It's the End of the World as We Know it

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[bg=3f493e] He stood, at the end of the world. Ramier looked out at the roaring sea, flat and smooth as ice, for as far as the eye could see... and he sighed. It was so beautiful here. He loved this new island, truthfully. It was a small world - must like the one he'd left. There were walls, boundaries that kept him safe and snug inside - and he knew all the rules and all the people within his little world. He was secure here, comfortable here. Not to mention, he'd brought his friend along with him. "Okay, Daylet, you have to see this!" Ramier smiled, looking behind him to make sure that she was watching. Then, with a little shove, he pushed at the ground underneath him. There was a groan; rocks shifting; then the whole section of earth tumbled down the rocky cliffs and was swallowed by the noisy sea. Ramier remained, unaffected, floating in the air where once there was solid ground. Looking below, he smiled and clapped his hands with glee before running back onto his safe island - his home. The childish enthusiasm was at once stifled with a thought, though. "Oh... you know I just made the world a little bit smaller." Ramier looked back at the emptiness off the cliff face. ""Is that a bad thing, do you think?"

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[atrb=background,http://i863.photobucket.com/albums/ab198/Orenji_Hana/Deviancy/DayletBack.jpg] A shout from Ramier drew Daylet’s eyes from the bright sky to the little boy. She gasped in surprise and excitement as he pushed the cliff’s point into the water below. She ran to the edge to watch the rocks fall and to see the dihydrogen oxide molecules as they separated and then plunged back in with their beloved sisters. Ah, the joys of seeing nature separate its natural components so naturally, if only for a second! Sometimes it was nice to see someone other than her doing all the work! People always appreciated her work, of course, but not even she could put things how nature could... So when Ramier asked about making the earth smaller she giggled at him and squatted next to him. ”You know, Rammy, I don’t think it’s a bad thing! You wanna know why? Because you have me!” She stood up and closed her eyes, focusing on the ocean floor. Taking hold of its most recent residents, she pulled them up and placed them back on the cliff, molding the molecules to just about how they were before. ”And I can do things like that! Now you can make them fall again!!” She smiled at him brightly. Surely he grasped what she had just said! He could do anything, destroy anything, and she could put it back in place!!! Oh… wait… ”But Rammy, make sure you don’t destroy living things. I can’t fix those. Once they are gone they are gone for good.” Grasping hold of some of the water, she slowed them down to 0 degrees Celsius. ”Look! Now you can drop the rocks and the ice can break!!” She smiled big like she was Ramier’s age, quite proud of her new way to have fun! I mean, he could make enough rocks tumble to crack the ice, right? It was only about an inch or so thick! This should be fun to watch!!

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[atrb=width,470,true][atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellSpacing,0,true][atrb=cellPadding,0,true][bg=3f493e] Ramier smiled childishly as he was told not to worry by Daylet. He, being the small, innocent thing that he was, thought this was like what mommy would say... that he wasn't a bad boy and that it was okay if he broke something, because it couldn't be that bad. He was thinking of hearing something along the lines that breaking things was bad, but he got off the hook. Like all children did until they grew up and understood there were consequences. But Daylet did not say any of this. She simply said he had her, and that was enough. Ramier frowned at this, not out of any kind of disagreement or judgment, but because it was a very odd thing to say, and he had never heard it said like that. But Daylet... I broke it!" he insisted. He did not like breaking things, and he was truly sorry that he had. ...but then Daylet did something, and it returned the beaming smile to his face. "Oh you can fix it," he giggled, clamoring to the end of the cliff to stare at the fixed edge. He wondered if he could fix it too, or if he did other things like that... He had never tried anything like that before! And he really did not want to. His powers reminded mommy of daddy, and mommy did not like daddy, so he only used the powers that did not remind mommy of daddy. And everyone was happy, even him and Daylet! And speaking of Daylet, she mentioned something about living things. Rammy pursed his little lips as he tried to understand this. Couldn't bring things back to life? "So you can break things, and make them all better, but not living things?" he asked, more rhetorically than anything else. Neato." He jumped up then to continue his playing, and to join him, Daylet frosted over the water and told him to drop rocks into the ice to break it. Clapping to himself, he wiggled his fingers and lifted a rock with his mind. Well, that's what he thought it was. Mommy called it telekinesis, but it wasn't really that he could move stuff with his mind. He was just... really big. Yeah, that's it. And only one part of him people could see. So he really just had to pick something up with the part of him that people couldn't see, then move it where he wanted it to go, like using a hand. But nobody understood him when he said this. Why didn't they bump into him, they asked? And they did but he wasn't all solid so he could just do stuff like hear their thoughts and stuff. But he was there. And he was misunderstood, so he just said he was using telekinesis. Except... he didn't know how to say telekinesis, so he just said he used his mind. That was easier. The rocks splashed, anyways, spraying ice shards like cannon balls splintering a great ship's wooden hull. He tried this a few more times, sitting with his feet dangling over the newly made edge, and let Daylet refreeze the ice every time he'd broken through it. Eventually, he thought about what she'd said though. "Daylet," he looked up at her, dropping his rock but not watching the plunge it took. "Did you ever die a living thing and then not be able to put it together?" He asked this more out of the deep, dark, secretish curiosity that all children had when they were young. In adults, this very serious face and very serious atmosphere was used in war rooms and when making decisions on the lives of others, but in a child's case it was always more along the lines of a dare, or asking if someone really did eat that bug they caught last Tuesday. And thus the somber, serious mood of children was set for them, though to us it must seem quite a silly thing to witness.

