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Mulling her options over her meal, Aneda sighed. Wish I could finish off this letter but I'd be remiss if I didn't let Kat say anything to mister Fyodor. I hope he's doing well... That train of thought lasted for all of a few moments before she slumped in her chair, stewing in her downward spiral of nondescript angst. Clenching her fist, she very nearly slammed it on the table, instead slamming it into her palm in an unfortunate demonstration of a lack of foresight. Nothing broken but her pride and maybe a bruise, she opted to try and take out her feelings in a more productive manner. Figuring that she ought to go check on her trusty sidekick first, she completely missed that and found herself out in what appeared to be some training ground. She wasn't surprised that one existed but more that she didn't exactly remember how she got there but then again she was in such a funk that she wrote it off as some form of weird destiny or mental illness. She saw some guy go off charging at what appeared to be a dummy, to which her eyes widened. "That's... just what I need." She said, admittedly too childlike of a glimmer in her eye as she moved closer to one of them to assess how much she could punch one without injuring her hand further.
Jericho, nothing better to do, moved to attend to what appeared to be an ailing Shadrak. Synthia seemed to have already done the job of healing but the mage was still confused for all of a second before his purpose was renewed in his mind and he could swear he could feel Sardis nearby just taunting him. "Fuck." he snarled, seemingly out of nowhere, kicking at the ground to relieve that ever accumulating adrenaline fueled anger.
Thinking about the food she could soon be eating, Mushirah instead opted to eat read Shadrak's notes again, trying to make sense of another person's writings and seemingly random scribbles. Surprisingly she was actually doing that, making some sense of it. She wasn't anywhere near confident that she'd miraculously be casting anything any time soon but she could always try to build off of this in some fashion.
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"I wasn't." He lied, knowing full well she knew what kind of person he was. Still, he wanted to go after Sardis now more than ever for obvious reasons. "I only hope that, somehow, whatever was trapped in my head benefits you more than it has for me. How someone like you can deal with their own moralities and history and tendencies while knowing and sifting through others' is beyond me and frankly I don't want to experience that. However, if the fates permit it, sometime down the line... I wouldn't mind helping you out." He didn't want to use any sort of, in his eyes, demeaning term like servant or lackey or minion, but he'd definitely offer his help up to a person who gave him some glimmer of hope into finishing off what he started. Unfortunately for Jericho, he hadn't even considered the possibility that the situation he was in could really be anything other than it was, so the ability to let him down or anger him further would be staggeringly high.
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Flicked in the forehead, he went on undaunted, "Where?!" he asked almost immediately after she had finished, urgency in his voice, actually considering running off right that moment if she would give him a clear answer. "Please, tell me, I need to know, I need to fucking know." Maybe it wasn't the healthiest thing for him, but Jericho's whole body was getting tenser by the second, each moment without her reply simply agonizing him. "You know how important this is to me." he stated flatly, his gaze hitting the floor. He wasn't angry so much as incredibly anxious, that and he felt that if he looked at her much longer he'd probably start shouting at her again. He tended to do that.
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April Fools' day is a pile of pig tits and I want to hide away from it.
*hides*
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He had tried to be clever about it but he quickly realized she wasn't going to give him too straight an answer until he, hopefully, gave his formal request. "Look..." Jericho started. "You know what I want, more than anyone here, probably even more than myself if you're so good at this thing which I'm not going to really question at this point. So really, i'm just going to beat around the brush and ask extremely fucking bluntly where the hell that brother stealing son of a bitch is! Just please, for the love of whatever the hell you want, I don't even care what just I want to fucking know where he is so I can just move on from this goddamn nightmare!" It was fairly obvious his cool had completely left him, but miraculously his actual volume hadn't risen as dramatically as he thought it was going to. "Please." was the last thing he said, gritting his teeth at the suspense. Finally, something resembling closure, and he was potentially gambling it all away in a fit of anger, a gamble he was completely willing to take.
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"Well since you apparently know the requests, I need to know before deciding, are all of them valid?" Things could either get trickier here on out or easier. Not at all due to what Jericho was planning on doing or what was going on, it was just chance in general. If the situation is the subject, he was extremely curious if she could do all of them, and if so, what the potential ramifications of any of them would be. "Which is to say, since you've seen them in my wonky ass details in my mind, can you fulfill each one in the way I'm expecting them to be fulfilled, and will you do that?"
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Multitasking, Jericho liked that. He felt it was inefficient, and given the very very vague nature of which memory stuff was seemingly working, he was wondering if she was going to do something really awkward in general. "... Okay?" He said, getting at her, more than a bit apprehensive but still steady. Is she giving me the same thing or is she pretending to have a conversation with me while I'm not in it? Ugh the vagueness, whatever. This is why I hate multitasking!
