some or a teacher to others. The contrast between the two the former looking like a golden age comic book hero, decked out in a hardened soldier's of blue and white, with an eglantine crest on his chest, and the latter, a sharp being of pure dictatorial will in a sharp black suit, never bearing armor, represented the head of the opposing forces that would gather on the humid summer night. The gathering, was a seemingly fitting end to the current age of hero worship in the Alliance zaibatsus. Both the hero and the villain's times were eclipsing that evening, with whomever winning passing on the the age old torch to the next generation. Hot on the heels of the Anti-Architect's lessons, a young man named Helios Reign, a hot headed fiery-haired devil, and his crew reconnoitered at an old Yakuza speakeasy that had long been abandoned in the Kamino District in Yokohama. The bar still retained much of the original oaken splendor of its former Yakuza days, heavy red velvet maroon curtains, gilded glasses, and bricks of thick mortar. Having successfully kidnapped one of the top Architect apprentices, Kagutsuchi the Fire Bearer, the motley group of villains sized up what could be a potential ally. The young man at the center of this crowd, growled defiantly, the unruly mass of his spiky black hair pressing into the back of the stiff leather backboard he was bound against. Kagutsuchi's angry glare centered on the black clad ringleader of the affair, Helios Reign. Pushing a bit of his wild curls aside, Helios smiled, a bit too widely perhaps, behind the half skull mask attached to his face. He had shards of bone attached to his adaptive armor, giving the image of a ghoulish look to the young man. It was a token leftover from his former family when his ultra destructive talent, Unmake, manifested, taking their lives. “Quite a brilliant night isn't it?” Helios drew closer to the bound Kagutsuchi, observing him. “Here we all are, gathered here upon the precipice of history. Finally, a little drop in the bucket to help people wake up and flood them with the realization that the society built up by these architects of “justice” is nothing more than just a sham.” Helios circled around the bound black haired youth. “So many people falling into the cracks between the light of Architects like Orion, with no recourse.” He gestured to the air. “What? Waiting to be saved?” He shook his head dismissively. Helios leaned forward, his dusky eyes fixed upon Kagutsuchi. “Physician heal thyself. Those who can, will, save themselves. The rest,” He shrugged, “drown in the currents of history.” Helios stalked back across the room and perched upon one of the oak bar stools. “You are one who is being pulled down, like us, by the masses around you. A tide of helplessness surrounds those of us,” He gestured widely to the group, “Whom can get things done. We seek to end the reigns that confine, choke out, and pigeon hole such individuals. Take down the farce of a society that architects like our “great” Captain Orion have created.” Kagutsuchi's face became dark, silently listening to the man's words. “People are losing hope in this system, that's why we can strike. The architectural caste system is starving this world of any real meaning.” Helios Reign rose once more, crossing the room towards Kagutsuchi. The devilish young man sighed running his fingers through his hair once more. He glanced over at a patched up individual, who looked like a ghoul in parts. “Ashe, please unbind our potential ally.” The corpse-man quirked an eyebrow. “Are you sure now is the right time?” Helios nodded lightly, “We need to see allies as equals. The bindings were more to expedite his trip here than anything else. Things can be cut off in the warp if your not careful.” Ashe began to undue Kagutsuchi's bindings. The fiery young apprentice lowered himself to the polished floor with a muted grunt. Helios flicked his gaze over to a well dressed, shadowy figure standing behind the oak bar. “Release experimental groups one and two.” The shade's golden eyes narrowed for a split second. “Done.” “Good man,” Helios drew closer to the unbound youth, “So, Fire Bearer, you were denied your rightful place at this year's Architect selection, citing your gung ho “attitude.” Your festive nature has been toned down at every turn, held back, and beaten down by those old fools who support “just” society. You're a man of action, truly a warrior in the arena. You're capable of achieving more than this system has in store for you. I believe you are akin to us in your frustration. Unbind the shackles of such a mediocre fate, and reach towards ultimate freedom and self determination.” In the far distance an unearthly cry and a muffled rumble could be heard. Helios Reign paused thoughtfully. His eyes flicked to the shade once more. “Sunder, release the third group.” “It's done, Reign.” He nods in acknowledgment, continuing, “This is the tipping point. Throw the caste system into the waste bin of history where it belongs.” This time Kagutsuchi smiled. He squared his muscular shoulders and slid his left leg back. “I hear you talking a lot about history, the nature of things, systems and all that