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[Action/Video] 012 (Backdated to 06/08)
[A girl lies sleeping in the forest, bits of twigs and leaves stuck in her hair as she occasionally rolls over or turns. Dressed in the usual New Feather sundress, it would be easy to mistake her for a new arrival. However Pilouette has finally come back from the draft currently unaware that she had ever been out of action.
Whether someone wakes her up or she does so on her own, Pilouette is soon making her way back to the village. Though her regular walks in the forest are making it a little easier, she's still trying to get her head around just what happened. The last thing she remembers was being in Zompania. She was bandaging up Mac's wounds and they were plotting their next course of action. Then...Then the cultists found them and...
And then what? To say it's troubling would be an understatement.]
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[Later on, when Pilouette is back to her apartment and more put together she realizes that she's missing a few things. Her bag of medical supplies and her first aid kit. The bag can be replaced. Given the conditions, she imagines anything that was in it was taken and used anyway. However, the first aid kit is special. Her best friend in this place had made it just for her. Aside from the features it had, that alone made it unique and precious to her. It's not just a tool. It's a precious keepsake.]
I-It's Pilouette. I'm back. I guess I've been gone for a while. Uh, sorry if anyone worried. Hey, so, like, when we were in... [She pauses briefly. It's almost as if the name hurts to say.] ...When we were in Zompania, I had a first aid kit with me. It's, um, really important so if any picked it up or if anyone has seen it, I'd really like to know.
[As she waits for responses, Pilouette is really starting to put it all together. She died, didn't she? She must have. After all, it was weeks after the last thing she remembered happening and it's not like the Malnosso would have kidnapped her off of a battlefield. She's not sure they could, even if they wanted to. She died in Zompania. Again. There's no other explanation.
There are still a lot of questions, though. She's not even sure exactly how she died which is a bit troubling. Then there's the question of her penalty. She has one. She has to. She just...doesn't know what it is. Something feels off, but she can't quite pin down what it is.. She supposes that she should be glad she was able to be brought back at all, penalty or no, but not knowing is the worst part.]
Whether someone wakes her up or she does so on her own, Pilouette is soon making her way back to the village. Though her regular walks in the forest are making it a little easier, she's still trying to get her head around just what happened. The last thing she remembers was being in Zompania. She was bandaging up Mac's wounds and they were plotting their next course of action. Then...Then the cultists found them and...
And then what? To say it's troubling would be an understatement.]
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[Later on, when Pilouette is back to her apartment and more put together she realizes that she's missing a few things. Her bag of medical supplies and her first aid kit. The bag can be replaced. Given the conditions, she imagines anything that was in it was taken and used anyway. However, the first aid kit is special. Her best friend in this place had made it just for her. Aside from the features it had, that alone made it unique and precious to her. It's not just a tool. It's a precious keepsake.]
I-It's Pilouette. I'm back. I guess I've been gone for a while. Uh, sorry if anyone worried. Hey, so, like, when we were in... [She pauses briefly. It's almost as if the name hurts to say.] ...When we were in Zompania, I had a first aid kit with me. It's, um, really important so if any picked it up or if anyone has seen it, I'd really like to know.
[As she waits for responses, Pilouette is really starting to put it all together. She died, didn't she? She must have. After all, it was weeks after the last thing she remembered happening and it's not like the Malnosso would have kidnapped her off of a battlefield. She's not sure they could, even if they wanted to. She died in Zompania. Again. There's no other explanation.
There are still a lot of questions, though. She's not even sure exactly how she died which is a bit troubling. Then there's the question of her penalty. She has one. She has to. She just...doesn't know what it is. Something feels off, but she can't quite pin down what it is.. She supposes that she should be glad she was able to be brought back at all, penalty or no, but not knowing is the worst part.]
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[She quickly skitters into her bedroom to grab her extra chair and half carries half drags it into the living room, setting it next to a small white table and another chair, both of which sit almost in the center of the living room. She looks to Mia, waiting for her to sit, still a little fidgety.]
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What would you like to talk about?
