[ we have timetraveled. anyway, he does not reply but he does go and find her in the lounge, taking a seat across from her before sliding her a to-go cup filled with tea. ]
Hi. It's...been a really long morning, huh? [ understatement. ] How're you feeling?
I wondered about that, too. I...don't like that Metis was caught in the crossfire, but t was good to make sure Yuri and Nodd could come back to us. That part's important. As long as all three of them are resting now... [ he shakes his head. ]
...if I'm honest, in terms of losing people this week hasn't been as hard as last. Not that I'm happy we lost people at all, but Sora kinda freaked me out and Margaret and I weren't close or anything. I'm...unhappy it was Dion and he's gone, but at least we caught the right person. This week's just been a very confusing time. Especially with everybody and their memories just flying out everywhere. You guys've probably seen it happen too, right?
It's natural that we feel differently when it comes to different people and I do think it's better that we caught the right person. We were prepared—in the sense that we knew who we would have to face. I couldn't imagine what would happen if we got it wrong, though I guess that doesn't matter much when they can be transported at something's will.
[ IT's... A lot to think about. At least they're prepared in the heart. ]
... Yeah, we have. I hope it hasn't been too rough on you, Mister Enda. I know you have circumstances you may have wanted to keep hush.
There's a lot about this ship that really, really frustrates me. Not just what happens Thursdays, but the surprise trips don't help. Missions...are a little more understandable, because they're with you guys, but the others are pretty messy. I don't want to imagine a time where we actually miss a culprit or let someone go when it isn't a self-defense kill.
[ but...he frowns to that, thinking it over. ]
...I've...had to explain a lot of things to a lot of people. And relive a lot of things I didn't want to think about anymore. I think that can be said for everybody, but I don't know. [ ... ] The people I've told the truth to have actually been pretty great for the most part. It still surprises me, but at least it means we can move past it and keep working together on finding other solutions to our problems here.
We're still trying to figure out how to close those dimensional rifts... They're volatile. It feels like these storms, the rifts, all of it has been out of hand even if we're more prepared on the missions.
Yeah... The people who have killed and acted strange end up spiraling out of control.
[ She perks up. ]
I'm glad to hear that! You all come from different places, but for the most part you're all caring people.
You've been here for some time, haven't you? Do you think the storms are actually getting worse than what you remember? [ "or, like, what you think you remember..."
he's taking a moment to assess her though. ]
I'd like to ask you a little about the one you were just recently leading...if that's okay. [ as she said, people are caring people here and he is not an exception. he's been a little lowkey worried and wondering for some time since they all returned. ]
[ i'm gonna shake her and so is he. IT CAN BE BOTH. HE CAN BE CONCERNED FOR HER AND PLOT. but uh, hm. ]
I think the group that went with Adrastea also ended up getting cut off from them at a point, which is a little scary when it's a mission you guys are leading. I don't mind if it isn't complete. Yuri told me her side, so...I'd like to hear yours, too.
It's a long story since it needs a lot of context, but in short we showed up in what I think is a version of the manor I worked at—it's a strange place that I don't understand, so I don't know if I can explain it well, either. Through doors, you are shown memories of past masters of the manor.
In this case, it was our stories... I was whisked away after mine.
[ did we want a memshare so I can escape explaining it in dialogue. ]
...right, you mentioned your manor and your master who gets reincarnated. Kind of weird that's where the mission took you, but...separating you for that just seems more troublesome.
... She said you could see him again, didn't she? As you clutched onto the scarlet fabric, crying into it, heart broken into pieces, all you want is to see him again. Michel. Michel... Come back to me.
The witch, Morgana, whispered into your ear—he can return, in the next life. He will take on the same appearance, be drawn to this manor, and you two can be reunited. You two can live a happier life. You two can escape tragedy. You only needed to accept this pact to be a witch's guide, her company, for all eternity. You didn't hesitate, not even a second.
And so your journey to eternity begins as the Maid. Death comes for you and yet you find yourself animated—it must be the curse of this manor or the pact of the witch, so you press on. He'll come for you. All you need to do is wait.
... You wait hundreds of years in between and he would show. With his white hair, red eyes, you thought it would be him. It didn't matter if his form was a young girl's, Michel returned. You could feel your heart quicken and life return to you. Michel... Michel. You're finally here.
"My name is Michelle."
Fretfully and full of excitement, you approached him, asked him if he remembered you, and he... Didn't. It hurt. You've waited for him so long and he didn't remember you. Morgana taunted you in the manor's shadows, keeping you "company" during the times where you spent waiting in the darkness for the manor to surface into the living world once more. You held onto hope. Michel will return and he will remember you. He returned once already.
He appeared again and again... Without any recollection of your lives together or the love you two once shared, you watched him fall in love with someone else and watched him become tangled in tragedy each time.
Between the years you spent waiting for him, you began to forget the sound of his voice and the happy memories that drove you to this edge. No, you let yourself forget because it was too painful. You abandoned your name. You abandoned your heart. With resentment and sorrow, you stopped waiting for him.
