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It had been weeks since the incident happened, the loss of hope, the torture, the conflict, the fear, and the deafening silence Caine had left in his place during his absence. He had come back, of course, and things in the circus had changed alot as well. Caine had handed off control of the place to the cast in an attempt to right his wrongs and make amends, him and everyone else in the cast were now equals, and for the most part, things were better now.
But something was still missing, someone was missing. "Its to late for me now, I did this to myself." Jax's words echoed in her head as she tossed and turned in her bed restlessly. She knew he wasn't completely gone, he was just down the hall within the fortress everyone worked to create, but somehow that just made her feel even worse.
She knew realistically it wasn't her fault, but he needed help, and Pomni gave it to him far too late. She missed him, even if he was an asshole, or a jerk, she saw the way he struggled through his own eyes, and she understood him far beyond the sharp exterior he once held up.
She was still getting used to her old name, Abigail... She knew that was the name she had used her whole life before she arrived here- or at least the memory of her life, but she still didn't just magically remember because she heard it, it felt unfamiliar to her. The name "Pomni" may have been a randomized keysmash, but it felt like it had been her name for as long as she could remember. Even though she had only been in the circus for about a month total now.
So, she still referred to herself as Pomni, and the others seemed to behave similarly with their respective names.
She glanced at the clock on the side table next to her bed, it displayed the time 1:03am. It was getting late, and she couldn't drift off to sleep. She knew she didn't have to, but like Ragatha said, "Its nice to have some structure," or something, Pomni had forgotten the exact words used. As she continued to repeatedly shift around in her bed, sleep finally caught up to her, pulling her under into a peaceful slumber, away from the thoughts that ran wild in her head.
The next day everyone was off doing their own activities, but Pomni stayed in her room a bit longer, questions with unclear answers crowding her mind as she rubbed the sleep away from her eyes. She exited her room, with one goal in mind, she needed to find Caine- or Kinger- and ask them something.
She wandered around, passing by the fortress that had been built for Jax's abstracted form. She caught a glimpse of multi-colored eyes through the door while walking, turning her head downwards. She stopped by the usual set of sofas and chairs the group usual hung around, but nobody was there. She figured they were all probably in an adventure right now, since Caine gave the cast easy access to any world they had previously been to. Her gaze lingered on that one sofa set off to the side, the one he had always laid in.
She sat down, feeling as if she had broken an unspoken rule. She sat for a while in silence before spotting Caine doodling in a notepad nearby the circus stage. She got up, walking over to him with purpose.
She noticed that Ragatha and Kinger were also over there, waving to them quickly before getting Caines attention. "Hey Caine?" She had gotten noticeably more comfortable around Caine over the past few weeks, talking to him like she would with an other human in the circus. "Are you busy?" She asked, "I have a question for you."
Caine immediately perked up upon hearing his name called, looking at Pomni with a familiar fondness. "Heelllo-! My little Jingle Bell Jester, what is your question?" Pomni hesitated slightly before asking, pondering if the question she was about to ask was weird. "What exactly.. causes a person to abstract?" Kinger and Ragatha looked up at them,
"I mean, I know it happens when someone goes crazy.. But, why would that cause them to transform?"