Nov. 29th, 2021

bloodedsakura: (writing music)
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 Mira's taken up a spot near one of the fountains, she has a few little drones flitting about nearby as she's fiddling with the ebony black acoustic guitar in her lap.  Her head's down as she plucks strings tuning it, today the white hair has a black streak with red tips.  She's in jeans and a baggy sweater, a steaming cup of coffee nearby.  The dress boots she wore hinted she had probably come from the club instead of going home first.

She doesn't look up from the guitar as she starts singing softly, not minding if she gets an audience today.  She's trying to block out her friends, she can still feel them, though she had been sent away to keep her safe.  The joys of being the only non-com in the family.

Mira stops playing for a moment, looking up.  "If you knew you were useless in a fight when your only means of fighting... Would be able to be used as weapons against your loved ones..."  She paused, pulling her guitar closer.  "Would you?"  

She winced, the neural link that she forged with her two brothers (if only because they were also clones), and the one forged with her boyfriend were the only ones she couldn't break.  "Or would you try to be helpful?  I feel weak coming here to hide like they want me to do."

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