Mushirah held her head down in thought, really trying to think of what sounded absolutely delicious to her right this instant when it hit her, "Fish! Er... fried fish I mean. W-with a rice pilaf... if it's not too much trouble?" She heard that she should be specific in her request but that wouldn't stop her from feeling nervous about asking anyway. Feeling like a freeloader wasn't a comfortable feeling for her, and she was given so much already that it was almost spoiling her fundamentally. However, her stomach gave her the urge to spit out one of her favorite dishes she could think of, one that'd remind her of her parents and living at home again.
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"Food and water sounds good." Mushirah said, not tired but definitely more subdued. Even the mere mention of something else other than her arm made her feel better on the inside. "Clothes though...?" she wasn't too worried about that situation at the moment, actually really comfortable in what she had at the moment and not really wanting to be a bigger leech than needed. "I think I'll be fine for now. Thanks by the way, this situation is just so different and eye opening for me... and terrifying." Not knowing where she was going with that, she gave the maid a very brief and timid smile.
Pondering his options and the fact that this lady knew so much more than he did and was offering that info for life experiences. Jericho wasn't too sure he had too much of worth, but there was nothing to lose by finding out the easy (hopefully) way. Approaching Nyx once again, Jericho decided to try his luck, "If you're still taking, how's about you see what I've got to offer? Unless... I dunno, am I supposed to make a wager or something? I'm new to this memory crap."
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She supposed that that was the best it'd get regarding her situation, and thinking about it more and more would just result in needless amounts of worry so Mushirah just nodded and replied, "Alright, I just don't want to think about it right now. I wish this could be fixed and done with..." I don't want to deal with this. Why me?
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"Why not ignore the pain?" Mushirah asked, dumbfounded and a little bit shocked. "And how am I to let someone else know if things get worse if I'm not allowed to move about?" She was starting to feel a bit bullied and things weren't adding up in her head, even if the maid was actively trying to help out. "If I don't think about it, it doesn't feel bad, if I'm thinking about it constantly I'm going to stress myself out about this and I don't want to know what else is going to happen to me..."
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"I didn't even realize it hurt until you mentioned it..." Mushirah explained, unintentionally grumpy sounding which she quickly tried to rectify. "Not that you're making it worse, just... I'm hoping that means that if I can just not think about it so much or stress over it, I can ignore the pain. And I don't know if I can stay here that long, I don't know when people are leaving here and I don't want to be left behind!" Oh what's the use? I got injured like this due to my inability and inexperience, maybe I should just rest up and go home.
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"I don't know what would be out of the ordinary, this is the first time this has happened..." Mushirah replied, nervousness setting in more than before. Now she was supposed to know things about what was going on when she'd never experienced it before? "No, no I-I don't know what I'm supposed to feel, it hurts a lot now. I just feel uncomfortable where it was ripped.. off." she would have said more but there was a lump in her throat that wouldn't go away, a wince as she 'relived' the moment in her mind again.
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"Right now? I'm just tired, but now that you mention it..." As soon as she thought of soreness, her arm seemed to throb a little. She wanted to chalk it up to some form of shock or stress, but in a fit of oddly insightful panic, she decided to mention it. "It does feel like it's hurting a little, but that's just because of how recent it was, right? i mean, it's only natural for it to still be hurting like this... right? I-I'm not gonna be dying from this, right?!" Hysterics in her voice, Mushirah stared at the maid as if her next words seriously decided if she was going to die or not right then and there.
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"Oh I do have the urge to move around, I just don't want to rush things or make a scene or anything like that." Mushirah clarified to the maid, a bit nervous that she was inspecting her so casually. She decided to address the maid's statements first though, "Oh, I don't particularly like to read if there's someone in the room I'm talking to, I'd feel really mean and rude, like I'm not trying to pay attention. I'll just read it later." she finished with a shrug, still very self aware of the maid's inspecting. She spoke up in a hushed voice, "Is everything alright..?"
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"Well I... don't have a way to prove that right now? I just don't know how long the others are going to stay and I'd like to go with them and I just wanted to make sure I can work around this beforehand." Mushirah explained, not sounding defeated but definitely disappointed, "And Shadrak went off to go do something, said he'd be back later. I mean, if it'd make you more comfortable I can stay here and sleep it off, but... well you get the picture." She's just doing her job, no need to make it needlessly tedious and worrisome.
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She hadn't given it much thought until it was mentioned, an involuntary glance to her stump making her grimace for a split second before forcing a smile, "I'm doing alright..." Mushirah said, "Just woke up, kinda wanna go walk around but I'm not sure it'd be a good idea. Still want to, don't want to stay cooped up here and... well, I'd feel like a quitter if I just sat around like this all day." Maybe i'm making a bigger deal out of it than I should but this is all so new to me.
