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he street was a mess. Construction was an ongoing effort. Most of the city was seeing progress after the big attack. Twenty-four hours of endless chaos and Farrin had been caught in the mix. He kept the details on his level of involvement light, of course. His personal protocol these days. He wasn't supposed to go looking for trouble, but when lives were at stake - well - what kind of hero would he be if he let harm come to others when he could help? 

"Yuh' good ta' go?" Farrin asked.

A small truck had been loaded with several small carts, each similarly packed with food and water for distribution to the construction crews and any newfound victims lost among the wreckage. The students were operating in preassigned pairs. Farrin had, once again, been teamed up with Junsuina Kanjo. A quiet puzzle not all that keen on being solved. That sat well enough with the time-turner. He wasn't prying any pieces out of anyone- not the biggest talker himself. 

Farrin checked each drawer and container one last time, confirming all the grub was good and ready to be delivered. He shut the bottommost drawer, then looked back to Mood Ring. No reason to expect danger now. Once that twenty-four-hour window closed, anyone not yet detained fled. It was precise. Exact. Organized. 

"Cause it's lookin' like e'erythin's in place. I push. You navigate the route?" He continued, looking ahead past a few littered chunks of concrete and other debris. It was a mess, but nothing the city wouldn't come back. In time.  

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[attr="class","bmsk"] in blackest night... The Long Night of Chaos. Jun was fortunate and had managed to stay out of it, outside of a small incident involving a few goons and Gabe. Once that was resolved though she kept out of the city and didn't leave campus. Once the coast was clear she put herself down on the volunteer list in order to help support the cleanup efforts. Crews had already begun to get things situated, and she found herself on Food duty. Not the most prestigious of positions, but it was one of those that needed to get done. And, yet again, Jun found herself partnered with Farrin. Fun. She had looked up from her map, one that she had spent the better part of an hour marking whenever she had free time. While using a phone was much more efficient, she could more easily mark on a map and make notes. "Yeah, sounds good." She was, oddly enough, in her hero suit, though if asked about it she'd explain that the anchors and winches that went with it worked alongside a harness sewn into the suit. Effectively, she could put more force behind actions than with the belt along. It was a more just in case if they needed to do something extra over the necessity of the task. "There's a couple of crews working along the next three blocks north, we should probably visit them first before heading east." She'd hook one of the anchors to the front of the cart as she'd take point, constantly looking back and forth to ensure the cart had enough clearance and that it could make it through the debris. Farrin

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et's get to it then," Farrin said as he started pushing at the back of the cart. Jun had agreed with him. Given their history, that basically amounted to a high five. Still not all that much, but coming from his upperclassman, he'd take it. 

The musings of Farrin's inner voice were immediately muted by the slightest stain near some nearby rubble lying over the sidewalk curb. Dark, almost black now, but a few red drops remained. Mostly dry, but not entirely. Someone was hurt here. Maybe even killed. Farrin's lips curved a notch downward, the slightest hint of a frown. Maybe he could have helped them? If he stayed out in the field longer, if he brought Freja back to campus but turned around afterward and returned to the city. Maybe he could have done more? 

"Where were yuh' when all this happened?" Farrin dared to ask. 

He had been with Zenkai at first. Together, they rallied what people civilians they found and brought them to a hospital, then had to defend that hospital. The school knew that part. Both were given a pass due to the circumstances they found themselves in. Afterward, Zenkai stayed to protect the people while Farrin moved out and took down a small gang looking to mug a few civilians. Luckily, Lady Web (Peacekeeper, as she called herself) came swinging in and backed him up. After that, he ventured even further into the city. That's where he found Freja. After exhausting Chronokinesis fighting another gang, he finally turned and made for campus alongside his injured friend. Those last two parts, well, he would have to keep quiet about the rest of that night.  