[Mia remembers finding her sick and sobbing, thinking to herself that Pilouette shouldn't go through that, none of them should but especially someone so blessed with a hopeful look at life.]
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There's, um...there's kind of a lot. I guess. It just feels kind of weird sitting here after I-...after everything.
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Was this the first time you have been to a draft?
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No. I was on the one before this one, too. I was like, totally scared that time, but...but this one was totally different.
[On Terrace at least, she was told what to do and when and was able to stay in a safe area.]
It's like I shouldn't even be calling the Terrace draft scary after this.
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[It's not as if she thinks that Mia is never afraid of anything. That would be silly. However, when she was with Mia that time, she seemed as calm and cool headed as ever.]
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Yeah...It was the most horrible thing I've ever seen. Like, I keep thinking about all those people. Since they...[She pauses briefly, as if the word is stuck in her throat. Her voice shakes a little.]...died like that, what happens back where they came from? They can't ever go back, can they?
[Until then, she had never doubted for a second in the entire time she's been in this world that she would return home some day. Realizing that there's a chance, however small it may be, that she might not has shaken her. She wonders how many other people have met the same fate. Did they just disappear in their worlds, without a trace? Did they just stop existing? It's disturbing.]
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[Mia's chest tightens painfully at the memory of their screams.]
I don't know what happens to the worlds they belong to, but I like to hope for the best.
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[She thinks on what Mia said, recalling what it felt like the first time, when they were all wiped out. Drowning, burning...she wonders if the victims of Zompania felt the same thing as they died, knowing they would never go back home. Memories of being outside those walls as the screams rose above them for all to hear are still fresh, no less horrifying now than they were before. Her expression darkens a little, as something else comes to mind.]
How did that even happen? I mean, the cultists got in here once before didn't they? I wonder if...if that could have been us.
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It wasn't us. [This, at least, she can insist on - as an expert in dwelling in past mistakes herself.] You will only hurt yourself with fear and worry if you keep thinking about possibilities that did not happen.
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I...I guess know that I'm back and I actually have time to sit and think about all this stuff, it's just...hard to stop.
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[She stops short and just shakes her head. Part of her wants to keep talking about it, but her mind jumps around from thought to thought, each new line of thinking resulting in more fear, more worry. Having just been brought back to life, she's not keen on being more worried than she was before.]
I...I think maybe I just need to think about other stuff for a little while.
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[She knows from some experience that Pilouette always thinks she can improve.]
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...How different are first aid and battlefield medicine? Right now I can only take care of minor injuries, but...I think I need to know how to take care of more serious stuff.
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[Mia rests her chin on her folded hands, looking at Pilouette across from her, feeling almost sad. This isn't what she wanted for her life, is it? And maybe she would never be truly comfortable doing it, because of that, but she fought hard for it all the same.]
May I ask a favor of you?
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When Mia asks for a favor, Pilouette's posture straightens a little as a puzzled expression crosses her face, wondering what Mia could possibly need from her. However, Mia has come to be both a respected teacher and a dear friend to her; at this point, a favor is probably the very least Pilouette can do in return for what Mia's done for her. She nods.]
Y-Yeah, of course! I'll do whatever you need!
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Uh, sure! I-I can do that. ...Are you sure you want me teaching you though? I mean, there are probably lots of people who are way better at it than I am...
[Mr. Sprensonne, anyone at the bakery, the Seventh Heaven staff...the list goes on.]
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[And that's important, she has to not mind. If she doesn't want to do it, it will only grow frustrating and burdensome for her.]
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She thinks she would be okay with helping someone practice.]
Okay. I don't mind at all. I...I've never like, helped anyone learn anything before, but um, I'll do my best.
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[As serious as Mia was in her inquiry, she's happy to see it providing a thought distraction for Pilouette as well.]
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[Though, Pilouette isn't quite sure where to start with teaching someone about baking. However, after a moment of thought, she remembers a question Mia had asked her not too long before this very moment.]
Um, was there anything specific you wanted to start with?
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