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Jericho watched things happen, and with all the things he was hearing, he wasn't really convinced of joining, and even more convinced he wouldn't be allowed to anyway. "Right." he said to himself. Opting to stay out of whatever proceedings that would inevitably happen, just backing off for the moment.
Mushirah heard the questions loud and clear, though she was still a bit out of it and as such her own voice wasn't as loud in response. "I-I'm awake!" Scrambling, she righted herself up in the bed, closing the book despite wanting to give it more time and attention. "Please come in." she said after a moment,
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Holy hell... Is she seriously granting immortality? And in return she wants submission. Moral quandaries, why must you get in the way of fun? Jericho mulled over what she had said, not really giving it much more thought than that, viewing things as plainly as he did. "If you've already mentioned it, I apologize, but what exactly does being your servant really entail...? I guess what I'm curious about is how much do you scorn people who falter?"
Meanwhile, back at Weyland's, Mushirah's tossing and turning finally woke the girl up, beads of sweat on her forehead that she lethargically wiped away in a haze. She couldn't remember much of what had transpired in the dream but could definitely feel pangs of disappointment and regrets lingering, things she'd rather forget and move on from. She tried to go back to sleep after that, shifting in the bed a few times to try and reach a comfortable position again, but couldn't actually fall back asleep despite feeling just as groggy as before she fell asleep the first time. Stretching out before sitting herself up, she came to the conclusion that she wasn't gonna be going back to sleep as easily this time, so she decided to actually try and leaf through Shadrak's notebook. "Whattaya got in here?" She mumbled, barely coherent enough if a person could have heard it, a rasp in her voice that she tried to cough away.
Not completely satisfied with her letter, Aneda still figured it was best to end it before she got more emotional over it, wanting to actually keep her end of the bargain up for Fyodor. Perhaps I should ask Kat to write somethign as well and we can send one together? With that unusually happy thought in her brain (for the moment), Aneda found her way to the dining hall, not entirely looking forward to talking to anyone so much as making sure there were other people around so she wouldn't feel isolated and ignorant, the latter being an all too prime feature she seemed to flaunt in her eyes.
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Well this was taking a turn for the needlessly dramatic in Jericho's eyes. "Benefits, you say?" He asked, curiosity piqued. "And what if he doesn't? What then?"
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Jericho was a bit confused as to the situation regarding this other vasilus, apparently a child as he was understanding it, "Well, last I checked, children need guidance and protection and all around care, unless I'm completely misunderstanding how Vasili grow. Actually, I'm curious, do they age normally in that regard? Childhood, adolescence, adulthood and whatnot?" It seemed odd that such a normal form of growth would come into question, or that someone would legitimately wonder why a newborn would need protection at all.
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"Hmm..." he grunted, not sure what to make of the proceedings. "It would sure be convenient to not need food and water, but come on, the tastes and sensations that go with em?" Jericho smiled as he spoke, not feeling like he was interrupting anything at this point, but more or less just giving his perspective on things. Maybe Zach isn't the best parent and while I don't particularly think he's going about this the right way, he seems to at least want what's best for the demigod kid, hopefully. Better than some people I know...
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Well that's all I got. Jericho mused, not too keen on being probed for his life story but then again, maybe she'd find something relevant. All the same, he nonchalantly took a step back and waited to see what others would do before he took any other actions.
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"Would you be willing to trade, well, anything for some mediation services? Heck, even simple venting services, dunno if you're even wanting for something like that but, it's pretty much all I've got aside from motives and goals of the personal variety." Jericho asked, wanting to see where this would take him.
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"Yeah I can do that." He affirmed Zach, then focusing on some name drops. Nyx? Man why does that name sound so familiar and yet I have no clue who she's supposed to be. It would've helped if I payed attention, I suppose, but this guy seems to refer to her as goddess so... either he's some form of stalker and she's an object of affection, which would be incredibly awkward since she's just chilling in this unreachable archive, or she's something else entirely. I need better guessing criteria. Stuck in his own thoughts, he couldn't help nut notice that Zach had gotten extremely nervous suddenly. Seems he's easy to spook maybe? Who knows. "Hey, Miss." Jericho spoke up to the new lady, "How'd you get in here before us?"
Return of the Emblem Chapter Twelve: Divergent Paths
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"I, uh, maybe?" Aneda verbally stumbled, unsure of exactly why she actually got here and how, but ultimately she wasn't against it or else she would have gone her merry way. "Really just wanna punch the hell out of something, get rid of all this negativity." Her words didn't match her apprehension as she mildly stood there, lightly punching (if it could be considered one) a dummy that would probably barely register the blow even if it could feel. "And yet I find myself unable to do much as of late..."