daisy023 | REPORT 001 :: CONSCRIPTION // ACTION

Current Location: Forest - 10 miles way from nearest settlement

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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.

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[The thought of coffee or hot chocolate in winter is enough for her to agree. Even more since they were not part of the tasteless rations all too common within the UNSC Armed Forces, and because of the cold she felt though only wearing her sundress.]

Yes, ma'am.

[She follows the footsteps of the busty girl, feeling awkward towards her display of joy in the midst of her confusion. Her wings cover her shoulders as she follows the princess, trying not to think that the fluffing feathers that were now protecting her of some of the cold were not supposed to be hers.]

[Charlotte, taking note of the other's... well. Cold and dress condition really was tempted to just take her to a clothing store, but frankly she isn't positive she can, well, find anything in their size. Thus, he's opting to warm her up first and then maybe take them to All Passions... ah, but she should really introduce herself first, right?

she doesn't slow her pace any - after all, cold - but she turn turn her head a little]

You don't need to call me ma'm, I'm just Charlotte. What's your name?

[The Spartan does not completely agree. If she is a princess, she holds a title which should be respected. Same way as any Comissioned Officer.]

Chief Petty Officer SPARTAN-023, UNSC NavSpecWar.

[She answers immediately, without stopping, as part of the instincts ingrained into her.

But the problem was, this girl has asked her name. And while her name was known only by her closest companions... she is not sure whenever if a lot of the people here would stick with her rank, let alone her number.

With hesitance, she replies, almost in a whisper.]

Daisy.

[...Okay that was a long name. She is still processing at when she hears the second part. Charlotte blinks and then plays both parts back in her head. The second one sounds more like a name... but there was a deep note of - hesitation? Discomfort? Something like that. Charlotte's all for pushing boundaries but-]

Um... that first name's really long and I'm not sure I'll remember all of it, so I could call you Twenty-Three if you like? [A pause Okay she's pretty sure that second one was-] Or Daisy~ I like Daisy more, actually.

[She was not military. SPARTAN-023 would've been referred as "Chief", otherwise.]

They're both fine.

[That's her way of it's cool to call her Daisy.

They finally arrive at the Cafe. The Spartan, still with only the sundress she woke up with, feels foreign to the setting. One she had never been traited to face. Never prepared.]

[Score. Charlotte goes for a table and waves Daisy over to her, nodding. She is still considering quite what to call her, but either way- one closer inside, further from the walls and windows. I'll be warmer there, right? Ah...haha. Mmhm]

So, I'll get our drinks. Coffee, hot chocolate?

[The Chief Petty Officer nods upon noticing the waving princess, -though neither of them needed to wave to be noticed, for different ~~yet equally massive~~ reasons-.

She lowers her head to avoid the lintel of the door. Her demeanor remains the same as when she was found in the forest, but agrees with the princess' decision not to be close from the windows.]

The later.

[The Spartan didn't really trust how well was her organism should have recovered after... after that battle. For all she knew, some problems would've remained, and the accelerated heartbeat the caffeine could cause into her could worsen any condition she could have.

Secretly, though, Daisy always had a spot for sweets.]

Permission to speak freely? [This question is not so much because of the possibility of this girl being a higher rank than she is, but out of respect.] I expected more formality. [This is not to offend. Heads of state and their families were to be treated with the utmost respect.]

[Charlotte frowns a little at the question, and then nods. But... well. She's worse than Silvie, isn't she? She was going to step off and get the drinks, but in lieu of the questions she pauses and shakes her head before adopting srsfaice and pointing a finger at the much larger woman]

Well then, I have a formal order! You aren't allowed to treat me like a princess!

[But then she relaxes into a little giggle, collapsing her finger up to her head and pointing at herself]

We're really fart from Hazelrink, after all, so even though I am one, it doesn't matter that much here, right? We could just be friends.

[Sob. What in the world. This is the sort of order she ~~half~~ wants, but won't be allowed to. Why so serious, Ms. Boobsalot.]

Affirmative, Ms. Hazelrink.

[GOD DAMN IT, DAISY.]

Charlotte.

[She stands as the Princess continues to search for the drinks. The Chief Petty Officer cannot help but wonder why would someone want to eat with a Spartan.]

