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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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.