Sakila

Dear Anonymous, Please stop trying to show off how much money you have. I'm not poor, okay? My parents like to be thrifty. They're aware of how much money they spend. It's not like they don't buy me a $600 dress because they can't. They don't buy it for me because it's a stupid investment. -Sakila ~~~ Dear Anonymous, You're probably the only person I can properly and honestly write off as "nice" so I want to ask you: Am I a good person? Truly? -A Doubtful Me

Sakila mentally hyperventilated. HOLY MOTHER OF ALL THAT IS GOOD, I HAVE NEVER BLUFFED LIKE THAT IN MY LIFE! The whole situation had been scaring the crap out of her. The family bloodlines, the status, everything! She had no clue what she'd been talking about. But it did keep her alive for a while. Operation "Engage the General in Conversation So As Not to Get Blasted" successful. She didn't know what to do now, sitting with Misaki in the backseat of Brent's van. "So," the voice from the front seat. "Mind telling me what the hell that was?" "Uh..." She looked at Brent's stern eyes reflected on the rear view mirror to Misaki's curious gaze to her lap. "I had... Reasons for not telling you all. Greyfield is—was my mother's brother." "Was?" Misaki questioned. "Mom's dead now." Let's leave it at that. "...How did you catch him?" "Uh, he trusted me, sir. Thought I'd spill some secrets." "Did you?" "No." She twisted her hands in her lap. "Good. We wouldn't want that, right?" "...No." The tension in the air grew thicker as the van drove on. "Sakila," Brent began, "You did well, tricking Greyfield. Now, we can find out where the missiles are being held." I could have told you that from the beginning. But she couldn't reveal everything, could she now? The pistol pushed against her ankle as she shifted her legs. "Oh, yeah," Misaki started. "We left the rest of them back there." "It's okay. Any of your partners are being picked up and taken to Battalion HQ for Greyfield's questioning," he explained. Sakila leaned her head against the window. What next? ... ... ... "We're here." She jolted upright when she heard that and yawned. Had she fallen asleep? Opening the door, she leaped to the ground and made her way to the building.

(@Chii-chan: Made it so that Mokou helped you out, you're conscious now, probably ready to fight by now. You're with Mokou.)

Desire Climax, Kamisama no Iutoori, and Kimi Shika Iranai The first two are pretty mature. And Kimi Shika Iranai's Akane is annoying. I wanted to punch her various times Edit: and Kimi Janakya Dame Nanda Edit2: and Nagetachou Strawberry Edit3: and Orange Edit4: and Ookami-heika no Hanayome

(I'm gonna stop here and wait for everyone else. Wouldn't be right after such a plot twist.)

"You think your men can just attack us?! Halt, all of you!" Sakila stepped forward between Petya's men and the 8th Battalion/Nubinelle Rebellion soldiers. An unconscious Greyfield was being taken into custody. "You...." She smirked. "You might have been his general. But I'm his niece! I'm the sole survivor of his bloodline! And so, my status is higher than yours." (Ah, and I didn't kill him, by the way. Probably against the rules or something. But Brent has him in Battalion custody. .........huh, betrayal, uncle incarcerated....Avatar, anyone?) (And I think my last post bent the rules a bit, eh? I dunno ^^")

