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Pavi steals all of the hearts! |Owner of Genetic Perfection RPG| Repo! The Genetic Opera| The Devils Carnival|Novella| Dark Themes|18+

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42 years old
Sanitarium , California
United States

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Luigi Largo: He is an abusive, homicidal sociopath who wields a knife at all times. He has a very unstable personality, and he is exceedingly violent. He and Pavi fight nonstop. Amber Sweet: She is spoiled, conceded, and is addicted to Zydrate and surgeries. Though she and Pavi are able to get along quite well, most of the time. Rotti Largo: He is a very bitter person, regarding to his three children as utterly disgusting failures. Marni Wallace: She was to be Rottis wife, if Nathan Wallace didnt come along. Pavi and Marni got along very well, he was constantly coddled by her as a child. Even after Rotti and Marni split up Pavi would sneak out to spend sometime with her and sometimes Nathan, until Rotti found out. Magdelene Defoe: She was the best friend to Marni, and soon became the voice of GeneCo. Pavi had the biggest crush on her as a child and followed her everywhere. He never missed one of her shows, nor any of her rehearsals. He was always there in the front row, with a rose in his hand he picked specially for her.

Your just his worthless brother.

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Body type:Slim / Slender
Ethnicity:White/Caucasian
Occupation:Playboy
Height:6"2'
Characters: Paviche "Pavi" Largo
Verses: Repo! The Genetic Opera, TDC, The Devils Carnival, Horror, Gore, Crime, Gothic.
Playbys: Nivek Ogre
Length: Novella
Genre: Crossover, Gore, Horror, Humor, Movie, Romance,
Status: Single
Member Since:November 01, 2014










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Pavi steals all of the hearts!
.Origin.

Paviche Antonio Largo was a boy adored by many people, especially the young girls. Ever since he was just a young boy he had all the pretty young girls wrapped around his finger, no matter the age. But sadly his family never really thought him to be special, nor that bright in their mind he was just Pavi, nothing more. Though Rotti knew his son would never be fit to run GeneCo, in his mind Paviche was far too weak, too nave and far too girly and sensitive. Though Paviche never let his fathers views on him bother him much, he did what made himself happy in hopes one day his papa will see just how special he was. Paviche always been a very handsome boy but alas he was cursed with an embarrassing and very noticeable speak impediment. And because poor Pavi had such a noticeable stutter his older brother Luigi would often pick on him because of it, he would pick on poor little Paviche until the boy was in tears. Then only place he truly felt safe was in Mags dressing room, there he would often get into her make up, dresses and heels. He had quite the crush on Mag when he was a child, causing him to follow her around GeneCo. When Paviche and Luigis mother died, Paviche took the death horribly and locked himself away in his room for the longest time, he really loved his mother (or what he could remember of her.) she meant the world to him, even though he didnt see her as often as he liked too. Mag was the only one who could convince him to come out of his room. With his mother gone and his father obsessed with his work, Paviche became very lonely. Then a few years later and a new Largo was added to their family, Carmella Largo. Unlike Paviches horrible relationship with Luigi, he got along very well with Carmella, they became very close to one another. Though despite the fact that Paviche adored his little sister, he also disliked her slightly since she was a new baby and everyone was fussing over her and not him, he wasnt the baby any longer. Paviche became isolated and alone, causing him to become quite shy. At one point, however: Paviche decided he had enough of everything. He was growing tired of being made fun of because of his weak and feminine characteristics, heavy stutter and unusually high voice, also the lack of respect and support he was getting from his family. He then began to learn Italian, and after a while he crafted his stutter into a flawless and rather charming Italian accent. Once Paviche learned the language perfectly his father sent him to Italy over the summer to a private school. ButPaviche wasnt studying as his father assumed he was. Several ladies and summers in Italy later, Paviche was finally realized to be quite the catch among the GeneCo fans, and the GENterns of course. Paviche was known as the hottest playboy however, he did have a few skeletons in his closetlike most people. Paviche never understood the word no being the privileged child he was, and at times he would often take women by force should he not get his way. Most ladies Paviche been with ended up dead before they could be missed but not only the ladies were missing, some their lovely faces were gone as well. Pavis obsession with women far exceeded what would be considered a healthy level. Many years passed and Paviche was now in his late twenties, that is when he got into a fight with his older brother Luigi, leaving Paviches face horribly disfigured. The event was traumatic, not even surgery could fix the damage done. Paviche refuses to speak of the fight with anyone, in fact the only two who know the real story are Paviche and Luigi themselves, and they intend to keep it that way to avoid paparazzi and tabloids. Though on the plus side, Paviche finally found a use for the faces he stolethey became a cover up for his own hideous one.

Legal Information
NAME: Paviche Antonio Largo
NICKNAMES: Pavi
ALIASES: none
DATE OF BIRTH: Oct 17, 2024
PLACE OF BIRTH: Sanitarium, California
CURRENT RESIDENCE: Sanitarium, California

Physical Details
HAIR COLOR: Black
EYE COLOR: Green
HEIGHT: 61
WEIGHT: unknown
BIRTHMARKS: none
SCARS: His whole face.

Family Ties
MOTHER: Cella Amello Largo (Deceased)
FATHER: Rotti Largo
SISTER(S): Amber Sweet
BROTHER(S): Luigi Largo
Other Family: Marni Wallace (Step-mother for a time)

Relationships
SEXUAL ORIENTATION: Bisexual
RELATIONSHIP STATUS: Single.
CURRENT RELATIONSHIP(S):
PAST RELATIONSHIP(S): Far too many to count.

Personality
Traits: Narcissistic, cocky, arrogant, conceded.
Disorders: Psychotic, narcissistic
Addictions: Sex, stealing faces.
Likes: Reading, Chess, looking fabulous, clothes, make up, girls, boys, sweets.
Dislikes: Luigi, Amber (Sometimes), the word No
Quirks: none

Miscellaneous
EDUCATION Private tutors
OCCUPATION: Poster Boy for Face Implants
JOB DESCRIPTION: He looks pretty for the camera.
EMPLOYER: Rotti Largo (previously) Amber Sweet (currently)
STRENGTHS: His mind.
WEAKNESSES: He is easily offended by stupid things.


Im only human sometimes I am the King of Disorder.


