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[OPEN] it's not so bad
Who: Hakuno Kishinami and you, yes, you!
When: Throughout June
Where: Caissa and Lasker, K101 if you're a resident of she told you where she lives
What: Jobs and adjustments
Rating: None (will change if necessary)
one: you can (not) have a drink
Hm...
[Hakuno is standing at the edge of a safe zone, like some mischievous child dancing at the edges of an irritated beasts cage. Or, well, maybe without the dancing; she seems more concerned with getting her hair under control. Her water gun is at her feet, all but forgotten for the moment as she stares uncertainly at her reflection in a nearby window. There are two hair ties pinched between her lips, and her hands are buried in thick, long, dark hair as she wavers between several different hairstyles.
She... she's literally spoiled for choice, is the problem. Back in the Moon Cell, she was incapable of modifying her appearance, even if she had the theoretical knowledge of how to do it. It's so weird, seeing herself like this.
She doesn't know which one to pick. Feel like lending a helping hand, so she can finally get started with her glorious water combat experience?]
two: law & order: dunyaland
Okay, so, we'll need a culprit, and some decoys...
[After a surprisingly popular impromptu ploy not too long ago, Hakuno has been given the green light for a full-blown mascot murder-mystery. More to the point, she's been given responsibility for plotting the whole thing out, which leaves her here in the break room, with her bunny head on the table next to her and her costume shoved down around her hips as she pulls faces at the collection of notes in front of her.
- culprit: The Mysterious Melter (?) (find a volunteer who can ham it up)
- victim(s): find volunteers/be the victim
- weapon: Melting Ray (find water gun)
- motive: ?
- clues: ???
- witnesses: find volunteers
- crime scene: gonna need more chalk
- other stuff: ?????? why did I do this to myself
...it looks like she could use some help.]
—ah. That's right, we'll need a lead detective too...
three: FADE IN: king 101, interior
[After everything, Hakuno has to take a minute to sit on her new Real Life Bed, in her new, shared(!), Real Life Room. She's had personal rooms in the Moon Cell that she shared with her Servant, but those were much sparser aside from what few accessories and decorations she could trade Taiga for. So far, all she has are her clothes, her bow, her quiver, the Gilgamesh figure that Gilgamesh himself forced upon her, a small toy lion she bought on a whim at Dunyaland, leaned up against the still-unsealed figure-box, and a tiny snow globe-esque cube she actually searched for.
Hakuno hugs her pillow to her chest, mindful not to disturb Francis Xavier, who is peacefully snoozing on her lap in a little, fluffy ball. Her hair is damp from a recent shower, with a towel draped around her neck to keep dripping and puddles to a minimum.]
This... is my home now.
[The words are quiet.
She's a soft-spoken girl to begin with, but her voice is even softer now, as if scared to actually voice the words. As if scared to take the chance and believe them.]
When: Throughout June
Where: Caissa and Lasker, K101 if you're a resident of she told you where she lives
What: Jobs and adjustments
Rating: None (will change if necessary)
one: you can (not) have a drink
Hm...
[Hakuno is standing at the edge of a safe zone, like some mischievous child dancing at the edges of an irritated beasts cage. Or, well, maybe without the dancing; she seems more concerned with getting her hair under control. Her water gun is at her feet, all but forgotten for the moment as she stares uncertainly at her reflection in a nearby window. There are two hair ties pinched between her lips, and her hands are buried in thick, long, dark hair as she wavers between several different hairstyles.
She... she's literally spoiled for choice, is the problem. Back in the Moon Cell, she was incapable of modifying her appearance, even if she had the theoretical knowledge of how to do it. It's so weird, seeing herself like this.
She doesn't know which one to pick. Feel like lending a helping hand, so she can finally get started with her glorious water combat experience?]
two: law & order: dunyaland
Okay, so, we'll need a culprit, and some decoys...
[After a surprisingly popular impromptu ploy not too long ago, Hakuno has been given the green light for a full-blown mascot murder-mystery. More to the point, she's been given responsibility for plotting the whole thing out, which leaves her here in the break room, with her bunny head on the table next to her and her costume shoved down around her hips as she pulls faces at the collection of notes in front of her.
- culprit: The Mysterious Melter (?) (find a volunteer who can ham it up)
- victim(s): find volunteers/be the victim
- weapon: Melting Ray (find water gun)
- motive: ?