Sakila walked back to the site to find Petya gone and Ash still on the ground. Running over, she found a familiar red-haired girl hunched over Sparrow. Sakila slid the pistol inside her right boot. "Mokou! The troops have arrived?" "Ah, Sakila! Why are you never at your post?" "Sorry, sorry!" She laughed. "What are you doing?" "Poor thing's taken a beating. I'm hoping I can try to help." "Ah, I see. Good luck with that." Around them, the sounds of supervising troops and evacuating villagers could be heard. After a while, Sparrow woke up. "Wha... The Gen'ral! Where is 'e?!" "Calm down!" Mokou forced the girl back down. "Sakila, I'll handle this. Go help out." "...Alright." She walked off, her pace a bit uncoordinated. The pistol pressed against her ankle made her shudder. Slowly, but surely, rain started to fall. For now, it was a nice enough drizzle, but the atmosphere foreshadowed that something worse was to come. She wished she'd had her usual outfit. She wished she could have the hood up to protect her head from the summer rain. She wished she knew what to do. There were so many factors in play. "Sakila!" The bald-headed man stood with an umbrella in front of her. "Uncle? I thought you were sending someone." "They were engaged in something else." Her uncle stood above her with the umbrella, shielding her from the rain. "So, where are the hostages, Sakila?" "In the rightmost cell underneath us." He grinned. "That's great! I'll get some of my m—" "Uncle. Why did you tell me to join the 8th Battalion?" "Huh? To find your parents, of course." "No.. Uncle, you've been telling me from the beginning that the 8th Battalion... was evil. That they were the reason my parents were gone. You told me to become an 8th because you said you needed information on their activities. And for these past years, I've lent you that information." "That's... that's true, Sakila. And now, we have a trump card, right? Those hostages. We can make the Battalion our pawns." "Incorrect. The Armed Forces have always been one step ahead of the Battalion. And that's because I infiltrated their organization. A double agent. But now, I'm having second thoughts..." Her uncle's face started to turn red. "What are you talking about, Sakila?! You dare to defy me?! After everything I've done for you?!" "I doubt you've done anything for me. You know, I recently discovered that my parents are under the supervision of the one who created the Inhibitor." "...T? Wh-what?! It can't be! It... it must be Brent! He must be working with T!"" "No, you're working with T! See, uncle? You'll believe anything I say. You can't help me, uncle. The only reason I put up with you all this time was because you were family. And now, you're of no use to me." With that, Sakila disappeared and sidestepped to right. Pulling a knife out of her purse, she pierced it into her uncle's back. A cry of anguish could be heard and then the man fell to the ground. She knew she'd only been able to succeed and not fall prey to his ability because he trusted her. "Goodbye, Uncle Greyfield." Taking out her phone, she called Brent. "Sir? Greyfield is down." Sakila waited and watched silently as troops surrounded her. One factor, down.

Be afraid. Be very afraid. LOL joking~! Not Hiya, Aries, nice to meetcha!! ^^ Get to know the forums a little bit, post around, make friends and have fun! And is that Miki?! \o/

Dear Anonymous, I truly love you, hun. I need you to know that. I'm terrible at those kinds of things. At cheering people up. At taking their mind off of things. I accidentally make insensitive comments and I just can't read the atmosphere. So when you called me back today, I honestly had zero idea what I was supposed to do. Was I supposed to say "Its okay to cry?" Or should I say "You have to be strong." I hope, oh do I really hope I did okay. I hope I was at least some sort of comfort. You were crying at first but then you laughed before we hung up. Is that a good thing? You thanked me for making you happier and I didn't know whether I should be conceited enough to say "You're welcome." Because was it really me? I feel like maybe... you comforted me. You made me feel like I didn't make a fool of myself while trying to be "the shoulder you can cry on." So thank you. We'll spend all of tomorrow on the verge of happiness. Love, Sakila

"That's all you want me to do?" "That's all, Sakila. I'll get one of my subordinates to help you later." "Alright, uncle." "Any word on your..." "No." She hung up. Sakila knocked on the door of the next house. "Excuse me," she said to the woman who opened it. "Yes?" It was a tired looking woman in an apron. She noticed a child playing in the background and the bump on the woman's stomach. Sakila cringed. "Um, I'm an 8th." She preented her official badge. "We're evacuating this area. We'd like you to gather your emergency belongings and head towards the south exit." The woman nodded and Sakila carried on to the next house. This time, a strong-looking man opened the door. The house contained only him and his slightly younger brother. She directed them towards the north pass. Sakila continued this, separating the strong and weak. She led the strong ones through the village at a fast pace. "Where are we going?" It was the neighbor of the pregnant woman who asked. "Er, we were thinking that some of you younger civilians could assist us until the rebels came. We just—" She was cut short by the sound of the voices of Armed Forces members. "That woman! I'll make her pay, if it's the last thing I do!" "Yeah, right! You were the first to run!" "Shaddup! That Sparrow! She thinks she can take me on, eh?! If only I'd been prepared then..." Yeah right, I bet she'd tear you limb from limb. There's a reason your boss is so cautious of her. She wondered where Sparrow was. Skirting around a building with her group, Sakila entered an underground tunnel. "What are we doing down here?" The same man from before. "Ambush," Sakila muttered. She led them through the labyrinth-like tunnels before opening a specific door and herding them in. It took them a while to realize it was a dead end, and by then, Sakila had already locked the door. "I'm really sorry," she said through the bars, "but I need you all to stay here. I'm sure you'll be fine. I only selected the hardiest candidates." With that, she made her way back to the surface. Gosh, where's that subordinate uncle promised me? As she climbed out of the secret tunnel, she found that someone else had joined the troops. General Petya. And ahead of him was Sparrow. Activating her ability, she sidled up to Petya's side and kicked the gun off target just as the general fired, leading it to hit a building and not Ash. "Oi, what the?!" The girl turned around and, seeing who it was, immediately got her game face on. Alright! Go Sparrow! (*cough cough* I hope this will make it up to Chii-chan at least a little bit. Sorry for forgetting ya >__<)

