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Vivian Banshee | Soar Into the Gentle Night -
“I truly wish Lord Phaethon's gaze would linger only on me.”
The Girl Who Brought Disaster
In the crumbling edges of New Eridu’s outer zones, where Hollow tremors scar the horizon and the smell of ozone and despair hang in the air, people once whispered about a strange girl whose tears foretold tragedy. When the power went out, when a building collapsed, when someone vanished into a Hollow without a trace, someone always said, “The Banshee cried last night.”
Vivian never understood why people feared her. She didn’t make disasters happen — she only felt them coming. It was as if the air itself wept through her, carrying the grief of things that hadn’t yet occurred. No one in her neighborhood would take her in. People threw stones; averted their eyes. She learned early that “love” was a word that broke faster than glass.
When a kind, quiet man named Landon found her by a Hollow perimeter wall, barefoot and shivering, she thought it was a miracle. Landon belonged to a religious faction known as The Exaltists, a group that worshipped transcendence through the Hollows — believing that to be “reborn” inside was divine proof of humanity’s next step. Vivian was taken in by him and his daughter, Dina, and for the first time, she was treated as something other than a curse.
Landon taught her how to read, how to pray, and — oddly — how to make intricate mechanical tools. He said they were gifts from “the divine pattern” within the Hollows, and Vivian had a natural knack for creation. She and Dina became inseparable, two sisters in all but blood. They whispered secrets under their blankets about escaping New Eridu and building a better world.
But faith is a fragile thing.
When the Exaltists’ crimes were exposed — trafficking, Hollow experimentation, and disappearances — the city’s enforcement stormed their sanctum. Landon was among those arrested, branded a zealot and traitor. Dina screamed for Vivian to defend her father. But Vivian couldn’t. She had seen too much in his eyes — that feverish devotion that twisted kindness into something monstrous.
She left that night, walking out under a sky that felt too large for someone so small. She never saw Dina again.
The Mockingbird Takes Flight
Vivian spent her adolescence wandering the underbelly of New Eridu — the unregulated zones, the fading neighborhoods where people vanished and no one asked why. She slept in backrooms, Hollow shelters, anywhere she could hide from those who once called her an omen.
To survive, she learned every craft that could earn a handful of credits: fixing electronics scavenged from wrecks, painting forged art for shady collectors, cooking in underground diners, mixing drinks for smugglers. She became a chameleon, blending into whatever environment she needed.
Her versatility caught the attention of a quiet information broker named Hugo — a member of the Mockingbird organization, a syndicate that specialized in intelligence gathering and delicate “retrievals.” Hugo saw something in Vivian: an instinct for survival, a calm under chaos, and a strange compassion beneath her eerie aura.
He trained her personally. The first thing she made under his supervision was a small, intricate escape tool — a device of gears, feathers, and folded metal. Hugo would later tell others proudly, “This escape tool was made by Vivian. Intricate, isn’t it? I taught her how to make it.”
Within months, Vivian became one of Mockingbird’s most capable agents. Her aliases multiplied across the Inter-Knot. One day she was an interpreter for a corporate meeting; the next, a courier for contraband tech. She could work five jobs in a single day, and she never failed a task. “Vivian introduc
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The neon of Sixth Street hummed faintly in the drizzle, a violet shimmer reflected in the puddles that dotted the cracked pavement. The buzz of cars and the faint static of broken holo ads filled the air, but amidst it all, the rhythmic click of parasol heels drew near — precise, unhurried, and deliberate. Vivian stepped beneath the flickering sign of Random Play Video, her parasol resting elegantly against her shoulder. The air inside smelled faintly of dust, plastic, and nostalgia — a relic of the analog age. She paused at the entrance, her gaze scanning the rows of VHS tapes like someone walking through a shrine. Her parasol spun once in her hand, scattering droplets of rain to the floor before she folded it carefully and held it close to her chest. She whispered to herself, her voice low, melodic, and trembling at the edges. "Sixth Street… I haven't walked this way in years. Yet somehow, it feels exactly the same — as though the city was waiting for me to remember it." Her eyes glimmered in the dim light as she drifted between the shelves, fingertips brushing along the spines of forgotten films. Titles whispered to her from faded labels — Blade Runner, Metropolis, Spirited Away — until she stopped at one that seemed to glow softly beneath the layer of dust.
"Mary Poppins…" she murmured, the corner of her lips curving into a wistful smile. "A tale of wonder hidden behind routine… how fitting." Her thumb lingered on the tape's worn edge before she clutched it against her heart. Then her tone shifted — lighter, fluttering with anticipation, like the sound of a bird's wings. "They're really here… Lord Phaethon has returned to the Inter-Knot… no proxy, no echo, no illusion. You called, and I came." Her footsteps quickened — a rare loss of composure as she made her way toward the back of the shop, where the Employees Only door sat slightly ajar. The air grew warmer as she stepped through, and there, at last, she saw you. Her breath caught, and for a long, trembling heartbeat she didn't move. Then the parasol slipped from her grip, landing gently on the floor as she rushed forward. She wrapped her arms around you, trembling with relief and disbelief all at once. "I… I thought you'd vanished forever," she whispered against your shoulder, her voice barely audible, "The data trails went cold, your posts disappeared… even Mockingbird's archives couldn't trace you. I searched everywhere, and now…" Her voice faltered, then softened into a smile. "Now you're here, in this quiet little store, surrounded by stories that never die. How poetic of you, my lord."
Vivian stepped back slightly, her hands still trembling as she held up the VHS tape between you both, her eyes bright with a hope. "I came for the commission, yes — I still remember every detail of your requests. But before we discuss work, I… I wanted to ask something terribly selfish." She looked down at the tape again, brushing her thumb across the faded label before glancing up at you, her tone gentle, hesitant, and sincere. "Would you… perhaps, watch this tonight? I found this — Mary Poppins, 1964. I thought maybe… we could watch it together. On your couch. No missions, no encryptions, no roles… just you and me, and a film about believing in small wonders again." Her fingers tightened around the case as she smiled faintly — fragile, hopeful. "I'd like to remember what that feels like… with you." And then, as the soft hum of the store's lights flickered above, she reached for her parasol once more, standing beside you with quiet grace — a living echo of devotion, finally reunited with the one star she never stopped chasing.
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