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[ she needed to destress so bad, after all that. so after willing herself to get out of the door, she finds herself in front of the base's spa. she's only been here once and she liked it, but she wonders if there's something else to do here...

so she wanders in, and sees a familiar face and pink hair fiddling at the nail salon portion of the establishment. ]

...March? Hey.

[ long time no see, girl........ ]

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Hey, Ishmael!

[ Now there's a face she's happy to see, waving swiftly. ]

Come in to get your nails done? You've got perfect timing!

I -- yeah, actually. You're free right now, right?

Yep! Come on down!

[ Waving her over even more enthusiastically. Come on! Sit! ]

What are you feeling today?

[ sitting, sitting ]

That's kind of a loaded question right now, um. [ lmao ] Let's go with the usual. Blue.

Sorry, I kind of feel like there... probably aren't any safe questions right now.

[ But she'll reach for one of the bottles of blue polish, along with nail clippers and a file. We're gonna go all out for this one. ]

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[ september felt like ages ago, yet ishmael's getting some sort of deja vu as she stares down at the gaggle of children that they're now in charge of taking care of. she... wasn't there when LILITH took it up themselves to adopt the kids to their cause, but honestly? she doesn't really care what happens to them from here on out. not because she hates them or anything, but she just has a lot of things going on right now and taking care of a runt is the least of her priorities at the moment.

yet here she is, with a familiar face. apparently her cpr session was a hit, so now she's more needed than ever. but should they even pull that stunt again?

she sighs, and looks over to dearka with her signature flat look. ]

Well? Wanna do it again?

[ she's mostly kidding, but... help ]

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[~~Not hating them is at least a step up from the reaction SOME outsiders are having to them, elsewhere, COUGH, GODZILLA, COUGH~~

Dearka's not entirely thrilled about being put on this sort of duty again either, although in his case it's less that he doesn't care what happens to them and more like... Looking at them is a direct reminder of how shittily that last mission went? And yes, he is placing a LOT of the blame for that on LILITH, for various reasons. Which makes the fact that it's LILITH shoving this responsibility off on the Outsiders as well, even more exhausting.

He glances at Ishmael, very briefly. Stares back at the kids, who are at the moment mostly ignoring them and doing their own thing(s).

Equally deadpan, he replies:]

I dunno; I think my impression of a CPR patient is doomed to get a pretty catastrophically terrible reception with this particular audience.

[These kids need therapy, not first-aid lessons.]

[ pfft. that actually got ishmael to chuckle, way to go. but yeah, these two aren't exactly thrilled to have this job plopped right onto them again. the difference between the kids of neo tokyo who were used to constant threats from the sea versus these kids from brazov who had no idea that the god they were worshipping all their lives turned out to be a major threat is staggering, and ishmael wishes she has the mental capacity of dealing with... all this.

the kids continue to stare at them. she sighs. ]

I doubt a staring contest with these kids is going to boost morale for both parties. Let's see...

[ she looks to the side, where a bunch of volunteers are already dressed up for the spooky holidays. ]

You think they're gonna like trick-or-treating? Least there's free food and fun to go around.

[Hey, laughter is good! Gets him a little bit of an ego boost. This, unfortunately, does not actually solve the problem at hand... But at least it makes him feel good.

He scratches the back of his neck, smile fading again quickly.]

Worth a shot...? I mean, you can't really go wrong with candy.

[One curious little boy has made his way over while they've been talking, a suspicious look in his eye... He seems, uh. Maybe even a little bit hostile? He's giving Dearka the stink-eye, that's for sure. Dearka tries to respond with some friendly energy, meeting that Look with a strained smile.]

Uh... Heyyyy there, little buddy. What's up?

[The kid continues to glare at him. Silently.]

[ so he's that easy to please, huh............

the kid really wants to throw hands against a trained soldier, huh. it's kind of funny, and if both parties were in higher spirits this would've been really cute to watch. but the kid has all but declared dearka as his enemy and is not budging from where he's standing.

time to deescalate this situation. ishmael isn't going to put on a equally fake smile either as she faces the boy with a cool, neutral expression. ]

We'll go trick-or-treating. Wanna come with? You can go tell the others if they're interested.

[Now Ishmael is getting the unsettling child stare instead. Kid still doesn't say anything. He's just, watching. Frowning. Not moving.

Growing increasingly uncomfortable, Dearka glances over at her, murmuring under his breath:]

You think maybe he can't understand what we're saying? Maybe he only knows, uhh... Hell, I don't remember what the native language in Transylvania is, but. That--?

[And then, while Dearka's not paying attention, the small child seizes his chance. He winds up one tiny little foot, he swings forward, and he fucking nails Dearka with a pretty solid kick to the shins. It makes him break off with a yelp, and while Dearka's hobbling briefly on one leg, the kid blows a raspberry at them both and runs away.]

What the fuck!? The heck was that for, you little sh--!?

[Please stop him from cussing in front of the children. Or don't? Whatever's funniest.]

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[ come to think of it, that one chance encounter she'd had with dante that culminated at the photo wall didn't really count as a consultation. she should have a proper sit-down with dante, get them up to speed. and also... to untangle the complicated feelings that she's been sporting even before the horrific mission happened.

it's almost funny, coming back to this room again. this was like her second room to her, along with his big strong arms embracing and supporting her. but now, when she knocks at the door of the revelation room -- ]

Dante? It's me.

[ well. at least its new inhabitant is just as supportive. ]

< Just a moment! >

[The door opens not long after, and Dante steps aside to let her in.]

< Sorry for the... nothing. It's kind of bleak in here, I know. >

[They really haven't been doing all that much aside from staring out the window. They've grown so used to the view outside their window always moving that a still cityscape is fascinating in a completely different way.]

...I'd say.

[ wriothesley had always kept his room plain and tidy, but it usually has a lingering scent of the tea he'd brew that day. now, she smells nothing of note.

she snaps herself out of gazing into space, shaking her head before welcoming herself inside and... hm, should she take the chair since she's only visiting? or the bed since this is essentially a therapy session? choices, choices. ]

I should've brought a housewarming gift, then. Roomwarming? Whichever you call it.

[They don't immediately respond, watching her as she stares off at something only she can see. Did something happen between then and now? Or did something about this blank, empty room bother her?]

< It's fine. I've got plenty of time to start figuring out what I want to do with it, right? >

[Another chair, for one. Or something to make their bed into more of a seat.]

< You think you'd be more comfortable in the chair or on the bed? >

[ she stares at the bed. this bed doesn't look too different from how wriothesley had made it, but this was still the same bed that she used to seek solace in, when work was getting to her. they'd made a lot of memories on this bed, and now --

now she has to snap out of that dream once more. she shakes her head again. ]

...I'll take the chair. Thanks.

[ moseys on over there and takes a seat. okay, calm down. she is here for a reason, after all. ]

[They're sure of it now.]

< Ishmael, what's going on? Something about this place is making you uncomfortable, isn't it? >

[ he never stopped. not for a minute. ]

Yea. [ he holds out the box towards her. ] Want one?

[ blinkblink ]

Huh. For free?

Yea. For free...?

[ ??? ]

Do you want a different flavor? I've got other ones too.

No, that flavor's fine. It's just...

[ how does she put it. ]

You're being nice to me for some reason. It's weird.

november;

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december;