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[atrb=background,http://i863.photobucket.com/albums/ab198/Orenji_Hana/Deviancy/DayletBack.jpg] Daylet smiled brightly at Rammy. So he understood! That was perfect! Hopefully she wouldn’t have to remind him. He seemed like a bright enough little boy to be able to remember the important things, right? As more rocks splashed into the ocean, she smiled. A few bits fell on the ice and stayed there, but most of them fell through the hole the bigger pieces had made. Picking up what had fallen, she placed them where they had come from and repaired the ice. They played like this for a little while until Rammy seemed to find it uninteresting. She felt herself become slightly dizzy for a second. Wait… dizzy? Why was she getting dizzy? She recovered her balance quickly and looked back at Rammy. He was talking… She had missed the first bit, but by the sounds of it she hadn’t missed anything important. His question was about the living things. Aw, so what she had said did make an impression! What a sweet little boy! Most people wouldn’t pay her any mind when she spoke of such things, only stare at her awkwardly and… oh, that one look people gave her before they ran and never showed their face around her again. She forgot what humans called that face, but she supposed it didn’t matter. She smiled at Rammy, her voice completely unaffected by what she was saying or by the age of the boy she was talking to. ”Of course, Rammy! Once or twice I have killed a few people I later wished I hadn’t. But mostly, make sure you protect those you don’t wish to be broken beyond repair. Most of the time its other people, rather than yourself, that break the people you do not want to be broken.” As she said it she realized that he probably aught to make note of that fact, too. Not only should he be careful of what he is breaking, but of who others would like to break. Laying down on her stomach, she propped her head up with her hands and smiled at Rammy. ”What about you, Rammy? Have you ever head someone broken beyond repair that you wanted to keep?” She was hoping the answer would be ‘no’. Then she could tell him of the… um… not-goodness of it all, and tell him to never let it happen. If it was ‘yes’… At least she would be able to identify with him. And then he would understand when she warned him against letting it happen.

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[atrb=width,470,true][atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellSpacing,0,true][atrb=cellPadding,0,true][bg=3f493e] Odd as it may sound, Ramier was much more easily able to understand people when they spoke very directly and accurately. Daylet, for some reason, had done that, and in response Ramier merely nodded, clutching his hands together under his chin and laying down in the grass across from Daylet. He was scowling, not because he was angery, but because he was trying to understand what she meant. He did not know how to "break" someone, but he was sure it wasn't good. The only word he knew that was close to "breaking someone" was "die" and mommy had told him never to die someone, because dying was bad. But Ramier didn't like this die. He liked it when people were not-die. So he nodded gravely but ultimately childishly at her, understanding at last. "I never broke anyone before," he said, "but I heard daddy does lots. Mommy says don't do it, so I don't." He shrugged, as if that was a good enough reason to even die himself. "But I never want to break someone. That is wrong." Ah, but there it was. Ramier, in his infinite alien wisdom, understood Daylet as not knowing right from wrong. He didn't know what it meant to be "right" or "wrong," but somewhere within his psyche he grasped the concept and he had made a decision on it. He would never kill, harm, maim, or otherwise antagonize anything. This unconscious truth was sealed within him forever, but being sealed, he did not quite know how to express this notion. So he simply repeated himself. "Breaking people is wrong." And then, as if to not insult Daylet, he added something. "But we can still be friends, Daylet, even if you break my mommy." Such a grave statement, but a true one. Ramier was not one to condemn. "....wanna go fly?"