Facts

Paviches sexuality: Paviche is bisexual. He prefers women greatly, as he has a very strong obsession with them, but he doesnt mind the occasional bello to keep him entertained. Paviches sibling relationships: Paviche and Amber get along quite well and when they are together they mostly talk about fashion, money, or sex and anything else they have in common. The two once has a sexual relationship that was well.because they could. Paviche and Luigi get along some what, but they always seem to argue about something stupid. Paviche cares a great deal for his older brother, though he would never admit it. He dose enjoy arguing with them.


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▪ 𝒮ʜɪᴛ𝐒🖕🏼ℭʀᴇᴇ𝐊,

Dec 25th 2019 02:55


Merry Christmas! 
Have a wonderful day and night, and shine bright like the star you are 🤍
Whether it is with your friends, family, fur family or simply just --you. 
I know not everyone can get into the holiday spirit for many reasons, 
but know /you matter/ and you are noticed. We have no idea which day could be our last, 
so live as if its your last day the best that you can. I'm aware this sounds corny, but I wrote this and sent it to certain people /you/ in particular -- for a very valid reasoning. Much love to you, and again,

🎄 MERRY CHRISTMAS -- YOU MAGNIFICENT CREATURE. 🎄
I SEE YOU, I NOTICE YOU. 

From, -Stormie.

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Oct 1st 2019 17:06


It was a sobering moment between Godmother and Goddaughter. Shilo's deep, russet spheres watched with a bated, almost hypnotized gape that was evanescent to the both of them when a sharp intake of air resounded from the shocked youth who'd caught sight of her father now appearing just adjacent to Blind Mag. Even the spiral-eyed woman was taken aback to the point of the hologram of Marni dispersing. The look painted upon his face was stern, unnerved on how it was she had come to find them after seventeen long years of solitude and working under the man whom he both devoted himself to and despised in the same breath. "Mag..." The name rolled from his tongue like a breathless hiss like poison to the mouth. "How did you get in here?" He questioned whilst attempting to keep some kind of mental composure about him even if a large portion of himself wished nothing more than to lash out at her; not while Shilo was present. 

"Hello, Nate. How are you?" Disregarding his question in all of her grace even if she, herself, was outraged married with startle. Mag held her head upright as she watched this silver fox of a man with snake-like eyes. "Busy." He quickly snapped back, glacial, cold and cutting right to the point - he maneuvered his way passed the now famous woman who, before, had only been famous through Marni what with being her best friend and all. "You never were a man of many words, Nate. You told me Shilo  died, Nathan, I promised your late wife-" Being cut off by the agitated fell of his carrying oscillation, Nathan squinted from behind his thin frames. "Please...MAG! Shilo's very ill. It's not safe...for her to see people." Almost pleading verbally and visibly the duo became a trio when Shilo began to beg her dad to let her stay. She only kept further pressing herself into deeper annoyance with her dad when she began to divulge her knowledge of Mag's predicament, 

Amidst the pushing, the shoving, the pulling and outstretched hands of a young girl reaching for the only woman related to her aside her supposed father. "I'll be fine, Shilo, don't you fret." She assured leaving as quickly as she came. Shilo could feel the all too familiar sting of salt laden tears begin to swell behind the fleshy ducts of her eyes. Her pleads, her cries out were all for not and she could do nothing but look upon her father with utter disgust. Running up to the sanctuary of her room, her cage and hospital, she ripped open the curtains of her large windows and gazed down to the limo beginning to pull out of the driveway. Tears finally rolled down the apples of her cheeks, a soft 'Don't leave' passing her lips in a whisper. From behind, she tried to mute her father's voice all too angered with him just as any would be for turning away someone in need, but this wasn't just anyone...this was her Aunt! How could he keep these secrets from her? How could he lie blatantly to her face?! 

"Your mother's death taught me to accept...that nothing ever lasts in this world. Foolish dreams can destroy a grown man, what chance has a seventeen year old girl?!" From soothing and understanding did his voice pierce through her like a thousand needles. She knew she had been in trouble, she knew she had some explaining to do, ah but there entailed a mutual revelation. Arms folded over her bust, eyes rolled and the attitude was on. Scoffing with a singular shake of her head, Shilo turned toward her father who'd naturally welcomed himself into her room. "I don't know what I was thinking...there's no since in girlish dreaming I'm just seventeen...seventeen..." seraphic octave grew spiteful and cold as she finally spat back with furled brows to express her anger. "And it's better than 40!" During the fledgling tantrum that lead up to her boldly flipping both middle digits up in her father's face, she garnered a slap hard enough that it sent her to the ground the moment she spouted off how daddy's perfect little girl became a 'f***ing monster'. The discomposed action had her shaken to the point where her bracelet began to go off again. The familiar pain in her chest grew in abundance. Panting for breath and not daring to shift her gaze in her remorseful father's direction, Shilo stood quickly to her feet and pushed passed the pain, numbed herself somehow to the fact that her world began to blur in and out of focus and her feet took her away. 

"Shilo, please!" Nathan chased after to no avail. A few turns through the elongated halls and he had successfully lost sight of his beloved gem. Shuffling through those gathered puddles within her mother's tomb, Shilo didn't stop there, no, she mazed her way through the elegant headstones once she threw the doors open and rushed the streets again until she stopped in the alleyways where she clutched a hand to her chest and doubled over. Wheezing for breath, vital air, she hung her head and clenched her teeth. "It hurts..." she whined to herself in a strained vocal once more fishing hastily for her bottle of pills. At this point she had pushed herself overboard and again, Mag had caught a brief glimpse of her Goddaughter in the alleyway. "Stop!" The singer demanded her driver, practically scaring the life out of him as both feet crushed down on the break. "Shilo..." She muttered the girl's name under her breath before swinging her door open and running to the girl's side. Kneeling down, she pushed some of Shilo's hair from her face just in case she was to be sick. 

