Not You Again!!!

[Eisa Nimbus]

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Gingerly stepping down the boarding ramp of a large cargo freighter, a slight hooded female figure scanned over her surroundings making sure that the coast was clear, before edging herself clear from the ship and slipping silently out of view from any eyes that might bring about some unwarranted attention. Ducking down behind a stack of durasteel crates, the young woman took one final look of the ship that she had aboard whilst it was docked at Nar Shaddaa, before channeling the Force into her body and ran towards the duracrete walls that surrounded the landing bay, kicking off the ground and using her boosted speed to scramble up and over the 10 foot wall as if it were part of an obstacle course.

Once she was over the wall, the young teen took a quick cursory look around her before setting off along the wide open streets that allowed speeder trucks to convey cargo to and from the star port. As the young female paced along the street leading towards a large city, thoughts started to trace back of the journey from Nar Shaddaa, and the fun that she had caused whilst stowed away aboard the large cargo ship. The sounds of arguments ringing out through the deck halls, with multiple voices accusing the other of helping themselves to their meal, beverage, hell even property. All of them completely unaware of an unofficial passenger who was able to creep through the crawl spaces between decks completely undetected, helping herself to whatever took her fancy.

As the young girl drew closer to the edge of the large city before her, she took in her surroundings with an air of familiarity, various districts of the city reaching out in long narrow winding roads that were all separated by large rolling green pastures, coursing rivers, yet each node of the city all reached out into one central hub. The planet's capital city Bakura Prime, the teenagers home.

The planet's capital had been enjoying an unprecedented boom in its various trades and overall economy over the last two years, having for almost a decade been plagued by an elusive and erratic menace who had wrought chaos and anarchy across all nineteen of the capital city's sectors. The sudden disappearance of the perpetrator had brought much needed life into the planet that was on the verge of economic collapse through the continual failings of the planet's security forces to capture and put a stop to the crazed antics. It would perhaps soon be revealed that the local security forces had failed yet again, but like the planet at large, the Exiles were unaware of her whereabouts, bar one person who received a message in the middle of the night

Hi Abi, Gone Home! Please record My Little Bantha!​

As she entered the central hub of the city, Eisa's eyes narrowed in dismay. as she surveyed the sights, the walls, the roads, the windows even the fracking trees were intact! Everything was crisp, fresh and clean, not like the graffiti and partially scorched scene from a warzone that she had once remembered with great affection. Mostly because it was by her hand. Now it was all gone, it was all back to how dull and boring the planet had once been. But that changed before and no doubt it will once again. A wicked smirk crossed the teens features as she mused on the thought, seeing the upshot. The canvas was wiped clean so she can start again!

The thought brought a light skip the the girls step as she made her away from the center of the capital hub and now headed towards one of the industrial districts, that she knew would not have changed over the years. As she crossed the bridge that connected the capital hub to the former manufacturing sector, a wild grin held across her features as the condition of the bridge started to become increasingly ran down. Coming to a stop her eyes rested upon the scared and melted sections of asphalt with great affection. It was the sight of one of her first 'pranks' where under the cover of night she had placed several ion mines over the road surface. The next day the city awoke to thick plumes of smoke rising from the bridge, where during the early morning large fuel laden speeder haulers crossed the bridge and erupted into large fire balls as the mines detonated. The starting gun for the weeks of chaos that would plague the now abandoned manufacturing district.

The damaged caused to the bridge, rendered the district cut off for three weeks as recovery crews did all they could to initially contain the inferno that burned for almost 4 days straight, before they could try and recover the destroyed vehicles that had fused with the surface of the bridge's structure. Cutting off the district from any further aid and support, allowing it to fall into the chaos of the young teens personal playground. A gleeful chuckle escaped her lips as she entered the limits of the abandoned district, unlike the Capital hub, the area was exactly as she remembered it. Large blown out buildings standing still and lifeless, covered in a mixture of scorch marks, brightly coloured graffiti and various vines and greenery where nature had started to reclaim the area.

Excitement started to build as the Exile's loose cannon built up the speed of her movements into a brisk run, her wide emerald hued eyes gleaming with joy. Each mark, crater, even brightly coloured tag, brought back lots of fun memories. This was the place where it all began, and where so many of the planets populace had wished it ended. The city's governing body saw that the damage caused during the weeks where the fiery haired menace had ran amok completely unchallenged was to severe to try and restore, opting to abandon the district and rebuild in another location.

Yet unknown to the capitals governors the fate that had befell the manufacturing district was not an isolated incident, but the start of several years of chaos that would bring the capital city to the brink of collapse. At the hands of a single elusive red haired figure who would be seen laughing wildly as the security forces tried and failed to pursue her.

