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GHOST AND VOICES:
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Lucine the Narrow-Minded,
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Lucine the Incomplete!
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He manipulates his friends through lies
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and can't admit defeat!
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[VOICES start flitting around, as if they were gossiping fairies.]
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VOICES:
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Oh-
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His humor is terrible.
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His coochie is dry.
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Are you kidding me? I hear
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that he watches hentai!
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He looks like a booger.
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He lives in Mom's basement.
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He shouts slurs at those
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who walk by on the pavement.
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Why's he your friend?
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He talks shit all the time.
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Look at that terminal-
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Is it 1999?
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Ahahaha!
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IKKY:
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That's not a very fair shake, I should say.
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You've only seen me on the worst of my days.
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Referring to me as a product of dead times
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will only disown you straight from the sublime.
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And it's all lies, anyways...
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VOICES:
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And as well-
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Your name is Lucine.
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You have a father,
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even though, in his timeline,
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he might have a daughter.
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You don't know your own mother?
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What- are you insane?
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Every fictionkin gets memories
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through dreams and pain!
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You had a recollection?
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You must be daft.
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See- look at Lucine,
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how he wails and he wafts.
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He's a bundle of lies,
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He's a dumpster of trite.
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Turn away from this false god;
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if he leaves, you were right.
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GHOST:
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Why should I listen to you, you piece of shit?
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You're dropping red flags all over the bit!
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I don't want to see your face here ever again.
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The gates are closed. We are no longer friends.
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VOICES:
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Beware! Beware!
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His wings are unfurling,
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When he screams, remember,
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Lucine's the one hurling-
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IKKY:
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Enough!
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[VOICES disappear. The stage falls dark, only two spotlights on IKKY and GHOST.]
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IKKY:
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That's a fair statement, I should say-
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never friends; just you using your seniority to gain some sway
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over your friends, underage or not.
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You own me no longer. I won't stay here and rot.
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[IKKY waves xir arm, as if to cut GHOST off in the middle of speech. The spotlight over GHOST cuts off. Only IKKY remains on stage.]
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From this day forward, I live! I am free!
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I can see the future in its entirety,
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and it's clear, and it's bright, and all the choices are mine!
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And I'll stand here alone until the end of time.
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Icarus the Open-Ended,
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Icarus the Incomplete!
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Xe'll carve xir own damn path of fate
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and walk with xir own feet!
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