"Shilo, how can I help?" Mag helplessly watched the dwindling life within the teen's eyes who could now barely raise her head. Collapsing just shy of downing one of her medications, Mag whipped back around toward the vehicle. She wasn't strong enough to muscle the girl but Pavi had been. "Pavichie! I need you!" Mag beckoned back, the worry very present within her tone. Not often did she raise her voice nor strain her vocals but in this sort of situation, she had nothing else to do. She was scared for the only remaining common blood in which enriched Marni and oh God, she couldn't bear to lose Shilo too now that she knew she was very much alive. "Hold on, Shi. We're going to get you help." She assured whilst holding Shilo's head against her lap and keeping her on her side just in case she started to convulse or otherwise. "M...Mag?" Shilo squeaked out pitifully, heavy lids struggling to keep her in the waking world around her and thus the moment the name escaped her lips did her world once more turn black as the night surrounding them.
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Sep 22nd 2019 06:48


At any point could she have cut him short, attempted to tell him that she already knew his name, allow the very real fear to come between her conversation with him. A fear instilled in her over seventeen long years of wallowing behind walls and windows. Instead, she weighed the pros and cons of her deliberately defying her father’s orders and escaping that all too familiar cage to be here and enjoying her time of freedom, no matter how brief. The dulcet resonance of his luxuriant powers of articulation melted away what perturbing thoughts she held within herself and created an atmosphere in which she couldn’t quite begin to explain, but she liked it. Shilo smiled most every time his mouth screwed open to release a flow of words that he effortlessly stitched together in a way that brought peace to an overly anxious psyche. Without even realizing it, she had lost herself in both the sweet tone of his voice and the vibrant green of his eyes; a dream-like state etched its way over pale countenance while everything around them seemed to blur away in her mind’s eye leaving only the pair of them.

Every so often she would shift awkwardly when she felt perhaps that she was beginning to stare for far too long. The entire time she had held a quaint simper, but she couldn’t shake the feeling that there was more behind this meet and greet, his kindness and Mag’s earlier audience with her than mere coincidence. For unspoken reasons, Shilo’s dainty hand would curl absentmindedly around her mother’s necklace while she shifted her weight from one leg to the other as if standing was starting to become quite the task. By no means was she this delicate, fragile thing but she knew when she was pushing her limits and she still had to make the walk back home in hopes that she wouldn’t lose track of time and get caught. To that revelation she had almost externally panicked as much as she had begun to inwardly. Ah, but then came words she never thought would be directed at her from another. Beautiful. His compliment lulled away any insecurity she might would have had about her appearance, but something told her that he didn’t just see her external shell.

The heart that beat with common blood began to play up in rhythm just a few paces faster than what she would have liked and with it came an unfamiliar sensation that began to burn its way across the bridge of her small nose and expand from cheek to cheek and somehow correlated with the rapid pulse she possessed. Tinges of pink hue washed well over the pale apples of her high-risen cheeks – her smile thusly meeting now eyes that glimmered just a tad brighter than before and the shy disadvantage of her decorum once again beckoning her gaze to drop floor bound, long lashes casting vivacious shadows against her cheeks meshing in with the light color presenting itself. Honestly, she didn’t know how to properly respond to his compliment. Oh sure, Nathan often told her how she was beautiful just like her mother, but it was different hearing it from a stranger verses your own father. The evidence of his kindness was still written upon her features as she searched her mind for something intelligible to respond with though nothing immediately came to mind. Curses to her social depravity!

Everyone had secrets, she was included on this. Not once did she mention her blood disease, why bring up the grim during polite conversation? When he'd asked her name, she rose her head and gaze again. "Shilo Wallace." The way she said her own name at first came off like she had almost been asking a question, the way her tone fluctuated upright out of nowhere. Funny how it managed to sound foreign to her, like it had been the first time saying it and frankly, it had been. Hearing out that it was actually 'Pavichie' instead of just 'Pavi', Shilo's features lit up again but it would seem their visit would, after all, be cut far too short. Luigi smacked open the tent flap entrance , his azures seething with an fire and pure intent to cut someone at this point. "Every f***ing tent I went to and here I find you with some dumb sl-" Pausing when he double took the teen and actually shutting his gob, Luigi appeared as though he had seen a ghost for a whole minute. He had known Marni, really he didn't give her as much the time of day as his younger siblings but she didn't go unnoticed when she had graced their home. He could recount how many stories she would tell that Luigi would actually listen in on - why did this child bear so much resemblance? The silver glint of his knife set Shilo on edge to where she drew a step back and looked as though she would dart at any given moment.

Snapping back to reality as if someone took their finger off of his mute button, Luigi tossed a hand in the air. "Do I seriously have to do every-f***ing-thing around this dump?! I told you to go look for our pain in the ass, slut sister, PAVI!" He emphasized the man's name as if making himself clear earlier had done nothing to stick in his head. "GenTerns not enough anymore?!" Somewhere between his ranting did he suddenly grip Shilo by her wrist. "And you, get the f*** outta here! Can't you see we're talking?!" He snapped like an attack dog and dragged her to the entrance of the tent where he forcibly shoved her out. In reality, that was the sanest act he'd committed all night. In his head, he knew what he was, how gone he really was when he was mad but some part of him saw Marni, not Shilo, and he was making an attempt to spare her a secondary murder. It took a lot for Luigi Largo to let anyone out of his sight once he'd mentally withdrew from what hair's breath of sanity he still possessed. Shilo, on the other hand, had hit the ground on her side having been caught off guard when she was grabbed and shoved out of the tent. Some on the streets had turned to see her sitting sideways with a disheveled coupled shocked look plastering over pale features. Yes, she had been embarrassed but what could she do?

Mag had seen the girl on the ground and hurried through the crowd to help her up, to no avail. The moment she split through the crowd, Shilo had already gotten up and taken to the night, revisiting those shadows as an old friend especially since that experience caused panic and blood pressure to skyrocket passed what her 'medicine' could help. Maroon painted petals pressed closer together to refrain from boiling over with Luigi and his mistreating of Marni's only daughter. Entering the tent and boldly stepping between an attack dog and the piece of meat he had his sights set on, Mag anchored her head only just barely to the left. "Stop your foolishness and get my limo, please. I have an errand to run." Her mid-tone, soprana laced vocals would have calmed a stormy sea had she spoken to it. "Do I look like your f***ing servant?!" Luigi barked at her which caused the corner of her mouth to screw up into an ephemeral smirk. "No, you look like someone who needs to grow up for five seconds, realize to whom it is he speaks and do this one favor for the celebrity who aided in your family fame." Perhaps a harsh reminder but it was enough to steam him over to the point he had to leave Amber in the hands of her crudely attired bodyguards. They, of course, knew where she could be found. "Pavi, won't you escort me?" Mag finally turned toward the man she had come to see as a sort of nephew over the years but the truth was, she knew who Shilo was as much as he did now. It was no secret who Mag was to Marni and vise-versa, Shilo was indeed her Goddaughter and Mag needed answers but she held no readable knowledge upon her often graceful features. She always knew how to split up a fight between brothers before it got bad. Luigi had stormed off in a raging huff but knew he couldn't go swinging his blade around or cutting just anyone he wanted, so a GenTern would be feeling the brunt of his uncaged rage later. For now, he got her limo and a driver just as she had wanted.

