Every Silver Has A Cloudy Lining? Finding Familiar Faces!

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^{Sanagi #1}

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Silver City had given much, but also very little. It had been just days since Wells Sanagi had split from the Wolves—the ragtag mercenary mess that had found her and cared for her in a roundabout way since her rough landing. With almost nothing to her name aside from an otherworldly appearance and a stack of cash provided by Eric, leader of the Wolves, her time on the island had been mostly spent trying to figure out what to do. She was lost in that regard.

Worse, she was uncomfortable feeling lost.

Sat on a park bench, the pink-skinned peculiarity was in good company—that of some peckish pigeons that seemed all too eager to gobble up the breadcrumbs she cast to them. For some reason, the whole process was like clockwork, the young woman not even considering the actions she was taking and subsequently finding solace in the warbling, cooing, and bobbing of heads. It was a distraction from what could only be described as a hole in her heart, though that was nothing compared to the sizable chunk of memory that was lost to the fog.

“Huh– Hey! Don’t fight,” she chided as three birds started to flap and folly over a particularly large crumb. “There’s plenty for everyone~!” Human contact had been lacking despite the abundance of people, all for reasons she simply couldn’t comprehend. The abnormal nature and design of her body was a second thought, sometimes completely dismissed by her own mentality, but to outsiders the pink-skinned, black-eyed, devil-horned woman in a strange silver bodysuit was something best given a wide berth. The pigeons, at the very least, seemed not to care…

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SPOILER: Click to show

{Post Synposis:—}
<sub>A slightly dejected Sanagi feeds pigeons as she is lost about what to do next!

NOTES:— Fox Kami-Gaz</sub>

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Wells Sanagi | #ff91a4

[Fox]

“Thank you again for coming with me,” Ridley said as he walked down the streets with Frankie. One of his arms was full, carrying one bag of groceries for those left aboard the Sweet Home. The other hand was holding the shopping list with several items already marked off. “It’s nice to have the company, haha. And the extra set of hands.”

Ridley was dressed as he usually was, wrapped up in bandages with a white shirt, pants, and his trademark dusty brown coat. While this look was certainly off putting to some, Ridley knew it would be better than showing what he actually looked like, something he’d not had the courage to show the rest of the HGs in his care yet. It was such that even he wasn’t sure what he even looked like before the experiment. Those thoughts aside for the moment, Ridley looked over the list to see what they had left to get.

“Let’s see… We’ve gotten food, some seeds so we can start that garden, clothes for you, Nina, and Blair… Oh, right, we need to pick up some supplies for ship maintenance.”

Glancing up from the list and flipping over to the map he’d bought of the island, Ridley double checked their route. They could probably get the ship supplies over at the docks where they were moored, so really, they just needed to find the quickest path back. While these sorts of outings were good for Frankie, Ridley didn’t want to stress her unnecessarily.

“Oh, look, there’s a shortcut we can take through the park,” Ridley said cheerily, “I bet it’ll be less busy and more scenic than the streets.”

He turned onto the park path, heading inside, looking back to make sure that Frankie was following along. As he faced forward again, Ridley was still looking up at Frankie. “Oh, and when we get back, I’ll bake everyone some cookies. How does that…”

Ridley’s eyes had turned forward and caught sight of a very familiar silver bodysuit. His mind went blank as he stared at the person sitting on the park bench, his train of thought completely vanishing from his head. That was another HG. He blinked and wiped at his eyes with his sleeve to be sure. Just, sitting. Out in the open. The paper bag that Ridley had been holding slipped from his grasp and hit the ground.

He took a few tentative steps toward the girl and reached a hand out, before recovering some of his sensibilities. He cleared his throat to try to get her attention, offering a wave and a smile that she couldn’t see thanks to his bandaged face.

“Ah, excuse me? Hello there, are you…” Ridley searched for the right word, “...lost?”

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[Kami-Gaz]

Today had been very stressful for Frankie, the tall bio-engineered monster of a young woman just wanted to hide and be alone. It was something she hated to be out in a public space but Mr Rids had asked her to come along and after the last time she had to rely on Lee for a problem the other persona had declared that going with Ridley was the task she had to do to pay the alternate persona back.

The young woman had hoisted a set of bags up easily, having used a trick with her slime webs to be able to stick the handles to her hands so it would be easier to pick up more. “I… i-uh… yeah!” She replied as cheery as she could for the man who was trying so damn hard to make her feel normal. That was something that made her view the man as a father figure… one that took the place of the one she just couldn’t remember anymore.

“Ship stuff… yeah.” The young woman repeated after Ridley ticked off his mental list, they had come out for a lot of things, the clothes were what she had appreciated the most. The outfit she had started to wear the moment they had bought it in the store was something cute, baggy and covered her from head to toe! A long sleeved black zip up hoodie that had been left open to show a grey t-shirt that had a splash pattern that was centred around the Pipsi-man logo. Her neck and most of her face was covered by a thick scarf that had been wrapped around just a few times. Her legs had been covered by long dark navy blue jean trousers and knee high black boots that had buckles and zips up them. The long silver hair of hers flowed out behind her.

