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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]
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.
[Action]
She barely nods in affirmation.]
I'll walk if needed. Do what you need, Ami.
[In spite of her pose, there is no signal she would be startled. She had long since come to identify threats by mere sounds. There are no threats she can hear anywhere near to hear.
Anything in this enclosure. Not anything for months. Nothing for her to keep her to truly do.]
[Action]
I should be able to heal it with Nala's power, if that's alright.
[She's learned not everyone is entirely comfortable with magic or the powers, or even Luceti's spirits. It's best to ask that permission.]
[Action]
[She had gotten used to magic long ago. Kipinn was the spirit Daisy was the closest to. Nala, especially, became an old friend for the times she would have to act.
Daisy looks down. She doesn't want to look at the rest of her room. It will naturally repair within 24 hours, but she doesn't want to deal with this in the morning.
Slowly, she stops leaning on her sword, and sits cross-legged, looking down.]
[Action]
It feels different from her senshi powers; it feels like letting someone else work through her, instead of coming from somewhere inside herself. She's always assumed that's only natural, since she's relying on the spirits and their teachings.]
[Action]
As Ami heals, Daisy remains immobile. She mutters something.]
Can you stay for longer?
[Not 'here', as in her quarters. She has realized she cannot stand living here. Behind those words, she means for Ami to stay with her. Anywhere. Just be here.]
[Action]
I won't go. [Over the years, she's never forgotten her own anxieties at those moments of being alone, not entirely. So right now, a part of her wants to soothe it for someone else.]
We can do whatever you'd like.
[Action]
Slowly, she stands herself up, still looking down.]
Our garden.
[Action]
I'd like that. We haven't had the chance to go there often lately. The plants could probably use watering, too. [Although they've had rain lately, so maybe it will be fine.]
Re: [Action]
She walks slowly, almost needing Ami to nudge her back to the top. She hadn't neglected to sleep, but for everything that was not military, she had ignored it for what she considered more important things.
What she considered ruing that time. As she walks, she remembers with guilt why did she start this project with Ami.]
[Action]
She makes a poor attempt at idle conversation]
Daisy, which plants are your favorites?
[Action]
But...]
Orchids.
... I've always liked them. How the grow. It's what I remember the most. I couldn't wait until the time was right to grow them.
[Action]
[Those qualities definitely describe Daisy, Ami thinks. Perhaps never more than right now, when she's hurting but moving forward anyway.]
They suit you.
[Action]
From the haziest memories she has of her parents, she wonders if they ever told her the same in the times she spent in those gardens.]
Thank you. [She mutters.] I just remember liking the colors... and doing so even now.
[Slowly, another hand comes to hold Ami's.]
[Action]
It's no wonder that they grow well for you.
[Action]
After I got in Luceti, I just felt this would be something good to learn. I only remembered its name because of military guides. But with everything here...
[Eventually, they reach the rooftop to their garden. It had grown after the rains, and they still had work to do... but it was otherwise alright.]
I just wanted to make them someday.
[Action]
[It was a little like Ami hoping she'd inherited something from her father as well as her mother. She smiles quickly as she spies their plants,s till in good condition. She doesn't mind the work to tidy it up.]
There's something satisfying about it, I think: seeing your work and looking at everything once it's finished and cleaned up. [Which they will start to bring about... now.]
[Action]
She moves back, and hugs Ami.]
I know. And I'd like to see that. When we finish.
[Action]
[Action]
Yeah...
[Before moving on to the flora, she stops only for a second.]
...
And thanks. For being here.
[Action]
I'm always glad to spend time with you. Actually, I sort of wish we could do it more often.