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REPORT 022 :: ANNIVERSARY // ACTION
[For the first time in months, without the intervention of any friend of hers to do, Daisy breaks her routine. She takes a walk to the forest out of her armor.
The Chief remembers talking with Adell about his world. No matter how much she heard from people of all worlds, it all seemed too fantastic for her to understand, but his was the strangest. The thought that his world had an afterlife of sorts sent a pang of fear.
Daisy had never really been religious, but she remembers the time before she was six: Thinking about heaven, paradise, and the wings -an irony that hits her right now-. She realized only now that it was mistaken christian mythology, but after she graduated as a Spartan, she never put much thought in any afterlife. For a long time, she imagined that when death came for her, that would be it. It was a fate every Spartan had always been ready for.
One she had taken before she was reborn in here. She doesn't know what to take of an afterlife that may judge her when her time in Luceti ends. And for the first time in years, she is afraid.
She sighs. How many friends had she lost in the last few months? In her whole year? Charlotte. John Stewart. Edge Maverick. Shirou. Rin. Saber. Faze Sheifa. Meiling. Remilia. Marica. Lina. Amelia. Litchi. Kent. Tomoya. David Jordan. Michael Blanc.
Kirimi.
As she was trained to become a Spartan, she became used to the possibility that she or her comrades would die on the line of duty... Sometimes even in training.
Or during augmentations.
Even after she became a Spartan, and would have to go to some missions alone, sometimes she willingly secluded herself. With the pain of losing friends of her in this place, more than once did she wonder if this all was worth it: The parties, the events, the attempts to reach out, the things she is learning, and the socialization.
...
Daisy remembers waking up alive after that skirmish, and hearing Meiling's words. The first person to know about the Spartan's fate in the dead soil of Harvest.
“By all rights, I shouldn't even be here.”
“Hey, come on. Don't think like that. You should be happy you got a second chance.”
A second chance. She found herself muttering those words after that same day, and after her lone pilgrimage to the mountains. Those words have remained with her ever since.
It has all been worth it.
She continues walking. Those words are the reason she had changed so much in one year.
One year. Daisy thinks. Hard to think so much has changed in little time.
Daisy remembers the last letter of the Major David Jordan as well. He wished a peaceful life for a Spartan, away from warfare, and all she used to know for over fourteen years. And strangely, it's only now when she understands what he meant. What he wanted for her.]
[Strangely, Daisy will not be found at the Gym, nor at the Battle Dome, nor the places she frequents to keep herself and her armor sharp. For the whole of the day, Daisy walks around the forests in silence, silently tracing her steps where she first arrived -running from cover to cover, with her senses being as tense as strings back then-, all the way to the outside of Jordan and Litchi's house -Kazama's now, she corrects herself-, and to the coffee shop where Charlotte invited her for a warm drink.
She remembers being baffled to think that people would want to eat and drink with a Spartan. Now, she also realizes only one of the people that first saw her when she arrived is still here. Riku.
The rest is gone. Charlotte. Green Lantern. David Jordan. Shirou.
She was a malnourished and scarred weapon little better than an attack dog, hiding her fear into a drive to kill when she first arrived in that sundress. Now, she is a woman clad in red winter clothes fit to her shape and a golden scarf, and her hair had been allowed to grow long enough to reach her hips – Something Daisy blames both the fairy tale shift and Valvalis for.
When her team ran away from CASTLE Base, she once wondered if her parents would even recognize her after everything that was done to them. She is still over two meters tall, she still depends on her armor, she continues to crave for any sort of military to give her a sense of normalcy, and for the battlefield to give a sense of thrill she had only just found in other places thanks to friends of hers... And she still carries that tiny bear she had held on to for so many years.
But now she wonders if other Spartans would recognize her.]
((OOC: Those that look for Daisy will most likely find her in the forest, walking; she may be found in front of a fire made from dead branches she collected, staring at it and meditating to channel Eferin; or even on an attempt to make a snowman. Generally, she's going through her steps when she first arrived in Luceti, quite pensive.))
The Chief remembers talking with Adell about his world. No matter how much she heard from people of all worlds, it all seemed too fantastic for her to understand, but his was the strangest. The thought that his world had an afterlife of sorts sent a pang of fear.