(Oh my gosh, I AM A HORRIBLE PERSON! I totally contradicted myself, didn't I?! Sparroooooooow!!!!!! I'm sorry!!!!! I am soooooo sooooo soooooooooooo sorry!! Can you ever forgive a total complete idiot like me?!)

(Has anyone ever noticed that the number 34 seems to be popping up more than once in IRL? xD) (Aww, and thank you everyone for keeping me involved in the matter even though I wasn't here. <3 will try to do the same.) ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ "Yep. 34th district... Yes, I know that it's not part of my—will you just get some people here?!... Know what? I am calling Brent right n—Finally! Thank you!... Yes. Get on it ASAP." Sakila hung up. Next, Brent. She had him on speed-dial and quickly rang him up. "Hello?... It's Sakila. Geez, check your Caller ID, sir... Oh, right. We've gotten word..." She told him what she knew before finding Misaki finished with speaking to Jackson. Tapping Misaki's shoulder, she asked, "Can I talk to Jackson for a minute?" Misaki alerted him before handing over the phone. "Hello? My name is Sakila. I'm a Rank Three 8th Battalion member who's in charge of the 33rd district, the destination of the previous battle." "Ah, yes. I see, what is it you'd like to speak about?" "Regarding some recent speculations Misaki, Vivi, and I came up with. We were hoping to discuss these with you and Brent and any other certain members you find important. At this moment, it's highly exclusive information." "Makes sense. The evacuation is our fist priority at this moment, though." "Of course. Both troops are on their way. Thank you." She handed the phone over to Misaki. "Thanks." "No prob." "Alright, let the evacuation begin. We should do whatever we can ourselves before help arrives." She spotted a short, grumbling, familiar figure walking past them with a keg of beer. Yanking him back by the back of his collar, Sakila ordered, "Listen up, squirt. Need ya to go back to the 33rd district. We're evacuating the people out of here." The boy nodded and headed off towards the restaurant. She turned back to her companions. "How about we split up?" "Alright, Veevs, good idea. Shall I take east?" Vivi shuddered. "I'll take the surrounding west area," said Misaki. "The south is less densely populated, so I'll take north. You realize we will only cover a short section of the district this way, right you two? Be effective." "On it, mastah!" Sakila ran off towards the east, pulling out her phone and texting her uncle's number. "What do you know about Armed Forces and explosives?" "A lot," came the reply.

(First it cuts off the post, then the loading messes up, then it double-posts so much later?! What is wrong with this thing?! Ugh, sorry.....)

"What'll ya have?" A short boy arrived with a notepad and pencil stuck behind his ear. "No, no, no," the boss repeated from behind the counter. "It's 'What would you like?'" "Uh, yeah. That. So?" "Can I have a strawberry parfait here? What do you guys want?" "Oh, hey, wait a sec, I know you!" Sakila peered at the boy before realization struck her. "I know you too! Didn't recognize you with formal waiter clothes on. You're that shrimp with the big mouth!" "And you're that sister with the disgusting appetite, under-eye circles, and useless personality!" "What are you doing?!" The manager yelled from behind the counter. You don't insult the customers!" The boy rolled his eyes and continued to take down orders. While Vivi and Misaki gave their orders, Sakila thought about the discussion from earlier. Brain control, huh? Wait a second. So if it's brain control that was preventing us from using our powers, does that mean the Inhibitor has a different function? T wouldn't need the Inhibitor to block our abilities if that was the function of his. So maybe, the Inbibitor is... an amplifier? If he amplified his abilities throughout the area using the Inhibitor, then maybe he could do it with less personal energy while also bring able to disguise the true source of the blocking. Ah, well. It's just speculation. I'm not good at this stuff anyways. Sakila sighed as the boy walked away, having gotten everyone's orders. Just what in the world was going on?

