[The actual words of the Sister doesn't register with Accelerator, it doesn't really need to. The problem is that it's her, the very last one he killed, standing there in front of him and speaking like that afternoon in the alley never happened at all. Like some sick joke where he's allowed to have a second chance with the ones he murdered, like he's allowed to redeem himself and forget about the past. Like he has the chance to be forgiven.
His vision is wavering and his heart is racing as he chokes down his nausea. It's bad enough that he doesn't even notice Leo grabbing him for several seconds. He doesn't pull away - his distaste at being touched is the last thing on his mind, and he isn't seeing straight. Looking up, seeing the Sisters standing there like blank dolls coated in nightmarish alien body parts, doesn't help. Nevertheless, he lets himself be dragged along. A more normal reaction for him would be to switch his choker on and get violent even if the Sisters did attack them, he wouldn't be able to fight back. He wouldn't even be able to reflect them.
More hands keep reaching out out of the blood to try and slow them, or force them to stop, now grabbing at Accelerator too. It's enough to make him outright stop at points, his legs shaking like he's going to collapse.
The Sisters who have fully formed, thousands of them, start crowding in closer. Still not attacking, but to get through them they're going to have to be moved out of the way. They're reaching, too.
"'You tricked us into coming here. You said you wanted to spend time with us. You lied,' says Misaka, remembering a familial argument during a demolition derby she was not present for and with a father she does not have," one of them with a Krang eye over her goggles says, as half a dozen mumble other words, all overlapping with each other as they reach for Donnie's battle shell, trying to get at his soft shell underneath.
"'How come nobody trusts me? None of you guys have any faith in me. Why?' Wonders Misaka, feeling overwhelming insecurity from a lack of trust," another Sister close to Leo explains, a Krang-like tentacle in place of an arm moving from his shell to his one good katana.
Dozens, hundreds of other start speaking as well. Some of them are talking over each other, some are speaking in unison, and some are finishing each other's sentences. It's a mess, and none of them appear to care that it might be hard to discern what they're saying.
"'Furthermore, Misaka...'" one girl starts, and another continues.
"'... in anticipation of the planned experiments...'" she says, and a third one with one eye replaced by a bulbous Krang eye speaks up smoothly.
"'... has undergone various tuning...'" And a fourth.
"'... and any alterations to the project would be difficult,' explains Misaka." She finishes.
The one identified as #10 031 merely stands there, unmoving, in their way. "'Where are you going?' Inquires Misaka, not wanting to be left alone," is all she says.]
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His vision is wavering and his heart is racing as he chokes down his nausea. It's bad enough that he doesn't even notice Leo grabbing him for several seconds. He doesn't pull away - his distaste at being touched is the last thing on his mind, and he isn't seeing straight. Looking up, seeing the Sisters standing there like blank dolls coated in nightmarish alien body parts, doesn't help. Nevertheless, he lets himself be dragged along. A more normal reaction for him would be to switch his choker on and get violent even if the Sisters did attack them, he wouldn't be able to fight back. He wouldn't even be able to reflect them.
More hands keep reaching out out of the blood to try and slow them, or force them to stop, now grabbing at Accelerator too. It's enough to make him outright stop at points, his legs shaking like he's going to collapse.
The Sisters who have fully formed, thousands of them, start crowding in closer. Still not attacking, but to get through them they're going to have to be moved out of the way. They're reaching, too.
"'You tricked us into coming here. You said you wanted to spend time with us. You lied,' says Misaka, remembering a familial argument during a demolition derby she was not present for and with a father she does not have," one of them with a Krang eye over her goggles says, as half a dozen mumble other words, all overlapping with each other as they reach for Donnie's battle shell, trying to get at his soft shell underneath.
"'How come nobody trusts me? None of you guys have any faith in me. Why?' Wonders Misaka, feeling overwhelming insecurity from a lack of trust," another Sister close to Leo explains, a Krang-like tentacle in place of an arm moving from his shell to his one good katana.
Dozens, hundreds of other start speaking as well. Some of them are talking over each other, some are speaking in unison, and some are finishing each other's sentences. It's a mess, and none of them appear to care that it might be hard to discern what they're saying.
"'Furthermore, Misaka...'" one girl starts, and another continues.
"'... in anticipation of the planned experiments...'" she says, and a third one with one eye replaced by a bulbous Krang eye speaks up smoothly.
"'... has undergone various tuning...'" And a fourth.
"'... and any alterations to the project would be difficult,' explains Misaka." She finishes.
The one identified as #10 031 merely stands there, unmoving, in their way. "'Where are you going?' Inquires Misaka, not wanting to be left alone," is all she says.]