Shilo had been flying down the street, pounding pavement as she panted and felt tears trickling down her cheeks. Luigi had scared and embarrassed her so it was pretty normal for shock to show in one form or another. What she didn't know? Mag had been hot on her trail - robotic eyes spiraled in and out to hone in on her through the shadows and thus she was able to give accurate directions to her driver as to where they were going. Small hands gripped the familiar handles of her mother's tomb and with one pull, she was safely inside once more. It was dark and cold with every step and with each padding of her feet did Shilo’s boots slosh into a different puddle. Every so often, water would drip from the walls or the ceiling. Along with the resonating sound of water droplets falling in single formation came Shilo’s accelerated heartbeat. It wasn’t her actions that set her on edge, but rather her father’s instead. Her pace was quick and silent, as to remain unseen in her bold actions and defiance. The teen dragged a thin digit across the engravings against polished marble that read her mother's name. This place had vastly become her sanctuary, how she beat her father back home was beyond her but she stood to full attention once more, sides of her hands gingerly wiping away her tears as she slipped through a series of doors and secret entrances into the house she had best known as her cage from the world. Racing to her room and changing into her casual attire, white dress and all, Shilo slowly made her way to her balcony not caring to notice the limo below her when she had been so eager to seek the scant amount of stars above.

"He told me Shilo had died with her mother." Mag divulged in a soft tone while her head craned to see her Goddaughter just above them, the lights to the limo had cut off and she watched the teenager for some time before she felt it wise to remove herself from her vehicle, black laced veil being pushed back from over her face while she opened the front gate and hesitated on the steps to the familiar home that served as Shilo's cage and her best friend's crypt. She knew who and what Nathan Wallace was, knew what he would do if he found her here but in the same token she didn't fear him - if nothing else, he was her Godsend or would be or so she had hoped. The Opera was a ploy, she would sing her last melody and all blood debts would be paid in full that night, it didn't take a genius to figure that out. She was no longer going to be a slave to Rotti and it was her choice that sealed her deal in death not yet come. Of course, now that she knew Shilo had been alive this entire time a large part of her had hoped he would show up. Poking the bell softly, Shilo had jolted from her place on her balcony and rushed from her room and down the halls to see Mag standing on their stoop. How could she...how did she? "Shilo? Is your name, Shilo?" Her voice spoke through the device, her thumb remaining clamped over the button. "Can I talk to you?" Shilo felt her heart leap into her throat as she stood idle on the steps that lead down to the front door. "When I first had seen you, I thought I saw a ghost. Your resemblance is striking. You have your mother's eyes, her hair, I was told you died with her. All these years have come and gone...how do I put this-?" Mag approached the front door, head hanging forward briefly looking for the word that no matter how she decorated it, knew it would be another shock. "I'm your...Godmom." Octave echoed softly when her head snapped back upright, those cybertronic eyes focusing on a flabbergasted Shilo.

After the events of the night, Shilo was understandingly standoffish. Luigi was a prick and the sudden visit set her on edge. "State your business." She droned rather coldly. "Business?" Mag parroted softly with more so an inquiry in her verbose. "What do you want?" Shilo clarified not sure if she should be defensive of receptive. She ambled on the stairs weighing her options, the pros, the cons of letting not only a stranger into their home, but now one who claimed not just fame but family ties to her. "I want to finally meet you, something real to cling to. Leave you with the hope that you will go to all you're meant to, all I failed to. In you is a world of promise, we have both been kept in bondage. But you can learn from all of my failures."

“I’m not supposed to talk to strangers.”

“Or let them through the gate?”

“That either. A big risk.”

“A big fence”

“A mistake!”

“A new friend.” Blinking and allowing her eyes to spiral until they played a hologram through the window of the door, Shilo had gone from flee mode to absolute still when she heard her mother’s voice suddenly belting. Turning slowly to see her there as a pixilated but still very clear image caused her to gasp. “Oh my God, mom?” She wheezed passed the adrenaline rushing her veins. Chase the morning, it was a song she was notorious for. Mesmerized by Mag’s ability and the beauty of her mother that didn’t portray itself within the walls leading up to her room – Shilo felt an all too familiar sting in her eyes, the threat of tears once more. Though within her own gaze glimmered the light that her mother omitted through Mag’s eyes. When it flickered and ended, Mag offered a heartfelt smile, she shared in Shilo’s grief. “How’d you do that?” Shilo finally asked outright. “Do what?” It had become the norm for Mag sp she hadn’t thought anything of it at first. “That! That eye thing.” Clearly Shilo didn’t know what else to call it, she was captivated and freaked out all at once. “These eyes can do more than see.” Mag mused passed a growing simper. “I know, I mean, I’ve seen you sing.” Now it was Mag’s turn to look shocked and confused as she rose her head a little higher, neck stiffening. “Where?” Slender brows knit closer together on her forehead creating small, furled creases. “Through my window. I can see the world from there. Name the stars and constellations. Count the cars and…watch the seasons.” So, Shilo was Nathan’s secret and his captive? The next look to grace Mag’s face was more so of understanding, Rotti had done the same to her but her cage happened to be a stage with blinding lights and faux smiles. “I wish we could’ve watched together.” Her melodic fell softened as though to fight back her own emotions.

“I can’t have guests!”

“Never?”

“Ever! If dad found out that I’d been let out, or that you’d been let in-“

“I should go then, before I do promise me you won’t-“

“Better that you don’t.”

“Don’t forget me”

“Just forget me, best if I resume my life inside my bedroom.”