Daisy had never really been religious, but she remembers the time before she was six: Thinking about heaven, paradise, and the wings -an irony that hits her right now-. She realized only now that it was mistaken christian mythology, but after she graduated as a Spartan, she never put much thought in any afterlife. For a long time, she imagined that when death came for her, that would be it. It was a fate every Spartan had always been ready for.
One she had taken before she was reborn in here. She doesn't know what to take of an afterlife that may judge her when her time in Luceti ends. And for the first time in years, she is afraid.
She sighs. How many friends had she lost in the last few months? In her whole year? Charlotte. John Stewart. Edge Maverick. Shirou. Rin. Saber. Faze Sheifa. Meiling. Remilia. Marica. Lina. Amelia. Litchi. Kent. Tomoya. David Jordan. Michael Blanc.
Kirimi.
As she was trained to become a Spartan, she became used to the possibility that she or her comrades would die on the line of duty... Sometimes even in training.
Or during augmentations.
Even after she became a Spartan, and would have to go to some missions alone, sometimes she willingly secluded herself. With the pain of losing friends of her in this place, more than once did she wonder if this all was worth it: The parties, the events, the attempts to reach out, the things she is learning, and the socialization.
...
Daisy remembers waking up alive after that skirmish, and hearing Meiling's words. The first person to know about the Spartan's fate in the dead soil of Harvest.
“By all rights, I shouldn't even be here.”
“Hey, come on. Don't think like that. You should be happy you got a second chance.”
A second chance. She found herself muttering those words after that same day, and after her lone pilgrimage to the mountains. Those words have remained with her ever since.
It has all been worth it.
She continues walking. Those words are the reason she had changed so much in one year.
One year. Daisy thinks. Hard to think so much has changed in little time.
Daisy remembers the last letter of the Major David Jordan as well. He wished a peaceful life for a Spartan, away from warfare, and all she used to know for over fourteen years. And strangely, it's only now when she understands what he meant. What he wanted for her.]
[Strangely, Daisy will not be found at the Gym, nor at the Battle Dome, nor the places she frequents to keep herself and her armor sharp. For the whole of the day, Daisy walks around the forests in silence, silently tracing her steps where she first arrived -running from cover to cover, with her senses being as tense as strings back then-, all the way to the outside of Jordan and Litchi's house -Kazama's now, she corrects herself-, and to the coffee shop where Charlotte invited her for a warm drink.
She remembers being baffled to think that people would want to eat and drink with a Spartan. Now, she also realizes only one of the people that first saw her when she arrived is still here. Riku.
The rest is gone. Charlotte. Green Lantern. David Jordan. Shirou.
She was a malnourished and scarred weapon little better than an attack dog, hiding her fear into a drive to kill when she first arrived in that sundress. Now, she is a woman clad in red winter clothes fit to her shape and a golden scarf, and her hair had been allowed to grow long enough to reach her hips – Something Daisy blames both the fairy tale shift and Valvalis for.
When her team ran away from CASTLE Base, she once wondered if her parents would even recognize her after everything that was done to them. She is still over two meters tall, she still depends on her armor, she continues to crave for any sort of military to give her a sense of normalcy, and for the battlefield to give a sense of thrill she had only just found in other places thanks to friends of hers... And she still carries that tiny bear she had held on to for so many years.
But now she wonders if other Spartans would recognize her.]
((OOC: Those that look for Daisy will most likely find her in the forest, walking; she may be found in front of a fire made from dead branches she collected, staring at it and meditating to channel Eferin; or even on an attempt to make a snowman. Generally, she's going through her steps when she first arrived in Luceti, quite pensive.))
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It isn't much... but I made it last night.
[Action]
Keimi, this is great.
[She sets the box on the table... And lowers herself for Keimi to reach out for another hug, leaning her head on the mermaids. So not unlike the night of New Years'.]
Thank you so much.
[The bigger girl breaks back for a second to look at Keimi, with only a small distance from her face - locking herself in her eyes, hair, and lips. Once again, she gets the temptation to kiss her.
