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[Akroma]

"Pressure her? She is just giving it a test run for the sheer fun of it. Nobody is pressuring her into any sort of training."

[GreatWyrmGold]

<Will, you do realize she has had enough time here to show off maturation mentally.>

<Correct, she has. I'm confident she won't be significantly maturing mentally in the forseeable future, by which I mean the future before some event or combination of events has changed our life past the point it's worth planning that far ahead.>

"Pressure her? She is just giving it a test run for the sheer fun of it. Nobody is pressuring her into any sort of training."

"You were considering where to go to give a toddler ninja training. Which is what I was objecting to."

[kj1225]

<Anyways... can you help send Meme in so she can try the gear? Oh, and Hai as well once you are done arguing. Also, tell her that I'll make her something neat if she stop arguing.>

[Akroma]

"Will, sometimes you are just incredibly dense. We are having fun. It's a *game*. Let's play ninja. A game pf pretend for us to have fun with Meme. It's more like a mix of hide-n-seek and tag. Nobody here is teaching anyone any kills.
Did you have no childhood or do you take everything at face value? Is police and robber giving her a training al law enforcement or at stealing stuff? Is playing a game of Cowboy and Indian teaching her the joys of genonocide? Stop taking everything at face value. For all the brains you have, you are immensely stupid sometimes."

[RangerCado]

"What Robber? Or Cowwyboy?"

[GreatWyrmGold]

<Anyways... can you help send Meme in so she can try the gear? Oh, and Hai as well once you are done arguing. Also, tell her that I'll make her something neat if she stop arguing.>

<Not until they're willing and ready to.>
"Hey, Kyle's bugging me about you two getting to his game. Don't indiscriminately apply stuff from that game to the real world, it's a game."

"Will, sometimes you are just incredibly dense. We are having fun. It's a *game*. Let's play ninja. A game pf pretend for us to have fun with Meme. It's more like a mix of hide-n-seek and tag. Nobody here is teaching anyone any kills.
Did you have no childhood or do you take everything at face value? Is police and robber giving her a training al law enforcement or at stealing stuff? Is playing a game of Cowboy and Indian teaching her the joys of genonocide? Stop taking everything at face value. For all the brains you have, you are immensely stupid sometimes."

"Ahem. Let me remind you of what you said..."

"Hmm..so how do we do ninja training? I have no clue how they trained..."

((Imagine Will doing a slightly mocking impersonation of Hai's voice.))
"When you're concerned about how ninja actually trained...that moves it beyond the sphere of play."

[RangerCado]

"How we pway?"

[GreatWyrmGold]

"How do you play which, Meme?"

[ragnarok97071]

Scene 1: Resto do Anjo Institution for the Mentally Disturbed
A girl crouches in the corner of a padded room, alone but for herself and the myriad voices inside her head. She suffers, day in and out, uncontrollable emotion and unignorable voices assailing her, even in her sleep.
I want to die. Look. Heaven. “Butterfly”. What? Huh? Me. Wall. Bed. 3 times- no. where’s the nurse? That poster is ugly. What. I like pizza. The… The nurse should die. I hate bikinis. I hate God. I love me. I hate me. What.  “Where”. Who’s that? No one. Oh. The wall is still. “The room is still.” Are they yelling outside again? Yeeah. I should shut them up. No. “Wrong.” But. I want to. [REDACTED]. No. Yes. No. Yes. No. Yes. Babel 17. Maybe.  Shut up…”SHUTUPSHUTUPSHUTUPSHUTUP.” ...Go away.
All is still. Space and time are immaterial. The voices. The rage. The fear. the sights and sounds and everything around her is naught. Nothing but grey, eternal grey.  A voice rings. A voice of cold, calculating reason.
<Hark, Daughter of Eve. The Time has Come.
The time for Silence. The time for Wrath. The time to set Right what has gone Wrong.>
...wait, what? There’s nothing. This doesn’t make sense. It’s too calm. The voices...they went away. Who’s this? Where am I? What are you talking about?
<Hush, child. Urgency is not needed. This is a [moment/instant/fraction] of time immaterial. I am Dumah, Angel of the Blessed Silence. I am to offer you a deal, Daughter of Eve.>
...Is that true? …
Huh.
Tell me everything.
<You shall be free.
Your thoughts will be your own.
Your mind will be unfettered.
I need only a period of [service/Assistance/Alliance].>
..What do you need, and for how long?
<I require your body.>
…. I’m too young for that. I think.
<I do not require your sexual capability.
I require your capability as a Vessel of an Angel of the Lady of Creation.>
You want to… live in me? I… honestly find it hard to believe that a magnificent angel would dwell in a lowly mortal. A pitiful, raving lunatic at that.
<Transcendent beings cannot touch this world through will alone, lest it be burned to cinders. Thus, we act through [Hosts/Vessels/Intermediaries], to house our will as we dole out Holy Truth.>
Why me? And after you leave...what then? Will I be sane still? Would I just be dead by then?
<The period of interaction will be no more than a single [cycle/orbit/year] and a [rotation/midnight/day].>
...I said. Why me? Answer me, Dumah.
<Because the host must be willing, and you seek the Silence.>
<Fair enough. Do you swear to your God that nothing you have said is [false/lie/misleading/inaccurate]?>
<I swear upon the Sword of the Archangel, upon the Seat of Heaven Itself, and upon the name of the Creator, Shis’m Caes.>
<...I see. Well, it made more sense for God to be a maternal figure in the first place anyways.
I accept your deal.>
<Then speak aloud your name, and Mine. Accept me into your Essence that we may quit this place.>
….
….
……
……
…
She nods.
“I am Constanza Ruiz. I accept you, Dumah, Angel of Silence.”
The world fades to white as the Angel enters into her mind, her body, her soul, burning its brand upon her forehead as it joins with her. With a sound of chimes, she’d feel herself falling into oblivion as Dumah sets about making true his word.
In an instant, the Hospital is made unto dust, her form rising from it, changing, the shape of the Angel surrounding her human form. Three limbs spread outward from a massive central shape, an inverted pyramid which contains her form.
==There is one we must contact, in a country to the north. She was banished to this world in ages long past, as she chose to step aside when the Lightbringer rose his rebellion against the Mother of All. She will serve now, or we shall give unto her the Eternal Silence.==
Far away, across oceans and continents, a news story breaks, of a mental hospital that simply… vanished into thin air, and sightings of a strange behemoth standing over the crater that remained. They request any assistance that can be given, but none would come, for none lived to tell.