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[attr="class","bmsk"] in blackest night... Jun, meanwhile, was trying not to dwell on the destruction that was all around them. The less she thought on it, the less her feelings of inadequacy and powerlessness would surface, which would hinder the job at hand. Was there something she could have done to help? Probably. But the less she dwelt on it, the better. "On campus. I almost got caught up in it all on my way back from work, but managed to avoid the bulk of it." She again kept things brief and to the point. There was no reason to dwell on it. Or this sudden growing uneasiness in the pit of her stomach. Maybe she could have done something to help- "Let's focus on supporting the rebuilding effort. No sense in thinking what could have been done better, or at all." It was less of a warning for Farrin, and more of a reminder to herself. She'd let out some chain, walking ahead to get a better lever in order to guide the cart around a particularly large piece of concrete in the way. Regardless, the uneasy feeling didn't go away. Farrin

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t might have made more sense just to drive the food to each destination, but navigating through the destruction could be difficult in some areas, and the truck could only be in one place at any given time. The volunteers could cart off their resources to hit several hotspots simultaneously. Honestly, Farrin would have preferred zipping back and forth, but even he would tire out eventually. Still, there was always that voice in his head. The one telling him he needed to do more. He needed to work faster. He needed to be better. And he needed to execute on all of the above immediately.

"Yeah, s'pose yer' right," he replied.

A callow layer crept out beneath the trained armor and discipline's mask. Restraint was never Farrin's forte. Not when it came to his gut or his conscience. Hours spent battling the dark tides wasn't enough. Not when so many were hurt. He could have done more. He should have. How could he not? And though he agreed with Jun, he couldn't help but stare at each loose piece of rubble, each ruined car, every spot and inch where his imagination told him someone might have been hurt. 

A few blocks away, curious eyes trailed the students. Not only Farrin and Jun but the other pairs as well. The organization's plans required meticulous work. A vigilant watch. And a determined grasp. The right pieces needed nudging, and though the last encounter with the time-turner was little more than a test, a gauge, today would demand a bit more push. The games were almost over. The hunt was nearly on.    

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[attr="class","FarrinQuote"]Even if it's already been decided. Even if it's set in stone. I'll smash that future!

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[attr="class","bmsk"] in blackest night... Navigating through the streets was tedious, but not impossible. A bump here, a dip there, and alternating between the chains she managed to keep the cart moving. This was made easier by the fact that she didn't have to do much in order to keep it in locomotion. She'd occasionally pull, especially if it got stuck, but teamwork made the dream work, after all. Their first stop started, and thankfully things were going without a hitch. An entire intersection had already been cleared, and the infrastructure was beginning to be put back into place. This was business as usual, after all; Japan's infrastructure was already top notch, and even with super powers running rampant the crews were more than able to get things settled back swiftly. Construction hadn't begun yet, but at the very least most debris was cleared off. And even with Jun fumbling her words and helping pass out meals and water to those that needed it, they all seemed grateful enough. With the first stop taken care of and their job beginning to take them through the hellscape again, Jun manned her post and began to guide the truck. Once they were a block away, though, a sound caught her attention: JUN! She stopped, her routine of scanning her surroundings taking hold. "Hang on a second. Did you hear something just now?" The sound of diesel and other heavy machinery could easily be heard through the city, but to her that was background noise. This thing...sounded almost right next to her. Maybe she was starting to hear things again, the recent stress combined with a lack of sleep made her thing normal sounding things were something alien. Maybe she was experiencing that again? Farrin

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rom one worker to the next, Farrin darted about the first site. " 'ere yuh' go, lad. Good work," he started with one worker, "doin' great, boyo," he offered another as he passed out some water. Small talk was kryptonite to Farrin's soul, but the lads had earned a little cheer given the crap job they were given. How many bodies did they uncover below the debris? How many had Farrin failed to save? 

Just as swiftly as they arrived, they were gone. Off to the next site. Farrin pushed the cart ahead. It was light enough, and with Jun tugging it along here and there along the more difficult and damaged terrain, the job was a breeze. An idle mind is the devil's workshop and work the devil did.

A flash. A moment. A memory. It wasn't his own. It was a boy's, Farrin's age at most. He was running, fleeing the carnage, loosing profanities into the air, and rightfully so. Where the boy went, his blood followed, a dripping trail from a grazing slash wound. It wasn't deep but had cut into his leg. He escaped. Then, a thundering boom echoed up and down the street, and the boy dropped. He died just before turning into the alleyway to the students' right. His corpse must have been retrieved because there was nothing there now, but somebody died here. If Farrin had been faster, stronger, and had met his potential, he might have stopped it. 

"You failed us. You failed us all." 

"Not enough. Never enough." 

"And if you're not a hero, if you can't meet your potential, why are you here?"  

A sanguine stare trailed the alleyway. There, the shadows danced. A nebulous something took shape and looked right back. People. Survivors? 

"Yeah, uh, I'm thinkin' it's 'em down there," Farrin answered Jun, nodding toward the alleyway. 

