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REPORT 031 :: ALONE // VOICE | WRITTEN
[ACTION | MORNING]
[Daisy's eyes continued to stare where Keimi's head used to rest as she woke up.
Her room had been left alone three weeks ago. She didn’t know why she kept resting in the same position as if Keimi had remained in Luceti. It was the same smidge of hope she kept that she would return with her memories, even if day and day she tried writing a filter for Keimi that always failed. She just did the same mechanical motions to stand up, bathe, dress, and eat before going to work
She didn’t lock herself up, she didn’t cry, she didn’t lose her discipline the slightest, or forsake her duties. Instead, she became what Spartans did in times of extreme stress. What she reverted to at many times during Harvest. How John coped with everything he had ever seen and done.
She just functioned.
SPARTAN-023 continued her project on what they found underground, she continued to help those that would request help, she would continue her exercises and training sessions, and she would continue to meditate. But there was a reason in all of it. The second she fell into the temptation to skip one day from her tasks, even like this, she would be falling into a deeper hole. Social tasks took a secondary priority.
Those that might have seen her within those days, after Keimi left, will notice that her eyes had turned glassy -- with a perpetually tired look. In spite of her maintained uniform, she is now attempting to cope. And she is fearing she is failing.]
[ACTION | NIGHT]
[Too punctually, she returns to the self-appointed time to sleep. Even this took priority on how to behave. Sleep, she knew, was an important weapon... as hard as it became to do so now.
Daisy sits on her bed. She lets herself watch the other side of her bed once again...
… she hears rushed steps. A group is running here. Heavy.
Metallic.
SPARTAN-023 grabs her broadsword. Her teeth clench. Her pupils dilate as her eyes widen for the first time in months as every part of her drove itself for the kill. She timed the moment they would come--
They break the doors. She moves to slice with far more hatred than she ever had against any alien or any cultist, and almost ignores the pain of their moves trying to subdue her as she screams in anger to use her own hands to rip them apart with far too much instinct.
She tears one apart, she stabs another against the wall to pummel it until only dent and cracked plates remained, the last ones moves to grab its’ broken companions--
The woman only continues to attack viciously and trying to break one of its legs, but even she only gets to remove a forearm when the last droid leaves with everything that could be considered dangerous for the residents to have.
She stares for a long time at the door, still holding on to her sword. Before she knows it, it is over.]
[Daisy’s irises widen back to normal when it all ends. It takes her a while to pace her breathing as her heart even took longer to do the same as it hammered her chest. She looks at the disaster the fight brought over along with the tracks that were left behind by the droids before picking their pieces and running, then at her own injuries. Blunt body trauma, strained tendons, blood on her forehead... but she was otherwise alright.
She grabs her helmet for a brief transmission for those that would use radio, communicating a need for assistance, keeping an even voice. Then, she tried taming her hand to write on the journal.]
[TEXT]
Requesting Medevac
CH5, Floor 1, Room 2
Journal, Radio Freq. 84.2 preferred, SPARTAN-23
# Patients - 1C - Priority
1A - No special equipment needed
1B - No litter needed
P - Possible hostile presence
E - Broken door
A - UNSC personnel
All clear of NBC contamination
[Daisy's eyes continued to stare where Keimi's head used to rest as she woke up.
Her room had been left alone three weeks ago. She didn’t know why she kept resting in the same position as if Keimi had remained in Luceti. It was the same smidge of hope she kept that she would return with her memories, even if day and day she tried writing a filter for Keimi that always failed. She just did the same mechanical motions to stand up, bathe, dress, and eat before going to work
She didn’t lock herself up, she didn’t cry, she didn’t lose her discipline the slightest, or forsake her duties. Instead, she became what Spartans did in times of extreme stress. What she reverted to at many times during Harvest. How John coped with everything he had ever seen and done.
She just functioned.
SPARTAN-023 continued her project on what they found underground, she continued to help those that would request help, she would continue her exercises and training sessions, and she would continue to meditate. But there was a reason in all of it. The second she fell into the temptation to skip one day from her tasks, even like this, she would be falling into a deeper hole. Social tasks took a secondary priority.
Those that might have seen her within those days, after Keimi left, will notice that her eyes had turned glassy -- with a perpetually tired look. In spite of her maintained uniform, she is now attempting to cope. And she is fearing she is failing.]
[ACTION | NIGHT]
[Too punctually, she returns to the self-appointed time to sleep. Even this took priority on how to behave. Sleep, she knew, was an important weapon... as hard as it became to do so now.
Daisy sits on her bed. She lets herself watch the other side of her bed once again...
… she hears rushed steps. A group is running here. Heavy.
Metallic.
SPARTAN-023 grabs her broadsword. Her teeth clench. Her pupils dilate as her eyes widen for the first time in months as every part of her drove itself for the kill. She timed the moment they would come--
They break the doors. She moves to slice with far more hatred than she ever had against any alien or any cultist, and almost ignores the pain of their moves trying to subdue her as she screams in anger to use her own hands to rip them apart with far too much instinct.
She tears one apart, she stabs another against the wall to pummel it until only dent and cracked plates remained, the last ones moves to grab its’ broken companions--
The woman only continues to attack viciously and trying to break one of its legs, but even she only gets to remove a forearm when the last droid leaves with everything that could be considered dangerous for the residents to have.
She stares for a long time at the door, still holding on to her sword. Before she knows it, it is over.]
[Daisy’s irises widen back to normal when it all ends. It takes her a while to pace her breathing as her heart even took longer to do the same as it hammered her chest. She looks at the disaster the fight brought over along with the tracks that were left behind by the droids before picking their pieces and running, then at her own injuries. Blunt body trauma, strained tendons, blood on her forehead... but she was otherwise alright.