Slowing down to a broad skip, the teen could see her home drawing ever closer, a large white stone factory that stood roughly four storeys tall, the building's perimeter was surrounded by ring fencing, strewn with no trespassing signs. Ducking down as she lunged through a hole had been cut in the now rusted metal the teen made her way towards the building passing several large unopened shipping containers that flanked the goods shipping yard of the factory. With a well practiced lunge, the figure dived head first into a large circular shaft, letting out an excited weee! as she slid through the ventilation duct that would convey her into a the large cavernous fabrication hall.

With a dull whine the power systems of the hall sprang into life, the banks of high bay lighting igniting in almost near sequential order, flooding the dully lit hall with bright artificial light. Revealing a near endless assortment of run down machinery wrapped in twinkling string lights and tinsel, semi intact vehicles in varying conditions, walls covered in various brightly coloured crudely drawn pictures, large stockpiles of open weapons and ordinance crates and within the very center of the mess was a make shift wooden club house, Eisa's personal little corner of the Galaxy, herGalaxy stepping into the meagre wooden substructure her eyes scanned over the room with a broad smile, everything was still there, the scattered parts of weapons that she had tinkered with in the hope to make them have more 'pop', a large flickering holonet screen that had been 'found' just sitting on the side of a building in the heart of the commercial centre. To a large collection of faded and tattered bean bags built up against the wall that served as a bed.

@TheBrokenMadMan

 

[Abigail Nimbus]

Serenno
8 HOURS AGO
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Abigail stirred slowly in her bed, the hot sticky sheets clinging to her frame as she rolled around, trying to fend off the heat. Serenno was horrible for heat sometimes, it often felt like one massive heatwave had consumed the place, made her glad that she chose a place near the mountains while her home was getting sorted. Eventually, it became clear that whatever was keeping her awake wasn't in an accommodating mood, instead they just wanted her to roll around like a girl on fire until she was almost entirely tied down by her own sheets. Her eyes slid open, groggy from the fatigue and the heat trying to stuff itself into every damn air molecule around her, and she pulled her head up, looking lazily around her room. It took a minute to realize that the cause of her awakening wasn't the heat (though it wasn't helping her sleep either), it was a song. The jingle she had installed on her Data pad for when she got a specific message from a very feisty and destructive redhead. Immediately she scrambled to get to it as quickly as she could, snatching the Data pad from her floor and opening the file. The message was simple, concise, and yet, it was altogether terrifying and intriguing.
"Gone home?...ah kriff..." She muttered. Time for a rod trip.

Mood
Face/Clothes​

Bakura...Eisa's home planet. She had to admit, Abigail felt her connection to Eisa strengthen when she learned of this place, all the way out in wild space, so close to her own home, Lao Mon. It was a little surprising though, that there was so much information on this place, despite the fact that it was so far away. Then again, Eisa herself probably had something to do with it considering that the majority of the stories on the Holonet concerning Bakura were about the Red Menace, as she was so affectionately called here. She gingerly stepped off the crowded transport and pulled her coat together as the wind blasted over them, looking around for the nearest speeder service. From the few and far between stories she had heard, the beginning of her little spree was at the bridge connecting the main hub and the now abandoned manufacturing district.

Looking around as the speeder drove her, she couldn't help but notice how different the place was to it's pictures. All the graffiti was gone, no litter or wrecks, buildings looked pristine, and everyone walking around looked happy. You wouldn't have known that this place was plunging into the abyss a little under 3 years ago, a city brought to it's knees because of one little girl. It was only when they came to the bridge that Abigail saw something resembling the photos, and even they paled to what she saw. It was like a grim work of art, the Duracrete and Durasteel structures ripped and rended to their foundations, as if swatted by some great force of nature. The wrecks and aftermath still remained, like some black mark, a reminder of their sufferings. She strolled through the destruction, pausing only at the gaps and chasms separating the sections of bridge, itself looking ready to fully collapse. She looked down next to her as she came to a truck wreck, seeing the soot encrusted outline of some poor sod that probably didn't have the fortune to die in the initial blast, with only enough strength to drag himself out of the van and die in the dirt.

Even Abigail felt a little shook as she leapt and soared across each metres long gap and found the destruction laid before her. Was Eisa truly capable of this? Yeah, sure, the teenage girl she had talked to was certainly capable of blowing things up and laying waste to buildings, but this...this wasn't just destroying a building or two, this was large scale demolition, a warzone, with bodies marking the slaughters that had ensued every time. When she finally crossed into the district, the scene before her was even worse. Buildings rotted and crumbled even after years of laying undisturbed, speeder wrecks and shipwrecks dotted the landscape, wrapped around lights and other ships/speeders. The bodies littered all the roads and streets, grey, rotting, dessicated and torn asunder, like dolls a bratty child had decided to rip to shreds because she didn't like them. Walking through the quiet desolated silence of it all, Abigail knew every fancy metaphor and flowery comparison all tied back to her little Eisa.