Your name is Morgana, the witch of the manor, and you're waiting for your master, the white-haired girl named Michelle. You are to spend eternity together. This is now your truth.
also wow he hates this actually! he desperately hates this, because there are too many familiar feelings here that he would rather not discuss or even acknowledge. the desperation for someone you love to stay, or return, and the equal desperation of agreeing to something so insane that you know is likely a trap just for the sake of getting the thing you want. the loneliness of waiting, the devastation of things not working the way you want, the careful detachment from the world around you because it's too painful to keep living in reality.
anyway, that happens, and he just kind of looks at amalthea for a long, silent moment. ]
...the doors then. It was just...realities of what would have been if that wish had been granted. Those big, pivotal things that changed your entire life and what it'd look like if turned out differently. [ he's still frowning. ] I...[ okay damn never mind he really should've just shown her the plot docs and shut the fuck up because now he's just thinking about this. ]
I think I get it. When something's too painful, it's easier to just say it isn't real and that there's another reality that's less hard to deal with. But as depressing as it is, I'm glad you and the others were able to see through the illusion.
[ ... ]
The missions people go on and even the storms that we get pulled through without meaning to all seem to have similar themes. Making choices, or things going poorly, or losing things we want. Some of us were starting to wonder if it's more that the storms were always going to be lke this, or if they're attuned to us specifically.
They're strong. It doesn't surprise me. [ but...hum. ] It's possible they respond to us just like those waves that trigger the weekly effects, right? I've been thinking about how things might be tuned to us specifically. There isn't any sort of concrete proof yet, but it's my new line of thinking.
I always thought the waves caused the rifts sometimes, too, but I'm also not a scientist.
[ She's a maid. ]
Right! Yeah!
[ She would point out that maybe context clues would help... Notes on people from appearance to who they are seen with. I summarize because I saw it in your role meeting.
It's possible. I'd have to study space more to understand how things work in different galaxies and the atmosphere.
[ thank you amalthea you are a gem. he nods along and he's about to open his iris to grab documents and shit but then memory be upon thee until ig 15:17. the wink psync is a little weird since it's from mizuki's pov but she will at least understand the concept from it to connect with a later part of the conversation. ]
[ Oh... Well, she isn't sure what to say about the memory. Should she say anything? Would Shoma prefer she kept quiet as he tries to get her the documents?
Going to let that hang on the moment, even though overall the memory seems sweet between him and Mizuki. There was some personal information in there. ]
...went on longer this time. [ an observation, mostly. he's seen this memory repeat a few times this week, but never to include the stuff about amame or naix. ] Sorry. Our memories are probably as confusing to you as yours are to some of us, aren't they?
I suppose that's true. [ it's something he's been grappling with, people actually relating to these things or at the very least understanding where they're coming from. though he request catches him off-guard a little and he blinks in surprise. ]
...yeah. I guess that's okay. [ it helps that he does like her quite a bit. documents can wait for a moment, he supposes. ]
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Hi. It's...been a really long morning, huh? [ understatement. ] How're you feeling?
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[ She gives a small thanks for the tea. ]
What about you?
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...if I'm honest, in terms of losing people this week hasn't been as hard as last. Not that I'm happy we lost people at all, but Sora kinda freaked me out and Margaret and I weren't close or anything. I'm...unhappy it was Dion and he's gone, but at least we caught the right person. This week's just been a very confusing time. Especially with everybody and their memories just flying out everywhere. You guys've probably seen it happen too, right?
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It's natural that we feel differently when it comes to different people and I do think it's better that we caught the right person. We were prepared—in the sense that we knew who we would have to face. I couldn't imagine what would happen if we got it wrong, though I guess that doesn't matter much when they can be transported at something's will.
[ IT's... A lot to think about. At least they're prepared in the heart. ]
... Yeah, we have. I hope it hasn't been too rough on you, Mister Enda. I know you have circumstances you may have wanted to keep hush.
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[ but...he frowns to that, thinking it over. ]
...I've...had to explain a lot of things to a lot of people. And relive a lot of things I didn't want to think about anymore. I think that can be said for everybody, but I don't know. [ ... ] The people I've told the truth to have actually been pretty great for the most part. It still surprises me, but at least it means we can move past it and keep working together on finding other solutions to our problems here.
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Yeah... The people who have killed and acted strange end up spiraling out of control.
[ She perks up. ]
I'm glad to hear that! You all come from different places, but for the most part you're all caring people.
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he's taking a moment to assess her though. ]
I'd like to ask you a little about the one you were just recently leading...if that's okay. [ as she said, people are caring people here and he is not an exception. he's been a little lowkey worried and wondering for some time since they all returned. ]
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[ Objectively. ]
Sure... But I got separated from the other three, so it wouldn't be a complete story.