[Hmm hmm hmm~ Okay, give her maybe... well a few minutes to sort all this out. She leaves the other with a light laugh because that reaction was cute, but she returns with a more subdued and less teasing smile because Daisy clearly is in all sorts of uncomfortable right now so she might as well do what she can to help the girl out. When she's back she places Daisy's hot chocolate on her end... and her own coffee on her own.

She then sits]

We'll get you some clothes after this, okay? ...But I'm not sure they'll have your size.

[She shifts uneasily. Her size is the source of much of her embarrassment about what she was.]

I understand.

[Slowly, she sits in the chair, turning her legs somewhat to compensate for the height of her figure, above the measures the table and the chair had been designed for.

Finally, upon her invitation, she takes a sip.

And likes it. She hadn't tasted hot chocolate in a long time. She is visibly surprised by the taste.]

I know of a place which takes requests though, so we can take you there and have them fit you for clothes after we're done warming up. And we can look at the other place too, if you want.

[Meanwhile, eyeing her the whole while she takes her own coffee sip. She's really... more focused on the girl in front of her, but details]

[Daisy is not too comfortable with the observation, either, but she keeps her civility.]

Is it possible? [Asked out of courtesy, of course.] I would like to understand the area better. Though a new service uniform would be in order.

[She drinks from her chocolate, enjoying the taste, then asks.]

How long have you been in here?

Well... I've been here a little more than a year. [Okay, a few months more than a year by now, but there's no point in making it sound even longer than it has been. She takes a sip to cover up another answer after that, because she figures that will not... go over well. It usually doesn't]

[A lot of people have spent a year, minimum. After what happened back at Harvest, and the circumstances in finding herself here, the Spartan doesn't know whenever if to feel comfortable with the answer or not.]

I see.

[The Chief Petty Officer looks at the contents of her mug, unsure of what could she speak about. Sure enough, this girl had ordered her to stop treating her like a superior, but there's only so much she could find for conversation.

But, the country of Hazelrink is an unknown one to her. Is she from Earth?]

You mentioned you were a Princess. Of a country named Hazelrink?

[Oh good. She didn't panic at that or anything]

Yeah... it's a small country and even a lot of people from Earth haven't heard of it. [Not that she sounds offended by this] We're close neighbors [rivals, more like, but she doesn't want to say that] with the Flemish Principality, but the closest large country to us is Germany. We're nessled between it and Belgium.

[That sounded mechanical. She wonders if the other girl will appreciate that or not. She's trying to keep her tone calm and even, answer the questions as they come but... well, it's her nature to be brash and forward it's a little hard to fight it]

[It does, actually.]

I'm afraid I have not heard of that country, in history classes or Earthern geography. [She paid attention to Deja's classes, but there was so much she could remember.] But it'd be possible that your world developed differently. ...Charlotte.

[You can tell Daisy practically ate the word "ma'am".]

...You are from Earth? [The higher classes tended to live there, after all.] Are there colonies in your world?

Um... [Oh this might be going a little oddly, but it's good! She laughs awkwardly and shrugs before-]

What... type of colonies?

[Kay. Daisy reckons it might've been a bad step.]

Planets. Worlds for human life. Colonies of Earth.

...

I don't think they have FTL Travel?

...No, we don't have anything like that. Or at least I've never heard of it.

[Awkward]

You are probably somewhere between the twentieth to twentieth-first century.

[Don't feel bad, Mrs. Lotsatits. You are way better at socializing than she is.

She drinks from her Chocolate.]

I had only read from history books, and comments from tourists that used to visit it. What was Earth like?

Oh, you've never been to Earth?! It's beautiful! [Okay, topic she can jump on, go!] Luceti looks a lot like it, actually, but no matter where you go it's filled with people and interesting things like big cities or fields or... penguins!

Oh, I wish you could see some of the places I've been... I wonder if I can find pictures in the library...

Penguins? [She knew mostly about African animals, which had the names of many UNSC vehicles. But that's one animal she had always thought curious.] You mean the small, black-and-white birds?

I've read it is one of the human worlds with the most fauna. The biggest cities. The most protected forests. I've always read it is the Rome of humanity. [She looks at the forest.] But I think it's something you need to see to understand.

Are there not a lot of forests or cities on other worlds, or just that Earth has more? [...Are other planets rural :|a

But then she focuses on part one belatedly, after taking another sip. It is as if the coffee animates her-]

...But yeah! Penguins, they're black and white and stand upright, walking around. They can't fly, but they can swim. They're really cute, I can't find one here but I've got a lot of toy ones I could show you later.

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