Amamiya Sakurako (
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[Video | Action to the Orchard]
[Amamiya appears in front of the mirror, sitting on her knees. She waits a moment before taking a deep breath and beginning to speak:]
I'm sorry to bore all of you with this, but I had to be sure it's gone. If it isn't, this could be the last you hear from me, and if that happens I'm sorry for dying in such a stupid way.
My name is Amamiya Sakurako, and I've been to the future.
[She cringes as though waiting for something bad to happen. When it doesn't, she straightens up, breathing a sigh of relief, and continues.]
I answered the wrong phone call, and got trapped in a game called Psyren. I was sent back and forth from the present to the future, a future where Japan is a desert wasteland inhabited only by monsters.
[Her voice starts to waver, but she presses on:]
I fought. I survived, sometimes by skill, sometimes by chance. Sometimes I was the only one who survived. I got stronger because I had to, not because I wanted to.
And I couldn't talk about it. If I so much as mentioned Psyren, or Nemesis Q, or the W.I.S.E. to anyone who wasn't part of the 'game', I would be killed instantly. Even here in the Gardens, it was the same thing.
[Okay yeah she's crying a little now.]
Until now. I can talk about it now, thanks to the Healer.
[She wipes her eyes and nose quickly on the back of her sleeve, covering it up.]
Thank you for your time. I just...had to tell my story, now that I could.
[She makes a gesture with her hand, and the video feed cuts off. Unseen to any watching over the Vine, she covers her mouth with her hand and cries real, powerful tears of joy and relief.]
I'm sorry to bore all of you with this, but I had to be sure it's gone. If it isn't, this could be the last you hear from me, and if that happens I'm sorry for dying in such a stupid way.
My name is Amamiya Sakurako, and I've been to the future.
[She cringes as though waiting for something bad to happen. When it doesn't, she straightens up, breathing a sigh of relief, and continues.]
I answered the wrong phone call, and got trapped in a game called Psyren. I was sent back and forth from the present to the future, a future where Japan is a desert wasteland inhabited only by monsters.
[Her voice starts to waver, but she presses on:]
I fought. I survived, sometimes by skill, sometimes by chance. Sometimes I was the only one who survived. I got stronger because I had to, not because I wanted to.
And I couldn't talk about it. If I so much as mentioned Psyren, or Nemesis Q, or the W.I.S.E. to anyone who wasn't part of the 'game', I would be killed instantly. Even here in the Gardens, it was the same thing.
[Okay yeah she's crying a little now.]
Until now. I can talk about it now, thanks to the Healer.
[She wipes her eyes and nose quickly on the back of her sleeve, covering it up.]
Thank you for your time. I just...had to tell my story, now that I could.
[She makes a gesture with her hand, and the video feed cuts off. Unseen to any watching over the Vine, she covers her mouth with her hand and cries real, powerful tears of joy and relief.]
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Oh, she's amazing! She'd been in Psyren for a long time before I had, so she showed me the ropes, and protected me and trained me to use my psi! She cool and pretty and so, so strong!
[Even before she got a little lesbian'ed by the Gardens, she may have had a little crush on Matsuri-sensei.]
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Really? It sounds like you were pretty fortunate to fall under that kind of mentor. I'd guess they'd be rather rare in a world like yours, huh?
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And then there were the WISE. They were people with those same cores. The people who bad destroyed the world, so they could remake it in their twisted image. They're naturally very powerful psychics, and those cores only make them stronger.
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