"So that went well!"
There was, unfortunately, an item being transported by the room which is - for some reason - designed to detect sarcasm. It immediately broke, and the man carrying it threw up his arms, pulled out an almost empty tub of superglue and started putting the stupidly sensitive thing back together again.
"Seriously. You got stopped cold by Shirley Fenette." The voice started pacing around the room a little to let that sink in. "Shirley. Fenette. The girl's a total ditz. She's as threatening as a damp sponge."
Another voice piped in. "There was one point where she stole a gun from a cop... And Mao did just about convince her to shoot Lelouch before circumstance kicked in."
"Not the point!" the first yelled back. "She's the normal girl. The one that gets pulled into events bigger than herself, then suffers and dies as the unfeeling machinery of the world spits her out. That was her damned role in the damned story, and somehow her and - This gets even better! Her roomie Sophie Wood discover you and knock you out?"
"She... Did appear to have a Geass?"
"Which just raises further questions! How the hell did she meet C.C.? Because sure as shit V.V. didn't give it to her!"
A third voice interjected. "That is a better point than you realise. Why does Shirley have a Geass?" Silence answered. "None of our items were targeting her or C.C. yet. Further, at this point in the narrative C.C. has yet to arrive at Ashford Academy. This world's timeline was based on the canon events, ergo it does not make sense that Shirley had a Geass. There's no possible cause and effect between our actions in this world and that outcome, and if there is then <i>we need to identify it quickly.</i> Before it causes havoc in <i>other</i> worlds."
Now, it's very probably that those who do not know the story of Code Geass do not comprehend any of what was just said above. Don't worry. You don't <i>need</i> to understand half of it. Focus on the last part, because that's what is important.
"What do you suggest?" the second voice asked. "Return to a world where Lelouch vi Britannia is pissed off at us? Not bloody likely. We were lucky to get the items out before they could get a good look at half of them."
"And before Lelouch could enslave our operatives with his Geass..." the third said, and you could hear the shudder in his tone.
"There's only one thing we can do," the first voice decreed. "For the sake of the experiment, we must focus more of our attention on this previously insignificant world. Uncover the truth. Then proceed from there. For the time being, we should be able to watch the core events unfolding in real time." A brief beat followed. "Incidentally, you did remember to switch off the Normality earrings and the Love Pendant connections before leaving? Those have been causing issues if the connection breaks. The effect rather lingers if the connection is not properly closed."
He was met with silence. Which rather answered his question in a way that made him break that silence with a heavily exasperated sigh.
"Well then. It seems as though Miss Wood and Miss Kozuki are in for a very interesting time in their near future! It's lucky you didn't set up the experiment with the Event Planner yet."
"Ahem!" the second voice coughed. "Maybe... I sort of did? Can't quite remember though, was that one for Cornelia, Milly or Cecile? I might have got the order mixed up a little..."
"... With colleagues like you, it's a wonder our experiments were running this smoothly so far."
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Shirley Fenette hated Zero. That couldn't be a surprise, now could it? Zero killed - or would kill - the two men she cared about more than any other in the world. Her father and Lelouch. That thought had made her, forced her to differentiate them in her own mind: Zero was not Lelouch. Even when Lelouch was wearing the mask, he was not Zero. No, because it was not that Lelouch was wearing Zero's mask. Rather, the mask was wearing his body. It filled him with a personality, robbed him of his compassion and replaced the sweet, nice boy with a monster.
It used his charisma. It swallowed his pride. It abused his intelligence and charm. It turned other people into pawns to be sacrificed in the name of some nebulous greater good, while whispering in his ear about thoughts of vengeance, and gentler worlds, and who cares if a few ants get stepped on in the way when you can make everyone so much happier in the long run?
So she hated Zero. Because Zero, the costume and the mask, they wore people. It used them. Tempted them. Then discarded them. It had done so to Lelouch. It would do it again to Suzaku. In one single act, one Requiem, it would destroy them both thoroughly and completely, two good men who deserved so much better...
She hated Zero. And yet if you stare into the empty abyss for long enough...
The costume fit like a glove. No, more like it adjusted itself to fit her. Just like she'd though, it wore her rather than her wearing it. The curious part was that you really could not tell at all due to its design, the gender of the one who was wearing it. The identity was masked in every conceivable manner: There was even a voice changer on the in built microphone.