Dear Anonymous, So many faces, so many facets, so many facades. To think that one person could have some many different sides, so many different personalities, it's almost... awe-inspiring. So do we really know these people we're always around? The girl you spent every single day with two years ago won't even acknowledge you existence when you pass by each other nowadays. The boy you shared all your homework answers with in the seventh grade doesn't even know that you lived the block over. There are so many things about these people we don't know. So many connections we haven't made. You automatically analyze just the bare minimum to judge a person. So I'd just like to ask, especially to you: who are you? Your friend, Sakila

Sakila woke up the next morning with a crick in her neck and tears nestled in the corners of her eyes. Yawning and stretching, she found herself home, in the study. She'd done this before, gone to sleep while reading. An empty container of yogurt lay next to her and her spoon was clutched in her right hand. "Morning...huh?" Warm light drifted through the windows behind the desk. Sakila grabbed the empty container and threw it at the waste basket in the corner of the study. It missed. Pouting, she stomped her way over to the basket and angrily dropped the container inside. She stuck her tongue out at it before skipping over to freshen up for the morning. Her clothes were a mess, all dirty and muddy. After a quick shower, she changed into flowy green shirt and jeans and boots. She transferred her yogurt into a oversized matching green purse. Looking at her reflection in the mirror, Sakila decided to throw on a dark green scarf and sunglasses before grabbing a cold bagel and her cell phone and running outside. There was a reason for her much more feminine attire. She trekked through the village before coming up to a familiar house. It was much more grand than her own. Ringing the doorbell, Sakila waited until the butler opened the door and ushered her to the family room. "Sakila." "Uncle," she greeted. "I have something to discuss." "What's so important that you couldn't talk to me over the phone like usual? This must be exceptionally interesting!" He grinned and crossed his arms. "Back in the day, did you ever hear about something called a... limitation device?" "Limitation device? No, nothing of the sort. But it sounds powerful." "I think it may have been the influence for the Inhibitor." She explained what she'd read. "Really?" At this, her uncle leaned forward. "It could be very beneficial for us to find out more about it, then.... But I don't think I've ever heard of it." He scratched his bald head. Sakila giggled. He questioned, "What?" "Nothing." "Really now?" Unfolding his arms, her uncle stood up and leaned over the table to come face to face with Sakila. "Listen, all jokes aside, this is important. Find out all you can about this...limitation device from the past. Understood?" "Yes, uncle." "And Sakila? Don't forget your goal." "Of course not." With that, they bid each other farewell. Sakila walked around, wondering what she should do now. Well, if it's a machine, maybe Vivi knows about it. Or has heard about it. Maybe... She took out her cell phone and tapped her way to Vivi's number. They set up a meeting place and Sakila felt happy to have Misaki along as well. The girl was good with metal and that could be a plus. Sakila took a detour, stopping by her apartment and bringing the book she'd found with her. She wasn't planning to show it to Vivi, though. Not yet, at least. But she kept it for reference. Maybe her library contained more books with information about the device. She'd have to look around later. Sakila made her way to Vivi's hideout, finding it empty. She settled down and pulled out some yogurt. Flipping through the book once more, Sakila tried to find some clues. After a short while, she heard noise outside. "Hello?" Sakila immediately slipped the book discreetly back into her purse. "Oh, Vivi, hey."

(Wait, it's already a week?! I thought we were just going to fight among ourselves for awhile.... "Basic fighting" like KKLT said.... Ah, well.)