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[atrb=background,http://i863.photobucket.com/albums/ab198/Orenji_Hana/Deviancy/DayletBack.jpg] She listened to Ramier as he talked. He was a sweet child, but so impressionable. He had actually allowed someone to convince him that killing was wrong. It could be unnecessary, but not wrong. If someone was not giving you the respect you deserved, was there a problem with eliminating them? If they could not show respect then they obviously had none for themselves so why should they keep on living? They would never go anywhere in life. Instead, they would live to be an old maid or a lone bachelor, waiting for someone who wasn’t coming simply because they had no respect. As he went on, she realized that now was not the time to tell him that killing was alright. He was pretty set on it, and if he wanted to believe that breaking people was wrong then he could. It was nothing important, nor did she care enough about other’s lives to correct him. Instead she would do what she had been doing: smile and nod encouragingly. ”If I break your mommy I ca still be your friend?” She asked this as if innocent, but inside she wondered if he secretly did not like mommy and wanted him broken. He had never broken anyone before, and never wanted to, but that didn’t mean he didn’t want someone broken. She could do it for him. She could always do it for him. But did he know this? Did he realize that she could and would do just about anything he wanted? Did he understand that she wouldn’t hold this weakness against him? Because it wasn’t his fault that he had been giving this false thought that killing was wrong. If he didn’t, he would eventually, she decided. He was a smart boy, and would probably realize on his own that killing was wrong. She stood up, but as she did so a bought of dizziness took over. She fell to the ground and the last thing she remembered was trying to scream “No”. She didn’t want this happening now, of all times. Blinking, she sat up and smiled at the little boy. She imitated the smile she usually gave and said, ”Don’t worry. This happens every now and then.” In actuality, this rarely happened, but the thoughts of killing was too much for that fragile girl. She was too timid and polite to ask the questions that needed to be asked. And this was why she was here now, to find out if this ‘mommy’ person really did need to be disposed of. Killing wasn’t a problem for Daylet, and even less of a problem for her. She loved to kill. She loved to protect those Daylet cared about, even if it meant doing something horribly wrong. Wrong… she liked the word. It was everything she stood for, everything she loved. Which meant she didn’t love this little boy. She didn’t love Daylet. But she was Daylet, and to keep Daylet in the same state of mind, she needed to protect those that Daylet loved. And Daylet loved this little boy. So if mommy was hurting this little boy, she would find out, and act accordingly. ((She switched personalities when she fell, btw))

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[atrb=width,470,true][atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellSpacing,0,true][atrb=cellPadding,0,true][bg=3f493e] Ramier thought the fall was strange, but being small and not understanding such things, he shrugged. Something was off to him though. He felt it with the tendrils that arched so delicately out to feel the world around him. He had always been confused by Daylet, but he could still feel when things changed within her. And though he could not feel the good or evil in her at all, he knew something odd was happening, and that he should be nice to Daylet now. But why...? Becuase! Daylet was a friend! "Okay!" Ramier nodded to her falling. Ramier sat up, then he crawled to a stand, trying to see what was good for flying. Birds flew, right? And planes and sometimes helicopters! Ramier clapped his hands together and jumped up, turning into one of these things at random. Or a bird. Because birds were pretty! He did not actually have to "change" like most shapeshifters - he did not have a true form other than his necklace form. But besides that, he liked to turn into pretty things, even though it bothered mommy. He waited for Daylet to change into her flying form and as he did, he fluttered around. "Daylet," Ramier said, suddenly, "Do you have a mommy? or a daddy?"