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It is the year 0075 of the Universal Century. A half century has passed since the earth began moving its burgeoning population into gigantic orbiting space colonies. A new home for mankind, where people are born and raised… and die.

“We are the people of the universe. We have struggled to survive in a harsh environment, and new generations of colonists testify to our success. Now, when we gaze back at Earth, we see a sacred blue and green orb- the cradle of civilization and a sacred home that we must eternally preserve and protect . . .”
-Zeon Zum Deikun, UC 0058

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05:15, 6 January, UC 0075
Zum, Side 3 (Republic of Zeon)

The darkness of artificial night still lies over Zum city. Thousands of faint lights twinkle across the curving sky of the colony’s cylindrical interior, the urban landscape of Zeon’s capital stretching in every direction. Dark clouds pass over distant crisscrossing streets upon the opposite side of the great closed-type colony.

Footsteps sound in the dark, Casval and Atresia keeping along your left as the three of you jog your way across the vast grounds of the Zabi estate. The spiked and imposing silhouette of the Zabi’s hideous mansion stares down at you, a pair of green windows near its top appearing almost as eyes set within a great spiked helmet. It’s watching. They’re watching. Your every move is being watched, and will continue to be, almost every second of every day for the foreseeable future.

The carefully manicured grounds surrounding the mansion are expansive, and even in the dim light you can pick out the bright hues of red and white flowers - but there is something lifeless to them. A soulless sort of blandness which almost escaped your notice, everything in ordered rows and careful geometric displays - there’s nothing natural or flowing to any of it, no true life. Other than the guards keeping watch along the entrances to the estate, and the gardeners that tend the plots, you doubt anyone ever visits them. The grounds and gardens are meant to be observed from above, looked down upon from the mansion's highest levels, just one of countless details in a landscape controlled entirely by the Zabis.

“I doubt we’ll be heard out this far.” Casval says, slowing slightly, his blue eyes scanning intently over the brightly lit guardhouses along the tall outer wrought iron fence, “The guards look distracted. We’re clear to talk for a few minutes.”

Following his gaze toward the guardhouses you quickly come to the same conclusion. Your eyesight has always been a little better than his, but he’s not wrong - it’s difficult to tell much from this distance, but the green uniformed guards stationed along the distant fence don't seem to be watching the three of you right now.
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>>5492260

“I… I, uh,” Artesia starts to say, breathing heavily as she slows to match your reduced pace, barely getting the words out in a coherent sentence, “...I think things went well. Last night. Mostly.”

“Yeah, mostly.” You agree with a nod before looking over at your sister worriedly, “Are you doing alright?”

“...I can manage.” Artesia says in a determined voice, though you know she’s not used to keeping this kind of pace on a run, her heavy breathing and slowly worsening form communicating more than words ever could.

She’s not unathletic, but you and Casval set a pretty brutal pace in comparison to what she’s used to. Might need to slow that down a little more in the future. Truth be told you’re not doing great yourself, the last two nights have been anything but restful. Getting kidnapped and then living with your sworn enemies doesn’t tend to be great for one’s sleep, and you’re still coming to terms with the fact that your mother is alive let along that you’ll be living with her again soon enough. Besides all of that, you can still feel the faint ache of bruises scattered up and down your body, a souvenir of your brief pod shattering run-in with a mobile suit.

Really it’s a miracle you’re alive at all, all things considered, but you’re hardly out of danger. You’re at the very heart of the Zabi family’s power, the center of Zeon itself, and a single wrong move could dismantle your fragile plan to see their downfall…

There’s a lot to discuss and precious little time to do so. These early morning runs are the closest thing to privacy you’re going to get for months, other than occasional and unreliable flashes of newtype connection.

>”What did you both think of Degwin? He wasn’t quite what I expected.”
>”Kycilia and Gihren both seemed to know a lot more about newtypes than I expected, we need to tread carefully around them…. Especially Kycilia.”
>”So it sounded like we’re going to be stuck with Garma for a while. I don’t remember that much, but he didn’t strike me as being all that bad when we were kids.”
>Write-in
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>>5492261

Voting:
Feel free to vote for several options and list them numerically [1), 2), 3), etc.] in order of your preference. Numerical listing is very important to avoid confusion. If your first choice loses your vote will shift to your second choice, and so on. If you switch preferences before votes are counted, please link back to your original preference vote. If you do not pick multiple options it will be assumed that you only want one. If you list several options without numerical separation I will assume you want to combine them.