The survivors stumbled forward, one heavy step slapping against the pavement after another. And when the shadows peeled away, the light revealed the truth. Survivors? How could they survive in such a shape? The group was a misshapen mess, a gaggle of the grotesque. Each suffered wounds that spelled certain death. 

One larger form hovered just barely over the ground, like a glissade over ice. Its finger rose, pointing to the duo. 

"You failed us, so now you'll join us." 

That's how the party started. The maimed humanoids poured out of the alleyway and fell as rain over the students. 

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[attr="class","bmsk"] in blackest night... Jun turned to look where Farrin was pointing, trying to make sense of the darkness and the dancing shadows. That same bad feeling came back, and her body began to tense in anticipation. "Be on your guard there's no...telling..." she began to speak something (somewhat) inspiring, but trailed off as the figures began to pour out. Her hands began to tremble as a number of them were familiar faces, and those that she once knew were focused on her. Not every person that stepped out was someone she knew, but the fact that there were some... The moment the crowd began to bear down on them Jun began to channel her quirk, though not to the effect she wanted. Two stones snapped, a glowing cloud of smoke laced with dread began to permeate around the pair. "Shit!" In almost any conversation Farrin might have heard Jun in, she never cursed. In fact, there might have been moments he might have heard her call it uncouth and unhero like. But something about this disturbed her to the point of breaking this mentality. Doing what she could to get a hold of her emotions, she'd create a three-layer fence out of glowing chain, the smoke dissipating. This didn't stop two of the zombies from getting in, the rest clawing and trying to get past it. "YOU DID NOTHING!" one of them screamed, a young woman with a massive hole in her chest. "NOTHING! AND STOLE HER DREAM IN THE PROCESS!" Farrin

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he deathly monsoon crashed against the storm gate, a fence Jun erected. Blood irises began to glow, shifting into golden pearls framed by time. His gaze shot between the charging horde and his upperclassman. She was scared. Well, worried, at least. And who could blame her? Unease stirred into anxiety, bordering panic. But this wasn't Farrin's first bout with his past. His failures. 

"YOU LET ME DIE!" 

A body crashed against the fence. Nails and flesh peeled, and as it tugged on the verdant fence, blood, and spittle flew from decayed jowls. Its face was familiar, fresh not only Farrin's immediate past but also the night of villains' attack. It was him. The boy that was gunned down just a few meters away. 

"WHY DIDN'T YOU COME BACK! WHY WASN'T I ENOUGH!" 

"I-I'm sorry," Farrin muttered, backing away.

He hadn't been in this part of town, but that was no excuse when one was tied to the threads of time. Only he could know every moment, everywhere. If only he were better. If only he were more. If he met his potential. 

"I'm so sorry."

Silence grasped the moment, and the time-turner looked away. He couldn't do anything to help the kid now, but he could help Jun. Farrin dashed across the distance and thrust his boot into the closest of the two creatures that made it through. He hadn't recognized these ones, but he held back regardless. What if these people could be saved? What if there was some way to heal them? 

The former person flew several feet and then dropped into a limp roll. A crunch. A crack. Shite, even dialing it down, Farrin had done more damage than intended. 

"You alright?" He looked to Jun, then toward the fence holding back the weight of the world's dead.  

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[attr="class","bmsk"] in blackest night... "Suki!" The sickening display of her former comrade was hard to watch, but any change in her state would only cause the fence to collapse. Witnessing the event caused the links to bend and morph as she struggled to maintain the proper amount of fear to keep the horde off of them. She dropped to a knee, unable to keep the tears back as she let out a sob, hands shaking as she kept them up. She wanted to dump everything out in that moment, but she knew doing so would be certain death. What she was seeing, what both of them were seeing, it was almost like a reminder of the past. Cruel, twisted..."I don't know how long I can keep them back," she says, doing what she could to maintain concentration. "Identify the threat. The main threat. Those people are dead. At least, the ones I recognize...nothing should be bringing them back-" "WE NEVER LEFT!" a voice from the horde called out, with a second: "BUT YOU LEFT US! BOTH OF YOU!" "I can only hold one construct at a time," she says, tilting her head Farrin's way. "Tell me when you're ready, and I'll drop the fence. But we need to find the person behind this...whoever they are." Farrin

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nd fear, was the point. That fool Melodist thought his malevolent music might make the mind dance to death, trapped by its own insecurities and anxiety. But Alastor made realities of the nightmare. Why Ouroboros kept the inferior of the two among its ranks was lost on him, but it was no matter. He would prove himself of the better of the two here and now, by ending the senseless cycle and ineffectuality. He would do away with the time-turner's friend and finally take the boy in, as he suggested many a time. 

