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Daisy | SPARTAN-023 ([personal profile] daisy023) wrote2012-12-19 08:56 pm

REPORT 027 :: FAMILY // ACTION | WRITTEN

ACTION | HOUSE 51

[It's in one of many visits to House 51 when Daisy carries groceries to share with Valvalis, when she notices another thing had turned different. She drops her bags.

She doesn't unholster her weapon. The girl simply walks into the house, doesn't even hear the winds inside, and walks into every room to find them empty. What was once the room of Kirimi, and the room once shared with Neliel. Rooms that were once occupied were now completely empty.

It's almost as if none of them had even been here.

It's silent. It's all sterile. Her senses were delicate. She could hear a butterfly rest over the window if she waited, but she doesn't hear anything inside. It's too silent.

It's torture.

She clings to her journal. She fears for her photos of them.


"You accepted me."

"Of course. You didn't give me reason not to. This... hmm... you know I don't mean ill, but, why don't I adopt you, too? It may not be the same, but at least while you're here, you'll have a family to go to."



Suddenly, SPARTAN-023 feels like she is alien to Luceti again.]


WRITTEN

Valvalis is back home.


[It's a simple message. She doesn't cry. Out of some miracle more than a year ago, she didn't cry when she had that life ripped away from her.

Time ago, she would have worn her armor, and made a pilgrimage to the mountains alone to think about her life. She even would have rejected Keimi's pleas not to do it. Anything to think about herself. On what made her different, and perhaps defective, from the rest of the Spartans.

Whenever if to want for her family had been actually worth it.

She was different now. Instead, the Spartan does the same all others did back home, on the aftermath of the surgeries, and on the day Samuel died: She continues her life, swears to protect what remains of her group and of Keimi, and tries to go on for their memory.]



ACTION | BATTLE DOME

[To be expected, she spends an hour longer than usual in the Battle Dome, inside of a holographic copy of the MJOLNIR, mowing down alien enemies with an outward serenity. Almost as if she was doing target practice in the middle of a broken urban environment.

It's how all Spartans used to cope back home, by returning to duty. And there is no draft or mission that needs her.]



ACTION | BELOW THE CHERRY TREE

[The moment she begins her lone meditation, she spends even longer below the cherry tree, sitting in a lotus pose for over an hour, immobile, unaware of the world around her.

Around her, the winds form a soft whirlwind around her, almost to caress her long blond hair.]

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