“Sheltered rose needs a little room to bloom outside her bedroom.” By this point, Shilo raced down to unlock the door and raced back up the steps away from Mag just so if Nathan did come home early, he wouldn’t possibly think that Shilo could have done it, the way she tried to hide behind pillars and statues like a scared child. Mag’s eyes spun again, arms stretched out like wings about to take flight as Marni bloomed back forth, the same hologram, the same song. Shilo watched with bated eyes, hands cupping against her heart as she reached out to touch what she had longed to feel for as long as she could remember; a mother’s touch. The warmth of skin to skin, alas the image vanished again, and Mag began to sing in a way that chilled Shilo to her core just as it quickly began to warm it. “Let your life be your dream. Integrity, honesty, it’s too late for me. Don’t look back till you’re free to chase the morning.” As she backed closer to her exit, Marni was seen one last time for Shilo, just for her. Her voice echoed through the halls of Shilo’s home and Shilo couldn’t help but to follow the sound of her mother’s dulcet tone like a moth to light, not intentionally but in doing so, she caught the glimpse of the limo and who it was inside that ghosted another smile across her plush pout. It took everything in her not to start begging to be taken away, the internal plead soon being dashed. There was no sense in girlish dreaming, she couldn't race out and escape with her Godmother, she knew that and it hurt like no other whilst she could only watch the woman begin to disappear back through the doors she so eagerly wanted to follow through and never return. 


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Sep 20th 2019 22:25


Everyone knew the Largo's. Everyone knew their power, their strive for perfection in a world beyond flawed. What people didn't know? The many secrets kept their legacy afloat. Rotti refused to announce just yet that he was rotting from the inside-out with something not even he could cure, cancer. Between the limited communication and fumbling for words to say to her idol, Shilo felt her all too common simper unleash against her paled features right before her bracelet began the song of its people. Damn these genetics, damn this blood disease! She was right there, she noticed me, that was real! Right? The teen questioned herself inwardly while shaking hands made their rounds to sweep away any unwanted beads of sweat that might would have collected against the stress points of her forehead and temples.

As if she hadn't already been caught between a rock and a hard place, the gaunt child had to ponder to herself why Mag appeared as though she was looking right through her if not directly into her. Maybe it was those spiraled, animatronic eyes or the fact that she took the time to seek a little nobody such as herself out, fish through the crowd just to compliment her. This was what she wanted, dreamed of even and then reality had its way of reminding her why she could just barely hang on and enjoy what small perks this world did have to offer. The searing pain that jolted through the cavity of her chest caused her to wince and once more did her bracelet come to life. Nathan was attempting to call her, check up on her as per usual when he wasn't close enough to intrude upon her and check her over. Horrible timing too.

"Medicine reminder." It It was enough to catch him off guard while the masked, legal assassin huffed a sigh. The iridescent glow of his helmet light completing a terrifying, black hazmat suit allowed for only his demonic, azure globes to peer through to his patient that had been hanging upside-down by the ankles. Scalpel in his gloved hand, he too heard the synced warning and tapped a speed dial on his own communication device, beeping it to life and placed this very inconvenient call to his daughter. "Shilo?" He queried when she did tap to answer, lest he come flocking to her location or what he'd assume to be her location; safe behind her parapets of stone and glass. "Yes, dad?" Frantically, Shilo attempted her hand at sounding like her normal, jovial self. At her voice, Nathan best known as the Repo Man went back to working his victim, flaying the black of the man's shirt open with one quick motion. Flesh met his gaze and his mind was on both work and the worry for his little girl. "Did you take your medicine?" He questioned while visually sizing up the torso and what lengths he had to go to repossess GeneCo's property. 

"Yes." Without hesitation or skip in her beat, she remained crouched down - doe-like eyes wide and scanning her surroundings just hoping nobody would be too terribly loud. To no avail...a man's drunken tone beckoned her to jump and Nathan to instantly inquire to what it was. An all too possessive fell befalling her senses. "What's what?" She tried to play it off while slowly ascending to her feet almost completely forgetting the pain surging through her just for the idiot outside to babble on. "That!" Nathan could hear it as clear as she and she had to think up a quick fib. "Oh...that. My window is cracked." 
"Then why aren't you wearing your mask? Should I head back?" Delicate hand came up to lightly press to the side of her head while a whole new panic washed over her countenance. "No, no I'll be fine." She tried to assure. "I can be there in no time." Nathan pressed while a free, gloved hand pressed against the mouth of the victim, silencing any sound he might would make while the Repo worked his messy job. The squelching of sliced skin and viscera squishing around his probing hand coupled to the sound of blood gushing and pitter-pattering against the asphalt below thankfully fell deaf to her. "You're patients need you." A pained groan and muffled scream came from his end making her features shift into worry. "Dad, who's that?" Again the man gagging and gargling on his own blood as he hung made Nathan clench his teeth and almost hiss out of reaction. "Oh that? That's...one of my patients. He's uh...he's sick." Grabbing onto the heart and jerking upright to cease both his life and the nightmarish sounds he was making, Shilo listened more carefully. "Will he live?" Such an innocent question to deflect his main focal point on her. 

"It's looking grim," He paused while bagging and placing the sliced out vital organ into a sort of ice box. "I should stay here for awhile.I'll rush home when I'm done." While he stressed to her, she too took up in his worries and assured him through it all that he should take his time, that she would be fine. The exchange of spoken love had been cut short when an unfamiliar voice came from behind her, hand slapping over her bracelet and ending the call. Pivoting on the balls of her feet to see Pavi Largo standing before her, one of her tiny pills in the palm of his outstretched hand, she felt her breath hitch right up into her throat. He was...he was really there, really talking to her. Dumbfounded and unable to get anything to from parted lips. Shilo reached out and gently plucked the pill from his hand, eyes not moving from his face - her chest clutching in a new sort of way. "Th...thank you." She finally managed whilst uncapping her bottle again and dropped it in to reunite with the rest. Of all the things she had heard about Pavi Largo, she would assume his voice to carry a lot more dramatically than what it actually did and for what ever unspoken reason, she couldn't help but to smile. He was charming without even having to say very much, his accent be it faux or real was another thing in which garnered her attention. Nervous demeanor gave way to shyness and it showed when she dropped her head forward slightly, long, elegant digits pushing back some of her onyx locks from her face. 

