[She isn't expecting to run into Mitsuri here, out on the island and somewhat far away from their camp. But they're both here nonetheless, so. She adjusts her hold on the pink flowers that Dimitri had tasked her with holding during the trial and nods to her.]
[Her tone lacks bite. It's a sincere question, and she doesn't mean to insinuate that Flayn should be elsewhere, even though this place is a fair distance from their camp.]
It's never foolish to want for others' safety. Isn't that why you studied at the academy?
We don't have a lot of time, but you don't have to rush. Take your time gathering those memorabilia. I'm sure they'll appreciate whatever you choose in their memory.
...yes, you are quite right. I know if I were the one who had passed on, I would not want those I had left behind to worry themselves over finding the perfect thing to remember me right away.
I would merely be happy to know that they did still remember me, so long as the memory of me did not bring them pain. Surely, it must be the same for them...
Mmm... I thought perhaps I would check the foliage in the jungle for other flowers. The girl who died in the storm... I think of flowers when I think of her, for some reason.
[She bows her head as she recalls that, indeed, someone died in the storm. They were all so taken by surprise that nobody could help. How heartrending.]
Well, girls like flowers. [It goes without saying that Mitsuri trusts Flayn's intuition.] Is there a specific kind that you're thinking of? What about colors?
[Should Flayn permit, Mitsuri will take her by the hand before they make their way to the jungle. She'll sing simple tunes on the way, and maybe a part of her hopes that any lingering ghosts will enjoy these songs.]
[Onward they go! Flayn lets Mitsuri hold her hand as they walk even though Mitsuri should be holding Dimitri's hand, and her expression softens as she starts to sing.]
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fishingforcompliments) wrote2020-05-02 07:40 pm
Week 1: Post-trial
Is that you, Flayn?
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[She isn't expecting to run into Mitsuri here, out on the island and somewhat far away from their camp. But they're both here nonetheless, so. She adjusts her hold on the pink flowers that Dimitri had tasked her with holding during the trial and nods to her.]
...hello, Mitsuri.
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[Her tone lacks bite. It's a sincere question, and she doesn't mean to insinuate that Flayn should be elsewhere, even though this place is a fair distance from their camp.]
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...I was thinking it might be nice to create a memorial for the people we lost. Only... I want to find the right spot for it.
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[It brings a small smile to her face.]
That's very kind of you. Can I help?
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[she nods down at the flowers]
...these are lovely, like Marie was. But I will admit to being at a bit of a loss in regards to the others.
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I didn't know Wen Ning too well, and I never met Isabelle. I did catch crabs with Anaido, though.
[She looks fondly at Flayn, remembering how they went crabbing together.]
Did you spend a lot of time with them?
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[Her voice trails off and she shakes her head.]
I thought we would have more time with them.
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We don't have a lot of time, but you don't have to rush. Take your time gathering those memorabilia. I'm sure they'll appreciate whatever you choose in their memory.
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I would merely be happy to know that they did still remember me, so long as the memory of me did not bring them pain. Surely, it must be the same for them...
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Of course, it doesn't mean we should be negligent about paying our respects. Where were you thinking about looking next? We can start there.
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Well, girls like flowers. [It goes without saying that Mitsuri trusts Flayn's intuition.] Is there a specific kind that you're thinking of? What about colors?
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[Should Flayn permit, Mitsuri will take her by the hand before they make their way to the jungle. She'll sing simple tunes on the way, and maybe a part of her hopes that any lingering ghosts will enjoy these songs.]
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even though Mitsuri should be holding Dimitri's hand, and her expression softens as she starts to sing.]...you have a lovely voice, Mitsuri.
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Good sir, good sir. What is fluttering in front of the horse?
[Trailing off, Mitsuri blushes faintly.]
It's more fun this way, don't you think?
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[She smiles at her.]
...I am sorry to say that I do not know the words. Would you teach me? Then we could sing together.
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[And so they sing together, reciting lyrics that definitely don't involve beating men to a pulp.]
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also mitsuri should definitely teach her the beating men to a pulp song later.]