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[Some nebulous date soon after their return to the Temple from Struxta] - Action

[tranquilforest]

[She really should have done this earlier, but at some point Konoha will run into Jing looking for her while holding a gift-wrapped box and a neatly penned note of thanks.]

Oh! Miss Konoha, yes? [She says it in such a pleasant way that it sounds like a natural inquiry rather than a comment on how Konoha is rather recognizable.] I was looking for your room, but I wasn't sure where you had settled.

[lumberlady]

[Konoha, on her way back to the Temple from the forest, a basket in her hands full of foraged vegetation, mushrooms, flowers, and the like, is a bit surprised to be hailed, turning with a soft clatter of hooves. Oh, it's-]

Miss... Jing? Er- Jing-jie?

[That was the honorific that Nihuang had asked for, so she thinks it might work here? They hadn't spoken so much before, but she recognizes her as the festival organizer from before and shifts the basket in her hands to allow for a small bow, centaur-style.]

You were looking for me?

text;

[bleps]

Hello Konoha.

How have you been doing after our return?

[Hi, this is an obligatory text to check up on a friend, especially after Akira's rather ominous network post.]

1/?? text;

[lumberlady]

nfeklklfqnf

text;

[lumberlady]

heldnqfilqn ???

cdnkwl yorf sew tios?

text;

[lumberlady]

!wekln!!!!!?

video;

[lumberlady]

[a brief, blurry two seconds of hooves and brown forelegs]

call; (END)

[lumberlady]

[VERY VERY LOUD]

-ELLO?

CONNOR, IS THAT YOU IN THERE? CAN YOU HEAR ME?

voice

[extirpator]

Kono—haaa.

[ you can practically hear him smiling. ]

How do you feel?

a... while after he sends this

[lumberlady]

Hi, Nier...

[She's getting better at using this... ! Yay...

Cough.]

Maybe a little better... I'm not sure. Thanks for coming, before.

( accidental visit!! ; i am so sorry. )

[sunborne]

HEY KOU DO YOU WANNA HEAR A FUNNY JOKE I JUST THOUGHT OF JUST NOW-

[ WOULD YOU LIKE A VERY EXCITED DAY BARGING HIS HELM IN THROUGH THE DOOR OF YOU ROOM, SHOUTING OUT OF THE BLUE??

NO??? I'M SORRY THEN BUT IT'S ALREADY HAPPENING. ]

[lumberlady]

[Konoha most definitely is not ready for a very excited metal thing to barge into her room shouting. She's not ready for anyone to come into the room, laying on the edge of the bed with her forelegs hanging over the side and her kimono top spread over them, a needle and thread in hand and a rip half-repaired.

She's still mostly decent, she wears an underlayer, but.

She almost falls off the bed in shock when someone bursts in, pulling her sewing up to her chest in alarm. She's seen this metal thing before, she knows he's not an enemy, but.]

What are you doing?!

sometime late september.

[courtmagic]

[a piece of paper is slipped under Konoha's door - on it is a drawing of a strange, fluffy creature in a small cape. on the back in careful handwriting is a title.

Cath Palug (Fou).

there is no name of the artist.]

Voice

[lumberlady]

[Wow... what an amazing artist????

And what a fluffy, cute animal? Konoha doesn't think she has ever seen an animal that fuzzy looking in real life before, but... oh! She definitely did talk to someone recently about white fluffy animals, hadn't she???

Ring, ring, ring...]

Hello? Is this Merlin? Can you hear me?

[messages from under the sea]

[tranquilforest]

-noha? I don't know if my earlier messages reached you, but I received a few from you. Are you well?

[Text]

[tranquilforest]

This seems to be more reliable. I hope you are somewhere warmer and more inviting; it is quite cold where I am, and it seems this may affect the rest of the sea negatively. I am keeping well though, so don't worry too much about me. I hope we can all reunite soon.

text

[theseuschip]

dfjhjh

[lumberlady]

;&29,’e?!

text 1/2

[fashionabot]

Konoha~

Can you read this~?

[fashionabot]

Hey, hey! Guess what?! I ate all the dried fruit!

[ She wound up in one of the rare places with a pocket of air, so. Yes, it was still shockingly dry... ]

[grawlixes]

fghjhghjyj
hey
rgfdgfgdfgd
you still breathing?
ksadsfdakjhdsf
damn stupid fucking machine

work

damn it, konoha.

[lumberlady]

gr--ting!

you re--? you hear?

greeting! greeti--!

voice

[abandonware]

[Some part of her has been nervous about this, somewhere beneath the indifference she's shielded herself with in the aftermath of Akvos. Not just the thought that Konoha might be gone, but that the experience would have changed her for the worst.

That's the way things always were. Still, A2 is no coward, often at her detriment, and some time after she's dried herself out and gotten all the seawater out of her body, she sends a tentative voice message.]

Konoha.

What's your status?

[lumberlady]

[Konoha has been trying, but she's still not very good at texting. She feels like she's learned more words, but voice and video was still better.

When you weren't wrapped in blankets in your room crying. So a moment later... it's text that comes back. A2... She probably wouldn't want to see tears, right... They all-]

i health








sad

you health? metal dry?

action

[fashionabot]

[ The android has rarely been present since their return, having spent nearly a week in her room while giving others space after their mission's failure. But she can hardly stay cooped up forever. She takes to venturing around the temple to stretch her legs, checking on others that she comes across or while passing the doors of their rooms. It's in the gardens that A4 finds Konoha.

A4's wearing a bit of color today, surprisingly— a navy-colored dress. Her clothing during the mission was ruined, so her Astoria magic once again came in handy.

A familiar seashell hair accessory shines in her hair, having taken the place of her usual black ribbon— one of the few mementos she has left of the merchildren in Akvos. ]

...Konoha? Hey. [ She waves a hand, smiling. Though it's not in her usual vigor. ] How're you holding up?

[lumberlady]

[Though Konoha has hidden in her room to cry on the occasions she wasn’t able to help herself, unable to keep up the strong and cheeeful outlook she preferred, she’s mostly been out. Keeping busy, keeping herself moving so that she won’t remember the strange, buoyant weight of the babes she had held in her arms, won’t remember the chaos and blood and shadow.

A4’s voice pulls her from her focus, fingers covered in dirt that she accidentally transfers to her cheek when she rubs it just in case there were any tears there, turning with a smile from where she was weeding in a corner of one of the gardens.]

Oh, A4-

[“A4”. Just like “A2”... it wasn’t a real name, and her smile wavers half a moment when she remembers how awful it had felt in the dreamscape, calling out that “name” in panic, thinking she was dead and having only that to call.]

I’m healthy... How about you?

action, 3/1

[extirpator]

Konoha?

[ he gently grips her by the shoulder, brows knit. ]

Are you alright? You seem upset.

[lumberlady]

Nier?

[He wasn’t wrong. This is the thrd time she’s passed through this area, looking progressively more concerned each time, brows knitting, teeth nipping into bottom lip, tail swishing anxiously beneath her skirt as her hooves echo oddly on the metal floors. She’s been looking all over, and yet-]

I was just looking for Arenvald and Connor... have you seen them?

[And they weren’t even the only ones she hasn’t heard from in a weirdly long time. A4, too, hadn’t seemed to be around when she usually would pop by the kitchens... and as new as she was to space, as eerie as some of the doors in this place seemed...


What if something had happened to them?]