“P-parks a-are nice…” Frankie muttered as she made a move to follow the leader, her eyes darting here there and everywhere to noticed any movement and any potential threat that could set her off. “Cookies?” She asked, a hint of genuine excitement coming into her voice as she remembered the last batch Mr Rids had made for the small group, they were divine! The only issue was keeping Blair from eating them all! Lee got involved there.

Then she bumped into the back of the man as he paused for a moment, luckily her bags didn’t drop to the floor as she managed to keep her footing. She did however noticed Ridley running forward and leaving his own bag behind. With a quick bit of panic in her tone she looked down to the bag and then to Mr Rids as he approached the same jumpsuit that she had owned herself… though the number on this was different.

‘Oh damn! Another one like us!’ Lee spoke in her head. ‘Get Ridley’s bag and go say hi!’

“Wah?” Frankie asked with a bead of sweat on her forehead as she felt overwhelmed by this sudden development. “I… I can’t.” She muttered to herself.

‘Don’t be a baby! This is helping Ridley like I said you should! Pick his bag up and go say hi!’ Lee ordered, proud and commanding.

“o-oh-kay” The young woman spoke in a soft voice as she shifted one of her bags to be carried in the crook of her arm and then used her slime web to easily get a grasp on the one that had been dropped to the floor. The tall young woman looked awkward as hell but she managed to waddle up behind Mr Ridley.

“H-h-hey…” Frankie squeaked out, too nervous to project her voice.

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Lee: 14ca04

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^{Sanagi #2}

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“Ah, excuse me,” a voice asked. Snapping chirpily to attention, Miss Wells looked to the source—one which seemingly hadn’t disturbed the squabbling pigeons at all—and soaked in the sight of something strange. A figure whose face was wrapped in linen bandages that only just exposed what could only be described as kind eyes, shoulders draped with a dusty brown coat that covered a simple shirt and dress trousers, exposing only the slightest hint of discoloured skin.

Another accompanied him. A young woman of great stature who seemed similarly unusual, perhaps not as drastically so in comparison to both the girl sat upon the park bench and the mummified man, concealed beneath more standard clothing that hid her form. Perhaps what made both of them unique, however, were their eyes. Eyes of strong colour upon a canvas of black—a familiar sight whenever she found herself gazing into a mirror or the calm surface of the water.

“Huh? Oh! Hiii~!” A beaming smile and an open-handed wave were given as she stood, setting the bag of breadcrumbs on the park bench as she did so. “I’m Sana– …Sanagi? Yes, Sanagi! And…,” she paused to think for a moment, considering the gentleman’s question as she prodded her cheek with a finger. “I don’t think I’m lost? I’m not from here, though! I’m from… Uh– I don’t remember!” The fog of hazy memory thicker and thicker as she tried to scratch deeper into her point of origin, the anomalous angel’s ‘brightness’ seemed to be tempered somewhat as she squinted and recalled inconsistent imagery of a sterile place. What had been an eagerly waving hand now instinctively scratched softly at the silvery sleeve of her left arm.

^{That moment of ‘darkness’ quickly abated:
“Yes! I’m Sanagi! Pleased to meet you both~!”}

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SPOILER: Click to show

{Post Synposis:—}
<sub>Perking up, Sanagi chirpily introduces herself to the strangers as they approach her, though her memory is still causing some issues!

NOTES:— ——</sub>

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Wells Sanagi | #ff91a4
Ridley | #800080
Frankie | #818181

[Fox]

Ridley never knew what to expect with the HGs. All of them had been so drastically different from one another. But, the pink skinned girl’s general cheer and enthusiasm surprised him. It set him a little more at ease and reminded him of Nina. Sanagi was her name? She remembered that much at least, but it didn’t seem like she remembered much else. That much, at least, wasn’t too surprising. Memory seemed to range drastically between the lot of them. Ridley didn’t remember much of anything himself. Just a little about how he escaped and then everything after. Most of his information came from the documents left behind in Blair, Lee, and Nina’s pods. He had yet to go back for his own, but it was probably worth doing sooner rather than later.

Pushing that errand out of his mind for later, Ridley quickly glanced around for signs of Moreau’s goons. Seeing none, he relaxed a little bit and turned his full attention to Sanagi on the bench. He smiled at her and put a hand to his chest to introduce himself.

“Yes! It’s wonderful to meet you too. I’m Ridley and this is Frankie!”

He gestured to the shy tall woman, introducing her so as to be considerate of her disposition. He liked to push her to stretch her limits, but she had done more than enough of that today already. He was very proud of her. Undoing some of the bandages on one of his hands, he showed Sanagi his black palm with a silver ‘02’ stamped into it.

“We’re like you, you see,” Ridley explained, swiftly retracting his hand and redoing the bandages before it could be touched. His body always had some sort of current running through it for some reason, and the bandages helped to both hide his grotesque features as well as protect others from unintended electrical shocks. The bandages didn’t help if he got too worked up though. Ridley always tried to be mindful of it.

“I… hm. There are others. We’re trying to help each other. Like a family. Would you like to come with us? I promise we’ll protect you from Dr. Moreau - the bad man who hurt us.”