She couldn't have been older than 10 when she did all this, and even if she didn't kill them herself, it was her terrorizing this place that led to the district sized morgue in front of her. This was the Red Menace, the Bakura Massacre, as the person and the event were called. The most disturbing thing about this was probably the fact that, if this was Eisa (well, the Eisa she knew), then she probably saw the wanton death and violence as a game, and a fun one evidently. She could feel her now, in the distance, faint but there, on the fringes of the district. She approached the factory, casually ripping the chain lock away with the Force enhancing her strength and pushing the gate open, the screeching and scraping howl the gate let out announcing her arrival. She wasn't in an overly fancy mood right now, so she ignored the chute in favor of the front door, stepping inside quietly, the only indicator of her presence apart from the gate being the *click-clack* of her red heels.

It wasn't long before she found Eisa, playing away as if she were just another normal kid in kindergarten, but Abigail knew full well that she was anything but. She didn't look at Eisa with fear, she never had, she had nothing to fear from her, but the show and no tell had made the curiosity and worry in her face much clearer than it ever had been before. She loved this kid, she had spent long nights watching the vids and playing games with her, and here she was, in the middle of a mural, a monument to how much death she could bring to the world, smiling away like she always did. "Hell of a playground out there," She said softly, looking her up and down. She would know it was her, even without the red eyes, who else would come here?

 

[Eisa Nimbus]

MOOD​

The young teen figure continued to lay with her back strewn across the worn and aged bean bags, her hands holding the holopad up in front of her as the sound of high heals clicking across the cold concrete floor drew closer, coming to a stop within the crude wooden shack that served as a makeshift living space. Eisa could feel by the presence who it was, then again it was only likely that one person knew her whereabouts. Coupled with the fact that no one on the planet would even willingly dare set foot in the abandoned district, partly out of respect for disturbing the graves of those who had the misfortune of being caught up in the series of games, but mostly out of fear that some stray remnant of the young girl's past activities currently lay dormant waiting for some hapless passer by to set off.

For the district to have reached such a dark and foreboding presence that no one would even dare set foot within its limits, yet alone make the most determined and grizzled scavenger immediately think twice and turn back to safety, didn't even register as being any sense of achievement for the young Exile. Eisa through her childlike mindset saw it like being given the biggest room in the house by her parents, a room where she was free to do as what ever she pleased!

As the approaching footsteps came to a halt, and a familiar voice spoke out, the young teen slowly arched her head upwards, turning her gaze away from the brightly flashing images dancing on the screen, her gaze shifting to fall upon the upside down vision of her Bestest Friend, eyes narrowing briefly more out of confusion, she sounded like Abigail, she felt like Abigail, but she didn't look like Abigail! Well not the version she had become so accustomed to seeing, her hair and eyes were different. A tense silence fell upon the pair as the gears in her mind grinded away in overtime as she processed what she was seeing and not seeing at the same time.

The flat emotionless look over the teens features held for a few moments longer, before a sudden wild grin flooded her features, her cold emerald eyes returning to the more familiar bright look of youthful exuberance. A light chuckle escaped her lips as she looked over her friend. "I know right?" she responded lightly, again like always missing the point being raised! For her friend to have walked through such a tableau that would make even the most seasoned of soldier's stomach turn and comment in such away to anyone with a sense of sanity or yet alone the basic grasps of reality would know what the older woman had meant by her words.

"They didn't want the place" she added whilst she rocked her head from side to side, before placing her holopad off to her side. Her words conveying part of the truth, the initial destruction caused by her initial acts in the wake of her appearance to the public's eye forced the the planet's government to declare a state of emergency and render the district off limits. "so I decided to play here" she continued before rolling haphazardly onto her front, propping her head up with her hands.

Her legs started to swing back and forth as if she was paddling her feet at the pools side, as her childlike gaze panned away from Abigail over onto the wall behind the woman. Eisa's eyes scanning over the various drawings, and city maps that were hung precariously over, depicting crude childish drawings of the district, in various states some showing how everything was before the ' massacre' whilst the newer ones represented areas in their current state as they were outside. "But they thought it was someone else who was coming up with the games" she continued to speak as her eyes panned over towards pictures that were more likened to the capital district, her expression visibly souring as she spoke the words. "So i thought they might want to join in with my fun" she added, the wild expression returning to her features.

