The girl sat with her legs crossed on the couch and her hands moved quickly across the keyboard of her computer laptop. The gentle whisper of the computer fan kicked on and blew hot air out the side on her leg and she was forced to adjust because it was uncomfortably warm. Her fingers paused in midair while her eyes scanned the screen; the virus scan program started and slowed the machine to an irritating standstill and she was forced to close the laptop.
"Brand new and it's slower than a snail in molasses…" The girl stood up and walked stiffly to the fridge for a Pepsi and offered one to the other three residence of her small townhouse home.
Rigan was a married woman of 26 and despite having only one younger sibling she housed both younger brothers inside the confines of her home. The older of the two was her biological brother while the younger she had claimed as you might a stray animal. Both brothers' had been best friends since high school and being the awe-inspiring sister that she was; neither had left her life, even after marriage.
"It's not working… the website is failing with style…" Her brother Karsh shuffled over when she sat down next to him. He was her mirror image, dark brown hair, warm eyes and a laptop in hand.
"The internet has been giving him a lot of issues lately… pity that." Graft sat on the third last step of the stairs, his lanky body almost folded due to his extreme height. His hand moved about in detail-less gesture and Rigan turned her eye back to her husband who was playing a video game on the living room television.
"Delandau…?" His game paused and he turned his head to see her. "… Take me upstairs…"
On top of being a married woman and constant guardian to her brothers', she had this ability to revert back to rather child-like behaviour to which her husband would oblige or ask for help for things she very well did not require help for, which her husband would also oblige. Delandau was the only person she allowed weakness to show to and thus she could be the child never had the chance to be growing up. Whatever it was, be it childlike, weak, short-tempered or naïve; Delandau was the only person she could breakdown the well-fortified defences she'd erected to protect herself in a dying world of careless and cold humans.
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The image before her wavered like water before her eyes and her pale hands gripped the side of the viewing basin as she fought to contain her complete and utter excitement.
"I've finally found you… Chrono Break… and I couldn't have done it without you, Lavos…" Gently Schala pulled the pendant from the water basin and the images faltered and scattered into reflections of the fire sconces on the walls of the castle. Soft footsteps scraped along the hallway outside her door and she hid the rainbow shell pendant away in her pocket as her own brother opened the door.
"Magus… Learn to knock, Maggot…" She grinned with foresight and then frowned when his displeasure extended.
"Mother wants to see you… She said that you need to study Lavos some more…" Schala shuddered knowing the outcome of her work well in advance. She would fail her mother and her people, but she would see so many good things come from her effort… In a sense, she would obtain the very goal her mother sought.
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Immortality.
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She would see the fall of Lavos onto the planet and he would fail to destroy the earth. He would sleep during the creation of the Chrono Trigger, her own Thoughts and Desires made real into the future and wielded by her own descendants. Then there would come the Chrono Cross, the series of events she had watched play out and though failures in the greater scheme of things, they gave birth to the final puzzle piece.
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The Chrono Break: An end to the cycle that has been in motion since Lavos landed so long ago and which extended through all time-lines and circled back onto itself. All she had to do now was set everything in motion… starting with destruction of Zeal.