She won't lie to herself: of all the people in the Helly Belly, Sora is both the most unknown and most unnerving of the bunch. Rosamund's refrained from making too friendly, but they are in this together. No time like the present to figure this arrangement out. Right?
She takes the seat next to her with a drink of her own, eying up the strangely familiar potted plant.]
It really is the spitting image of Totty, isn't it?
[It's more than justifiable for people to keep their distance and Sora knows it, especially since it came to the light that Sora died from someone defending themselves from her attack -- and it didn't help that throughout the entire week when she died many saw her innermost secrets. The twisted reality of Sora Jingu, unveiled.
And despite that, now that it's been a while, Sora seems...pretty lighthearted. There's something about her that wasn't there any other time Rosamund talked to her. Truthfully, most of the time Sora's vibes were always kind of off, but that seems to have cleared up. She greets Rosamund with much less formality than ever before. The wise-seeming woman from before isn't so present anymore, even though the physical appearance is the same]
He didn't seem to like it when I bought it. He said it was more like one of his brothers, one 'Choromatsu'.
So this is...a chiaromatsu.
[It's very unlikely anyone in the living side would have heard Sora say a pun earnestly. Truthfully she still wouldn't often, but that one is one she appreciated, so she's holding onto it]
To be quite fair, she doesn't know Sora well enough to judge how far this sudden cheer lies outside of her usual demeanour. But it is striking. The formal stiffness has cleared away, and she sounds positively cheeky presenting her little plant friend. Rosamund smiles, if a bit shyly.]
Well, they're all identical, but I suppose he'd know best? Chiaromatsu it is.
[She takes a sip of her drink, giving the pet one last glance. She can't say the sight of his little face, even a subpar rendering in clay, doesn't tug at her heart. She's ecstatic to see the dead again, but now she pines for the living. There's no peace on either side.]
So if I'm understanding correctly, you were abducted into some kind of...swimming practice? [She looks to her, curious.] I have to say that was one of the oddest arrivals yet.
[Because no one was bleeding out and nobody seemed to care.]
Not precisely. It was some sort of prison school. We were trying to escape and stumbled into some sort of labyrinth of trials. I was the one those other two pushed into doing the swimming one.
[Even though she didn't know to swim. Thanks, Nero, Scien]
The part about having to hug each other was perhaps the worst one.
I may have been making it sound silly, but it was anything but. Do you know those places where the real purpose is to keep you under control and perhaps brainwash you?
I believe that's what would have happened to us, if we hadn't escaped.
[There were a couple details that made Sora think it was all more sinister than just 'reforming' the students. She may be wrong, she may be right, who knows -- not her]
That orb, for example...Scien was hit by an attack from the school dean's last line of defense. It transported him there. If Nero and I had been hit as well, we'd have ended the same way.
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She won't lie to herself: of all the people in the Helly Belly, Sora is both the most unknown and most unnerving of the bunch. Rosamund's refrained from making too friendly, but they are in this together. No time like the present to figure this arrangement out. Right?
She takes the seat next to her with a drink of her own, eying up the strangely familiar potted plant.]
It really is the spitting image of Totty, isn't it?
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And despite that, now that it's been a while, Sora seems...pretty lighthearted. There's something about her that wasn't there any other time Rosamund talked to her. Truthfully, most of the time Sora's vibes were always kind of off, but that seems to have cleared up. She greets Rosamund with much less formality than ever before. The wise-seeming woman from before isn't so present anymore, even though the physical appearance is the same]
He didn't seem to like it when I bought it. He said it was more like one of his brothers, one 'Choromatsu'.
So this is...a chiaromatsu.
[It's very unlikely anyone in the living side would have heard Sora say a pun earnestly. Truthfully she still wouldn't often, but that one is one she appreciated, so she's holding onto it]
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To be quite fair, she doesn't know Sora well enough to judge how far this sudden cheer lies outside of her usual demeanour. But it is striking. The formal stiffness has cleared away, and she sounds positively cheeky presenting her little plant friend. Rosamund smiles, if a bit shyly.]
Well, they're all identical, but I suppose he'd know best? Chiaromatsu it is.
[She takes a sip of her drink, giving the pet one last glance. She can't say the sight of his little face, even a subpar rendering in clay, doesn't tug at her heart. She's ecstatic to see the dead again, but now she pines for the living. There's no peace on either side.]
So if I'm understanding correctly, you were abducted into some kind of...swimming practice? [She looks to her, curious.] I have to say that was one of the oddest arrivals yet.
[Because no one was bleeding out and nobody seemed to care.]
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[Even though she didn't know to swim. Thanks, Nero, Scien]
The part about having to hug each other was perhaps the worst one.
[This wasn’t exactly a cuddly bunch, you know!]
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[Damn y'all. Rosamund looks mildly perplexed, though she can see why this particular group may have struggled with it.]
That just — sorry, that does seem to be a much sillier theme than usual. How did Scien end up in an orb?
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I believe that's what would have happened to us, if we hadn't escaped.
[There were a couple details that made Sora think it was all more sinister than just 'reforming' the students. She may be wrong, she may be right, who knows -- not her]
That orb, for example...Scien was hit by an attack from the school dean's last line of defense. It transported him there. If Nero and I had been hit as well, we'd have ended the same way.