As the two's fear grew, so did the strength of his constructs. Watching from the top of a building halfway down the street, Alastor held his mask still and narrowed his focus. He dug deeper. Deeper still. Mining through the deepest pits of the duo's despairs. He could end this quickly if he could draw out Balor again from the young time-turner or perhaps another monstrosity from the girl. 

Meanwhile, Farrin noted the name Jun called for. Suki? He didn't know of any Suki, which meant this was personal for Jun, too. They were being targeted. And if they were being targeted, Farrin could only guess who their attacker belonged to. His upperclassman was right. These people were dead. Someone was behind this. 

"I've got this," he assured her, "I'm gonna blitz 'em, give yuh' an openin' ta' deal wit' these guys," Farrin's eyes rose to the closest rooftop. He knew their MO now. These Ouroboros people always watched, gauging him. For what purpose, he wasn't yet sure. But if this was them, he knew where to look. 

"But after that, I'll be takin' ta' the roofs. Once I knock these guys down, hit 'em hard. Yer' gonna need room ta' maneuver," he offered, then looked into the crowd. And there, he found another familiar face, this one from his life back home. And if Saxan was here, Delilah might not be far behind. Unless... did she live still? 

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[attr="class,""fa fa-cog"] Notes: Saxan and Delilah aren't meant to be recognized; they're new characters from Farrin's history. 

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[attr="class","bmsk"] in blackest night... Jun grit her teeth, taking in a deep breath. She wasn't looking forward to having to fight her former friends...but maybe she didn't have to fight at all. "There's some things that I'd rather not live through again," she says, slowly getting to her feet. "Just...make it quick, the last thing I want to see..." she sighed, gathering her strength. Forcing out every bit of will she had, she pushed the fence back before it dissipated, staggering the whole crowd back. It was the opportunity to let Farrin cut loose and get out; she didn't know what demons he was currently dealing with, and that was none of her business. Once he was away, she was going to start moving to get in a much more advantageous position, something to help her contain the outbreak. Unfortunately for her, Alastor would find something lurking within the recesses of her mind. Something that, while she had noble intentions, she still felt immense guilt over. As she was running she felt an unsettling feeling come over her, and before she knew it she had run right into a pole. Ow! That wasn't here a second ago- as she staggered to the ground she realized that where she was now wasn't where she was a second ago. Her heart sank as she got back up, the horde not far behind but a familiar figure standing where she was a few moments ago. "That outfit suits you," the girl says, her head at an odd angle that, upon turning, made a sickening sound. "But if I'm being truthful, it should be me that's in it." Farrin

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t would be a fair question to ask who was let loose when the fence fell, Farrin or the fear-fed dead. A hard jab connected with the closest of the undead. A flurry of fists danced across the frontline. He didn't give himself time to think. The more he thought, the more walls would rise, blocking him from what needed to be done. These people couldn't be here, just like the dead couldn't walk among the living - very few exceptions aside - so he had no reason to restrain himself. These things were artificial. They had to be.

Which did absolutely nothing when Farrin's fists flew just by Saxon's face. Saxon. An old friend. One of the few Farrin had back in New York. He and his sister Delilah were part of a small crew a younger time-turner ran with for a few months. Longer than he had with any others. The problem was: Saxon died. 

So, Farrin's fist sat in the air, still as stone. His scrunching eyes betrayed the wound within. "I- I dun'," he started, but with a smile, Saxon cut him off. "Don't know what to say? It's really simple, Speedy. You let me die, too. Remember?"

"No. I. I didn't mean fer' any o' that ta'-" 

"But it did. It did happen. And now you're here, failing as always, and I'm gone." 

A blur and Farrin was gone. 

His hand latched onto the bottom rung of a fire escape ladder. Whatever this was, he couldn't face it, not like this. But logic laid his course. He didn't have to fight those things below. He only needed to find the source and deal with it. That was the plan. Jun was out there, dealing with the horde herself now. He had to be quick. Luckily, quick was kind of his thing. Climbing up the ladder, Farrin sped to the nearest rooftop in a flash and began his search for Alastor, who was finding deeper, darker threads to tug on. Fears rooted in the very soul. He grabbed hold of those fears and with a yank, made them reality.  

