you say all you want is a kiss goodnight

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The revelations were growing more disturbing by the day. Not only had three months unearthed very little in the vein of potential ways off the island, the phenomena which took over Darrow in any number of ways, from fog to the reawakened, were also making Rukia more uneasy by the minute. Some people might have been accustomed to the idea of there being multiple verses functioning in any number of ways, but to Rukia, there was only her world. There was only the balance that she'd learned of her whole life, the divide between the living and the dead, a cycle which tossed about but rarely tipped.

Darrow changed everything.

While able to keep a straight eye for most of it, sometimes Rukia found herself needing an anchor. Today was one of those days, Rukia making her way over to the town park and stretching her muscles out, testing out a few basic forms in her tank and capris. To anyone watching as she passed through the basic hakuda moves, it was pretty clear that Rukia had some level of experience.

But no one would have been able to mistake her for someone with decades of it. She kept her moves casual, hoping to slip under people's radar, because this was a time for thinking. Not explanations.

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"Oh good!" Rukia exclaimed, and although her voice remained quiet, it was nonetheless excited and clearly held a deep tone of relief as she smiled, ducking her head. "So you're not one of the many here who seem to think that Darrow's the only place they've been in for years, or that there really isn't a world outside of it." Even as she spoke, she glanced around, and far off into the distance, wondering where exactly that boundary between Darrow and the outside world lay. She'd explored it any number of times, but it always seemed as though her mind grew fuzzy when she approached it, sending her hurtling right back.

"I've been wary," she explained. "Of speaking to those people. They don't tend to take very kindly to the idea that this place has ever been abandoned."

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"No," Molokov answered, understanding now the reason for her pause. "No, I am one of the lucky - or unlucky ones who woke up on a train going to this place. I cannot blame you for your caution - there are so many who seem to think they were always here. I tried to explain this was not so. Once. It did not, as you can imagine, go so well."

This collective amnesia/delusion was something that worried him. Such effects were possible by drugs, of course, but to drug so many and for so long? How was that possible? Would he too become affected and wake one day to think he had been here all his life? The thought of this was absolutely terrifying.

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"But they may have been here for a long time, it's true. The city was empty when we first arrived, but we don't know about what happened before April. Maybe everyone was here, but somehow they were taken out for a couple of months. Taken elsewhere," Rukia considered. She'd talked over the entire situation with Ichigo any number of times, but it didn't hurt to volley her ideas off of someone else.

"It's just that their memory is incomplete, which makes me worry, of course. This man people forgetting everything? It's dangerous. Whoever or whatever did this is very powerful," she added, belaboring the obvious, a furrow forming in her brow as she continued to speak her way through her thoughts.

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"That is something I had not considered," Molokov said, annoyed that this possibility had not occurred him. He had been working on the premise that the city had been set up specially for them and the people simply imported in as some kind of test. There was no reason at all why these poor people could not have simply been there first and taken away.

"But this frightens me. All of this frightens me. I have had some... experience with government with power but never anything like this. What can we do to protect ourselves against someone who can wipe away memories or disappear an entire city?"

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"Think creatively," Rukia suggested, voice quiet as her gaze skimmed across the ground. "And do your best to avoid their notice. That's all you can do." It was a greater amount of wisdom than most expected of her, but if there was something to be said about Rukia's life, it was that she'd faced a much greater amount than most humans ever did. Than most shinigami ever did. Trouble seemed to follow her around as though her life were made for it.

If nothing else, she was glad for how it'd helped her develop thick skin.

"You can't beat them directly," she pointed out, glancing up. "You don't have that kind of power. I don't have that kind of power. You just have to hope that in a population like this one, you can slip by and figure things out while that power's busy looking somewhere else."

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"You are right," Molokov said. "It is very difficult to admit or even say, but you are right in that there is little else to do but hide and wait and hope you find something that will be of use."

He paused for a moment then offered her a smile. "At least we do not have to do this alone. I am very glad I have met you. It makes all of this easier to bear."

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At that, Rukia couldn't help but manage a small smile, licking her lip subtly and ducking her head down. While she wasn't sure that she was ready to spread her hypotheses through the whole of the city, she did trust that this man had a true desire to escape the claws of whatever held them in the city.

And maybe that meant that he deserved enough to know the best way to slip through the cracks. Slowly, everyone could. One by one.

"I'm glad I could help," she says with a polite nod of her head, sliding one hand up her arm until it tucks next to her elbow. "And I have somewhere to be, so... I think I have to end this early. My apologies."