junk. Someone told me architects and the Fallen are two sides of the same coin. For all I know, that might be true on some things, but all I see is a person who can't get what he wants and makes excuses. There's no history to that. It's just weakness.” With that he aimed his hand at Helios Reign's mildly surprised face and issued forth an explosion from his hand. The resulting fireball knocked the jaw bone off of Helios' helmet and shook the bar. Knowing the volatile nature of the group's boss, Sunder sucked in a breath and readied himself to either diffuse the situation or warp some part of the explosive apprentice out of the group's vicinity, disabling him. The shadow kept a weary eye between the alert monitor behind him and the situation unfolding in front of him. Helios' amber eyes narrowed in rage, but he steadied himself. Kagutsuchi continued his statement. “I'd rather die with a smile on my face saving one person on the hunt like Captain Orion, than join you guys.” Helios picked up the helmets jaw bone lower half he'd lost and attached it back in place. He shrugged indifferently. “Well, above all,” He turned his back to the young apprentice, “I believe in freedom of choice. If you won't join us, no problem. I'll put you or parts of you to some other use in a Construct.” Helios Reign cracked his knuckles and prepared to strike, Kagutsuchi shifting himself into a fighting stance. The mood of the group changed as they prepared for an aggressive assault. Just then an out of place knock issued from the heavy front door. The group paused in momentary confusion. Sunder's eyes flew wide in panic. “Reign, the first group of Constructs are off the grid.” An ebullient voice rang out, “PACKAGE DELIVERY!” Helios' head jerked towards his shadowy associate. “SUNDER! Warp as many people out of here as can!” Helios Reign rushed forward, in a guarded stance, shifting a small blonde female member behind him, covering some of the others in the room too. A few of the members, including the blonde, were quickly warped out by Sunder. “Shit,” he growled. “That damn architect can't even be serious, when...” The door fractured and caved inward into the room. Ashe, the ghoulish looking man closest to the door, collapsed from the blow like a bag of wet cement. Kagutsuchi took the moment of confusion to blast himself out of the room, while taking a few shots at the surprised Fallen below him, making a hole in the roof above him. The concussive blast killed the hearing of most of the individuals inside the bar. With their ears ringing, the Fallen took up fighting stances and began to trade blows with the peace keeping forces that were now flooding the room. Sunder had warped as many of the members to a predetermined factory field, a fall back place in case things went south. The monitor crackled to life near Sunder. He could hear a familiar deep voice over the static. “Half the district is in flames. Sunder, send Reign to my position.” The coordinates flashed on the screen. At that moment, a navy blur knocked out two more of the members in front of him, one of Orion's hunting crew. Sunder made to turn around, but found his movements restricted by the sudden growth of silky steel threads around him. He surveyed the room, looking for any last minute maneuvers he could manage. He struggled, shifting his misty form. Gaining the least bit of freedom, he turned around, he heard a shout from Helios. “Sunder, release the other Constructs from the factory!” Sunder couldn't sense their presence, so he focused on the other location Deus sent seconds earlier. “They're away from the coordinates! I'm sending you ahead...” Another violent impact rocked the bar. A god like figure dressed head to toe in white and blue armor, rushed into the area with a hard smile on his face, his tattered navy cassock fluttering behind him. His salt and pepper hair stuck slick to his forehead,a blue tinge to his skin flushed with adrenaline and the thrill of the hunt. It was The Architect of the Hunt, Captain Orion. Helios shot the shade a wild look and screamed, “No, stop! What about y...” “It seems like the package delivery was successful. I'm taking you scum out... To the hunter goes the spoils!” Sunder sent out a warp portal to Helios' location leaving a blank spot and empty ropes in his wake as the architect's blow connected to the structure. In another move, the shadow remembered another way point for additional support. There was another jolt, momentarily breaking his concentration, but he caught the last package in mid warp, releasing it. The roof began to collapse inward from the kinetic force of the Captain's punch. The shade turned to face what appeared to be another gray-haired huntsman, decked out in an architect's navy cassock and mask. Upon momentary reflection, he remembered the jagged scar on the Architect's face was named Argent The Architect of Webs. Sunder stretched out his form and went on the offensive summoning a few warp gates to counter silken threads shooting from the architect's body. It was all the more pity he couldn't see that the object hurdling towards him from behind that the architect had grabbed with his threads. The rubble struck him in an