 

[Abigail Nimbus]

Abigail honestly had no idea what to think of any of this at all. Just trying to wrap her head around all of this was a challenge, but hearing the words that came out of Eisa's mouth? How she said them? Did she not understand what it was she was doing?? Abigail let out a hard sigh as her fingers ran through her hair, confusion and exasperation etched into her facial features as she tried to figure things out. She shuffled over to one of the bean bags and collapsed into it like a sack of potatoes, her eyes wandering over to Eisa, just sitting there like a kid waiting for a lollypop. She couldn't help but just weakly smile at her, remembering just how darn cute she was when they first met at Junction, the fun they had on Serenno, eating Ice-Cream, laying on the couch together and watching My Little Bantha, the hugs and the games...and now this. How the hell can such a cute baby be so...murderous and evil.

In her mind's eye, Abigail saw Eisa change and warp into something new, but all too familiar. She was staring at herself, just after escaping the hospital, broken and alone, a white gown splattered with crimson droplets. She lay on the bean bag, curled up, crying, just wanting the pain to stop, to just sleep. She wasn't quite sure how, but she could feel herself in Eisa, something that helped her relate. Eisa saw the world around her as a playground, and she had no concept of good or evil, operating on the base instincts of a child that wanted to enjoy herself because fun was all she had, it was everything, it was...it was a distraction. There was something in her little girl, a sadness or a longing that she couldn't even see...maybe she could bring it out.

This was truly the end times. Abigail Nimbus: Cannibal, Murderer, Dark Sider, and Torturer, trying to teach someone about right and wrong. This was kriffing crazy, she had no idea how to talk to a kid, let alone have the Birds and the Banthas talk with them...but she had gotten along with Eisa well enough, maybe she could actually help get through to her. She stood and walked over to her, plopping her buttocks down on the bean bag next to her as she laced her fingers in with Eisa's.
"Ok honey, I think we need to have some serious talk right now," She stated softly, but trying to still sound firm enough that she listened. Right now, she was afraid that Eisa wouldn't see this for what it is and just pass it off as another game, but she was hopeful that wouldn't happen. For familiarity's sake, she shifted back to her regular form, smiling at her with what she hoped to be motherly affection.

 

[Eisa Nimbus]

Tilting her head out of curiosity, a slight twitch in her eyes as she regarded her friend who seemed to be lost in thought over something. Abi didn't seem to be her usual self for some reason, perhaps it was because Abigail's 'new look' it meant that she would act differently? The young fiery haired teen contemplated as she watched 'Abi' move about, her eyes narrowing as she could see a tear form in the corner of Abigail's eye, perhaps this version of her friend was the sad one! she mused, as she started to pick up the pieces from various different puzzles within her mind and hammering them in place, recalling that Abi's eyes were like this at her mom's funeral, and coming to the conclusion it was the sad Abigail.

Slowly as Abilgail walked over to where she laying before slumping down onto the bean bag beside her, the bemused look on Eisa's face softened as Abigail started to run her fingers through her hair. Like a moth to the flame, the young teen shuffled about so she could rest her head on her friend's lap. As Abigail spoke about having a serious talk, the look of confusion returned to the girl's features. "Is it why you are as Sad Abi?" she questioned as she shifted her head to look up at her friend's face, only to see her morph into the Abigail she knew.

To say that Eisa was now lost, would be a big understatement, almost on the scale of asking her to walk from her dormitory to the mess hall in the junction only to find that she ended up on Tatooine.

 

[Abigail Nimbus]

Abigail looked down at her friend as she plopped her head down on her lap, summoning another little weak smile at her antics. This was confusing, and awkward, to say the least, no matter what she said, Eisa just didn't seem to understand what she was saying. Was she really so mentally regressed that she would need to explain the whole thing as if she were 5 years old. Eisa's eyes seemed to glaze over, and she looked at Abigail agape when she shifted back, and all Abigail could do at the realization was sigh softly and whine softly. Eisa looked like a kicked puppy, and Abigail herself probably had the look of a parent whom has had enough of their kid's crap. She was going to have to explain this step by step to her, and she could do that (hopefully), but she had no idea where to begin.

Abigail's fingers glided up Eisa's neck and threaded through her hair, starting to stroke it thoughtfully as she made her mind up about what to say. She thought of Mom, and cast her mind back to the time they spent together after breaking out of the Asylum. She was the medical one in the family, and after finding her, she wanted to make sure that the Doctors hadn't inflicted any permanent damage to her mind or body. They would have little sessions together, talking and crying, followed by a breakthrough, then crying again. She had always talked about trying to find the root of Abigail's current mental state so she could try to fix the damage done...in the asylum, they always said they were trying to get to the 'root' of Abi's problems, and while she knew that they were just torturing her, perhaps there was some merit to be found in that idea.