Once the mask was on her head, it felt like the world around her changed in some way. Shirley felt smarter. Shirley felt more confident, more likable. Gone was the clumsy, pretty athlete. In her place, a monster had swallowed her whole. A monster she despised with all of her heart.
Except that deep, deep down in her heart, there was a small part of her that found this feeling completely and totally intoxicating.
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It was official. If Kallen ever, ever met the person or people responsible for this, she would <b>end them</b>. To call what she was currently feeling "arousal" didn't do it justice. It felt like every time she blinked, she caught sight of Lelouch, naked and staring at her with a come hither expression on his face. For some inexplicable reason that boy was filling her with more lust than she ever dreamed possible.
She yearned to sit on his face. To taste his dick. To make him scream her name at the top of her lungs. It was irrational. It was nonsensical. It was driving her insane and trying to trick her into liking it. Worse still, her oversexed body with its ridiculous proportions was insanely sensitive. She could hardly take a step anymore without feeling it shoot up her leg all the way into her tasty, firm ass. Kallen shuddered in an attempt to keep the pleasure at bay.
"Hey, no need to be so nervous," Ohgi said, all of a sudden reminding her that he was here too. "Something about this Zero guy makes me feel like he could maybe pull this off."
"No need to be nervous?" Kallen repeated to him, incredulous. "We're talking about rescuing a guy accused of killing Royalty. In broad daylight."
"Indeed we are, Q1!" a voice declared, deep and loud, charismatic and... Ooh, it sent a shiver down her spine. Kallen turned around and saw him standing there. The enigmatic masked man that they only knew of as Zero. He was standing there over them, on a big pile of junk. "Is all prepared as I instructed?"
"Yes it is," Ohgi answered. He gestured to the vehicle they'd put together, just the two of them, designed to look like the exterior of Clovis's personal transport. Exactly as Ohgi had ordered. "Have you learned anything else about the strange events you've been talking about?"
"Possibly," Zero answered. "But to start with, we must rescue Suzaku Kururugi. We cannot allow ourselves to be distracted from this goal."
"I still don't get why we have to rescue this guy..." Kallen griped. "You really think he knows something about what's going on?"
"Kururugi is more crucial to the world's ongoing events than you could guess." Ooh, that voice! That reverberation, that confidence! Kallen could feel it aching through her being, her body was aching and trembling for either one of them and it did not matter which. Lelouch or Zero. Either or. This level of arousal, of raw animal lust was unlike anything she'd encountered before. "Now let us proceed and rescue him! In the name of justice!"
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The ride in was a lot bumpier than Shirley was anticipating. They arrived at the blockade for the road in due course and, as expected, were waved through on Sir Gottwald's orders. Shirley bit her lip. She had to arrange a face to face between Jeremiah and Lelouch as soon as possible... Although the method she would use to pull that off was still way beyond her.
"I can't believe we're doing this," she heard Kallen say from the driver's seat below. "We're going to get killed out here!"
Little did she know. Shirley had seen it all play out, and she knew perfectly well that they would be fine. Let's see now, recount it in her head: Make their presence known. Burn down the decorations to reveal herself, then let Jeremiah make some impotent threat... Then reveal the canister supposedly filled with poison gas. They banter a bit, back and forth, until she reveals Orange and uses her Geass to command him to...
Command him to...
Uh oh. Her Geass was not Absolute Command. It was... Sleepy Time? She needed a name for this. How in the world was she supposed to get away with this if all her power did was knock out everybody in a set radius around herself?
There are no such things as stupid questions, save those that answer themselves. No, no. Wait, that wouldn't work either. There was a set radius effect to it, there was no chance she'd get all of the security, and not to mention the helicopters flying overhead. They'd crash and probably kill a whole lot of people!
What should she do? On the one hand, her Geass could save Suzaku but... If she did that, then Zero would continue to be the monster she hated, she would have allowed it to claim more innocent lives. Her confidence broke as she found herself caught in a course of action she had no intention to take, but at this point she had no choice anymore!
- Shirley accidentally activates a special function of the suit.
- Elsewhere, Sophie wakes up and finds Lelouch unconscious.
- The experimenters decide they have to interfere if they want answers.
- Another character is suddenly affected by the Event Planner... But who?
- Something else
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