Previous Thread
https://suptg.thisisnotatrueending.com/qstarchive/2022/5414507/
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Good to see this thread back.

>>5492261
1)
>”Kycilia and Gihren both seemed to know a lot more about newtypes than I expected, we need to tread carefully around them…. Especially Kycilia.”

2)
>”Kycilia and Gihren both seemed to know a lot more about newtypes than I expected, we need to tread carefully around them…. Especially Kycilia.”
>”So it sounded like we’re going to be stuck with Garma for a while. I don’t remember that much, but he didn’t strike me as being all that bad when we were kids.”

We should at least talk about what happened with us and Kycilia, considering how things went last thread.
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>>5492261
>”Kycilia and Gihren both seemed to know a lot more about newtypes than I expected, we need to tread carefully around them…. Especially Kycilia.”
It's back!
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>>5492261
>”Kycilia and Gihren both seemed to know a lot more about newtypes than I expected, we need to tread carefully around them…. Especially Kycilia.”
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>>5492261
>>”Kycilia and Gihren both seemed to know a lot more about newtypes than I expected, we need to tread carefully around them…. Especially Kycilia.”
at long last
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>>5492261
>”Kycilia and Gihren both seemed to know a lot more about newtypes than I expected, we need to tread carefully around them…. Especially Kycilia.”
>”So it sounded like we’re going to be stuck with Garma for a while. I don’t remember that much, but he didn’t strike me as being all that bad when we were kids.”

>>5492263
You actually came back, Hype as fuck
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>>5492261
>”So it sounded like we’re going to be stuck with Garma for a while. I don’t remember that much, but he didn’t strike me as being all that bad when we were kids.”
WB Contolist. Glad to see it.
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>>5492441
+1

HE IS BACK!!!!!
HIS PROMISE DELIVERED!!!!!
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It is good to be back.

>>5492265 (second vote Kycilia+Garma)
>>5492274
>>5492302
>>5492409
Kycilia

>>5492441
>>5492466
Kycilia+Garma

>>5492444
Garma

Kycilia wins, starting writing. It'll probably be 5-6 hours before I get the post out, watching movies with my family for most of the evening.
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Assuming we live long enough to what should we do about the Dawn Rebellion?

There are pros and cons to letting it happen.
If we let it play out, we might get on Degwin's and Dozle's bad sides since we're supposed to protect Garma from danger (in canon Dozle was able to figure out Char was behind advising Garma to lead the rebellion, he'll definitely find out if we were influencing him). Not only that, if it happens it's a safe way to make sure Dozle gets married to Zenna, and have Mineva as his daughter. It'll also kickstart the OYW, and that'll be fun. But at least we'll know what to expect. Vivima might be too distracted by using mobile suits to pay attention to family matters, and we can have it so either of our siblings push her further into her obsession (hopefully Artesia doesn't try to convince her to stop or something equally as stupid).
On the other hand if we stop it the Federation will probably pour in troops to 'restore order' to Zeon (by shooting protesters, sending in the tanks and taking over the Military Academy). This could potentially be a good opportunity to get rid of some of the Zabis. Kycilia will probably slip away into safety, Vivima I don't know what she'll do, but we can get rid of Dozle and Garma if we want, while Degwin and Gihren are 'maybes.' This is assuming the Zabis don't have a contingency plan and go into bunkers or take a secret escape ship. But instead of that things could simmer down and the Federation might not be incompetent enough to stop this from spiraling out of control (pffft) or Degwin could just deescalate the situation. It might give the Zabis more time to consolidate, allow Vivima to keep bridging the gap between her family, but probably keep us and our siblings out of trouble.

If we want to convince our siblings to go either way, I think we should do something like this:
We convince Casval that starting this will make it harder to kill off the Zabis, that we should establish some more connections and that the chaos the Federation brings could be taken advantage of somehow.
We convince Artesia that doing this is just a preventative measure to stop any massacre from the Federation. To further convince her we could just take her to one of the TVs and let her see the oppression the Federation is doing, and how it will just escalate if we sit idle.

Take everything I say with a grain of salt, it's been a while since I've seen Origins or even the og Gundam series. We should also take note that all of canon can change at a moment's notice, since there's lots of differences in the timeline already.

