PHASE I [ 07 30 ] You wake up, the echoes of that whisper in your ears -- but what had you heard? Had anyone said anything at all? Ah, well, not your problem, it's time to greet the day! ... Or throw your blanket back over your head, you lazy bum.
No matter. Whenever you start your day, things are going to be a little... odd. Using the sink to brush your teeth or wash your face? You're going to get a strong blast of water that will probably be very painful if it goes up your nose. That nice hot shower will either turn uncomfortably hot, mood-ruiningly cold, or just plain refuse to shut off without a whole lot of struggle. Hope you brought your floaties in there with you!
Or maybe just hope you have neighbors kind enough to hear your screams and come to your aid.
PHASE II [ 1100 ] There is life outside your apartment! You can take a breath and enjoy the fresh air, and the... unfortunate arrival of hay fever, because there sure are a lot of flowers floating in the air towards you. Dandelions, daisies, the cute little pink ones that explode upon contact and cause bouts of hysterical laughter, uncontrollable sneezing -- or both, if you're that lucky soul. The Gardens aren't immune, either. Every plant with teeth (including the ones with soulful singing voices) will be craning to nibble your leg, and some of the braver plants will even try uprooting themselves to attack you.
Good thing the majority can still barely reach your ankle and can be easily stepped on, and it doesn't exactly hurt to get a carnation to the face.
PHASE III [ 1500 ] Okay. So maybe outside wasn't the best choice. Between bouts of almost-normalcy, there are increasingly worrying occurrences taking place all over the colony. An innocent step can lead a soul into a sudden rush of wind, where the voices of those you've failed in some manner are all screaming in your ears, crying out and asking why you didn't save them, why you didn't do enough, why you didn't let them cheat off your test--
Well, screw that guy.
It's a bit hard to push past all that wind without help, though, so hopefully you've got a friend nearby to at least keep you from getting blown off your feet.
But don't worry -- for those who managed to escape the Winds of Guilt-Tripping, the Will-o-wisps are here for you. They're just tiny little multicolored balls of flame that beckon you forward, promising you the truth, an adventure.
They won't burn you if you touch them, but they will show you a most beautiful vision of your homeworld and all of your friends burning all around you. If you choose to follow them, they...
... lead you into the Pleasure District, where all of your friendly robot worker friends are happy to praise you for coming so boldly and confidently into their sensual clutches, clearly you really wanted to be a part of their sexy photoshoot, here's your thong!!
The Will-o-wisp won't stick around, it's too pure for your sins.
PHASE IV [ 1930 ] A fog seems to have spun out of nothing, and as the time passes, it only grows thicker and colder. It might not be a good time to be outside - unless you've flooded your apartment - but if you want to risk it like the foolhardy soul you may be...
The ground itself is humming. It's a soft pulse at first, but as you try to make your way through the fog, it grows stronger and stronger, until the first of several very heavy, angry tree roots comes ripping through the ground. It's hard enough to see with the fog, but stay quick on your feet; the roots may not be lightning-fast, but they do hit hard, and there's an undeniable sense of fury coming from their single-minded aim to lash out.
Try not to fight alone, they don't play nice, and it doesn't seem like they're willing to calm down anytime soon. Not until She arrives.
BONUS [ why o'clock ] So the plant life hates you, and you shouldn't follow magical glowing balls of fire, but on the bright side -- bubbles! Lots of bubbles. Giant bubbles that have gently floated from the sky and... encompassed you. Aaaaaand floated away, taking you with them.
It's fine, though. Hey, now you don't have to walk to your favorite haunt! You've got a great view from inside of a bubble! And it'll eventually let you go in the place you don't want it to, if someone doesn't pop it for you first.
You wouldn't mind being dropped into a fountain, right? Or on top of that cute person who will totally understand you plummeting on them? Or on a roof?
What thoughtful bubbles these are.
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[ Unfortunately, one of the thongs that Shiho flings does not hit a robot, but instead Jaune's face. ]
--ow.
[ Geez, he's the last guy who needs to go on another guilt trip, and just when he thinks the worst was over, he realizes that this could potentially get a whole lot worse. Does this belong to her??
P-Peeling the thong off his face... ]
I... I think this belongs to you... [ ... ] --I-I mean, no?! [ shit ] I don't-- I don't think it belongs to you, I-- you'd never, you-- I, I don't know. I don't think anythong. ... Thing.
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HE THINKS ITS HERS]
N-No!
[The robot is forgotten for the moment (though it's about one minute away from the tasering of its life).]
I-It's not. I don't wear- [Wait.]
I mean! I don't wear...th-that...kind...of....um...thing.... [She makes a vague gesture at the thong in his hand.]
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[ Jaune immediately tries to hurl it away, but it's tangled around his hand. ]
--don't wear this! Totally! You're not wearing this. I know this because I am-- I am holding it. You're not-- not wearing anything. Wait, what?!
[ THIS TRAIN OF THOUGHT IS GETTING WORSE-- ]
Let's start again.
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She's not sure though where she's supposed to start with all that. The part where he thought the thong was nice? That it was her colour? Or not?]
