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[battlerinside.livejournal.com]

[It's the middle of the night and, much like Ted a few days before, a rather beat-up looking Rin is standing in front of DA SIGN, reading it to herself. She looks a bit battered and bruised, and her clothing is torn in places, but most telling is the rather old, worn-looking katana strapped, in saya, to her back. If that wasn't a clear enough sign that she wasn't 'normal', there's also the fact she's muttering to herself instead of, in typical Angry Rin fashion, screaming at the top of her lungs.]

Good to see some things never change, 'Rin' is a name to be loathed and hated... heh. Even in death I'm not free.

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[abandonedsearch.livejournal.com]

_{[here, have another sword-carrying Rin]}

I-it's... probably not quite that bad...

[battlerinside.livejournal.com]

[The silver hair throws her off. That voice sounds familiar, but not enough so that she recognizes you as another one of herself.]

Mm. It's as bad as they want it to be. Who am I to judge what other people think?

[abandonedsearch.livejournal.com]

As long as you're sure of yourself.

[battlerinside.livejournal.com]

[...Never. She was sure of everything in the world but that.]

Mm. So are you the gatekeeper to this twisted netherworld?

[abandonedsearch.livejournal.com]

-Aha!

No, no. I just live here. I'm not even the longest resident!

[battlerinside.livejournal.com]

....Longest? [Confused, Rin draws her katana and studies the blade as if it were a ruler.]

But you look like you're a -- [A pause as it sinks in and she realizes how close she was to shoving her foot in her mouth.] OH, You mean the one who has been here the longest. Figures that I'd misunderstand that. Sorry about that.

[abandonedsearch.livejournal.com]

_[chuckles]

It's fine. I -er- made quite a few mistakes myself coming here.

[battlerinside.livejournal.com]

[This girl seemed nice. That was the first, and biggest warning sign. Don't get too close to her, Rin, that just gives her an opening to stab you in the back.]

So who's in charge of the place?

[abandonedsearch.livejournal.com]

There's the local police chief, but she's mostly just to keep order. There's no real government or anything.

I... it's hard to explain...

[battlerinside.livejournal.com]

"Survive. Break free."

It's a way of life I've dealt with before.

[abandonedsearch.livejournal.com]

Well, at least that shouldn't be too much of a problem here. It's quiet.

[battlerinside.livejournal.com]

[Quiet? It's not possible that she went to... the /good/ afterlife, is it? No, of course not. She's still her.]

[abandonedsearch.livejournal.com]

And... um... about the being dead thing...

You wouldn't be the first. But don't worry, you're quite alive. Really. [shoulderpats]

It'll be alright now.

[battlerinside.livejournal.com]

Mn. [Shame. Apparently she's supposed to suffer longer.]

[abandonedsearch.livejournal.com]

There's no war here. Everyone will remain safe.

[battlerinside.livejournal.com]

No, I doubt they will. There wasn't any war back home, either.

[abandonedsearch.livejournal.com]

And yet you still died, didn't you?

My war is more personal. For as long as he cannot reach here, I will be content.

[battlerinside.livejournal.com]

...Yours is not the only personal war.

But there's no avoiding mine. It will follow me until I draw my last breath.

[abandonedsearch.livejournal.com]

...A war takes two, surely?

[battlerinside.livejournal.com]

Every person counts for three - 'me, myself and I'.

[abandonedsearch.livejournal.com]

...

You could let it go.

[justanimitator]

I-- I think it's a nice name!

[battlerinside.livejournal.com]

The name isn't the problem. It's the girl behind the name.

[justanimitator]

I don't k-- know why the sign says that, but all Rins are... are wonderful and smart and nice! So, please please don't worry, Rin-san!

[battlerinside.livejournal.com]

...I don't know where you're from, but no... you have the wrong view of things. The Rins where I come from are monsters. Pitiable beasts incapable of love compassion.

[She DOES know she's a Rin, right?]

[justanimitator]

[Does. not. compute.

Len will be silent for a long moment, his knee-jerk reaction to defend 'Rins' warring with the fact that he's incapable of saying someone-- especially a 'Rin'-- is wrong about something.

Finally--]

I-- I'm sure y-- you aren't like... like that, Rin-san...

[battlerinside.livejournal.com]

Mm.

[justanimitator]

...

[battlerinside.livejournal.com]

Tell me this, then, kid. If I'm not like that, how exactly do people I've never met in my life know me by name?

The only ways to get recognized like that are being famous or being infamous, and I've certainly never done anything respectable with myself.

[justanimitator]

B-- because there are other 'Rin' here? But... but they are nice! All of them! I mean, um... you!

...I-- I think it's 'famous'. Because of being a 'Vocaloid'!

[battlerinside.livejournal.com]

Mm. You're young yet. You'll understand when you're older.

And I'm afraid where I'm from, there's nothing that goes by the name "Vocaloid", so I guess I don't have that option, ne?

[justanimitator]

I... I don't know m-- much yet, but...

...

T-- there isn't?

[battlerinside.livejournal.com]

Nope. So I guess I'm not famous for being a Vocaloud.

[justanimitator]

I-- I meant... the... the name...

[battlerinside.livejournal.com]

Ah. Well, I guess the other Rins could be. I take it that's some sort of fancy name for a singer? If that's the case, I think you'd do a much better job than any of them, kiddo.

[And with that, Rin reaches down to fuzzle at teeny Imi's hair.]

[justanimitator]

R-- robots! Robots that sing! Or, um, programs.

Um... um... the others are better. They had concerts! And people knew... knew they were alive!

[blinks, then relaxes a bit. this sort of action has now become commonplace for him]

[battlerinside.livejournal.com]

[Why could she not help but d'aww over the kid. He's like a teeny baby kitten stumbling over itself and normally she hates that.]

You'll get there. You're just too shy right now. Too afraid.

[justanimitator]

[meow]

I-- it's just a lot... a lot to, um, learn...

[defender]

[somewhere from slightly to your right, on patrol]

This isn't hell, you know.

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[battlerinside.livejournal.com]

[Goddamn it. THAT VOICE.]

[battlerinside.livejournal.com]

[...wait. That voice was NOT IN HER HEAD. Almost reflexively, her hand goes to the katana and draws it, pointing it at Miku.]

If it's not hell, then why are you here? And don't pull that 'heaven' shit, either - we both know I don't deserve to go there.