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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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[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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[Pilouette hasn't made tarts very often...but it can't be that hard, right? She figures it should be easy enough to find a recipe at the library and figure it out beforehand just to make sure she's got it.]
Yeah...yeah, that sounds good! What kind, though...? Um, what kind is your favorite? We can start with that!
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[She supposes it makes sense that different worlds would have different fruits and such. After all, different countries had different fruits that she's never had and that was just back in her own world.]
Maybe we can try all kinds of fruits, if you want!
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[Pilouette's suggestion brings out another smile.] Well, I do like fruit.
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[There's so much to do! Finding different tart recipes, figuring out which one to start with, which ingredients to use...it's nice to have things to distract herself with, to push out the fear and worry, if only temporarily.]
Maybe we could even share them with people once we finished them...
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[After all, Pilouette has no small amount of confidence in Mia; she's pretty sure she can do anything. Now that she's had more time to sit and talk things out, her thoughts have slowed and with her mind no longer racing a mile a minute...she starts to feel just a little tired. She lets out a quiet yawn, quickly covering her mouth.]
Oof...O-oh, um, excuse me.
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Is there anything you need? I can bring it by later today.
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