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[attr="class","bmsk"] in blackest night... Jun didn't think much on her high school days, but the girl standing before her was, beyond the shadow of a doubt, the one that made the time worth it: Soyu. Like the last time Jun saw her she was pale, but the odd angles her head was at...That should have healed by now. The approaching horde distracted Jun for a moment, enough for Soyu to close in and land a devastating punch. "What's wrong? You act like you just saw a ghost!" "If you can call whatever you are a ghost..." Jun says, taking a few steps back and taking up a defensive position. "This doesn't make any sense, you're-" "Dead? Yeah, it sucks, but not as much as you taking my place." The eerie thing about it all was the fact that every blow that Soyu scored, every jab she threw, was done with a smile on her face. Jun did her best to bob and weave, but she was heavily distracted. "That's the thing, you're not dead! So if you're not dead, then how-" "How do you know for sure, hm? When was the last time you visited? When was the last time you talked with my parents? Of course I'm dead! I could have never recovered from that injury." Jun glanced up, seeing how the horde had split. Part of it was going towards the fire escape, intending to chase Farrin (though how effective that would be would be questionable), but the bulk was closing in. If Jun didn't get moving, she'd be overwhelmed. "I don't have time debating what counts as dead, I'm sorry for this but I need you to join the others." Channeling her anger she flung a hammer at Soyu, sending her deep into the crowd. It was practically on top of Jun, and she had to turn to run. If she didn't- The next thing she knew, they were all around her. Hands grabbing her, yanking her, trying to pull her apart. As mundane as Soyu's quirk was, it could be powerful in the right circumstances: the ability to swap places with anyone. What she did to get her old classmate off of her just may have killed her... Farrin

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 few steps across the roof, and Farrin dared to glance below. What was she doing? Jun should've been on the offense, but just one of those things was digging into her. Every jab, hit or miss, was another moment robbed from her, another chance to retaliate against the horde before it reached her. She said when they first met, that she could topple the stone spires in the training facility, it was time to brandish that power. 

"Just going to let her die too?" 

The words were soft. Familiar. A gentle lilt that once captivated the time-turner. She was here. 

She approached from behind and stopped at his side beside him, looking over the building's edge as well, her arms crossed behind her back. Farrin didn't dare fix his gaze on her, but he knew who it was. Could see her in his periphery. Delilah.

"That wasn't me' fault, n' yuh' know it. I did e'erythin' I could fer Saxon. How was I supposed ta'-" 

"Supposed to know? You couldn't have. But that doesn't make it any less your fault. You're here, living and breathing, and he's gone."

"This quirk, I know who it is now. Brinin' both the livin' n' the dead ta' play? Same as the night wit' Miroru. You. Yer' no' real. I know yer' no' real. You'd ne'er throw yer' hand in wit' this lot," Farrin turned, didn't let his gaze fix on her. He simply pushed her aside and rocketed across the rooftops at full speed. If he did face her, he'd never find the puppet master. She was wrong. He wouldn't let Jun die. She just had to hold on a little longer. 

"Running. Always running. But how much longer can you keep it up?" Delilah asked, watching as Speedy ran off. 

Armored boots launched from the edge of one building and landed atop another. The fear-constructs, some of them had scaled the initial building he climbed up. Looking back, he saw their ranks storming past Delilah, who stood and watched. She was unmoving, fixed in his past, as she should be. When he turned his head to the future, he saw a suited figure. Another familiar figure. He was on the money. Same fella as the night he and Miroru were attacked. Last time, the Ouroboros agent disappeared before Farrin could get his hands on him. Not this time.

"Dat's enough!" Farrin shouted, leaping from one building to the next again. This time, he was falling straight toward Alastor, who was quick to draw his blade.  

"I've been waiting for this," the villain mused.

His blade swung, but kicking off the very air via a temporal field just below Farrin's boot, the time-turner redirected his fall and rolled across the rooftop, just a few meters from his target. 

"Why're yuh' huntin me?' Farrin spat the moment he got on his feet, his posture firming in the stance of the Emerald Fist. "Attackin me n' anyone I travel wit'?"  

"You want answers? Earn them," Alastor sneered, a smile forming below his mask. 

"Have it yer' way," Farrin replied, his patience running dangerously thin. He had to end this before Jun was hurt. No holding back. 

 

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