[ Her here like this might help them understand?? Something about the plot maybe?? That's what she's thinking rather than concern. ]
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I think the group that went with Adrastea also ended up getting cut off from them at a point, which is a little scary when it's a mission you guys are leading. I don't mind if it isn't complete. Yuri told me her side, so...I'd like to hear yours, too.
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It's a long story since it needs a lot of context, but in short we showed up in what I think is a version of the manor I worked at—it's a strange place that I don't understand, so I don't know if I can explain it well, either. Through doors, you are shown memories of past masters of the manor.
In this case, it was our stories... I was whisked away after mine.
[ did we want a memshare so I can escape explaining it in dialogue. ]
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[ also yes you're so smart. ]
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The witch, Morgana, whispered into your ear—he can return, in the next life. He will take on the same appearance, be drawn to this manor, and you two can be reunited. You two can live a happier life. You two can escape tragedy. You only needed to accept this pact to be a witch's guide, her company, for all eternity. You didn't hesitate, not even a second.
And so your journey to eternity begins as the Maid. Death comes for you and yet you find yourself animated—it must be the curse of this manor or the pact of the witch, so you press on. He'll come for you. All you need to do is wait.
... You wait hundreds of years in between and he would show. With his white hair, red eyes, you thought it would be him. It didn't matter if his form was a young girl's, Michel returned. You could feel your heart quicken and life return to you. Michel... Michel. You're finally here.
"My name is Michelle."
Fretfully and full of excitement, you approached him, asked him if he remembered you, and he... Didn't. It hurt. You've waited for him so long and he didn't remember you. Morgana taunted you in the manor's shadows, keeping you "company" during the times where you spent waiting in the darkness for the manor to surface into the living world once more. You held onto hope. Michel will return and he will remember you. He returned once already.
He appeared again and again... Without any recollection of your lives together or the love you two once shared, you watched him fall in love with someone else and watched him become tangled in tragedy each time.
Between the years you spent waiting for him, you began to forget the sound of his voice and the happy memories that drove you to this edge. No, you let yourself forget because it was too painful. You abandoned your name. You abandoned your heart. With resentment and sorrow, you stopped waiting for him.
Your name is Morgana, the witch of the manor, and you're waiting for your master, the white-haired girl named Michelle. You are to spend eternity together. This is now your truth.
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also wow he hates this actually! he desperately hates this, because there are too many familiar feelings here that he would rather not discuss or even acknowledge. the desperation for someone you love to stay, or return, and the equal desperation of agreeing to something so insane that you know is likely a trap just for the sake of getting the thing you want. the loneliness of waiting, the devastation of things not working the way you want, the careful detachment from the world around you because it's too painful to keep living in reality.
anyway, that happens, and he just kind of looks at amalthea for a long, silent moment. ]
...the doors then. It was just...realities of what would have been if that wish had been granted. Those big, pivotal things that changed your entire life and what it'd look like if turned out differently. [ he's still frowning. ] I...[ okay damn never mind he really should've just shown her the plot docs and shut the fuck up because now he's just thinking about this. ]
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That's right... What was behind my door was the tale I told that I thought was true. I think they saw through the cracks.
[ Of real memories showing themselves. She smiles sadly as she places a hand over her chest, pressing against it like she's having some trouble. ]
It was... Nice, but I knew it wasn't real.
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I think I get it. When something's too painful, it's easier to just say it isn't real and that there's another reality that's less hard to deal with. But as depressing as it is, I'm glad you and the others were able to see through the illusion.
[ ... ]
The missions people go on and even the storms that we get pulled through without meaning to all seem to have similar themes. Making choices, or things going poorly, or losing things we want. Some of us were starting to wonder if it's more that the storms were always going to be lke this, or if they're attuned to us specifically.
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They did great.
[ her lips press into a thin line, even though it's a smile. ]
You're right. I wonder... If that's important. They're such nebulous things. Do they respond to us like stimuli?
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[ ... ]
But I think I promised you documents, huh?
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[ She's a maid. ]
Right! Yeah!
[ She would point out that maybe context clues would help... Notes on people from appearance to who they are seen with. I summarize because I saw it in your role meeting.
however where is my memory ]
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[ thank you amalthea you are a gem. he nods along and he's about to open his iris to grab documents and shit but then memory be upon thee until ig 15:17. the wink psync is a little weird since it's from mizuki's pov but she will at least understand the concept from it to connect with a later part of the conversation. ]
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Going to let that hang on the moment, even though overall the memory seems sweet between him and Mizuki. There was some personal information in there. ]
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...went on longer this time. [ an observation, mostly. he's seen this memory repeat a few times this week, but never to include the stuff about amame or naix. ] Sorry. Our memories are probably as confusing to you as yours are to some of us, aren't they?
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They are, but we can still understand the emotions. [ And that is part of what matters, isn't it? ] May I give you a hug?
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...yeah. I guess that's okay. [ it helps that he does like her quite a bit. documents can wait for a moment, he supposes. ]
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We've been through a lot, haven't we...
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That's a really nice way of putting it. [ haha. ] But...we're getting by. That counts for something?
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