I-
[Pause...yeah...maybe it would be for the best to just...start that train of thought again. Especially when the robot gives her wrist a tug.]
Um...how about we start with you helping me?
[Also:]
I am wearing....you know...
[Okay or maybe he didn't, but he knows now.]
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[ STRAIGHT UP SHOOTS THE ROBOT IN THE HEAD (with Shiho's energy gun!) ]
--yep.
[ Don't say anything, don't say anything, don't say anythi-- ]
... I mean, y-yeah, duh. I thought you were. ... [ Wait, Jaune opens his mouth to correct that, because again it sounded weird, but... no. He closes it again. Don't say anything.
...
Strangely enough, the robot's hand is still clinging on Shiho's wrist, despite having parts of its head blown off. ]
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You thought-
[Wait. What did he think?? Should she ask....?]
Um. Nice shot, by the way. You've been practicing, huh.
[But what had he been thinking?? What was he thinking now? Shiho gives her hand a shake, prying the robot's hand from around her wrist.
Well, there's only one way to find out:] ........So. [That's not asking, Shiho.]
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Let me help with-- [ In his weird adrenaline rush, he's about to hack the robot's arm off with his sword until Shiho takes care of it the normal, sensible way. ] --ah, nope. You got it. G-Good job.
[ Just... unceremoniously sheathes his sword again. ]
Are you okay?
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Thanks.
[Though her mouth still twitches into a bit of a smile even if he'd just been planning something incredibly dangerous.][If someone she knows and doesn't like gets a robot arm stuck to their wrist, she'll know who to call.]
And yeah, I'm okay. Thanks to you. Really.
[Though he did still have the thong stuck around his hand....how do you even address that??]
Uh...do you...need help with that?
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[ What, the underwear that neither of them can seem to ignore??? ]
...
[ Just. Holds his hand out to her. ]
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[But the fact that he trusts her enough to just hold his hand out to her is very heartwarming and she's not sure she'll ever be able to get over that completely.]
Just...hold still, okay?
[She still tries her best not to touch him with her hand as much as she can, but it's inevitable as she untangles the thong. Try not to think strange things, Jaune.]
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If he's thinking of anything weird, it's back when they first met, when Shiho threw another questionable thing in his face. For all his lamenting about friends slowly disappearing (and the list is quite huge at this point), there's something to be said about Shiho still being here. ]
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That and the remembrance of their first meeting has her hands stopping, trying not to laugh herself when she resumes.]
That had been an accident. Kind of.
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--ah! W-Which time, exactly? And what's "kind of" of an accident? [ Does it mean it was half on purpose?? ]
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Well...kind of an accident because I was just trying to get rid of it. [And hadn't cared who she hit in the face with a Christmas-themed adult toy...]
I thought you would get mad, you know? That first time. [But then he didn't. And he hasn't, except for that one time when she had wanted him to talk to her about Pyrrha too soon after he'd returned.]
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[ If only Shiho knew that back then Jaune was desperate enough that he'd hope a cute girl would throw something at him just so he can have their attention. (What a loser) ]
Didn't I end up buying you a present, too? [ How did that happen??? ] I guess you're likeable like that - can't imagine anyone getting mad at you.
[ ...It's like he's still ignorant to her sadistic side. ]
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[And she can totally imagine a whole lot of people getting mad at her. It's what they usually do.]
Or maybe you're just too forgiving.
[But from the way she can't help smiling, this is obviously not a bad thing.]
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[ He's ashamed to admit that he partook in Mosley's vote in a moment of weakness. Thankfully things turned out for the better... or did they?? ]
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And what conclusion did you come to?
[Her voice is calm, unconfrontational.]
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A-Anyway, there was never anything to forgive with you and me. Getting a weird adult toy thrown at my head turned out to be one of the top five best things that happened to me in the colony. .......Wait, that came out weird.
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[It was fine to rely on others to be petty and unforgiving, after all.]
If that made it to top five, I'm kinda worried about what the rest of them are. Though I think mine would be that time you saved me from a tree.
Tied with hiring you for those ads you do all the time.
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Then, belatedly, he realizes that he's in two of her top memories. ]
...Two out of five, huh?
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And hopes that he doesn't notice.]
Well. Yeah. You've been really-
[She struggles quietly for the word. Helpful? Great? Really nice? Worrying? Supportive? Amazing? Cute???
It was kind of all of these things and there isn't one word to encompass all of that and she is suddenly and very acutely aware in a way that she hadn't been for weeks of what she was feeling. And she chokes silently, trailing off before giving him a helpless look and a nervous wave of her hand.]
-....amazing. You are. Really.
[Time to look at the infinitely interesting ground. Wow, look at that crack in the pavement. Absolutely riveting.]
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Rather than tell her that, however, he feigns arrogance as a joke. ]
Ah, well, do go on!
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And you're funny, you're kind to your friends, you're so much smarter than you give yourself credit for, and you always say things that would be so hard for others but seem so natural to you.
[Don't make her go on, because she's going to get embarrassed.]
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Okay-okay! Let's find a way outta here before any other robot gets some funny ideas.
[ A quick pause. ]
...Thanks. For believing in me. [ So few people do that it's something he'll never be ungrateful for. ]
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