Sanagi could speak and seemed functional, but he wasn’t sure how much she knew or remembered. Best to just speak simply and start from the beginning to be safe.

“I can promise that I will do everything in my power to protect you while you’re with us if that is any comfort to you.”

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[Kami-Gaz]

Frankie stayed back behind Ridley somewhat as he made the explanation regarding him and her, he was doing this for Sanagi. Just like he had done for her, for Blair and Nina. The man was something to really look up to, a father figure that they all needed to get through this mess, he was doing so much to make everyone that was hurt in these cruel experiments live and feel better in freedom. The best she could do was to help him in anyway that she could.

‘He’s a real father figure, isn’t he?’ Lee asked Frankie in her head, using her internal monologue to casually ask the question. It still made Frankie physically jump when it happened out of the blue with no warning. However, now that it had happened, the young woman knew nothing was wrong.

‘He is…’ Frankie replied, whispering to herself to not interrupt Mr Ridley and Sanagi. "I wish he were my dad…" Tears welled up in her eyes as vague memories from the past appeared in her mind, the times the blurry figure that was her own real father got angry and took that out on her and the others in the family the sensations of pain. There was no good memories they had been erased, wiped away in the experiments… if there ever were any good ones there.

The tears streamed down her face silently for a moment before her body shuddered and her whole aura changed from that of a meek girl to a confident young woman, ‘Not ready to face that, eh?’ An arm was raised, and the sleeve was used to wipe away the tears as a big smile came to her face and Lee stepped forward and stood just ahead of Ridley.

“Hey Sanagi!” Lee spoke with a projected confidence and brightness. “I’m Lee, Frankie’s super side! She got trapped in some bad emotions, so I took over.” She explained, partially looking over to Ridley, the explanation was more for him. “Like what Mr Rids said, I’ll look after you too! Like a little sister.”

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Lee: 14ca04

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^{Sanagi #3}

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“We’re like you, you see,” said Ridley—as he had introduced himself—unravelling the bandages that seemed to cover much of his body and exposing skin turned an unnatural shade of purple, darkened further. And upon the curious canvas that was the stranger’s hand was the symbol ‘02’ emblazoned no doubt irreversibly into his flesh. A reminder of the man who ‘owned’ them. A reminder of pain, uncertainty, and isolation. Instinct turned a soft scratching motion into a tight grip around her upper arm, where her own brand—though currently concealed by her sleeve—rested with disdain.

I know that name… Why? At the mention of the doctor’s name, the pink-skinned peculiarity seemed to freeze, bombarded from the fog by glimpses of a difficult past. A man in a white coat and facemask, with eyes gleaming in terribly blinding light, brandishing a knife. Other features were dampened and darkened, joining other silhouettes on her periphery. The knife came down with slow precision, but words from the now sliced the memory in twain before phantom sensation could do the same.

^{“…I’ll look after you, too!”}

“Huh,” Miss Wells exhaled, a little confused by the situation as she stared with black sclera into the similar turned and tainted eyes of Ridley and Frankie. The look on the woman’s face shifted from a smile to a sideways glance, a smile buried briefly between pursed lips. “Yeah… I suppose that’s a good idea,” she uttered in a tone of voice that did not seem to want to inspire any confidence, contrasting the science experiment’s actions as she elevated herself from the park bench quite readily.

Chipper nature resumed in force.

“Okay! But,” Sanagi began, raising a finger as if to emphasise the point she was about to make. She held it there for a fair few seconds before it withdrew to her side. “Which one of you was Rodney, again…?”

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SPOILER: Click to show

{Post Synposis:—}
<sub>A confused Sanagi agrees to go along with the others, but already seems to be forgetting names!

NOTES:— ——</sub>

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Wells Sanagi | #ff91a4
Ridley | #800080
Frankie | #818181

[Fox]

Ridley grew concerned when it was obviously Lee that approached him and Sanagi. While it didn’t always mean something bad, Lee basically confirmed his fears. Darn. He’d been trying to be sensitive to Frankie’s triggers, learning them when he could, but he was absolutely baffled as to what might have caused it this time. He could try to delve into that later when Frankie felt alright enough to talk again.

Right now, he had to focus on the newest member of their found family, Sanagi. Mentioning Moreau might have been a misstep, as she very clearly paused to think about it. Whatever she was remembering, it couldn’t have been good. Even still, she hopped up and agreed to come with them. It did sound like she was planning to run off, but her next question made him think twice about it. Ah… her memory…

He put a hand to his chest and smiled at her, “Me. I’m Ridley. Do… Do you have trouble remembering things, Sanagi?”

He just asked the question outright. From what he’d observed, all of the other HGs had memory issues of some kind. Nina, Frankie, Blair, certainly did. Ridley found it odd that he was the only one that did not. He remembered things clearly. He’d had a life before being taken by Moreau. With… with something. And he had those episodes, but he was fairly sure those were something else entirely. Sure, he was a little foggy here and there, but that was normal.

“It’s okay if you do,” he reassured her. He tilted his head at her, “By the way, have you been feeling tired perhaps? Sluggish? Do you have your medicine with you?”

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