Thanks for reading my blog.
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>>5492633
>since there's lots of difference in the timeline already.
The timeline has been so thoroughly pushed off the rails that I'm really not sure what will or even can happen next regarding canon events. Hell, the real Char is still alive and the Zabi are probably going to be hawking us to make sure we don't start shit.
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>>5492643
Yeah, that's pretty much on point.
But the real Char being alive could give us some risky opportunities with Casval faking his death or just switching places for long enough to do something.
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>>5492648
>Cas impersonating Char
That's a good chance to fuck around, not sure how often it'd work though unless the real Char gets offed. The moment 'Char' is seen doing something funky is when we get thrown in the space gulag for being counter revolutionaries.
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>>5492651
Yep, that's why it's very risky and situational. I honestly don't know how we're going to do anything, since everything we do will be closely monitored by the all of the Zabi factions with the Kycilia Agency keeping the most tabs and doing most things to keep us in line.
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>>5492656
Yep. That's why I want to try a plan I remember from last thread. Become a cult of personality within Zeon and form our own loyal Neo Zeon faction early, to both turn it into the functional successor state to the Principality, and to prevent it from turning into Cas's suicide pact during the Second NZ war.
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>>5492658
Sounds good, except that we have to contend with the Zabis breathing down our necks.
We have to do things in such a way that by the time the Zabis realize what's going on it'll be too late for them to do anything. I don't think I have to explain why there's so much danger. One wrong decision and it's pretty much over.
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>>5492662
>>5492658
Your forgetting key things, We are already the chosen of the Sides by being a TRUE SON of the madlad himself.

And once we get into a Zaku, We're gonna be rolling + our newtype and connection with the Jovin fleet.
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>>5492662
>except that we have to contend with the Zabis breathing down our necks.
That's just the reality of the quest until we can kill of Gihren and Kycilia. They'll probably scrounge up any excuse to make us eat shit and then off us for it.
>>5492664
>And connection with the Jovian fleet
Let's hope our friendly jupiter princess can pull a few strings for us. But yeah, if we ever go public we'll probably have some good civilian support on our side.
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>>5492664
Jovians aren't bad supporters, but we have to make sure the Zabis don't find out we're trying to get their help. We can't do anything too stupid or reckless with the Zabis watching us.
And once we get into that Mobile Suit we have to make sure our skill are on point so that we can impress the soldiers.
Also we need to learn how to control ourselves. Don't know if I should point it out, but having weaknesses (especially obvious ones like getting drunk or getting strung along by women) will be bad for us when dealing with basically any enemy.

>>5492668
>They'll probably scrounge up any excuse to make us eat shit and then off us for it.
I agree. But there's also Vivima to consider, since what we know now about her implies that she's more on the Kycilia-Gihren side than the Garma-Dozle faction. I'm worried she might try something to protect them.
The road to Neo-Zeon will be hard, but if we're careful enough we could do it.
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>>5492672
And all of this isn't mentioning having to balance the unity of our siblings with getting gud. I'm sure that Kycilia has something in store for us, Casval and Artesia if what she said has any value. Let me look for the quote, I think it was while she was boasting about it after she won against our charm.
We also don't want to end up like Vivime and miss out on something as important as meeting our someone important just to practice using a Zaku.
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>>5492676
>“We’d hardly even begun, dear brother.” Kycilia responds, giving you one last look, “But you’re right, this is hardly the place to teach such a lesson.”
Found it.
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>>5492679
Right, with stuff like that I think she might be actively antagonistic to us. Gihren on the other hand I can see being semi-antagonistic and trying to manipulate us as a potential face for the Principality. He knows the value of a national symbol.
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>>5492688
I don't think we should even go as far as to believe Gihren won't eventually try something eventually, but I strongly feel like Kycilia is the one we should take priority in getting out of the picture. She's the one that will try to break our family the most I bet, and that's just being optimistic about it.
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>>5492696
Absolutely, Kycilia is the top threat at least for now.
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“Kycilia and Gihren both seemed to know a lot more about newtypes than I expected, we need to tread carefully around them…” You say, glancing up toward the imposing silhouette of the mansion once more, glass eyes still peering down upon you, “Especially Kycilia.”

“It was… It was almost like she knew about us.” Artesia says between breaths, brushing a strand of blond hair from her face as she continues running alongside you and Casval.

“About us?” Casval questions, eyes narrowing as he turns his head a bit to look more directly at your sister, “You think she knows we’re newtypes?”