She'd grown tired and realized she'd hadn't had her daily dose of strawberry. Sakila deactivated her ability and slipped into the village streets. Everything was slowly returning to normal and she couldn't be more relieved. "Oi, sister!" Turning around, Sakila found the boy from the outdoor market. He carried a bag in his hands. "You! Uh, what's up?" "Guess what, sister! You won't believe who I saw last night at the skirmish!" "Who?" "That Armed Forces man!" The boy walked alongside Sakila, chatting amiably. He reached into the bag and pulled out a ripe strawberry. Rubbing it on his shirt, he handed it to Sakila and took one out for himself. "Thanks. So, wait, that Armed Forces man... General Petya?" "What? That loser?! No way! I saw me the leader!" "You mean... Greyfield?" "Huh? No, the leader." "But... Greyfield IS the leader." "Whatcha talkin' about?! That Greyfield dude was totally peein' his pants in front of the REAL leader." "Real leader, eh? What's his name, do you know?" Sakila wiped the juice from the strawberry off her lips and slowed to a stop. They'd reached her apartment. "I think he said he was... T." "So he's that scared of T," Sakila muttered to herself. "Sister?" "Oh! Nothing important. Thanks for walking me home, kiddo. And for the strawberry. And the info. Get on home now." He sighed. "I dunno what's going on, sister, but that man is trouble." "Yeah... Seems so." Sakila sent the boy on his way and made her way to her apartment. She stepped inside the lonely, dingy home. She was sleepier than anything and decided to hit the hay after a quick meal. She opened up a container of yogurt and settled down in the extra room her parents had converted into a study. Picking up an old, worn book, Sakila began reading. "The country of Japan is an island nation off the coast of Asia..." Flipping through the chapter, Sakila found an interesting tidbit of information. Exceptionally advanced in technology, recent Japanese endeavors have resulted in the creation of a limitation device." Wait, what? "This limitation device is able to affect the abilities of humans. The fastest runners are now slower than a sloth. The strongest weightlifters now kneel to the power of a feather. The creator of this device is the genius technician—" She flipped the page, her breathing stalled. "Australia is..." What? The page... It was gone. Someone had ripped out the last page. No way! Not when she was about to figure out something so helpful! Feeling frustrated, Sakila threw the book across the room. She leaned back against the computer chair and angrily licked her spoon clean. But at least she had learned something. The current Inhibitor may have been influenced by this limitation device from the past. Who was it? Who was this inventor? She needed to let...her uncle....8th Battalion.... Sakila yawned. Alright, it wasn't THAT big. She could research about it a bit more tomorrow and report her findings. But for now... Leaning forward and placing her head on the mahogany desk in front of her, Sakila closed her eyes, a mountain of resources surrounding her.

Dear Anonymous, Finally!! Finally, sweet revenge! I don't think I could be-- Wait, did you just... did you just IGNORE me?! After all that plotting and scheming and yelling and hair-pulling, I was ignored?! Humph! I hate you :L -youdon'tevendeservetohavethissigned

To know if the above person is really alive

She was supposed to be at the Battalion HQ, talking about what happened today. But she knew for a fact that the Rebels would garner more info and sneaked out. Sakila passed into an alley, immediately activating Hidden Dragon. She emerged cloaked and ran the rest of the way to the Nubinelle Rebellion headquarters. It was outside the HQ that she witnessed the small interaction between a man who'd apparently disguised himself as Petya and Sparrow. She wasn't sure if anyone had noticed her. The masquerader may have. She made a note of it. His name was Cyrus. She waited until Tasha retrieved Sparrow and followed closely behind, still invisible. She headed into the main meeting room, hiding in the back. She was a bit paranoid. Even though no one could see her, she still felt exposed. Sakila was shocked to see the while ordeal with T. Soon, she just couldn't hold it in anymore. She followed the next person out of the room and walked outside, heading toward the Battalion HQ. Pulling out her phone, Sakila tapped in a number she knew by heart but never saved. The number of her last known remaining relative. "Sakila, remember to behave while we're gone, okay?" "Okay, Mom!" "And we promise to take you to your favorite dig site when we come back." "Really?! Thanks, Dad!" "We're sorry we have to miss your birthday, sweetie...." That cold winter day was the last time she'd seen her parents. After that day, her whole world fell apart. "I need you to understand something, Sakila. My sister...your mother, I don't think she's coming back. Or your father." "Why? Why not?" "There are some bad people who took them away." "But why?! Mommy and Daddy didn't do anything wrong! They just liked to find out more about the past." "I... I know. I have no idea what they would want with archaeologists. It's beyond me. Really... What are they planning?" The last part he spoke to himself. "Can't you... Can't you bring them back?! Aren't you very strong?! Mommy always said her brother was very strong!" "I can, maybe... But not alone. I need your help, Sakila. Can you help me?" "Yes! I'll do anything!" "Then, in order to find you parents, you must join the 8th Battalion. They are the rebellion group that will shine light on the way." "Alright! I'll do it! From now on, I'm an 8th!" "Hello, uncle? Yeah, so about what happened today... Do you know who T and Cyrus are?" "T...he's a weapons dealer.... He works with the Armed Forces. Or does he?" "That's what I'd like to know." "Then, could you keep me updated?" "Definitely—" "Anything about your parents?" "...No. But I'm not losing hope yet. I joined the Battalion for a reason. The truth behind my parents is out there somewhere. And one day, I'll find it. With the Battalion's help." "Then, good luck."