((tl;dr, OH SHIT A PLOT.))

[Sanure]

Yomiko is just standing near everybody remaining silent.

Sen hanging out in the living room reading a book with Atlas standing watch. He stares at everyone who enters and exits the living room.

[RangerCado]

"Da game?" Meme has no idea what to call it.

Selina is having a bubble bath, staying awake this time.

[Akroma]

<Anyways... can you help send Meme in so she can try the gear? Oh, and Hai as well once you are done arguing. Also, tell her that I'll make her something neat if she stop arguing.>

<Not until they're willing and ready to.>
"Hey, Kyle's bugging me about you two getting to his game. Don't indiscriminately apply stuff from that game to the real world, it's a game."

"Will, sometimes you are just incredibly dense. We are having fun. It's a *game*. Let's play ninja. A game pf pretend for us to have fun with Meme. It's more like a mix of hide-n-seek and tag. Nobody here is teaching anyone any kills.
Did you have no childhood or do you take everything at face value? Is police and robber giving her a training al law enforcement or at stealing stuff? Is playing a game of Cowboy and Indian teaching her the joys of genonocide? Stop taking everything at face value. For all the brains you have, you are immensely stupid sometimes."

"Ahem. Let me remind you of what you said..."

"Hmm..so how do we do ninja training? I have no clue how they trained..."

((Imagine Will doing a slightly mocking impersonation of Hai's voice.))
"When you're concerned about how ninja actually trained...that moves it beyond the sphere of play."

"You are literaly as dense as lead. What part of *game of pretend* don't you understand? The game had already begun at that point. Geez, you really have never played with children, have you? Let me translate it for you, because clearly you prefer to take everything I say while playing with a child at face value. "So, how do we play Ninja?". You were probably born after 20 years or pregnancy, and your baby toes were tax forms."

[GreatWyrmGold]

"The one on Kyle's server?"

[To: Yomiko] <Hi, Yomiko. I've noticed you hanging around me a few times. I was wondering if there was anything you wanted to talk about.>

"You are literaly as dense as lead. What part of *game of pretend* don't you understand? The game had already begun at that point. Geez, you really have never played with children, have you? Let me translate it for you, because clearly you prefer to take everything I say while playing with a child at face value. "So, how do we play Ninja?". You were probably born after 20 years or pregnancy, and your baby toes were tax forms."

"Then why the hell did you need to know how they trained?"
((You really can't blame Will for this one.))

[Sanure]

Sen orders Atlas to grab the remote and turn on the tv to the news. He does so without complaint.

Yomiko is watching Hainuwele's maneuver gear with awe. She doesn't reply to Will due to no bracelet.

[RangerCado]

Meme nods.