She grabs her helmet for a brief transmission for those that would use radio, communicating a need for assistance, keeping an even voice. Then, she tried taming her hand to write on the journal.]
[TEXT]
Requesting Medevac
CH5, Floor 1, Room 2
Journal, Radio Freq. 84.2 preferred, SPARTAN-23
# Patients - 1C - Priority
1A - No special equipment needed
1B - No litter needed
P - Possible hostile presence
E - Broken door
A - UNSC personnel
All clear of NBC contamination
[Voice]
She doesn't know immediately what happened, but she knows it has to make everything even worse, and she's prepared to act swiftly.]
Daisy. [She keeps her voice calm, too.] Where are you right now? [She guesses home, at this hour of night, but she has no intention of wasting time going somewhere unadvisedly.]
[Voice]
Location marked on text.
[Her voice lacks any life. She is speaking as if she was calmly observing over a sniper post.]
[voice]
I'll be there in just a moment. Wait for me.
[voice]
Yes, ma'am.
[She doesn't warn her of possible threats -- when she fell into this state, she just assumed everyone would know. The droids didn't come back or Law or for Ikki.
So she just waited for Ami.]
[Voice]
While I'm on the way, please tell me exactly what happened.
[Voice]
There was fighting in my quarters. No gunshots. Part of my quarters were wrecked.
[Voice]
Understood. Can you let me in when I arrive? You'll be able to hear my voice.
[Voice]
[The door was shattered on the way in. The girl only stands up for the ease of Ami to remove the remains of the door, before settling back down on the center of the room, staring outside. Keeping her ears open.
Slowly, she hears Ami approach. The girl only barely moves her head to look at her.]
[Action from here]
She doesn't move quickly, or make noise to startle Daisy or alarm her. Instead, she quietly comes nearer.]
Is it alright if I look at your wounds? [The practical first.] I can treat them here if you'd like, or at the Clinic.
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Daisy, I'm coming. Don't worry, I won't be long.
[Gripping the hilt of her sword as she runs, dust flying, she abandons any pretense of dignity. Daisy'd been hurting, she knew. Losing Keimi had definitely hit the big girl hard and after everything Daisy had done for Saori she couldn't help but feel sorry for her.]
What happened?
[Action]
When Saori arrives, she will find an apartment with a broken door and some furniture that had taken the brunt of the attack. On the center, Daisy leaned on her broadsword, her breathing having pacified too quickly, staring down even as she hears Saori approach.]
Droids attacked. They tried to take me and failed.
[She doesn't even sound as if she's making a military report. It's more as if it she had seen simple movement over the distance.]
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You fought well, my dear friend. You're a formidable opponent.
[Action]
Daisy closes her eyes. She whispers.]
Thank you, Saori.
[For the healing, for coming, for the commendation, and for remaining here.]
I don't know if I should sleep here tonight.
[Action]
For a long, long time she says nothing and just holds Daisy to her.]
You won't sleep here. You'll stay with me. For as long as you need, my home is your home.
[Action]
Daisy begins to feel the hold of winds and morning dew. Of rain. of...
For the first time since Keimi left, the girl's eyes widen outside of a combat situation as she looks at Saori in her true form. As a goddess. Of what she was.]
Saori...?
[She mutters. She doesn't know what to say. That her family in this world was gone, that Valvalis, Neliel, Kirimi, and Keimi were all gone, that she had something so beautiful she had waited her whole life to know what was it like, and she didn't know if this could be considered 'home' anymore.
As Saori the goddess holds her, Daisy lets herself feel the winds, and breathes to order the thoughts.
She needed this. She needed her.]
I don't want to stay here. I can't stand it.
[It's Valvalis' empty house all over again.]
[Action]
[The 'creature' looks down, eyes shining with silver droplets and gently runs a spined finger through the girl's hair.]
Valvalis took me in when I needed it. And Helios helped me after that. It's only right that I do the same for you. I'll do my best, to help you through this. Because I want to see you smile again. And because you're my friend.
We'll make you a home in our castle. And you can help keep our home safe.
[She nods encouragingly, holding up a giant's palm, careful of her claw-like digits.]
Alright?
[Action]
Because I want to see you smile again. And because you're my friend.
For a brief second, she sees and hears Valvalis in that sentence. Even when gone, she continues to watch over Daisy.
Daisy lowers her head, closing her eyes, letting Saori caress her hair. Her hand intertwines with the goddess' bigger hand.]
Alright.
[She moves on to hug her tightly. Weeks of loneliness that, finally, she realized she did not want to bear anymore. Not in Luceti. Not in her life.
Not again.]
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[voice]
... Daisy? [ She checks again: Daisy's a short gallop away from where she is, in the library. ] Hold on, okay?
[voice]
But it couldn't be helped. As she simply stares at her journal, even upon hearing Twilight frightened, Daisy replies with too much neutrality.]
I will not move.
[action]
Daisy? Are you in there?
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I am here. ... There are no threats.
[action]
[ She's obviously not exactly calm herself. She's doing her best, really. ]
[action]
[Opposite to Twilight, Daisy is too calm. Even for someone used to warfare, she doesn't react much apart from looking at Twilight.]
I've spent some of my energy with Nala on the more pressing wounds.
[action]
[ She reaches out and contacts Sona. Water crystallizes from the air and splashes over Daisy's forehead. Meanwhile, Twilight is looking for some spare cloth to help bind Daisy's chest. ] Tell me if this hurts at all.
[action]
She only slightly flinches. The Spartan had already endured a lot of physical pain, and only one broken rib was nothing. Her group had fought with much worse injuries in much more dangerous campaigns.]
Not much. Keep going.
[Her knees move closer to her torso, as she lowers her head, still expressionless. Not in pain, but exhaustion.]
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