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MKL:RM; Chapter 8: Blood Money

Siris' life has been anything but ordinary, but as she grew older, at times it felt like she's alon against the world. Sometimes consulting her mother, Skarlet, about her issues, rarely actually helped her. The closest she has to a friend in recent times is Red Robin, with whom she can relate to alot. Siris has been feeling less lonely after meeting him, slowly forgetting the things that happened to her in the past. From her hand being amputated, to her neck being close to cut open, to other drama that happened, which is a story for another time. Meeting Robin several months ago before even knowing who he is was a unique experience for her, as was for him. After a pile of bullshit that was the tournament that this dumbass wrote, they got to know eachother, for real this time. After waking up in her room in the Black Dragon base, she greets her mates, Kobra and Kira, as they were awake for a while now.

Billie: How's it goin', guys?

Kira: Not too bad. Just finnished a sale this morning.

Kobra: and I sold crack.

Kano walks into the room, a clear look of a mad, wet dog is present on his face.

Billie: what's up, pops?

Kano: Don't worry about it, Billie, its fine. How'd you two blokes do?

Kobra: pretty good, if I say so myself.

Kano: Well, glad to hear everyone's workin' hard. But also, did anyone happen to be sneakin' out without my knowledge?

Billie: (in her head) SHIT!

Kira: I was out on the west side, doing recon 'til 12.

Kobra: I was uh...

Kobra fell asleep on he east side of the base around then, which is why he didn't see Billie sneaking out. He tried to make up some bullshit excuse.

Kobra: I was... uh... wasted?

Kano: Something tells me you were slackin' off, Kobra.

Kobra: What? No! Nonononono... yes

Kano: God, damn it.

Kira: Hah!

Kobra: ey, go to hell, man. I was still on the job!

The two got into an argument, allowing Billie to walk away without anyone's notice. She sat at the window while playing music, placing herself in a state of calm for the first few minutes of the song. Suddenly, she heard someone knocking on her door.

Billie: Do ya mind?

Skarlet: Do you have a minute?

Billie hits a pause on her phone, climbing back in and closing the window

Billie: What's up, mum? Is it consultin' time?

Skarlet: Wilhelmina, listen, I must tell you some thing. I am sorry because you were put into the line of danger so many times.

Billie: Don't be, i'm basically at fault 50% of the time.

Skarlet looks at her daughter with a displeased expression

Billie: Okay, a lot of times... But I'm ready for anything now. There's so much to do and so little time, but i know i could--

Skarlet: That is not what I am saying. What I am saying is that I am setting you in the hands of danger too often. What if one day.. I am unable to help you?

Billie: I can fight for myself, mum. Cut off Reiko's head, for God's sake.

Skarlet: I understand, that is why I am harsh on you, sometimes. Because I question your actions which frighten me.

Billie: You should know that, you're an Outworlder.

Skarlet: I am not trying to turn you into me, i'm trying to turn you into you.

The dragoness is confused for a second

Billie: (very silently) ...the fuck?

Skarlet: Look, the point is, I love you, and I am trying to protect you as much as I can. That is all.

The fifty shades of red walks out, and Billie walks around for a bit, before it finally being night. She desides not to go anywhere and instead go to sleep regularly. After drinking a cup of tea, she fell asleep in a matter of seconds. She found herself in some sort of flipped version of her room, covered in thorned vines. She got up, her hands trembling as she exited the room, she noticed that she was the only one there. A long ecoing of her "hello's" was heard from each wall of the structure. She walks out of the base, to find something the never had hopes of seeing. A man, traditionally sitting as if he is meditating. He wore a familiar brown cloak, simmilar to one that a former aquaintance of the Black Dragon had, but... something was off... She walks closer to him, to make sure it really was...

Billie: Tremor...?

The geokinetic opens his eyes, and the earth begins to quake, with pillars of magma gushing from the ground like geisers. Billie hardly holds her ground, and as she is about to be douced in lava, she snaps back to reality. She hyperventilates as a response to this experience. She checked her pulse to see if she's still alive. She calms down eventually.

Billie: What the shit was that? Did I...? was that...?

She was unable to peace together words, as she sat there for a solid five minutes before getting up and heading toward the kitchen to get something to eat. As she's taking an egg from the fridge, a face she hasn't encountered yet starteled her.