She knew next to nothing about Eisa, barring her home planet and the actions she had committed here some years beforehand. Before that though? What was there? She wasn't born an explosion loving psychopath...was she? It was certainly possible that she grew up being unhinged, being born a psycho was something that could happen medically speaking. All the same, Abigail felt that something more down to corellia was involved here, something personal and heartbreaking that her childlike mind just couldn't cope with. She exhaled softly and looked back down at Eisa, her eyes snapping out of their thoughtful journey to lock with hers. Looking at her now, so innocent and blissfully unaware of what was going on, it was...it was utterly adorable. She seeing her right now was starting to bring a wide smile to Abigail's face, full of light and happiness as she kept on stroking her hair.
"Ok, let me explain," She started, trying to hide the little hints of bursting at the seams laughter she could barely contain. "First off, I'm a shapeshifter, I can change my face to look like someone else and I can change my body to be tall, short, fat, thin...I can be almost anyone or anything I want...except Hutts, they're big and slimy."

Now came the hard part. Abigail steeled herself, she knew Eisa might not like this question so she had to be prepared to swim against the tide here. "Eisa, if you don't mind me asking...why is it always playtime for you?"

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[Eisa Nimbus]

Queitly she lay in awe as she listened to Abi explain about her being a shape shifter, her eyes widening in wonder her friend spoke about being able to change her height, shape, face everything. A wild laugh escaped the teen's lips as Abi spoke about not wanting to turn into a Hutt because they were slimy. "And you can't have salt on your popcorn either!" she added in the middle of her laughter, whether there was any factual truth to the notion or not, the young teen reconed that because the Hutts where like giant slugs, they wouldn't like it if you approached them with a salt shaker.

Then after a tense moment, where Abigail seemed to momentarily dwell on her current thought before inquiring why it was always playtime? "I dunno" Eisa mumbled as she shrugged her shoulders, her eyes softening a little from the usual cheerful expression that was plastered over her face. "Daddy hasn't called me back in yet?" she added as she looked around her little den before looking back at her friend. "He said that was to go out and play whilst he was working" she added whilst she furrowed her brow trying to recall the commencement of her playtime, a good thirteen years ago.

The fact that during that morning she had wondered off to go exploring, went beyond her comprehension. The act of her wondering off and being subsequently unable to hear her dad call her back into the house, that lead into a panicked city wide search for a young six year old girl that lasted several long weeks before being called off and assuming that the worst had happened, despite all the while she had been within the abandoned factory the two were currently sitting within building her den and having fun with all the various odds and ends that were left within the factory.

"He probably doesn't think I've had enough fun yet" she spoke as her wild grin over her features softened, part of her rationalising that until she has had enough fun then perhaps her dad would at some point eventually call her back in, all the while blissfully unaware that technically she was considered dead!

 

[Abigail Nimbus]

Abigail had always enjoyed the faces people made when she explained her powers. There was something oddly...weird and satisfying about telling about something that, to you, came as naturally as breathing, but to them, was some kind of amazing superpower that they could only ever dream of having. As she explained it to Eisa though, something felt different. She still saw that same excitement in her eyes as the others, that sense of wonder and joy that could weave stories out of the smallest of things and turn a simple cup of water into an elaborate and gripping tale of survival and drama. Unlike other people though, Abigail didn't feel smugness or satisfaction at having something they didn't, rather, she just found herself trying to internalize it as quickly as she could. She memorized every curve, every etching of Eisa's face, they way her eyes were lit up and reflected against her bright hair. She wanted to savor the innocence and sweet oblivious nature of this damn cute little girl before she brought it crashing down.

Her answer to the question was something she had expected From Eisa's prepubescent mind. She had expected something small, full of horrifying or heartbreaking implications, but there was something about the way she said it that just smashed through all of Abgail's mental barriers and just touched her right in the soul. This girl was so warped and twisted by the world, obssessed with fire and death, but the girl herself was so sweet and happy and playful and sickeningly innocent too. At the end of the day, it all came down to one simple phrase...Daddy hasn't called me back in yet. At once, she could feel the tears welling up in her eyes, she couldn't stop them, but all the same, she kept stroking Eisa's hair, trying to keep the fire headed lass calm while she broke down. She normally wasn't empathetic, she wouldn't have been alive now if she was, but she had also never had a friend before, and she could say without any doubt now that Eisa was her friend. She felt it all hit her at once: the initial happiness of the play, the boredom growing in the back of her mind, the curiosity about the world around her...the loneliness, washed away by distraction after distraction so that she didn't need to think about it any more than was needed.

She sniffled noisily, taking out a handkerchief and wiping away her tears. "Um...Eisa, I am so sorry baby, really I am," She started, her face falling further than it had before. It tore her in two to say this to her, because she would need to sit there and watch the anger or denial in her face, and she didn't want to do that. She wanted to hug her and hold her and tell her everything is gonna be ok, but Eisa didn't want that. She wanted her Daddy, and now Abigail was going to have to shatter the shield she had placed around herself. "I...I don't think your Dad is going to call you back...I think he's gone away and...I do-I don't think he's coming back."

