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Who: Chrome
When: T-10 seconds to emotional whiplash
What: Worlds crumble and she ends up...not home. Again.

It happened between one breath and the next. She'd been in the eternal Autumn of her old new-world performing a leap during spear practise, and come down on concrete hard enough to make her stumble and bash her knee. That wasn't what had her sit on the ground and cry, however. She wept because reaching for healing magic failed but her power boiled up at her touch. Her power took the place of the Elo to keep her alive, her power allowed her to cover her scars, her power. Illusion at her fingertips and joy in her heart...yet Mukuro was still not here. Her mind was still bleeding out for him, and that mitigated her joy and made her sorrow.

So she wept, both in joy and in sorrow, while playing illusions around herself on the ground.

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"...complicated," she laughed, "very complicated. We were all adopted by a space alien to form a super team. Or they were. It made us all rather messed up. Some of them are working toward better, but it's slow going."

"My partner and the core of the gang he runs were born as lab animals and recovering from an unfortunate genocidal phase?" she offered in response to the complicated, "He's my partner because our minds are linked. I miss him."

"It's understandable to be lonely," she noted. She understood loneliness very well in fact. "It must have been nice to be close to someone like that sometimes. Maybe he'll come here too?"

"Maybe." she said, doubtfully, "I...don't know. I kind of hope he doesn't. The gang needs him. I...I miss him, but...I don't need him anymore."

"Huh," she noted, tilting her head and thinking that over, "You're older than you seem I think. At least in your head. I like that."

"I shared my mind with Mukuro-sama for about ten months." Chrome's voice was wry, "Mukuro-sama remembers all of his past lives. That kind of thing changes you, even if you're just kind of along for the ride most of the time. Things bleed together, somewhat. The words don't really exist. I'm fourteen going on several thousand, sometimes, but mostly I'm just fourteen."

"That's okay too," she admitted cheerfully enough. "Fourteen is a good age I'm told, if you use it right anyway. Not that I think anyone in an oddly deserted city is going to card you. A DMV here would be...kinda of creepy."

"I don't think I should try alcohol either way." she pointed out, "I'm mostly not real, I probably don't have much alcohol tolerance at all. How old are you?" it was hard to tell under all the white.

"I meant along the lines of driving, getting a job, and slipping into clubs," she admitted sheepishly. "Age doesn't stop those who want to from drinking. Anyway. I'm Twenty-three? I think? I don't think I was in a coma for too long."

"I'm an illusionist." Chrome pointed out, between one step and the next becoming an adult (if not a very big one) with ID to match held out to her companion. "Coma? That sounds bad."

"Yes, but sometimes you have to be yourself right? Before you lose you?" just saying. Anyway! "My brother shot me in the head."

"Oh, it wouldn't bother me too much. I don't really like me a lot most of the time. Why did he shoot you in the head? Why did he shoot you at all?"

"My therapist would say that's not good," she admitted. "I'm suppose to like me when I can, I guess it's normal advice." For people.

Anyway. "I was insane at the time."

"I don't have a therapist." Chrome said mildly, "I don't really trust adults, mostly. Most of the ones I've known have been crazier than I am, though, so there is that. Was it the kind of insane that needs to be shot?"

"I needed...something." Anything that wasn't how her erstwhile father defined things. Somehow. That meant therapy?

"I...don't know. I was trying to kill them. The ones who hurt me all the times and the ones I loved because it hurts less if you don't...I was taking out a good chunk of the city too. So probably."

"Huh." she thought about that for a while, then shrugged a little, "I guess that makes sense. Shooting is a really stupid way to deal with someone you love, though. I'm sorry." she had no problems with Vanya's stated killing spree, however.

"He didn't," she shrugged easily. "We're not at all a functional family." Not even the parts that tried really. "So I guess it's okay." And she was doing better now really?

"All that aside, now I'm here with a stranger in a rather disturbingly empty city. This is...a new one on me."

"I wish it was for me." Chrome said, "I prefer this time, though. Last time the stranger was trying to kill me. Or rape me. I'm honestly not sure which. Maybe both? He'd raped the me of that time, although she was older than I am."

What exactly was anyone suppose to say to that? "I promise I have no desire to attack you?" So at least she was better company at the moment? "The one who shot me was a time traveler. It didn't do good things to his head I think. You didn't even trip on the vernacular though."

She smiled up at Vanya, a sweet and innocent smile that really wasn't anything like reality anymore. She was younger than she'd been, but innocence doesn't return. "That's good. I really prefer making friends and allies to making enemies. I'm, hmm. Well, at home we'd say I'm a Mist user. That's illusions. It's also referring to a certain kind of mental flexibility that makes for really good spies. I'm not a genius - I know one, but I'm not one - but I'm really good at landing on my feet. So to speak."

Luckily she'd had a weird enough life that she didn't have the kneejerk reaction of trusting such looks left in her. "It's a bit more stable in the long run," she agreed, vaguely amused. "And mental flexibility should be a super power," she laughed. "It really should. It would help so many of the power crowd."

So, so many. Or maybe just her family, who knew what she was even talking about anymore?

Anyway. Um. "Is it just me or is there half a bleeding cow in the street ahead?" If only she was seeing, well, she'd try to puzzle out what her brain was trying to tell her about littering laws later? I fit wasn't just her, well, who, or what, had the other half of the cow?

Chrome let the mental flexibility bit drop since she agreed with Vanya entirely in favour of looking at the dead thing in the road, "I don't know...are cows usually that hairy? I mean, that's definitely a dead animal but..." that looked really shaggy.

Spear time. Absolutely spear time.

"Okay, maybe it's a water buffalo..." she mused, edging toward it to look it over. "Ripping and tearing, something chewed on it I think. Great, we've got Godzilla in an empty city."

"Godzilla wouldn't leave anything." Chrome murmured, shaking her head, "Can you fight? If so I can make you a weapon. If not...stay out of my way, but within sight, and I can keep a shield around you to keep you safe." Of course she would keep Vanya safe. She didn't want to be alone.

"Ah, movies I saw as a kid had him as a messy eater." Probably because there hadn't been much of an exit for the mouth in a rubber suit but hey. Her question drew a sad, high little chuckle, "I'm a weapon. As is I wouldn't have a lot of accuracy though, get me a violin to put a regulator on things?"