"Name's Sakila," she started, with a smile. "And 8th. I've heard of you from Vivi." Sakila, walked over to wear the older girl stood. "You were quite exceptional on the battle field today. As was Vivi. Are you two close? You seemed very compatible." Which is surprising, Sakila thought to herself. She knew VIvi wasn't the most cooperative person. Her mind slowly drifted back to the first time she'd met the girl. She'd been interning under the medical department back in those days. She'd been eyeing the village care positions, but had been placed in the medical department for training. That particular had been hectic and Sakila was sick of her superior. He'd been going on and on about how much he hated the Rebels because they were supposedly traitors or something and Sakila couldn't stand it. So when she met the young Vivi, she'd been fine with defying her superior and taking the patient along with her. As soon as they were back at the hospital, Sakila forced Vivi to get back to her bed. The hysterical girl refused, but Sakila would have none of it. "We're taking care of him! We're doing everything we can. The most you can do at this moment to help us is calm down and rest. Look, we've placed your brother in the room opposite yours. You can seem him from your bed. Now sit." After the girl complied, Sakila sat down next to her, reassessing the damage done to her body. Some of the wounds had reopened. "Listen, I need you to cooperate with me here. I can't help you if you don't. Our healers are currently very busy, but we're trying to contact one for your brother. Let me look at your wounds, okay? Say, you never did tell me your name..." Shaking her head, Sakila returned from the flashback. She smiled again as she awaited Sparrow's answer.

Dear Anonymous, I bet you think you have a million and one problems. Ever heard of positivity? It exists. (Even if Google Chrome says it's not a word ) But anyways, you're obviously not the most pitiful person in the world. I'm sure you know that. Why do you ALWAYS have something to say? Just accept it and move on. You're that age. Problems occur. You get through them. Jeez, you always have this "Oh, well you did this to me and that to me and I don't like you and you're always unfair blah blah blah" mindset. So what? LIFE IS UNFAIR. Get over it already. Signed, Someone Annoyed

Sakila was walking around the Rebellion headquarters, waiting for the meeting to start. There had been a few casualties to be taken care of, so the meeting had been put on hold. Sakila wasn't sure where she was. She'd only been to the Rebellion HQ a few times. Some 8ths didn't like the Rebels, thinking they were traitors, but Sakila thought of most of them as comrades. She turned a corner, thinking of Vivi. She'd known Vivi from her Battalion days and was still close with the girl. Sakila had just peeked into her room, finding her asleep. The room was empty, although there was another bed. Sakila kept walking, now completely lost. Finding a discreet exit at the end of the hall, she opened the door, going outside. "Oh! Um, I didn't know someone was here, sorry." The figure in front of her turned around. "Ah, wait. You're Sparrow, aren't you?"

The sounds of the battle changed and Sakila stopped in her tracks. The troops were being called back, she realized, on both sides. "Sakila!" "Mokou! You're here! I thought..." "We... We should head back now." "Hey, why are you favoring your arm like that? "What are you talking about? Let's go already." "Are you hurt? That's right! Without Regenerator, you're susceptible to wounds. Let me see!" "There's no point! I'm fine! Now we have to go back! One of the Rebels was able to shut down the Inhibitor that blocked our powers and now everyone is retreating. Our troops will stay here to guard the villagers, but we need to go." Mokou began walking in the opposite direction. Sakila hesitantly went after her. "Where are we going?" "I was told to take you to the meeting being held between the Rebels and 8th Battalion. Since you're the head supervisor of the village that was attacked. You'll probably have to give your testimony or something." Sakila looked at the backs of the villagers now being escorted by troops before following the redhead to the meeting.