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[Eisa Nimbus]

Watching as tears started to form in Abigail's eyes, a look of confusion spread over he face, not quite grasping the gravity of her own words, the child like innocence in her mind not allowing her to fully comprehend that after thirteen years, perhaps that call from her dad would never be heard. But then those words came from her friend telling her at first that she was sorry, forcing the young teen to raise her eyebrows at first, it was the first time any one had said that they were worry to her, without but your not allowed in following afterwards.

Then came the rest, like a hammer blow to a glass counter top, Abigail didin't think that she was ever going to hear her Dad call her back home, that he had gone away or wasn't coming back, the innocent look of confusion over the young girls face twisted a little as she slowly tried to piece together what was meant by those words. "Why?" being the only shaky response that could escape the fiery haired teens lips as she slowly raised herself off of her friend's lap. Her face now a combination of bewilderment and sadness, as the young mind struggled to fashion out the reasoning why.

Perhaps there was some truth behind her friend's reasoning the young girl thought, why else would her dad wait so long before coming and telling her that it was time to come home, that it was time for bed, it was time for tea, anything! The sudden realisation was heart breaking to the young girl, who was now solemnly staring at the two aged pictures that had been cack handedly nailed to the wall beside the over sized advertising board that served as her TV screen.

Her emerald eyes staring at the two faded pictures one of her perhaps not much older than a toddler standing beside a tall man hunched down whilst he held the girls hands, the other one of the man with a female that she had never seen, but was told that she was her mother. Slowly Eisa lowered her gaze to the floor in front of her a few crystalline tears dropping down onto the fabric surface of the bean bags under her. "Was it because I killed mum when she was making me?" she asked Abigail, as she directed her tear soaked gaze to her friend.

Afterall Abigail was the one who in the young teen's eyes knew everything! Like a older sibling who was able to explain why the sky was a certain colour, why water flowed down wards, how things worked, the young teen saw Abigail as the font of all knowledge, and she seemed to know that her dad wasn't going to call her back somehow. "Is that why he doesn't want me back?" she added in between sobs.
@TheBrokenMadMan

 

[Abigail Nimbus]

Of course she asked why.

What little girl wouldn't ask why? Why is this happening? Why is my Mommy gone? When can I see her again? It was something no kid should ever have to got through, to know that their Mom or Dad won't hold them in their arms anymore, that they won't feel their warm touch or hear their voice or even see them. Abigail could see Eisa trying to wrap her head around things when she asked why, but her face had already told her that she already knew. Abigail braced herself and took another deep breath, trying to fight back the welling in her eyes.
"I, um...has he ever talked to you since the last time you saw him? Has he ever tried to find you? Have you seen him since he told you to go play?" She asked quietly. It absolutely tore her to pieces inside asking this, she felt more awkward and evil than ever doing this, but she knew that if she didn't then chances were Eisa would only get worse. She had to, for her own sake as well as the Eisa's and the Faction as a whole.

Abigail tried so hard to remain strong as she said the words, to hold back the tears, but she knew she was gonna cry, it was just a matter of when. She didn't quite expect to feel the beads dropping as she said it, she thought she was stronger than that, but apparently Eisa drew out a lot of emotions in her. The little one looked so confused as she told her that Dad probably isn't gonna come back, and that would've been bad enough, but Abigail saw the little things in her face too - the little signs that, deep underneath, Eisa probably knew this all along. The little girl began to crumble already under the thought alone, and Abigail immediately budged closer and put an arm around her, softly rubbing her shoulder as Eisa looked down.

She wasn't expecting the next question though, and that only made the tears intensify as Abigail just went for broke and wrapped her arms around Eisa in a motherly hug. Eisa's mother died in childbirth, her Dad abandoned her...it just...oh boy, this kid. She knew how sad she was getting, it was exactly how Abi herself felt not too long ago, but even then, she didn't know how to get through it, reconcile the emotions. She still didn't know how to deal with things like this, and that only annoyed her now because Eisa needed her, otherwise she wouldn't be asking her so much. The bairn was probably just looking to her to help make the growing pain stop, or just make sense, that was what she did when she saw something she didn't like. "I don't know, I am so sorry Eisa, I don't know why, but if he's left you out here for so long, then I think...I think he might not want you anymore."

In her mind, it was one of the worst possible things you could ever say to a child, but in all honesty, she couldn't think of anything else to say, she had locked up. Eisa wanted answers, and she wanted them now, and if she couldn't think of anything to say, then she would only get angry and annoyed. True, this might make her angry and annoyed too, but better to do something than nothing...right?

