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REPORT 003 :: HOMECOMING // VOICE // ENCRYPTED 20% // BACKDATED TO SUNDAY EVENING
This is SPARTAN-023...[Click, click, click, click.] logging an event in the journal on Jannuary 30, 2531. MJOLNIR helmet inoperative. Temporary measure-- [Click-click!] until UNSC logging equipment is repaired.
I've been hit by an experiment of the Malnosso. Current effects are reduced height, speed, reflexes... [A groan accompanies the fall of something heavy into a table.] strength. Even physical conditioning is gone. Conservation of race, memories, training, gender, and some mental prowess. [Metallic munitions of many kinds are scrambled in a box.] At least I won't have to crouch to not hit the doors.
[She continues to walk through the room with rushed steps, and quickly creaks a door open.]
Lucky I hadn't set myself up in the MJOLNIR, otherwise--
[Her words and steps end abruptly. The hinges continue to screech until they lose momentum.
There is a silence in the apartment that lasts a minute.]
Mom.
[The woman remains in silence until the journal ceases recording.]
I've been hit by an experiment of the Malnosso. Current effects are reduced height, speed, reflexes... [A groan accompanies the fall of something heavy into a table.] strength. Even physical conditioning is gone. Conservation of race, memories, training, gender, and some mental prowess. [Metallic munitions of many kinds are scrambled in a box.] At least I won't have to crouch to not hit the doors.
[She continues to walk through the room with rushed steps, and quickly creaks a door open.]
Lucky I hadn't set myself up in the MJOLNIR, otherwise--
[Her words and steps end abruptly. The hinges continue to screech until they lose momentum.
There is a silence in the apartment that lasts a minute.]
Mom.
[The woman remains in silence until the journal ceases recording.]
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How much could she tell her? She knew well she could not reveal about why was she the way she was. Most troubling to her, though, there were many things she forgot from the time she used to have a home.]
I don't remember much of her. [She admits, somewhat sad.] I remember the way she used to talk to me, and the things we would do together. But not much.
[This is why she looks somewhat young. Because she was like this when she last saw her.]
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You look a lot like her. I thought she was your sister, not your mother.
[[And here comes the intrusive... painful assumption.]] Did she... pass on?
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But with the question... Daisy turns her sight back to the road, and remains silent. She does not know how to answer that. She knew well what had happened. But not only was it classified... the memory of losing her family remained on her mind.
Daisy liked Valvalis. But there were things that were meant to be faced alone.]
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I'm sorry Daisy. I forget that people often have boundaries. I didn't mean to upset you.
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Reaching the fifth community housing, the woman comes to think. If she retreated to her apartment, she would be left to think and wonder about all of this; On the other hand, she was the only Spartan in this place -the only person from the UNSC in this universe-.
The thought bothered her. Considering it the strangest thing she would ever say, Daisy asks.]
Will you want something?
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Val's mind deviated for a second, but she knew Daisy wasn't that kind of girl. Perhaps she just didn't want to be alone at the moment; which Val didn't mind being the cure for.
Still... the question alone seemed out of place.]] I'm not certain what you mean.
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[The Chief Petty Officer would have insisted it was a safety measure while she was in this form, and unable to wear the MJOLNIR. But truth was, Val's suspicion was correct: She didn't want to be alone while she felt vulnerable. Companionless.]
I don't have much. But if you want.
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There was something between Val and Daisy... but it wasn't that same sort of something that she felt for Nel, or anyone else she'd fallen for before... but it was a familiar feeling for sure.]] I'd love a drink.
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The place is frugally decorated, with at most a rug carpet amidst the boxes of munitions hidden around the place, though the appliances that had been in her apartment prior to claiming it remained as the most visible features. And well-maintained, too.
She wordlessly prepares chocolate, not knowing what else to say. If there were words to be said at all.]
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Did you find all of these while you were here? These... bullets? [[That's what they were, right? ]] I didn't think there would be so many in the retrieval shops.
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[Perhaps she could get the chance to have a Sniper Rifle, or an MG, though what she'd favor the most is a shotgun. Who knows?
Once the chocolate has boiled, she serves two cups, giving one of them towards Valvalis. Even the motion of granting somebody something was odd to Daisy since she had just lost over thirty centimeters in height.]
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Val simply smiles back at Daisy.]]
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Secretly, Daisy had always loved sweets.
Daisy sat with Valvalis, and drank her cup in silence. And for what remained of the afternoon, she was happy.]