unguarded moment upon the back of his inky skull with a thunderous force. In addition, Argent managed to constrict one of the main arteries in Sunder's neck, causing him to black out, but not before hearing: “That's the problem with you Fallen, always an opening.” ***** As suddenly as he went down, Sunder found himself laying flat upon the white tile, staring at the halogen lights. The wispiness of his abyssal form flickered. He righted himself, brushing the supposed dust and debris that was on his tailored vest and slacks. To his surprise, he had woken up alone. The shade found himself at the crossroads of a nondescript, clinical hallway. “HELIOS REIGN?” He called out in a hoarse voice. Arbitrarily he picked the right hall and preceded down it. “Ashe?” “Lilian? ...Vertigo? Mr. Materia?” An eerie and oppressive silence pervaded the corridor between Sunder's calls. He preceded carefully, his light footfalls breaking up the din of his calling. Sunder's yellow eyes flickered left and right. The overtly bland nature of the place was unsettling; however, nothing had yet presented itself to him to indicate that this was anything more than a regular building. “Reign,” He called out once more questioningly. “Where have I been sent to?” Sunder ran a misty hand over the surface of the wall. Perfect, not a single flaw. The mist of his form probed for any nicks or wear. There were none. He furrowed his brow and shook his head. He had to find the other members of his crew and regroup. In a coordinated effort, the night was meant to be a psychological blow to the Architects. Maybe this was some sort of “ace in the hole” the other side had that the Anti-Architect hadn't described to him. Sunder was familiar with types of binding and illusions the various Architect groups had at their disposal, but this seemed to tread the lines of unreality. “HEL,” He called out far louder this time. There was no answer. Sunder picked up his pace down the labyrinthine halls. The walls, the lines, the very lights remained the same, corridor after corridor. There seemed to be no sign of anyone else other than himself in alien structure. Within line of sight, he warped through the halls, skipping over the corridors in a blur. It was more of the same. Although Sunder kept his movements level and fluid, a mild thread of doubt began to bloom in his mind. There seemed to be no rationality to this place. “Hel,” he called out, “We need to rally and plan a counterattack! With respect sir, our allies need us!” Something like a groan echoed throughout the hallways. Sunder halted his movement mid warp, stilling his swirling form. Scanning the corridors for movement, he pulled down his mildly rumpled vest and slid into a combative stance. Unseen prickles in the back of his mind began to pick up the movement of another as of yet unknown being. Sunder calmed himself and drew in a breath. “Hel, I hope you fare better than myself and can get to everyone,” He readied a warp portal off of his left hand. He yelled out with cool enthusiasm, “I'm going to enjoy bisecting you cretin!” Black tendrils reached outward from the portal on his left hand. With an aggressive eagerness, Sunder whirled around to strike out at his unseen foe. His portal managed to capture one of the rigid arms of the creature in question. He sent it flying across the room with a loud metallic clatter. It was the arm of an institutional hospital bed. Apparently, the dampeners weren't quite having the proper effect and the head trauma from the bar's debris weren't helping matters. The two police officers that were sent to guard the unconscious Sunder threw back their chairs and readied their weapons. Sunder's form swelled as he readied more portals on the offensive. The first officer was warped up and sent crashing down again from the ceiling of the hospital ward, knocking him out. The second guard managed to fire his weapon, an electrically based weapon with paralytic properties. Due to the shade's lack of focus, the weapon hit true on whatever “meat” lay in in his right leg, causing him to grunt and shift himself through a portal out into the hallway of the hospital. The crew hadn't had time to send the Fallen villain to a proper facility due to the madness that was still unfolding in Yokohama after the collateral damage caused by the battle between Sunder's leader The Anti-Architect Deus and The Architect of the Hunt, Captain Orion. Sunder began to warp himself through the corridors using his line of sight as the panicking crowds swirled around his misty form. A fervent ranting issued forth from the unseen mouth of the angry blackness, his eyes narrowing as he spouted out taunts at an unseen foe. Sunder nearly reached the exit of the ward when the reason for his current predicament, Architect Argent, burst through the door with one of his wounded allies who had quelled the assault. Surveying the situation, the old architect ran a hand through his gray hair. He heaved a sigh, breaking away from the entourage and his injured comrade he ran towards the infuriated black mass. Argent's gray hair fluttered away from his face as readied more thread to pull a metal bench to clobber the misfit shadow with blinding