"I knew 'Largo' was a rather Italian name, but I didn't think it was as predominant." Yes, she knew the call of an accent even though she was a sheltered soul. But the word in which he called her by, it prodded at her curious nature. "What does it mean?" She inquired having a much more soft and melodic tone to her oscillation than usual. "Bella." She parroted softly under her breath not seeming at all bothered by the stretched flesh over his own ruined face. The long lashes, painted lips, it was actually flattering to his features and styled, obsidian hair but her curiosity pricked more - why indeed did he wear a face upon his face and in such an oddity? Be it her polite nature or genuinely scared of the reaction it might would dredge up, Shilo left it alone for now though couldn't peel her gaze away for too long. 
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Sep 9th 2019 00:54


Shilo gazed down on the city from her tower and had from therein wished she had hair like Rapunzel so she could escape the antiseptic room that she had spent her entire life in. She knew every feature of the broken skyline, had seen the lights slowly burn out and fires erupt, swallowing old buildings. Bored with the same old advertisements for the Genetic Opera on the floating billboards, Shilo heaved a nasal sigh before retreating from her balcony and flopped onto her bed, staring at the bright, white ceiling above. She hated the white, had begged to have the room painted, but her father refused, so instead, she had covered the walls with posters of Blind Mag, the extraordinary vocalist. Despite begging on the few occasions she had seen Nathan, he would not allow her out of her elegant cage – possibly too scared she would fly free, fly solo and far as she could from this sentence of solitude. At this point, she had even started to wish to see just about anyone save for the man who acted as her father for seventeen long, lonesome years. 

With another exhaled sigh, Shilo managed to roll onto her stomach. Her forms of entertainment were dwindled down to rereading books she had read as a child and sneaking out to her mother’s tomb. Little stars burst behind her eyes when she would see a new glowing insect crossed her field of vision. Little did she know that those insects bore an incandescent shine for a reason. They fed from the dead piled high and from their corpses did they exact Zydrate. Of course, she was naïve to this and figured they were genetically altered or just mere winged things that books couldn’t explain no matter how many times she leafed through weathered pages.

Music billowed from the street below, another annual festival in Sanitarium Square. What she wouldn't give to be among the masses like that one story she had read from her youth. The Hunchback Of Notre Dame? That had to be the one, yeah, she definitely felt like Quasimodo. Hidden from the world, unable to go outside without an oxygen mask...damn genetics. Sitting up rapidly to the sudden epiphany she had that almost removed the deep obsidian wig right from her head, the pale teen ransacked her closet. What Nathan didn't know wouldn't hurt him, right? Plucking out a black, sleeveless dress haltered around the neck and decorated center with old Victorian-like, white frills she changed from the subtle monochrome attire she often adorned and pulled on her black pressure arm warmers that resembled much like that of simple, transparent hosery - boots were the next she zipped up and to complete it all - her mother's necklace that appeared more like a ostentatious broach dangling from delicate silver; she was ready.

Slipping through the many escape rooms she had found over the many years spend lingering the lackluster abode, she entered her mother's tomb and removed the oxygen mask from her face. Cautiously peeling the doors open and wincing at the metallic whine of them moving inward toward her, Shilo didn't so much as gift an awkward glance back to her home before she snaked through the garden of death; a cemetery she had prior met the GraveRobber in some time ago and wove onto the streets, ebbing through people like they stood in between her and her brief lapse of freedom. "Psst. Kid, Hey kid!" A familiar albeit hushed whisper ambled from behind an assembly of dumpsters. Pausing in pace, Shilo's russet gaze rose to see the drug dealer she had come to make friends with. "GraveRobber?" She mouthed with a tilt forth of her head, eyes trying to read through darkness to capture his handsome features. 

Spying out from the shadows was the familiar face that brought a smile to her own. "This way, kid." He enunciated with a push and pulling gesture of his index finger - his own dark eyes constantly scouring the streets to make certain no GeneCops would spot him, Shilo traipsed her way up and followed him as she generally did. "Where are you taking me?" She inquired softly. "You want to see the festival up close, right? This way." He directed before she could even answer. Why, in all the times she had an issue, would he act as her sort of guardian? What was in it for him? He was kind without hesitation, helpful without being asked and truly she was grateful to him. As the two sneaked around like mice hiding from the cats, he finally brought her to the heart of the Sanitarium and whirled his wrist and hand in a gentle roll while his tall lean doubled forward in a half-bow. Just like that, he was gone before she could even thank him.

The Square oscillated with music and entertainment, fire breathers, acrobats, contortionists, all manner of amazingly talented souls decorated the pavement and seamlessly flowed with the vibrantly colored tents pitched around. Shilo could feel her heart pick up in tempo as if the excitement was far more than she could bear. Overwhelmed and for once in a positive way, her eyes glimmered as she entered the music contest. All of her life idolizing rock and punk singers and more so with Mag, she was confident that tonight her voice would be heard; no longer a slave to confinement and despondency.

Sure, some part of her knew that the Largo's would be lingering around. After all, this was an event based around their money usually to open to the public about some kind of new method of surgery. As it was, Shilo both holding frailty and strength in her youthful albeit poisoned body, saw just how flawed the world around her was. Dare to go under the knife with GeneCo and their parts both synthetic and removed from others meant one could only rent said parts required to sustain life. Failure to pay resulted in the legal assassination and repossession of what rightly belonged to GeneCo and their employees. Sometimes, Shilo felt selfish for fretting and cursing over her inherently horrid genetics. But tonight? Tonight she didn't pass a single thought to the Largo family nor to her father or any other that would attempt to stand in her way of absolute freedom even if it was just borrowed time.

Bright simper graced her pale physiognomy as she waited her turn in line of talents to amateur their heart's desire to the awing masses swelling the Square. When she did go up, the overwhelming sensation tugged her intestines - mouth opened but for the first few moments, nothing could come forth. Could she really do this? A deep breath was out of the question for her chest began to almost instantly ache - blood pressure rose like the dead from their graves but without fail did her voice find escape from hitched lungs and what came of it? A song of her very own. Angelic, sweet, hypnotic in the way each word rolled gracefully from her tongue. 

"The world is becoming a jester, and it seems to be taking your side and the cut I made on my arm starts to fester and I have become colorblind. Well excuse me, I need this infection - I refuse to be 'healthy' if that's what you are and you say that I need more 'direction' but I always come closer by going too far. And I-na-na-na-nananalai-am! You're scared of basic emotions, you say that they're fragile just like china cups! Well they'll go on use with caution with manners so perfect and so are your tramps. And I-na-na-na-nananalai (x3)- am! Well, the world is becoming a jester...and it seems to be taking your side. And the cut that I made on my arm starts to fester...and I have become...colorblind..."