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[Eisa Nimbus]

Slowly she turned her gaze back down to the floor as Abigail spoke, questioning about whether she had any further contact with her Dad since she was sent out to play. Her eyebrows furrowing momentarily in thought before she sadly shook her head. “Nope last I saw of him had just finished my sketti and fish fingers” she spoke, as her head hung low, tears dropping away from her features “Once I finished lunch he said I could go out to play” she added with a deep long drawn out sniff

As Eisa continued to sit and stare into nothing ness, she tried to piece together her addled memories, trying to recall the occasions that she had passed by the house but all the time the doors where locked and the lights were off. “When ever I went home no one was there” she spoke as she slowly returned her tear soaked gaze back to her friend who was now wrapping her arm around her.

A light smile crossed her features as she nuzzled her head against the woman’s chest, like a child seeking comfort in her mother’s embrace, her arm slowly moving to hang around Abi’s waist as she tried to pull herself deeper into her friend’s embrace. The sounds of her sobbing being partially muffled out from the closeness of her head against her friend’s body.

As Abi apologised before swinging down her hard hitting conclusion on top of the shaken mind that until recently had been so full of playful exuberance and uncontrollable energy, Eisa’s fingers tightened as she physically flinched under the weight of the words. Her dad didn’t want her any more! Her young mind was now running in circles and down different streets all at once, waves of anger, sadness, fear and grief all hitting the teen at once, who was now becoming an emotional vortex of negativity, her light aura visibly darkening as the Force around her radiated her mental state.

“Like everyone else” she spoke amidst her sobs, her voice ringing sharp with a bitter tone. “My mentor didn’t want me, that’s why she dumped me at the Junction, the others don’t want me around, they all just disappear” she continued as she thought back to all the various occasions where she had just been left from one place to the next.

Burying her head deeper against Abigail’s chest, there was perhaps one more final question, she would ask of her best and seemingly only friend. But there was a deeply rooted hesitation now reining her back, out of fear that she would soon find herself back to how she was now coming to realise that she has been all alone for the last thirteen years. No the question needed to be asked! “Do you even want me?”

 

[Abigail Nimbus]

This kriffing sucked...as necessary as the whole thing was, Abigail's min was envisioning the whole thing like taking a sledge to Eisa's smiling and happy demeanor. It honestly felt like she was killing her little girl with each kriffing words. If there was any comfort to be drawn from this, it was the simple fact that Eisa was taking this a lot better than she was, and she hadn't pulled away from Abigail...yet. Hearing the specifics of what happened, in this brief moment, she couldn't help but feel the slightest pang of guilt in her bosom. How she described it? Just another day, to have gone so horribly that your life was forever destroyed...it reminded her of 'Dad', and how it probably felt on his side of things when he came home one day and found his beautiful children pecked and clawed and frozen in horror, Abigail kneeling among them, sating her appetite. It wasn't too long she felt it, after all, he was a horrible abusive wreck or a Father, but for that moment, she could see the other side of the chasm with crystal clarity.

Abigail felt her fists clench around Eisa's back as she talked about how the house was empty when she finally went back. The bastard never even bothered to stay there and wait, he couldn't even wait for his daughter!! He probably was waiting for her to leave so he ha one less 'disappointment' to worry about - the neglectful kark. Eisa seemed to feel her own pain alongside hers, almost immediately after, Abigail felt Eisa's warmth nuzzling deep into her chest, resting on her bosom like a pillow as she started to fully embrace her friend. Abigail just pulled her deeper into her arms, wrapping both around her back and holding tightly, not wanting to let go.

When Eisa heard the words, Abigail's summation, the blonde shapeshifter felt her darken, even without seeing it in the force. The room seemed to shake and rattle as Eisa's Dark Side poured through her, her body tightening it's grip around Abigail's body like a vice as she tried so hard not to scream, but she knew Eisa wanted to. Everything seemed to click into place for her after that, as she told about the things that she had gone through, the places where people had abandoned her, the people that couldn't handle her energy and nature. Then she heard the question straight from her lips, a logical conclusion to a domino effect of emotional cascades...the question that Abigail was so intensely dreading.

She thought back to when she first met Eisa at Junction, the girl having smacked her in the face moments prior. Perhaps it was due to her own upbringing, but she felt no hatred toward Eisa, no contempt or exasperation, not even a general sense of 'ok, this kid is wearing me out'. She just kinda snapped into place with her, she enjoyed hanging out with her, she enjoyed the laughs and the ice cream and the holonet vids and especially the playfighting (brief moments when Abi would get defensive aside). Abigail pulled Eisa on to her lap and wrapped the girl's legs around her as she softly nuzzled her hair.
"Yes...and I never wanna let you go," She whispered, with complete cold conviction in her voice.

 

[Eisa Nimbus]

A light flicker of a smile cross the young teen's features as she felt her friend pull her in closer, finding comfort and solace in the tight motherly embrace of her friend, the swelling currents of the Dark side that radiated from the young teen started to settle, however there were still tendrils of dark energy that snaked throughout the factory floor where the small wooden shack was crudely constructed. The anger, pain and hurt within the fiery haired teen had eased off from the small concentrated peak that formed within whilst she struggled to make sense of the heart breaking revelation.