force. “I see once is never enough for you people. Always an opening and no defense.” Once again, another sharp blow was issued to Sunder's skull, rendering him unconscious. Luckily, this time the villain managed to skip the labyrinth and land himself in the dark abyss of being comatose. His body, much the the bafflement of staff, that it had such mass in the first place, was recaptured with with the cuffs he bore and a further collar on his neck. This time, Sunder was sent to the proper facility to deal with higher tier criminals, much in the same direction his counterpart, Helios Reign would too. As Sunder lay recovering in the reinforced maximum security hospital ward, his fate was being debated upon and decided. He personally had no records, but the crimes he committed the Yokohama attacks, kidnapping, collateral damage from various raids were. The shade's “physical” recovery, was dubious due to the lack of available options for treatment. Every time medical staff would try to scan Sunder's body, it would shift in and out focus due to the lack of defined concentration on his part. To the frustration of medical staff, his coherency would slip in and out with each shift too, only allowing him to take in enough resources to stave off thirst or utter starvation. Unfortunately, with the lack of properly defined medical equipment, as with many less actively human in nature talent users, the waiting game had to be played. As soon as Sunder was medically able, he was transferred to his solitary cell, which essentially amounted to a fancier Faraday Cage reinforced block of halogen lit concrete, with the usual bells and whistles for containing more volatile effects of talents or those that couldn't be quite quelled by the genetic dampeners issued to inmates. No further escape attempts would be allowed. Unbeknownst to the Fallen shadow, during his convalescence, his comrades were being interrogated and tried for their parts in the wave of collateral damage that had occurred during the Yokohama Attacks as it were. The most serious offenders were sent to Dis, a high security prison for those found to be too volatile to be housed in other facilities within the zaibatsus. Others on a form of program S-9, under extreme operational prejudice, were matched and sent to be reformed, by newer initiatives to cut down on the growing population. The dust had settled from that humid night, but questions still remained as to the nature of their organization and resource gathering. It was about six months later when Sunder opened his eyes and regained a moderate amount of consistent coherency. Twenty four hours after he spoke his first lucid words, the first investigators came, to get what they could from the shadow. CH 1: Interview with the Eggheads in the Lab The seasons had began to turn outside the walls of Sunder's concrete vault. The initial clean up of the Yokohama Attacks was well under way, bull dozing many of the ruined structures or repurposing the leveled areas into parks commemorating the event. The final battle during that event between the Architect of the Hunt and the Anti-Architect had been the first and one of the most elaborate memorial parks. A beautiful garden had been erected, the blooms now subdued in the winter's coldness. A statue in the center of the facility depicted the most famous scene in the battle, in which Captain Orion and the then winged Deus, hurdling to the earth from on high, and the Captain delivering the final before the could level the district. The two went down in a gout of hellfire, wrecking the Captain's body, an active sacrifice for the good of the people to put down a tyrant. Governing and law officials poured over the data from the nights events. From the various psychological techniques used to lure in recruits, the methods for obtaining money to fund the endeavor, and many of the shell businesses used to house the group's intentions were brought to light. The most curious artifacts from that night were the homunculuses, called the Constructed. The Constructs, creatures with translucent shimmering skin and exposed cerebrums, were monstrous. A warehouse housing all manner of the creatures had been captured that night with stunning success. Although there was little damage to the stock in the warehouse, there was little to indicate the nature of the creatures aside from directly testing them. What came as a result from the testing shocked scientists. The majority of the creatures seemed to bear little in the way of intellect, but their physical attributes were myriad. Many bore regenerative properties and great strength, as evidenced by previous assaults on the Tokyo Zaibatsu the year previous. Others upon further testing might be able to produce fire, acid, or icy waves whilst being airborne. Still others looked like they might have some sort of psionic abilities, like long distance communication, cognitive disruption, or mind control. Creatures bearing markers of psionic abilities were destroyed due to potential volatility. The diagramming of genetic markers made further results more disturbing. Some of the Constructs bore entirely new DNA structures, which while exciting, was somewhat