Change In Perspective (INVITE ONLY)

[Azura]

How long had it been since Father had died?

How long, since they had come to her room and told her that their was a new mission she had to take on?

It felt like years, and yet she knew that in reality it had only been about six months, give or take a couple. She honestly didn't know the exact amount of time, because well...when you could not die, and when you lived most of your life contained in a box (for lack of a better term) you found that time had no baring on you and you tended to lose track of it.

At this point, Azura couldn't even tell you how old she was, how many years, exactly, that she had been at The Facility, or even how long she had truly known Raven or any of the other experiments that she had grown up around. A fact that both concerned her, and at the very same time, escaped her most of the time.

It wasn't that she didn't want to...It was just that time had always been something that was lost on her...Ever since she was a little girl, she had never really known about such things as keeping time, and therefore, it just didn't occur to her half the time. But then, there were a lot of things like that which she did not think about, simply because she had never had them as part of her life.

Such was the case when you were raised as nothing more than a number. Nothing more than an experiment for people to poke and prod at with needles and various drugs. Hard to think and act human, when you were treated as anything but.

Still, tonight was one of those rare nights where she found herself contemplating that elusive thing known as time. Sitting alone in the courtyard of the school, staring up at the very building she was supposed to be working to destroy. Well, perhaps not in the physical sense, but she was supposed to be working to, at the very least, tear down what it stood for, to break apart everything it respresented.

Yet somewhere along the way, she had gotten sidetracked. Her. Experiment 1511. The one that never, ever got sidetracked from a mission. The one who was the best at what she did because of the very fact that she never let anything get in her way.

How it had happened...she wasn't sure. When she got here, all she had wanted was to complete the mission and destroy everything around her...to do what she was told to do, and in the process earn her and Raven their freedom.

Now....well now she wasn't sure what she wanted anymore.

Part of her wanted to believe there for awhile, that she wanted to try and fit in. That maybe, just maybe she could be just like everyone else, prove Father wrong, and become a normal, average, everyday student. She had even gotten distracted enough to develop a crush on a boy. The very thought making her shake her head now as she sighed and slouched down against the fountain, her butt planted firmly in the cool grass below.

What was wrong with her!? Did she really think that she could ever get the attention of some boy? Did she really think that she could ever be looked at as anything but some sort of freak?

The answer....sadly...had been yes.

But things were changing, hell...a lot already had. And as her hazel eyes ran along the dark figure of the school before her, she found herself debating on what path she wanted to take now...because whatever one she was currently walking, was leading to nowhere fast....and that...for her...was just unacceptable.

[Kazumi O'Connor]

Kazumi~

I know that you don't know me, but I have something to talk to you about. It is concerning Patrick.

Meet me at the school....1 A.M...tonight.

The letter had been taped to her door when she got home from school this afternoon, and though she had thought to just throw it away and forget about it, she had found herself unable to do so. Had it not said anything about her husband, she would have left it alone, she would have thrown the damn thing in the trash and she would have walked inside and gone on about her life.

Now, here she was. Her car pulling into the parking lot of the school, and parking before she would climb out and flip her hair back over her shoulder. She was dressed in her usual attire....well usual as of late. A black t-shirt, a pair of jeans and boots. Nothing fancy. Nothing overly attractive. Just something simple and functional.

Slowly, she would carry herself toward the courtyard, not sure where she was supposed to meet this stranger at...a girl, by the looks of the handwriting, but, then, she could never be sure. Her mind running over the possibility of it being a male when suddenly a flash of vibrant red hair would catch her eye from beside the fountain. Her brow arching, mind trying to place ever seeing a red head before, but honestly, she was drawing a blank.

"What do you want?"

She didn't know the girl who had summoned her here, but she knew that the letter had said something about Patrick. So here she was, her tongue brushing over her lower lip as she folded her arms over her chest and ran her blue eyes over the red head seated on the ground before her.

She was the only girl here, so that was kind of a sign that this was the one who had called her here. The irritation in her voice making it clear that she wasn't in the mood for this shit, though she tried her best to remain calm...drawing in a deep, soothing breath as she slid her foot forward and jutted out her hip just slightly. The whole time, her mind running through the various reasons she was here, the various reasons the girl could have called her here, and what ANY of this could have to do with her husband.....

The thought of him causing her fists to clench up in anger as she fought not to hiss out his name with pure venom. She was pissed, at him, at the people who took him....at the world for that matter. But for now, she tried her best not to let it show, though on her hands, she felt blood begin to pool ever so slightly beneath her fingertips. Wishing every passing second that the redhead would hurry up and spill it.

[Azura]

She heard the car coming long before it ever pulled in and parked, her eyes closing as she drew in a deep breath to try and steady her resolve. This was honestly, the first time in her life, that she had found herself unable to really settle into doing something. Usually, once she decided to do something, there was no turning back. She either achieved her goal, or she failed and picked herself back up to keep trying. Those were her only two options, and she liked it that way.