Pulling her head away slightly as she felt Abi shift her body about to pull the young teen on her lap, a concerned look flashed over her eyes, the bright emerald hued eyes had already started to darken into a pair of highly polished black onyx orbs, brought about from the darkness that had flooded through her system, in her shaky emotional state she was not quite sure what the expect, was Abi getting ready to push her aside like so many had appeared to have done, or was she simply adjusting herself. Nothing had been said in response to the question posed to her friend, all Eisa could do was screw up her face as if she was preemptively anticipating another blow to be swung down on her.

As she felt her legs getting pulled over Abigail's lap and being pulled in closer, the sudden spike of worry eased off at a slight trickle before crashing off the edge of the cliff and out of her mind completely as she felt the blonde woman nuzzle into her hair as she held her tight, a light smile crossed the young girls face as she heard Abigail whisper out her answer. "You Promise?" Eisa spoke, her voice still trembling from the ever present sobbing that emanated from the teen.

Her hand moving to reach up to Abigail's upper arm before slowly her fingers wrapped around it, partly for not wanting to let go and loose her friend but mostly for reassurance that she had heard Abigail's whispered pledge to her correctly, as if it were a dream and not wanting to let go. Yet despite the hold she had on her friend's arm it wasn't enough, the teen sound found her other arm working its way around Abigail's back, swiftly followed by the one that had just been holding on the arm, the young teen's hands meeting at the middle of the woman's back "You Promise? You won't abandon me?" she murmured, once again, almost as if she was desperate to hear it once again that her friend would forever be with her. Unlike the others, unlike her dad.

 

[Abigail Nimbus]

Abigail was careful not to make it look like she was going to do anything bad to Eisa as she moved and adjusted the little one's position. She was in a rough place, rough as one could get, she didn't want to do anything that would set her off and ruin what she was trying to do. With Eisa firmly clamped around the young Shi'ido, Abigail drew the Force into her focusing it all beneath her feet as she bent down slightly. Abigail softly kicked off the ground, and the two began to rise up, levitating up up and away before coming to a halt between the roof and the floor. She slid her hand up Eisa's head, her fingers threading through her hair, and Abigail pulled her in before planting a tender kiss on her forehead.
"Never will I ever leave you alone" She whispered softly into her ear, "...though I wasn't being literal when I said I never wanted you to let go, cuz ya know, I kinda need to move."

She couldn't suppress a giggle at her words, hoping that the light hearted comment might lift Eisa's spirits a little. Abigail hated seeing her like this after only 2 seconds, for it to go on this long was a nightmare, so perhaps now was the time to start bringing a little levity back to her, hence the floating - Eisa always loved the swings.

 

[Eisa Nimbus]

Opening her eyes as she could feel the strange tingling sensation of the Force touch upon the fine hairs of her skin, her hold tightening in on the woman, expecting the worse was yet to some. Slowly the narrow slits of her emerald hued eyes widened as she saw the bean bags beneath her and Abi slowly move into the near distance. Quietly she studied what was going on, bemused over the fact that she did not feel the slightest trace of movement in her friend's body, yet some how they were gradually raising off of their perch.

Her spell of bemusement was pulled away from the fact that they were hovering as she could feel Abi place a soft affectionate kiss on the young teen's forehead, before whispering that she would never abandon her. A warm smile crossed the young teen's features as she looked up at her friend, the tear stained black onyx orbs that had earlier dominated the natural state of her eyes had gone, leaving her bright emerald hued eyes, that looked deeply into her friend's own eyes. Slowly she raised a hand up Abi's back and gently traced her fingers on the nape of the woman's neck before easing her head up to place an affectionate kiss on her friend's cheek "Thank you Abi!" Eisa whispered, before chuckling lightly at Abi's comment about her need to move.

Resting the side of her head against her friend's shoulder, maintaining a upwards look towards the side of Abigail's face, "Yeah! We won't be able to do play time like this" Eisa spoke lightly, almost instantaneously returning back to her usual childhood demeanor. "Or get ice cream" she added, with a slight pout to her features as she mused on the ramifications of being permanently held by her best-est friend.

Picking her head up as a tune started to emanate from the older woman's handbag her gaze panning around her little home to trace the source of the noise. "Abi!" Eisa whispered as she looked around. "I think your comm's device is going off" she added as she returned her head back to Abi's shoulder taking in one last moment of their cuddle time before suddenly springing off of her friend to be helpful and fetch the woman's handbag for her.

Handing the bag to her friend, Eisa shifted her attention back to the various parts of weaponry that was scattered around the floor. Letting Abigail tend to her phone call in peace.

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