Billie: ack-- Who the fuck are you?

Tasia: Firstly, apologies for the scare, and secondly, I am Tasia, long time klan member?

Billie: How come i never saw you 'round, then? And how'd you get here?

Tasia: I'm as silent as a mouse and, i'm as silent as a mouse.

Billie: ...Well that makes perfect sense.

Tasia: What're you doing here, its half-past 12.

Billie: I'm hungry, lookin' for food. Non' else.

She said, reaching for a can of yogurt and heads back to her room.

Tasia: If somethings stressing you out, call me, we could have a girl talk.

The dragoness had a suspicion about here, but was interested

Billie: sure...

Tasia: Remember, i'm somewhere around here. Buh-bye...

She says as she dissapears in the produce mist, and Siris returns to her room. As she layed in bed, she couldn't shake off a wierd feeling... it looked like Tremor, but, she felt something off about him. Like, a wierd sense of misdirection, the innability to barely stand her ground.

As she falls asleep, she once again finds herself in the dream, the same damp texture leaks from the walls as she slowly but surely, walks out of her room out to the front. She quickly realizes this has happened before. she walks out the door, finding the same man clad in brown sitting in the same position.

Billie: (very quietly) Am I tripin' right now?

the man sitting there is very obviously Tremor, as his hands are covered in stone, resembling what, from a far seems to be coal. He is unfazed, as his peace was not disturbed.

Billie approached the man who looked like Tremor, her cautious steps echoing in the dreamlike atmosphere. The surreal surroundings, with damp textures and enigmatic shadows, added to the disconcerting ambiance. As she stood before the geokinetic, she couldn't help but feel a mix of curiosity and trepidation.

Billie: (whispering) Tremor... or whatever you are. What is this place? Are you even real?

Tremor remained in his meditative pose, seemingly unaffected by her presence or inquiries. The air felt heavy with an unspoken tension, and Billie couldn't shake off the feeling that something profound was about to unfold.

Billie: (more assertive) Answer me, Tremor! What's going on?

Tremor: I strongly advise, NOT to disturb my peace...

he said, as Billie turned around, recognizing his deep, gravely voice.

Billie felt a chill run down her spine as Tremor's voice resonated through the dreamlike space. Turning back to face him, she could sense an intensity in his words that demanded respect.

Billie: What do you mean, "your peace"? This is my dream... isn't it?

Tremor: Dreams are often shared, but the balance of control is delicate. Disturbing the tranquility may lead to consequences.

His words hung in the air, cryptic and foreboding. Billie couldn't ignore the feeling that there was more to this encounter than met the eye

Billie: Wait, if this is my dream, and you're here, then... what sense does that make? Nico said you left to find some "Dream realm" or whatever.

Tremor: I did, and it has truly changed me. In character and appearance.

Billie: I noticed. You look like a flamin' hot badass.

Tremor acknowledged her comment with a subtle nod, but his demeanor remained solemn.

Tremor: The Dream Realm is a place of self-discovery and transformation. It grants insight into aspects of oneself that might remain obscured in the waking world. I sought it to understand the depths of my own nature.

Billie furrowed her brow, grappling with the surreal nature of the conversation

Billie: So, what did you find out about yourself? And why are you showing up in my dreams?

Tremor: I found a connection, an intricate thread binding me to the essence of the earth. As for appearing in your dreams, it seems our paths are intertwined, perhaps guided by forces beyond our understanding. Be vigilant, Billie, for the threads of destiny weave a tapestry of complexity.

As Tremor's words echoed in the dream, Billie felt a peculiar blend of curiosity and caution. The dream realm, it seemed, held secrets that transcended the boundaries of reality.

Billie: Wait what does any of that meAAAA--

Before she can finish her question, she wakes up in her bed.

Billie: --AAaah, crap.

As Billie abruptly woke up, she found herself back in the familiar surroundings of her room. The remnants of the dream lingered in her mind, leaving a sense of intrigue mixed with a touch of disorientation. The events in the dream realm and encounters with Tremor had left her with more questions than answers.

Billie sighed, rubbing her eyes as if trying to shake off the residual haziness of the dream. Glancing around her room, she noticed the faint light seeping through the window, indicating that it was morning. The events of the dream, however surreal, lingered in her thoughts.

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