Without missing a pitch and keeping sway to her fluidity of motion, she had giggled at the end and handed the microphone over only to hear applause, hoots and chants for her to win though within the crowd did she see her idol staring back at her with a sort of serene and unspoken awe. The feeling had been mutual. Had Mag really been watching her the entire time? The woman gazed upon the girl as though she had seen a ghost and like a stone amidst the sea, she remained motionless until Shilo broke their gaze and made her way from the stage. From behind came a soft and almost breathy mid-tone octave, "What's your name?" Gasping and pivoting on the balls of her feet, Shilo was face to face with Blind Mag and it was like someone pressed 'pause' on her response and modulation system. Thin, dark brows rose high as the shock was apparent in her expression and clearly amused the singer. "Sh...Shilo." 

"Well, you have a great talent." There was a certain uncertainty lingering within Mag's flawless tone but it abruptly had been put to rest when she noticed the necklace hanging from around the girl's neck. "Blood pressure warning. Medicate immediately." The robotic drone of her medical bracelet sheered the awkward silence and startled Shilo back to her all too depressing reality. Excusing herself and making off into a tent without even so much as announcing she was entering, the teen frantically rummaged her bag and grabbed her medicine. Oh sure, she had attempted to ignore the warning before but as her breath drew ever short and her heartbeat thundered in her ears, the pain became unimaginable. With each passing moment of her fumbling, her bracelet sounded off more regularly - uprising the pressure and panic causing her to drop her bottle onto the ground, few of the glowing pills landing in the dirt and grass below but she managed to get one into her mouth, eyes closed tightly while she waited with familiar pain starting to carve its way through her physical form and it started square in her chest. 

▪ 𝒮ʜɪᴛ𝐒🖕🏼ℭʀᴇᴇ𝐊,

Feb 14th 2019 05:01



I hope you have a spooktastic day, 
whether it is with your significant other, friend, or family.
I know, this little greeting more than likely seems cheesy 
or possibly a 'wtf' moment but, I'm sending it anyway ♥
Today is supposed to be a celebration of love, of all sorts. 
So don't let anything make you feel gloomy, and shine 
through anything that may attempt to do so. 

Happy Valentines day! 

From Stormie.
▪ 𝒮ʜɪᴛ𝐒🖕🏼ℭʀᴇᴇ𝐊,

Jun 17th 2018 02:43


// Soooo sorry this took forever! Annnd, that I may be a bit rusty! Getting back in the swing of things though as of late, thank goodness. I’m looking forward to where this story ends up. While its intense, it is also quite comical I say x’D //

Stormeai was seriously in distress over the entire situation going down, and how the world around them all took a one eighty within a blink of an eye, quite literally. Especially with Pavi not being so up to par during the whole situation either. Which the female understood to a certain degree, but still, it sucked considering the severe circumstances. Looking over at Pavi and then back at his father Rotti upon her suggestion, hoping that something could get things moving fast, before it was too late to even try anymore.

Nodding her head when Rotti began responding, she stood silent with hazel hues widening slightly at a response she was not expecting to get, especially with Pavi present. God, Stormie hated being in the middle of a parent child dispute of some sort, always feeling extremely uncomfortable if a parent were to compare Storm to a friend of hers in a disrespectful manner to said friend. All the Italian female could do was look over at Pavi a moment, shrugging slightly with a ‘I’m sorry’ type expression, hoping he would know she did not take compliment to Rotti’s words and found them as disrespectful personally. “Uh..ah, thanks, I will – we will, do our best to go ahead and find one immediately” Storm chimed in quick, not wanting to give her good friends father a chance to say anything else that would be cold towards Pavi Largo.

She could tell that comment bothered her friend personally, feeling a little bad about it not knowing how she’d feel if on the receiving end. “C’mon Pav, let’s go get us a flesh eater to bring back to your dad so he can possibly find a cure.” Stormeai urged, tugging on Pavi’s forearm slightly to motion out of the room to exit. Getting in the elevator, then going down and out, Cicca took a deep breath before taking a step outside once again. “Watch my back, I’ll uh- do my best to get one on my own mkay?” Storm kinked a brow, in other words saying /you better do something at least and not make me do everything/.

Stormie did her best to walk fast, yet as silent as possible. Looking all around herself and Pavi, eyes squinting trying to find a walker to somehow capture. “We’ll need a noose of some sort, maybe. Ya’ know, to like throw over their head and maybe just end up dragging them back here” She chuckled a little at that suggestion, not realizing how goofy it really did sound until finishing her sentence. Walking further, the Italian female grabbed a rope that was dangling off of a tree, used for something not good but didn’t care to question it. “Here” Storm made Pavi hold it, forcing him to get in the zone and man up as much as possible for him anyway. After about ten minutes or so, a walker came into sight, Storm’s heart skipping a beat and getting ready. “Alright, so if I’m gonna’ do all I can do capture them on my own as much as possible, then you are gonna’ help lead them toward me kay?” Stormeai explained firmly, lips pursing and brows furrowed waiting for his responses and actions. Hoping this would work out in some way or another for what it was worth in the end.

▪ 𝒮ʜɪᴛ𝐒🖕🏼ℭʀᴇᴇ𝐊,

Mar 25th 2018 19:55


|| Aha, you couldn’t have said that any much better xD! Yeah, it really is a win win for him when it comes down to it, well, in situations such as those that is! Haha ||

Stormie certainly didn’t foresee these events happening in her life this soon, but at least deep down she had always been prepared for it. Just considering how it all began, was quite weird. The only real honest hope there was at this point in time, was Pavi’s father Rotti, the only family that has created cures for pretty much every and anything. If a cure could not be founded for this outbreak, then the entire world would surely be doomed to no return within an instant.

Cicca followed her friend quickly to his father’s domain, to see if by somehow, the man would be able to cook something up before time ran out to do so. Pavi was wreck, Stormie could see it and hear in his voice. In all honesty, it was a surprise he was the last one standing thus far, not to mean, he was just so delicate and not as rowdy like she herself was when it came to situations such as these especially. Storm would like to think she had a big helping factor in helping keep him alive. Upon arriving to Pavi’s dad’s office, she remained quite until given room to chime in.

