daisy023 | REPORT 028 :: LIFE // VOICE

This is SPARTAN-023.

I am reporting that in January 30th of the Sixth Cycle of Luceti, Captain Adell of the Blue Rogues has returned to his world to continue his duties.

[...]

Because of it, by his orders established in the case he left, I have been assigned to command the unit until it's original founder, Captain Vyse, returns to Luceti and officially retakes his position as leader of the Blue Rogues.

Additionally, he has asked for someone to keep the Hakurei Shrine in his absence, a project me and the Captain built for mutual friends of ours. Faith is of no matter.

That is all.

[She stops, not sure with what to sign this with. By the UNSC, she was still a Chief Petty Officer, and only if someone on the UNSC chose to do so she would be promoted.

Strangely, now it's the time when she wonders if rank matters at all in here.]

Daisy SPARTAN-023

VILLAGE

[After leaving the message, she remains in her room staring at the note addressed not only to her, but the note addressed to Reimu along with the bottles of Gensokyo and RosenQueen sake Adell trusted her with if he ever left. His final order was basic, and a Spartan, it was curious how much did it make her think. She spends a long time staring at the note he left for her.

"Live. For yourself, for the people you love, and for a better world. Just live."

After several minutes, she grabs the bottles and the notes, and locks them in the same place she kept the more important possessions. She sets the picture of Adell with his old family in House 44 beside Daisy's own. Beside Valvalis, Neliel, Kirimi, and Keimi.

--

This time, she doesn't overdo her exercises and meditations. She dresses in the same winter garbs she wore a year ago, and wanders around the Restaurant, the Tea shop, the Item shop and even the Hot Springs.

If you're a friend of hers? chances are you will receive a message requesting for some time together.

--

Before the day is over, she returns to her Garden over the roof of the Fifth Community Housing to continue her personal project. Winter will end soon, and spring will allow even more flowers to bloom in the aftermath of the harsh environment. There were so many kinds she wanted to plant.

As she called for the help of Faeren and Sona when taking care of the flowers, she couldn't wait until it was the time to plant orchids.]

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[... New blends. Right.]

I'll try, sir.

[She seeks for a blend. She knew little of teas save for the taste, of which she favored chamomile tea with sugar.

Daisy finds tea from Reach. Hum. She prepares it.]

This is világfa tea. Something from back home. It tastes a little like black tea from Earth, but it's a little more bitter.

Nothing a little sugar can't fix. [Er.] If it's taken with sugar?

Some milk, too.

[She prefers sweeter teas, but this is a little of home. After serving herself and the small man over her seat, she bends her legs sideways to sit.]

I'm more for cocoa. But this helps me calm down. [...] You look more like the type for tea.

Every day, in fact, back home. [Though he's had to make do without it on the road. There's no helping that, and no use complaining, either, he's learned.]

[Every day. Suddenly the words of the book 'In a hole in the ground there lived a hobbit' resonate.

Oddly for her, she leans a little forward towards Bilbo -- with Spartan restraint.]

May I ask, sir... What was your home like? I'm not sure if I've seen your kind before.

[Seen. Not read them in prehistory books or in fantasy novels.]

['Your kind', as if a respectable hobbit were something unusual and slightly freakish. He takes it well enough, after the dwarves and Gandalf and, well, elves. It'd take more confidence than he has not to feel a bit inferior to an elf, through no fault of their own.]

Farmland, mostly. [He settles for talking about the Shire a bit.] Quiet, peaceful, and settled.

Farmland? [She looks down for a moment, thinking of Adell... and his home.] I'm...

[The product of an amoral project meant to end human rebellion and save humanity from extinction.]

...more of a traveler. But I got more used to big cities. [Back then.] I think it's my first being settled in a village. It was just the change of people that threw me off.

There are certainly all sorts of folk about this place. [Mostly Men, as far as he's seen. A few he thinks may be elves. All seem to be from very different lands; their speech and dress and manners vary greatly.]

[She drinks. This florian was curious. Farmlands, slight british accent...]

If you don't mind me saying, sir... The most I saw of you were in history lessons about a species called "florians", which were sometimes called "hobbits", because of a book.

[Someone else has mentioned something similar, before. Bilbo hasn't dwelt on the thought too often. It's strange, and there's not much to be gained by puzzling it out.]

I've thought of writing myself, some day. But I don't have a story in my mind yet.

Sir? If I was allowed, I think this place alone would make for a book.

[If she wasn't, ONI would have to kill anyone without proper clearance that read it.]

There might be some tales to tell here at that. [He hasn't seen anything of just how strange and story-worthy Luceti can be yet, but it's a bizarre situation to start with.]

With so many fighters are here, I'm a little surprised there isn't anybody from the press... or a bard.

[Fortunately, ONI doesn't cover trans-dimensional nexii. Yet.]

They say people come and go. There might have been, one day.

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