She adds lightheartedly. She has acted far too emotional for a Spartan.]
I'm still going to share it.
[Action]
I might have a little piece... but I really just wanted to celebrate today with you~. One year is a big deal!
[Action]
[She moves back to set the cake on the table, and grabbing a pair of plates and forks, Daisy readies to cut it.
The Chief sets a hand over her chest to grasp her knife -- but stops moving in that moment. She recalls using weapons in non-combat situations is frowned upon, apparently.]
Do we have a knife, Keimi?
[Action]
[She moves her hand over to a set of silverware neatly wrapped in a napkin, before unfolding it and taking the knife, handing the handle to Daisy.]
Here you go~!
[Action]
Thanks.
[With this, she gives Keimi a slice of her own, and... Damn. Daisy is serving herself a huge portion.
As she sits close to Keimi, she sets her legs sideways to compensate for her height.]
I met Charlotte in this place. It was the first time I drank chocolate in a long time.
[Action]
Really? Me and Charlotte-chin used to come here, too. We used to have so many great talks~.
[Action]
She had a way to reach out. Charlotte was a little silly, but it was why I liked her a lot -- Why everyone liked her.
[She eats some of her cake rather quickly. Charlotte was probably the first person to know about the Spartan's sweet tooth.]
She also ordered me not to treat her like a princess. She got fed up with me treating her by rank.
[Action]
That was Charlotte-chin, alright. She never wanted to be treated special, just because she was a princess. But I think that just made her even more special.
[Action]
[It was a huge power. The power to defeat and tame a Spartan with only a smile and an invitation for a warm drink.
She picks a portion of her food -- And offers it closely to Keimi.]
[Action]
Mm... She really knew how to make friends out of everybody. Her kingdom is really lucky, having a princess like her...
[Action]
[The second bite Daisy offers to Keimi, she leans a little more forward, almost attaching her forehead to the mermaid's.
She's doing that a lot with Keimi, she's starting to notice.]
[Action]
[She takes a bite, her cheeks glowing red from the warmth and closeness of the Spartan. She tentatively reaches out, lightly laying her hand atop Daisy's free hand.]
...Her kingdom must be beautiful.
[Action]
Charlotte told me Earth was beautiful.
[Her kingdom must be unbelievable.
One finger reaches to Keimi's bellybutton, and moves around and upwards from her tummy with patience.]
[Action]
[She stops as Daisy's hand brushes her stomach, her face immediately flushing red. She bites her lower lip, her hand starting to grip Daisy's other hand.]
D-Daisy-chin...
[Action]
Of a lot of worlds.
[Her digit leaves it to put her palm over the mermaid's side. Slowly, Daisy lowers herself to have her lips taste Keimi's.]
[Action]
[She closes her eyes, returning the kiss gently and curling towards the bigger girl. In that instant, the rest of the world faded away. To Keimi, there was nothing left, except her and Daisy, and the kiss between them. Everything in this moment just felt right.]
[Action]
She also tastes some frosting in their lips. Not a bad thing.
One hand stays in Keimi's lower back. Another below her to carry her.]
[Action]
Her arms reach out, wrapping around the back of Daisy's neck, holding herself close.]
[Action]
Daisy blames Robert.
She licks Keimi's lower lip before engaging in another kiss, venturing her tongue around them. Robert and Valvalis had their own tastes, and the mermaid does as well. Her kisses are initially shy, but they can turn affectionate when time passes.
Daisy moves back from Keimi, putting her forehead forward and pressing her chest against her own.]
I like your kisses. [... Ah, there's her wheelchair.] Sorry I keep moving you.
[Action]
As the kiss breaks, she breaths heavily, panting from the sudden burst of passion.]
It's okay, Daisy-chin. I... kind of like it.
[Action]
She breathes.]
Me too.
[She looks at the remains of Keimi's dessert that remain in the table of the coffee--
...
They're still outside of the coffee shop.
...
Daisy retreats.]
We just did that in public, didn't we.
[She needs a foxhole at least seven feet deep, now.]
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[And she's not even sure. She just wants the privacy.
Daisy shrinks a little with the realization. But still holds Keimi's sides near her.]
Can we go somewhere else?
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