expected by the researchers. The disturbing fact came to light that some of the patterns began to match up to people within the governmental talent registration database. Combinations of DNA from various talent users were found in some Constructs, but the worst were exact matches. It came as a bit of a shock when some of the missing criminals in the underworld and some ordinary people were found to be Constructs too. The conclusion was clear to them; the bleeding edge of genetic research had been employed to manifest this army of things. The rub came when there was no data on how they gathered the massive amount of DNA nor the manner by which they managed to achieve such results. With almost the entire population bearing some genetic talent in modern times, natural variability was enough of a threat without the pure weaponization of talents through massively inflated artificial means. On the other hand, the amount of genetic research could further the overburdened medical field that struggled to bear the brunt of humanity's frenetic genetic drift. Bearing data retrieval in mind, the investigators set up a makeshift interrogation room outside of Sunder's cell. Allowing for the limited space in the small foyer between the armored hallways, a sturdy metal table, chairs, and recording station were set up to conduct the interview. Five people entered the room: a doctor clad in a white coat to ascertain the coherency of the villain's statements and verify data, a younger female Justicar for the Alliance, a dark haired man who served as the main coordinator and interviewer during the spate of investigations into the Yokohama Attacks, and two armed guards. The three officials discussed amongst themselves what they wished to divine from the inmate outside the heavy door. For his part, Sunder drew himself up to a seated position on the cot in his room. The shade blearily stared at the floor, trying to pull together the situation in which he found himself. There seemed to be a ringing in his head. Not good. He felt like someone had backed over him with a truck. Also, not good. His yellow eyes darted around the sterile room. There was metal sink, a small mirror over the sink, a concrete toilet and water fountain, that sat next to a table that was built into the wall. A stationary concrete stool sat in front of the desk. The light appeared to be coming from lights embedded in the floor. It was a change from the halogen lit hallways he had found himself bouncing throughout on so many nights, running. There was no window in the room, but there was a heavy door leading out to what he thought might be a small secure vestibule. To think of it, he couldn't pinpoint where he was currently staying. Going through the locations of training facilities and testing grounds in his memory, Sunder tried to remember one that had secured lock down rooms. It couldn't have been the Western Okinawa Facility or the lab in Vladivostok. Both of those featured open cages in the recovery and housing units for staff and active creatures. He ran a misty hand over the poured concrete wall. The shade reasoned that the walls had to be, at minimum, a couple of feet thick. That left out the European research center. “Of course,” he reasoned out loud, in a hoarse voice, “It has to be the psionics field testing unit in Shibuya.” The use of psionic creatures would definitely explain the thicker walls. It helped keep out mental interference from the general populace. He took stock of himself after this realization. His misty body was covered up in a gray, stained coverall, that come to think of it was scratchy as hell. Too many loose threads, invading the space his body occupied. No, wait, why would they have him there? Why would he be wearing this thing? Had the research lab been running trials again? They had been about to move into testing the third phase of long distance interference with the Constructed. Sunder had helped with testing before at Dues' behest, due to his body's uncannily misty nature. The eggheads in the lab also liked testing the effects of various talents in the warp too. They tested times, effectiveness, and the ease of deployment for the creatures. He shifted his body to the side. It hurt. Had something gone wrong he wondered? It seemed to him that the roll out would have been another month out, after Helios Reign and he scouted that factory in Yokohama to house the Constructs. To that end, where was Helios? It was Sunder's job to look after him and be available to help bring the Anti-Architect's plans to fruition. Reign was coming along more recently as a leader, but his skills still needed to be polished, his frustrations controlled. They'd just gotten more allies other than the ghoul, Ashe, and the small blonde shapeshifter Lillian. The new recruits had to be tested and put through their paces. Compatibility with the Constructed had to be sorted. Why was he in Shibuya? Had they been testing some of the new members? As Sunder's thoughts began to spiral, the solid chunk of the door outside indicated someone was entering the vestibule. He turned jerked his head towards the maroon door as it opened. Two highly forgettable guards clad in plain