daisy023 | REPORT 013 :: CATHARSIS // VOICE

This is Spartan TwentyThree.

New feathers. Any and all UNSC forces in the area. Respond.

... I'm back.

[ENCRYPTED TO CLINIC PERSONNEL // TOP SECRET // EYES ONLY]

What equipment do we have in the Clinic?

[ENCRYPTED TO VALVALIS // TOP SECRET // EYES ONLY]

Thank you. I mean it.

[ENCRYPTED TO PAPRIKA // CLASSIFIED // EYES ONLY]

Ma'am. That offer for treatment. Is it still standing?

[ENCRYPTED TO SUPERMAN // CLASSIFIED // EYES ONLY]

...

[She sounds meek when she asks.]

Can we talk?

[ACTION FOR HOUSE 20]

[Comm matters taken care of, she goes to House Twenty, having quite remembered the matter of the hat, and it's implications. With two knocks on the front door, the armored figure calls out.]

Mr. Castagnier.

[After that...]

[Later in the day, having gotten the package, the 7ft tall girl in red armor goes to the Clinic, hat in hand, to see if there's equipment there to see if there are hairs in it to analyze for DNA. Yes, for her, that damned hat is that important.]

Flat | Top-Level Comments Only

Hm...there are special trained forces in my world too. I don't know much about military or government operations, but they seem to live a normal life outside of their duty to protect others. Like keeping your personal and professional life separate. It may not be the same, but in this place you can have that separation. You understand?

[Keeping both separate. Ironically... it is an alien concept to her. They were trained to have their professional life as their only one, and their personal lives... as something secondary. Something that would only come from the former, rarely worth paying much attention to.

But this place... Even when she hated the free time, it was making her develop that. A personal life. It may not be like home. It may not be the same. But maybe she can make one.

It was what she wanted since she discovered the truth from Halseu. And right now, everyone was helping her.

The merged location slowly fills with living beings, many of them familiar faces.]

I think I do.

[As she stands up, she shifts again, but returning to her form as the adult woman. Not in armor, but in what was her new feather sundress.]

It may not be the same. But there's an opportunity here. I... don't have much experience outside the military. But I want to know.

You never know until you try, right? [She lets go a breath she didn't realize she was even holding and smiles.] Still, I'm sure you'll be fine. Adapting to an environment like this takes time, but I have faith! So, you should have faith in me, for having faith in you.

[She had to give Paprika that. It would take time, but it was possible... And for a Spartan, adaptation was important. Perhaps this could be taken as another mission. Another challenge. It was the way she had been ingrained into seeing things. But now she could perhaps use that for this place.

A lot of people here had adapted. Ralph got to adapt to having a normal life, and lived happily to the end. So could she.

Daisy smiles to her.]

Thank you, Paprika.

[She cannot hug her. Dream or not, Spartans are not adapted to physical contact. Though a part of her wonders how much of that would change.]

...Sorry I am a trouble patient.

[One with an amount of issues as high as her kill count.]

[She laughs lightly.]

Oh please, don't be like that. If you are a 'troubled' patient, then what does that say about the people I had to deal with before you? [She doesn't initiate any physical contact either, just out of professionalism sake. Also Daisy is pretty large compared to her 5'5 foot self.] If you ever want to talk about this again, I'll gladly lend out my services once more.

Well... thought I'd be one of the worst.

[She blushes. She wondered if her kind of thinking was even common, but she trusted Paprika's judgement.

This time, nothing in the dream changes. Perhaps it is the way Daisy wants it? After her trip... She had tried to become a bit more open. Realizing you don't have much time left gives any person perspective.]

Thank you, ma'am. For your help. [And for being an ear.]

Nah, there are no bad patients. I promise. [She notices the halt in changing and smiles. Looks like she's done for now.] Well, if we're finished I should leave you to resting. Have to get a good night sleep to function well during the day!

[She nods, closing her eyes, smiling to herself in a state of peace. With it, Daisy walks back to back to the town, towards familiar faces, with her new feather dress waving with the wind.

Daisy will still be a girl with problems. But in a way? Even this place may help.]

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