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[hasspecialneeds.livejournal.com]

[It's Flandre! She's been gone for a while.]

[Is that blood.]

I don't want anyone else getting in my way, okay?

I'm going to do whatever I want now. I'll play outside until I feel like stopping.

Not even my sister can stop me.

[If you look closely, in the background of the mirror, you might notice that there's someone else there... no, not exactly a person.

A body.]


[[OOC: Advance warning, we DO have plans for who's going to be resolving this plot thread! So, reacting is OK, heading out to look for her is OK, but dibs has been called on who the first ones to find her wil be. Thank you!]]

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[hasspecialneeds.livejournal.com]

I don't mind. I have new toys everywhere I look.

[mutation_is_great]

And suppose you run out of toys because you keep breaking them?

[hasspecialneeds.livejournal.com]

I can't run out. There's so many things to play with here, I could break toys for a hundred years and not run out.

[mutation_is_great]

You remind me of a certain butterfly. Formed from Chaos, it knew no rules of mortals or gods and would dance with people until they fell into pieces. One day it found a particularly fun dancer, but once the dance was over it wished to dance again. This was impossible. Never again would that dancer dance.

The butterfly did not understand until much later, and I do not know if you will understand this either. But if you cannot, I can only hope someone stops you. There is a great difference between the freedom to go outside and the freedom to break people. The former is one you should have, but the latter no one should have.