two paths with one destination [Nikki]

[Lydian Nicos]

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Nikki || alright TAKE TWO

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A world where she didn't have to go out each day and kill someone. It felt like a really, really, really realistic dream. But Lydian didn't have dreams this realistic and most of them were nightmares to boot. Usually about pulling the trigger and slitting someone's throat with a golden dagger she used to own. There was oh-so-much blood in those nightmares with people screaming and coming after her because she had made those mistakes. Taken lives without so much as a second thought for the families or the lives she had been destroying. Each breath she inhaled was another lot of guilt landing on her conscience. Whenever she closed her eyes those images still haunted her. Maybe it was just in her head but... that was why she'd run away.[break][break]

Jeezus she really had some issues.[break][break]

Sighing, her eyes fluttered open to see the streets ahead of her. They were chaotic, but friendly. Like everything that her life hadn't been before. Still wasn't. There was no escaping what she'd done, even here on Tomodachi Island. Even though she refused to do anything that might hurt people, Lydian had become a member of the Omega Five. The best hacker they'd ever have if she did say so herself. Actually she'd dared them to find a better one when she first arrived. That confidence probably got her the job so maybe it wasn't something she should be proud of. Still. [break][break]

"OKAY! THAT'S ENOUGH!" She yelled at no one in particular. It was time to stop moping. Yeah she'd messed up. Big deal. If those victims came back to haunt her memories, so what? Right now what was important was getting back on her feet and focusing on what she'd been given. A second chance. A job. Peace. Or at least better than being on the run from a dangerous revolutionary group which was already better than her situation had been.[break][break]

With that she began walking along the streets. Or at least she tried to until her gaze settled on one particular person. Someone she recognized and that recognition filled her with fear. A foreign feeling to her until she had left the revolution, only it seemed like there was no escaping it here in this world. Because that person. The one right in front of her. That guy had to be a revolutionist. Somehow Doctor X had found her, come to kill her. This was what her fear had gotten her. She had to run. She had to get out of here.[break][break]

But how?[break][break]

A drop of sweat dripped off her nose as Lydian found herself frozen on the sport, staring at the man. Whatever happened next, she still had her fighting skills. If it came down to a fight then she could at least by herself some time to think of something then get home as quickly as possible.[break][break]

If she believed in god then she would be praying with all her might right now.

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[Nikki]

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[attr="class","nikkipostlyric"]TWISTED[break]TRANSISTOR

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[attr="class","nikkipostlyric3"]HEY YOU, HEY YOU: FINALLY YOU GET IT. THE WORLD AIN'T FAIR

[attr="class","nikkipostlyrics4"]EAT YOU IF YOU LET IT, AND AS YOUR TEARS FALL ON, YOU'RE IN A MESS

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There were an infinite number of realities out there. String theories, parallel universes, anything of the like: He hadn't believed in them for a second before coming to the island, had barely even heard of them before his departure from Seattle, but if Tomodachi had done nothing else, it had taught him wrong. There were things out there that abided by temporal and physical laws that were beyond his comprehensions, and billions more that were functionally identical to the home he had come from save for one insignificant difference. Morgan Freeman ate Lucky Charms one morning instead of a waffle, and the universe as they knew it immediately splintered. For as many as there were that were so close, though, there were infinitely more that were so drastically different. The chances of him running into people he knew were so astronomically low that it shouldn't have happened at all – and yet there was Mary, the woman he had loved until she died because of his impact on her life, and Aggie, who had known him in another life well enough to consider him her closest friend. Worse than those, however, there was Emilio, someone from some disgusting revolution that had somehow persisted even after the him of that universe had succumbed to grief over the loss of Mary and left the Operation in chains. He didn't know Emilio personally, but Emilio knew him well enough to want him dead for his so-called betrayal. How many others like that violent man were there out there? Slaves to the Doctor that had yet to see that they were being played for fools, made into body bags, scapegoats for whatever the man in the chair was finally asked to pay for his crimes? And the wicked Doctor himself – he was out there, billions of versions of him, some kinder, some crueler, but all of them identical to his core. (If only he could find one, just one, squeeze the life out of his throat with his own shaking hands, maybe he wouldn't have to feel the guilt as badly as he did now.) Fate dictated that it was only a matter of time before one of them showed up, another member of the operation or the corrupt man at its head. What he hadn't been prepared for was one of them showing up so soon.[break][break]

Grocery bags held in clenched fists fell to the ground the moment he saw her across the way, potatoes scattering everywhere, a milk jug tipped on its side. She'd seen him first, he knew; it was made obvious in the way she stared at him across the way with wide, terrified eyes. A deer caught in the headlights of a car? No, that couldn't be. He was the one in danger here. He was the dissenter, and deserter, the traitor. She had to have known it was him, too. If there was a person in the revolution who's name got around, it was the revolution's prime hitman, it's poster child. “Look at him,” Doctor X would say in anything but words, “a boy raised from up from nothing, molded into a perfect killing machine.” Anyone could be anything had been the unspoken motto – hobos turned spies, dropouts turned assassins – and no ones success story was quite as touching and miraculous as his own. Because he was X's favorite. (If he really was X's favorite and still meant so little to him in the end, then what did everyone else from Operation: Mindcrime mean to their silver-tongued savior?) It begged the question of how they all reacted when he, the favorite child, the success story to beat them all left. His towel must have left red marked when he threw it in once and for all. It wasn't something that could have been covered up. With the loss of activity, it could be assumed that the Operation had simply crumpled after he was taken into police custody – but then again, nothing was very clear during his stay at the state psychiatric ward, and his memory of his time there and what came before was... fuzzy, more often than not. This woman, this doer of evil must have hated him for it. If not for betraying their god, then for potentially bringing the whole effort down to its knees when his mind had shattered into a thousand tiny pieces. Surely, she'd want him dead, too, just like Emilio. But this time, he knew the person he was looking at. Libby? Lyra? The name didn't matter. He knew who she was, and he knew what she'd do if he let her – so he didn't.[break][break]

