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REPORT 001 :: CONSCRIPTION // ACTION
[There is a girl in a delicate sundress advancing through the snow with her head down, stopping behind every tree big enough to cover her position, to look at the area around her. She shivers, and her hair had collected frost that had stuck on her blond hair, but her eyes continuously scan every tree in the environment with distrust and paranoia, ignoring the environment around her, as if she was being hunted.
Those that have spent time in the military would recognize her movements resembled that of a soldier. A weaponless soldier without protective armor or equipment, but a soldier nonetheless.
More specifically, a SPARTAN-II. And a Spartan was never weaponless.
Her breathing condenses with the frigid air around her, but she ignores it. This girl continues advancing through the forest, but she abruptly stops mid-way, looking at something in the snow, for a long moment uncaring of the alien woods that held her. She slowly bends down, and picks it up.
She mutters to herself.]
I've seen this before... I left this back there.
Those that have spent time in the military would recognize her movements resembled that of a soldier. A weaponless soldier without protective armor or equipment, but a soldier nonetheless.
More specifically, a SPARTAN-II. And a Spartan was never weaponless.
Her breathing condenses with the frigid air around her, but she ignores it. This girl continues advancing through the forest, but she abruptly stops mid-way, looking at something in the snow, for a long moment uncaring of the alien woods that held her. She slowly bends down, and picks it up.
She mutters to herself.]
I've seen this before... I left this back there.
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You know, we aren't fighting a war. At least we aren't right now. It's safe to walk around normally.
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Force of habit.
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Story of my life.
[Finally, they reach one of the stores. Daisy waits for the person to enter first.]
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Go on, go on.
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In a corner, there is a black and red suit of armor. She bites her lip, staring at three punctures in the chest plate. And at its' feet, the shattered helmet.
And a teddy bear.]
That's my armor.
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...but, her world never had people that could bend matter into literal disappearance.]
Is it possible?
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Be careful.
[It was her armor they were looking at.]
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Well, I've got good news and bad news. The good news is that the armor can be fixed pretty easily and any broken circuits or whatever they are can be mended.
...the bad news is the helmet. To be honest, I've never seen anything like that. I thought it was just going to be bullet proof plastic or something but the design is too complicated for me to replicate. Maybe if all the broken bits were around, Tohsaka could mend them back together but there's no way I could just remake it.
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[She picks up the bits and pieces of the faceplate, biting her lip to attempt not to remember. But, she still has a chance of getting it repaired, even if it was a slim shod.]
...Where is he?
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But again, she has no UNSC personnel capable of repairing it here, and she will need the help of others to put her armor back if it is.]
I don't think I have a choice. I'm going to trust you two with it.
[And hidden behind the helmet, Daisy finds a small trinket. A Teddy bear.
Her expression softens upon finding it, her hardened expression turning into a sad smile. She bends down, picks it up, and stuffs it in her pocket.]
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I'll take care of this part now then.
Trace, on.
[He closes his eyes and speaks softly, opening a magic circuit in his body.]
...judging the concept of creation...hypothesizing the basic structure...duplicating the composition material...imitating the skill of its making...pass...pass...excelling every manufacturing process...
[Borrowing the composition from the other parts of the suit, he repairs circuits, stitches up the holes in the gel layer, mends the holes in the armor, and repairs any imperfections scoring the outside of the armor. For work that's less than half a minute, he leaves the armor looking shiny and new.]
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She touches the armor, looking for dents that were no longer there. It was just as perfect as moment they showed her this suit of armor. As beautiful as the moment she got to meet it, and with even the reflextive coating in perfect condition.
Her helmet would take time to repair, and she understood it well, but for the suit itself... she has no words. She will still regard magic with caution, and paranoia. But for all she knows, is that she owes this man a lot.]
...Thank you.
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I'll find a way to get all of this somewhere. Someplace with more time to suit up, and get everything in order.
[She holds her helmet, and the pieces of the shattered faceplate.]
Mind if I contact you when I need it?
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Anytime you want. I don't mind, even if it's for something small.
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[Just as she grabs the helmet, and prepares to dismantle the armor before leaving, she stops. He has helped her not only with intel, but repairing her armor - a part of herself, a part of her soul. For a Spartan, there is no greater favor.
She slowly turns her head.]
...Daisy.
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Shirou.
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...Thanks
[And she proceeds to dismantle the armor, piece by piece.]
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