black uniforms stepped through the door. That seemed consistent with the typical staff at the Shibuya facility. “Stand up and place your hands through the slot please,” one of the guards issued the order in a deep voice. Sunder compiled without resistance. A secondary set of talent dampening cuffs were applied to his wrists, this time with chains. He briefly wondered why there were two sets of dampeners on his wrists, but some of the other facilities had used them to help him condense his form for testing. The shade shrugged the thought off as the trio stepped into the vestibule, where the investigators awaited him. The lights out here still shone from the floor. His head hurt. He wondered how long this would take. Before him Sunder noted the three figures in the room, two men and one woman. Clearly the man with the gray speckled beard, who was seated on the far right, was the head researcher. His yellow eyes narrowed thoughtfully. Was the man's name Umetsuo? It sounded right to him. The female looked familiar too. Sunder remembered her at a few of the creature trials in Europe. It seemed to him the auburn haired woman had gained a little weight, not that it was a bad thing. She was seated in the center and smiled up at him politely. The final man, he looked all business in his suit and dark blue trench coat. The dark hair on his head was clipped short. Was he from the lab? Was the man an infiltrator? He had that look about him Sunder reasoned. He was seated to the left most of all of them, close to a machine that sat against the back wall of the small room. One guard closed the maroon door behind them, as the shade entered the room. He took a post near the back door, while the other took up a position near the other door leading out of the room. Sunder furrowed his brow. This seemed awfully official for a training exercise debriefing. Maybe something had occurred. Had he hurt someone? Did one of the creatures breakout and effect him? His head did hurt. Then there was the matter of this scratchy vestment. Was there the far off possibility he had hurt one of his comrades, even Helios? No, he had to focus. There was no reason to jump to conclusions in light of the lack of information he reasoned. He bowed a little bit to the trio and cleared his throat, who returned the greeting in turn. “Good day, lady and gentlemen. I'm sorry for my lapse of manners, I should have greeted you promptly,” Sunder pulled out the seat in front of him and settled in it, looking to the doctor, “My name is Sunder. I am an associate of our mutual employer Deus. I work mainly in the Tokyo branch. Dr. Umetsuo, was it? My apologies, I regret I don't have the names of your other two colleagues. We've surely met elsewhere, maybe in Europe or somewhere else.” The female Justicar's face still bore the smile with which she had greeted the inmate. Her eyebrows raised imperceptibly in surprise at the cordial greeting. She glanced between “Dr. Umetsuo” and her trench coated colleague, Senji Koda, a talented empath would be made of use for the interview. Koda shrugged, flipping a switch on the machine next to him. “Well, Mr. Sunder is it? That an interesting name. Is that your last name or...?” She fished inside a bag at her feet, pulling out a pad of paper and a few pens. “No ma'am, that is my only name.” “A mononym,” Senji Koda piped up, shifting to a more comfortable position in his chair, watching the shade's body language. “Okay, Sunder. Well, my name is Naomi Fuji and the gentleman in the trench coat is Senji Koda. We'll just be having a bit of chat and debriefing on some of the events that have occurred lately. We want to make sure that the 'research' group stays up to date on the happenings within the various branches of the organization. Will that be okay with you? We'll just be having a bit of an informal discussion about these things, the state of the Constructed and such.” Naomi smiled at the shade. Sunder nodded his head in agreement, his shoulders relaxing. “Well, good,” she began. Koda cleared his throat. “First thing,” Senji Koda took one of the pens on the table and a piece of the paper, “We need to get a baseline of how much you remember, for comparison's sake.” “How old are you?” Naomi inquired. The shade sat for a second pondering the question. “I don't know.” “Where are you from originally?” “I don't know,” Sunder replied. Koda looked genuinely surprised, glancing over at the doctor, who shrugged his shoulders. “Do you have any family,” Naomi continued her questioning. The shade tilted his head, “In so much as, biological?” Naomi nodded. He shook his head, “Not that I do know, ma'am. I wish I did know.” “You are male, Sunder?” the doctor chimed in. Sunder replied with humor, “Yes sir, as male as any other male I suppose.” Koda seemingly satisfied with the shade's responses, scribbled: He's being truthful, pretty relaxed too. He might think is a debriefing or official response, maybe? Naomi furrowed her brow slightly. “Okay, thank you Sunder. Let me ask you this, so we can verify your long term memory,” she cleared her throat. “Yes ma'am?” “What is the first thing you can remember?” Sunder leaned back in his chair, lost in thought. He