She watched while her good friend’s father coughed harshly into his napkin, from afar she in fact saw the blood come from out his body, which was quite sad and couldn’t imagine how that reflected on Pavi in that moment. Stormie stood straight, walking forward listening closely. Her brows furrowed in response to hearing how Rotti Largo spoke to his last standing child, it was cruel, unlike what Storm was used to when it came to a father being there for their child. How come? She dare not to ask, but would always hold that curiosity within. It wasn’t her business though of course, and asking her friend would more than likely just bring him pain in the end. Maybe, maybe not though.

Stormeai became silent once Rotti pretty much demanded for both her and Pavi to stay there until further notice, that a cure was being looked into. Though, they simply couldn’t just stay in there awaiting for what may never happen. At least Stormie certainly could not, she’d go nuts. So, she pondered hard and fast. “Well, um, sir” She cleared her throat, getting an idea formed inside of her brain. ‘With all due respect, I understand that you are working on a cure to end what is currently happening, though, either way it’ll become time consuming” Stormie continued, leaning against the table slightly. “Wouldn’t it be eaiser, if maybe I brought you one of the infected? So then, tests or some kind of experiment can be made, in order to figure out just the right cure more quickly?” Storm asked sincerely, and it was a valid question after all. She looked to the side over at Pavi, wondering if perhaps he would agree as well to this. Would his father say yes? And if he did, would he more than likely tell Pavi to man up and go out there with her to catch one of the undead? The first person that came to mind was the girl Shiloh she had remembered Rotti wanted before the outbreak, either as a trade or hell, she may be infected or upon seeing it personally, perhaps Rotti would kick everything into high gear quicker than he naturally would. Something had to be done either way, and Stormeai was only trying to help make it happen before she became one of the undead’s fresh grounded beef.

▪ 𝒮ʜɪᴛ𝐒🖕🏼ℭʀᴇᴇ𝐊,

Jan 1st 2018 22:48


| Yer' welcome! Aha right? Sounds about correct lol xD. Alright then! :D. Ha thank ya, I'm sure we can do some random a/ss funny, yet serious things with this story for sure xP Yeah, I can see what you mean with that as well. I feel like Rotti just might do a cure though for his benefit, or do the other dx |

Stormeai did her best to remain as calm as could be, but this situation continued growing intense by the moments. She did not see this coming today by a long shot, but there was no time to go and wish for things to be different, hope they would, all there was time to do was run and figure out what the hell to do, and /fast/. The Italian female ran after Pavi, making sure he didn't get too far away from her, figuring out where to run to his father in hopes of him being able to fix all of this. It was a 50/50 though, which made things all the more an emotional wreck.

Both Italian's ran to the elevator, Stormie following Pavi's lead as quickly as possible. A part of her felt slightly bad having to kill both of his siblings whom turned into flesh eating monsters, not knowing how it would affect Pavi in the end, hoping he'd understand for what it was worth. "All your dad has to do is figure it out, and then maybe this all can freaking stop before its far too late" Storm said through heavy breathing, sweat coating her face, heart hammering up into her throat.

Upon arrival to Pavi's dad's office, Storm saw the repo men standing before his father Rotti, and then once the older man yelled at his son, and motioned for both to sit, Stormie did just that instantly. Sure, she was only slightly nervous due to her friends' father's actions, how he sounded, but she still had hope of him finding a cure, or knowing what to do for the most part at least. "Sir. You must have a cure I hope" Storm said in a panicked whisper, turning her head to look at Pavi that looked a hot mess. "Just breathe amico.." Stormie said as kindly as she could to her fellow Italian friend.

▪ 𝒮ʜɪᴛ𝐒🖕🏼ℭʀᴇᴇ𝐊,

Dec 18th 2017 04:52


[Awh, you're too kind! Yours are as well though! Right? Ahahaha. Well, I suppose we'll have to find out. It would totally suck to have a cure, and then it go bad after all is good because Pavi messes up or something lmfao. Stormie would wanna kick his ass for sure x'D If you have anything you'd like to add, do let me know! And I'm so sorry yet again, for such a long wait. Also sorry if this reply was sorta' slow! I thought you'd want to portray Rotti the most considering you are writing his son after all xD Damn, it makes me wonder how he'd react if something like this actually did go down. You know? xD Anyway, here you goooo. ]

Stormeai didn't intentionally want to kill Pavi's siblings, but there was no way around it now that there was a zombie outbreak coming forth. Sure, it felt damn good to not only beat the sh*t out of Luigi, but end his life as well in the end. Of course, Stormie would never confess such thoughts running throughout her mind to Pavi. Although, her Italian friend didn't seem as upset as she was expecting, so that was certainly a plus for her conscience.

Cicca quickly gripped onto Largo, yanking him forward so they could head to his father at once, unable to waste any time. She could only hope that Mr. Largo could somehow find a cure, but Storm had a backup plan being made in her head as they sprinted. She /always/ had a backup plan even if things looked promising. If she didn't, how else would things get done the way they should in order to survive in the end? They got to the GenCo doors, Stormeai looking to the side listening while Pavi responded to all she had expressed. "Good" She nodded, now just needing her friend to lead the way to his father's study considering she had only been inside the place one time.

When Pavi's sister Amber came about in zombie form, Stormie had to act fast and that she did. Ms. Sweet was taken out just like Luigi, and Storm watched when her surely dead corpse went to the ground entirely lifeless. Looking up, Stormie could see that took a different affect upon Pavi, and a part of her felt a little guilty. But, she could only hope he'd understand in the end and not end up growing hate towards her for having to do the hard stuff, that a lot of people wouldn't do. "I..I'm sorry Pav" Storm said sympathetically, nodding her head and then returned to gripping his wrist. "C'mon, we gotta' go dude, we gotta get to your dad" She said as kindly as she could.

Stormeai had the two begin running inside, locking the doors behind and headed up to where his father was supposed to be. "Alright, considering your dad is pretty sick right now, will you be able to help him if he needs it?" Storm asked seriously, taking a moment to stand still and look at Pavi seriously. "We must get something to take out whatever the hell has happened to the human race, and I know as well as probably everyone else too, that your dad is the only hope right now to try and do so" Stormie explained, nodding her head, making sure Pavi understood everything and wouldn't' second guess. "Don't tell him about Luigi and Amber right away, we need him totally focused on figuring out something for this madness, sound good?" Storm urged, hoping she made sense and didn't confuse her friend who would more than likely have some sort of PTSD after this all in the future.
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