Sorry, Homura, he thought, well aware of the trouble he was causing her with one simple act alone. The peoples' memories could be erased, though, and replaced. His life could not. His Berreta glinted with a familiarity in the sunlight, its barrel aimed straight for a person who would surely want him dead, and the sounds of screaming and pandemonium at the sight of a fire arm in plain sight was quick to follow its reveal. “Move,” he told Lydian from across the way, “and I'll shoot.” He considered making a threat of show and telling her that he'd shoot her if he could hit or any random denizen from the crowd if he couldn't, but this was a member of Mindcrime he was talking to. All she had in mind, he had to bet, was survival and revenge.[break][break]

“Alright, spill it – I wanna know. Why the hell are you and that bowlcut guy after me? Killing me ain't gonna change anything, an' it sure as hell ain't gonna make you feel better about losing the Operation!”

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insert audio clip of homura groaning from halfway across the island because nikki's pulling out a gun in public again, does this man have no brain in between his ears? anywho, let's get these mindcrime deserters a-rollin'. 8 D

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Nikki || you and your guns Nikki ;;

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Shit. This wasn't just anyone, this was Nikki. She'd heard rumors of him, but never actually gotten to meet the guy. The figurehead for the revolution... this wasn't good. For a group like the revolutionists she'd run from a figurehead wasn't just that. They'd be able to fight and kill with absolute precision and accuracy. Lydian's eyes would dart to each shop, each walking figure, each possible escape route. But there was nothing. Zilch. Nada. Her only option was to make a run from it and thanks to experience with other revolutionist encounters? Like hell she was faster than him. Yet he had a more dramatic reaction than she did... did he know her? Like that was possible. Then again there might've been times when they'd walked past each other... couldn't there be? No. What the heck was she thinking. She was the one in danger here, not him![break][break]

Her suspicions about being in danger? Yeah pretty much confirmed when the guy pointed a gun at her head.[break][break]

Gritting her teeth, Lydian would realize that her position was hopeless. If there was no chance of her getting away before then it would be instant death to attempt some crazy stunt now. Even with her training as an assassin, it was obvious that the bullet would move faster than she could even if she moved at that very moment to try and give herself a head start. Geezus he could've at least given her a fighting chance to live. No this wasn't the time for joking around. From the look in his eye, he meant to kill her. Or at least he would kill her if she went against anything that he said. Putting a smirk on her face the blonde would raise her hands above her head, trying to show that she surrendered. Or at least that she didn't want to fight. But then, neither was she mentioning the knife she had hidden on her person.[break][break]

"Well you're not really giving me a choice are you...?" Maybe working on the whole 'don't flirt with death' concept hadn't been a useless proposition after all. Lydian could recall several times when her workmates had told her to get it under control, to stop being so damn impulsive. But no. No once again she was in a sticky situation that could easily lead to her death. Maybe this was how the people she had killed once felt. Like there was no way out. As thought their life was flashing before their eyes... which hers wasn't by the way. Nah she was going to make it home this evening one way or another... at least Lydian wasn't going to let her death be a sad one. [break][break]

Immediately after he - Nikki - started talking, her eyebrow shot up faster that a dragonfly on steroids. "You what?" Bowlcut guy? There was a bowlcut guy hanging around Tomodachi? Well even if there was she didn't have anything to do with him. Heck she hadn't eve seen a guy with a bowlcut and if she did there was no way she'd forget. Who even styled their hair that way these days? Didn't that go out of style years ago? Maybe the guy was trapped in the middle ages or just really, really liked the idea of being a squire. But back to the problem at hand because clearly this misunderstanding was a HUGE problemo. [break][break]

"Okay first off. I have no idea who you're talking about. Believe me if I ever associated with a guy who had a bowlcut... I'd know. And I don't so you're clearly jumping to conclusions. Second... the Operation was a bust? Seriously? That has to be the best news I've heard since 'you don't have to kill anyone but we'd love to use your hacking skills thanks'. So," Taking a gamble, she stood up but still made sure her hands were behind her head. If anything went wrong here her brain could be splattered along the wall behind her. "I think there's a bit of miscommunication happening because... I mean. Aren't you here to kill me? You're that figurehead for the guys from the revolution group aren't you. You kill deserters and stuff so... well you won't find a supporter of the Operation here. I was tried of kill people. Although I'm sure they'd all want me to pay for what I did so go ahead. Shoot."[break][break]

Taking a deep breath in, she held it and waited for the impact of a speeding bullet. This guy wasn't going to take any kind of shit which it why she just spilled the trust straight away. It was quite literally the only card she had left and it was her life card.

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