I apologized for the destruction that I have caused but they all waved me off. "At least we have an idea of just how strong you truly are." said one girl from the culinary department,
"It literally took a mental/physchotic break in order for that to happen." said another, from the IT department.
"Yeah...let's not try that again." Wallis says
"Wallis is correct. We do not want the very planet destroyed." his husband agrees.
We all have gotten back to our seats and now have to resume the meeting before my breakdown.
As we continue to slightly panic and think of a way to keep this away from our fully human counterparts. I on the other hand turned my panic into something else. Turn a near catastrophe into something of a lesson to that of the masses. That although we have caught our foes, we couldn't risk their lives just to continue our war. That we can put aside our differences and swallow our pride to follow through with our message. Once I had finished making my case, Fuma looked at me like I had grown three heads or something. I held one hell of a glare to him. They all look around to the others and all voice their concerns, "Think about it." my voice cuts through, "they'll use this as a means to try and control if not outright terminate us because we hid it from them, even though we were thinking of their safety." I state calmly, "Do you really think that they'll listen to reason when they're filled with hubris and paranoia once this gets into their hands?" I ask them and there were mutters of agreement amongst the younger generation. Knowing full well that the ones that hold all the cards would never listen to us, old or young. Because we're Hybrids, they'll never listen to any of us. The main reason that they listen to Professor Horatius, is because he can control and travel through time.
Horatius himself even makes jokes about it. So I am not taking it out of context nor am I talking out of my ass. We've all suffered one way or another. None of us are entitled to dull out suffering because we've suffered. No one of no one is entitled to suffering.
Fuma and some of the older members of The Japanese Branch as well as those that would agree with them, had absolutely balked at the idea of what I had suggested and had completely ignored what I had just said. I had gotten up and reappeared before Fuma, before he could react; I slapped him across the face. Hard.
Sending him all across the room, none of the younger generation; including Kai, who sunk in his seat. The sqawking immediately were silenced as I remain in place where Fuma once seated, Kai is next to him, "Anyone else want to sqawk like the entitled loud roosters that you are? I know you're there. You will get the same treatment." I snarled looking around and Yumi held a large smile and she too slapped them with her new abilities as well to absolutely slap them, to really drive the point home. I get back to my seat without much difficulty, "You deserve that." Horatius states, "But Crystallia is right. They'll use this to either have us under their thumb or get the execution squad." he continues. "Crystallia." I sit up straight and look to him
"Since it was your idea. You get to execute it. And make sure you email Wallis about the cause of your meltdown. I'm afraid it's something that can't be avoided." You can see it on his face that he really didn't want to impose on me as he knows first hand what would happen when bounderies are crossed.
"It's fine. It was bound to happen sooner or later." I state as I slip back into my seat, the snacks that Yumi and Aoi had gotten were replaced by EDEN because my outburst had obliterated them, including the medicine bottles. Yumi had restored the medicine bottles as it's one of the first abilities that she has managed to manifest and master while here.
I have been given a tablet with what's needed to make the post and to deal with the bullshit that is politics.
Before I could even log on...
The alarm goes off.
Not just any kind of alarm either.
The Celestials have broken through the barrier.
A battle is upon us and we're going to have to see who is going to survive...and who is going to die.
Life as an orphan? Rough
Life as a hybrid? Incredibly rough
The hybrid of a bloodline that is thought extinct worldwide? Might as well apply for the Olympics
Keep said bloodline a secret from everyone including the people that raised you and any or all allies and enemies that you come across? Life loves fucking with you as they put in a new definition of difficult.
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