- clues: ???
- witnesses: find volunteers
- crime scene: gonna need more chalk
- other stuff: ?????? why did I do this to myself
...it looks like she could use some help.]
—ah. That's right, we'll need a lead detective too...
three: FADE IN: king 101, interior
[After everything, Hakuno has to take a minute to sit on her new Real Life Bed, in her new, shared(!), Real Life Room. She's had personal rooms in the Moon Cell that she shared with her Servant, but those were much sparser aside from what few accessories and decorations she could trade Taiga for. So far, all she has are her clothes, her bow, her quiver, the Gilgamesh figure that Gilgamesh himself forced upon her, a small toy lion she bought on a whim at Dunyaland, leaned up against the still-unsealed figure-box, and a tiny snow globe-esque cube she actually searched for.
Hakuno hugs her pillow to her chest, mindful not to disturb Francis Xavier, who is peacefully snoozing on her lap in a little, fluffy ball. Her hair is damp from a recent shower, with a towel draped around her neck to keep dripping and puddles to a minimum.]
This... is my home now.
[The words are quiet.
She's a soft-spoken girl to begin with, but her voice is even softer now, as if scared to actually voice the words. As if scared to take the chance and believe them.]
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[Her breath stutters from her as though physically beaten out of her. Those words actually hurt. To hear somebody else affirm that she's here, that she's real, feels so good that it loops back around to agony. The offhanded assurance that she's safe, that she can't be deleted is...]
...I'm... here.
[She hiccups, resting her forehead against Irisviel's shoulder for a moment before lifting her head up and meeting the other woman's gaze. Her face is a flushed, teary mess, to the point where she almost looks like a different girl entirely.]
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It must be completely overwhelming.
Irisviel reaches into a pocket and pulls out a handkerchief, before dabbing at the tears on Hakuno's face, all the while making gentle sounds of reassurance as her other hand rubbed her back. ]
It's okay, it's okay...
[ The hand that was previously resting on her back had now moved to gently stroke her head. ]
There's no reason to be afraid anymore.
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Hakuno's shuddering begins to calm under those careful, mindful ministrations, the tears slowing and the crushing memories abating bit by bit. In the warm light of this summer afternoon, the sea of imaginary numbers that tried to swallow her up seems like an eternity away.
That crushing, lonely fear can't creep in anymore; not now, with a real person wrapped around her.]
Th... Thank you. Sorry.
[But in the absence of fear, embarrassment is more than happy to move right on in.
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[ She'll let Hakuno disengage the hug in her own time, as it seems the most apt to let her decide when she's had enough. Irisviel recognises the loneliness in Hakuno - having experienced something similar herself. But she saw fragments of what Illya in her and well... she hopes she can bring a little bit of hope into Hakuno's life. ]
Don't apologise. I have a daughter. She's still very young, but I'd like her to grow up into a beautiful girl like you.
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Like me? Well, they say that it's good not to have expectations that are too high, but... if she's even half as pretty as you, she's probably blown past that benchmark already.
[Self-deprecating humor, her long-time friend. Damned good to see you again, old fellow.]
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That's no way to think about yourself, Hakuno. Have you been listening to that awful Servant with nothing good to say about people?
[ She means Gilgamesh. ]
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[That's a lie. Gilgamesh was impossible to ignore, yes, but her own uncertainties and lack of her experience made Hakuno eager and open to any advice or stories he might share. It was just a sad fact of life that those rare gems ended up buried in deluges of demeaning or abusive dressing downs at her expense.]
But, I'm self-aware enough to know I'm not some stunning beauty, too.
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[ And Iri finally steps back from the hug, disentangling herself from Hakuno so that they could both look at her reflection together. Now that Hakuno's hair was in braids that fell loosely on either side of her face, it gave the impression that she was less swallowed up by her hair and clothes. It was, very cute. ]
You're beautiful. Don't let anyone tell you otherwise.
[ she has so many things to say to gilgamesh now ]
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[Hakuno stares at the reflection. Different clothes, different hair, held by a woman that the Moon Cell would have never created. It makes her stomach squirm nervously, in the best of ways.]
If you say so.
[Gilgamesh probably won't change his ways, but it's nice to think somebody wants to stand up for her.]