But this...this was different. This was taking the most important thing in her life right now....and throwing it away.

Her hand slowly ran along her thigh as she counted in her mind to ten. Counting the number of breaths she drew between the time the car pulled in and the time the door shut, counting the number of steps the other girl took as she headed in her direction. She heard it all, even the way the girl's breathing changed when she saw Azura. It all knotted her stomach, but she didn't show any sign of unease.

Nope, she remained calm, opened her eyes and turned to look at her a split second before she opened her mouth to speak. The words coming forth with irritation and getting a little sigh from Azura as she pushed herself up to sand and dusted off her butt, composing her thoughts for a moment as Kazumi adjusted herself and then once more turning her gaze to the other girl. "I am Experiment One Five One One....."

She didn't flinch as she said it, and she didn't take a step back. If the girl meant to hit her, she would....It wouldn't hurt, and Azura had not intention of hitting her back. No, she was here to tell her something, and that was it. Regardless how the girl reacted...she would get out what she had to say...and she they would both walk away from here..."....and I am going to get you your husband back."

Determination set. Her mind made up. She gave a slight nod and folded her arms over her chest, standing and waiting...knowing that this could go many ways, but know that ultimately, the outcome would be the same.

[Kazumi O'Connor]

As the girl stood, Kazumi would tilt her head back to look up at her, the girl being a few inches taller than herself. Yet the moment she opened her mouth, everything around Kaz started to shift, her feet digging into the ground just to keep her from falling over. The redhead....she knew her now. This was that girl that was going around school being pushed around, berated and laughed at. She was the one that everyone thought was weak and pathetic......and now....here she stood claiming to be that bitch who had taken Patrick. The one who had come into her house and tied her up. The one who he was in love with......

The one he left you standing there for....

Nyx's voice rising up in her mind and drawing a growl from Kazumi as she had to force herself to stay in place. If she hurt her, she hurt him....and to be honest, that didn't seem like such a bad prospect. Oh, don't get her wrong...she loved him. But the fact was, she wanted nothing more than to kick his fucking ass until he couldn't move right now. Problem was....the girl before her was way too strong to take on and the satisfaction wouldn't be nearly as sweet.

Then, the sentence continued, and every bit of breath left her lungs as she arched her brow and took a rather shaky step forward. Slowly, now amethyst eyes would narrow upon the girl in front of her, her words escaping in a hushed little growl. "How? Or should I ask why?" Sounding as skeptical as any normal person would sound....No reason what so ever to trust this bitch, but wanting to so damn badly.

If only so she could kick his ass and have him know WHY she was doing it.....

[Azura]

She was surprised at the way the girl held her ground and did not attack. Not that she was wanting to get bitten again, but still, she had assumed that the girl's rage would send her into a fit, throwing whatever she had at Azura without so much as a care in the world other than destroying her. However, she seemed to harbor more irritation at Legion than she did anyone else, which to be honest, confused Azura to a point that she had to tilt her head and study the girl to make sure she was reading her right.

Though then came the questions, and though she was taken back by them, she had ultimately been expecting them. "The how is none of your concern. It is not something I wish for anyone other than myself, and myself only to know." She was very firm in her wording, well as firm as Azura could be when she wasn't angry about something. Yet there was no mistaking the determination that lingered within that soft and delicate tone.

"As for why...." She paused. She wasn't sure what to say here that would not hurt herself in some way. But it only took a moment to realize, that nothing she said could avoid that. No, this was going to hurt, but the logical side of her brain, the side which had been turned into the calm, methodical master of planning and decision making, knew that the pain was not her's to feel. No, the pain of losing Legion was not something she had a right to bare....that belonged to the girl currently standing before her. "....because he does not belong to me, despite what he may believe right now."

Oh there was no denying that Legion.....Patrick...believed that regardless of what would have been, he would have loved her no matter what...But that was simply not the case, and nothing would ever convince Azura of that fact. No, she had stolen him...unintentionally...but stolen none the less...And now....she was determined to give him back.

"All I need from you, is to be there when it happens." A simple request, or so it would seem. But in reality, it was asking for a lot. A whole lot. Yet if there was one thing that Azura had plenty of, it was faith...and right now, that faith told her, that having Kazumi there, in that moment, was her best shot at ensuring this all went as planned. "I do not have the details at the moment, and I will not keep you from your child any longer than I must. Just know that I will be in touch with the information. If you want him back, you will be there."

She had said what she needed to say, and with that, she would turn her back on the girl and move away, stepping easily enough into the shadows cast by the school and soon enough, disappearing from view. It had been a short, simple conversation, but if anyone knew what she was planning, anyone that said they cared about her, then they would likely have known that what she was doing....well...it was nothing short of signing her life away. But, if that was what it would take to right the wrongs she had committed, not only against Patrick and his wife, but the rest of the school, then that was what she would do.

Now....she just had to figure out a way to find her brother so that they could have a little chat.