remembered his first night in the old neighborhood. “I remember walking down the street on a humid night in Yokohama. Say, twelve years ago?” “In Yokohama, huh?” He nodded, “Yes. The neighborhood has a nice mix of street life in it. I just remember wandering. There is a nice tea house on the upper most part of town, but I didn't frequent it at that point.” “Oh,” Naomi jotted a note down on the paper, “Were you by yourself?” The shade nodded, leaning back in his chair, “Yes, I had no companions then. I remember it being a humid night too. There was... a sound?” “What sound?” Koda asked. Sunder cleared his throat, looking directly at Naomi. “You'll pardon me madam, Ms. Fuji, for saying this...” “No, please, go ahead.” She jotted notes down on the shade's comportment. “It was the sounds of a woman being 'violated' in a most unwholesome way.” “Oh.” “Yes,” he cleared his throat, “ Not that I could appreciate it at the time, but it didn't seem right. The man-beast, creature, was a great stinking thing. Thoroughly classless. He had her legs splayed open and was inserting all manner of tentacle like objects into...” Koda cut Sunder's statement short, “We get the idea.” The shade coughed and continued hoarsely, “Quite. I took the liberty of relieving him of those objects and that lump of a thing he called an arm with my warp.” Sunder passed a note to Naomi. Old case. That would have been the Yokohama Worm Rapist. He was found at a local hospital after the woman identified him. Both accounts mentioned a 'man eating' shadow. “Did you try to speak to her? Or was anyone else there?” He shook his head. “Speech didn't really occur to me until later. I guess, I just was sort of an empty vessel then, but the actions of that thing didn't seem right...” “And after you interrupted it?” As if to confirm the note Koda had passed, Sunder finished with, “The creature ran screaming. I never saw the lady again. She'd shambled into the night, poor thing. I guess seeing me do that to him would be traumatic enough under normal circumstances...” Sunder coughed, looking at the doctor, “My apologies. Could I trouble you for a glass of water from that pitcher? It feels like I haven't had anything to drink in ages.” “Of course.” He filled a glass and passed it to the shade, marveling as the creature brought it up to what might be considered his mouth and watched the liquid disappear to somewhere, “My thinking with your previous statement, Mr. Sunder, were you aware of your form at that time?” Sunder shook his head, putting down the glass. “No sir, it came as a surprise to me when I passed by some shop front windows. I mean, I had thought it odd that my steps were so light.” “So you have no memories or knowledge as to your previous state, or if you had one?” said the doctor quirking his brow. “No sir. As far as I know, I have always been like this, I mean, I knew I was me.” the shade paused, “My apologies for asking this but, is this line of questioning necessary considering...” Justicar Naomi interrupted with a quick lie, “It 's part of the reason why we're all are here Sunder. There was an incident with one of the Psionic Constructs. We have to make sure everyone is who they say they are and make sure there haven't been any duplicates or false memories implanted in our associates from the general fallout. You understand, right? I'm sorry if this seems like we're beating around the bush.” “Oh, no, no. My apologies, Ms. Fuji. I'll endeavor to answer all of your questions. I just wanted to make I wasn't wasting our collective time.” The shade bowed slightly. Naomi Fuji nodded, “Think nothing of it. That's quite gracious of you.” Koda chimed in, “Speaking of questions, how long did you wander the streets like that? It's to establish a timeline, of course.” Sunder pondered the question. “I'd say six months there about? I remember it had started to snow by the time I'd found that warehouse. I'd parted with a fellow who'd shown me the ropes, so to speak.” “Showed you the ropes?” The shade nodded. “He was a nice fellow. He taught me diction, some basic signs, how to pick a lock. Truly, he was a gentleman.” “A gentleman? Well, what happened to your friend?” “I think he died of a heart attack, as one night I couldn't rouse him.” He shrugged. “You didn't try to get help?” Justicar Fuji asked. “At that point, I didn't know that kind of help existed.” “Moving on to the warehouse you mentioned,” Koda asked, scribbling a note to Fuji, “What happened there? You can take a moment to think of your answer if you need to, Mr. Sunder.” While the shade collected his thoughts, Koda passed the note to the auburn justicar. Reports came in around 12 years ago of a shadow eating criminals. The squad thought it might have been a new vigilante or an urban legend. The reports stopped in a relatively short period of time. Crime had actually dropped by a lot during that point. Koda ran his fingers through his short dark hair. Sunder looked up from his thoughts. “Please, tell us what happened,” said Koda. He took off his navy jacket and hung it on the back of the chair, taking a position to actively listen to the inmate's story.

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