“The way Kycilia kept pressing me, it was like she could read me.” Artesia explains, slowing a little more and speaking more clearly.

“When she was talking about mother I could feel your reactions, Artesia.” You say, thinking back to how your sister’s icy presence flooded the dining room, an almost uncharacteristic feeling you’ve been sensing from her more often in the last few weeks since your new plan was hatched, “...But maybe Kycilia is just good at that kind of thing? She must get lots of practice in her line of work. I couldn’t get much of a read on her.”

“That much was obvious.” Casval says with a dry laugh, “I almost admire the boldness of the effort, but what were you thinking Felix?”

You nearly come to a stop and shrug apologetically, struggling for a moment to find the words to explain your lapse of judgment, “I thought I… that I could throw her off balance, get her to slip up about something. I’ve had a lot of luck with it recently and…”

“It was stupid. Her of all people?” Your sister scolds, her face wrinkling in frustration, “You’re so sharp usually, that wasn’t like you… And she really got to you, didn’t she?”

“...Yeah, she did. Sorry about that. It’s not going to happen again.” You say, rubbing at the back of your head before picking up the pace again, “Kycilia, uh, I don’t quite know how to put it but she-”

“She has the presence of a leader.” Casval replies, his eyes fixed forward on the clean stone path cutting through the grounds and between carefully arranged flowerbeds, “She’s a sly and deceitful witch, but she has charisma - And she’s more experienced than you are. You weren’t ready for that kind of personality, Felix.”

“...Sure, let’s call it that.” You agree quickly, not wanting to linger on her odd magnetism any longer - Maybe your brother is right, but it hardly matters now and you change the subject, “She really seemed to be going after you, Artesia. All that stuff about mothers and being the youngest - Do you think she meant any of it?”
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>>5492741

“I don’t think she was lying about her past... But her offer to teach me things? I don’t trust a word she said, I just accepted to play nice for the moment.” Artesia answers, having caught her breath a little but still slow to get her sentences out as the run continues onward through the grounds, “It almost… it almost sounded like she won out in some kind of rivalry with Gihren over newtype research though, she was really gloating, rubbing it in. It was all so cruel, I can’t imagine being like that with either of you.”

“That was the angriest I saw Gihren all night. He wasn’t faking it.” Casval says with absolute certainty, barely phased by the run so far, “It was about a person. A man. I’m unsure of who though.”

“It must be something personal, Kycilia said something about him not being at the dinner because of Gihren.” You comment, the aching bruises running along your chest flaring up a little more, lingering pain from your fight against Blanche’s mobile suit.

“Dinner is… it’s usually just a family thing for them, isn’t it?” Artesia questions slowly, lingering on the words as she considers the idea.

“Mm. Good points.” Casval says to the both of you with an approving nod as he carries on, “Gihren didn’t strike me as the kind of person to bring guests to the table frequently either. It would have something to do with us, or be about family of some kind.”

“Well, it’s a mystery for another time.” You say, thinking through possibilities but keeping the unfinished ideas to yourself for now, “If it can drive a wedge between Kycilia and Gihren it might be something to try and look into more.”

“Agreed, we need every card we can get our hands on.” “Artesia, do you still plan to get close to Vivima?”

“I do, but that really depends on her… and Kycilia.” Artesia “I’ll be careful about all of it. I’m still… still going to the academy, if these… these runs don’t kill me. Stay safe around Gihren, Casval, I heard how you were talking with him.”

“It was just talk.” Casval reassures your sister, "We have to look like we've bought in."

There’s still time to talk about a few more things, but doing anything for too long risks raising questions among the guards... or whoever Kycilia probably has tasked with watching you. Maybe that’s just your old paranoia screaming at you, but a life in hiding will do that to a person.

>”I didn’t get much of a chance to talk with Gihren - Any insights, Casval?” He's the other big threat, and he has a tight leash over the mansion's staff from what Mink has said.
>”...Do you think it was about that boy we saw yesterday? Glemy, I think? Mink mentioned Gihren brought him to the mansion.” Circle back to the previous topic.
>”So it sounded like we’re going to be stuck with Garma for a while. I don’t remember that much, but he didn’t strike me as being all that bad when we were kids.”
>Write-in.
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>>5492702
Kycillia is the biggest threat, but also the one we have the least ability to defeat.

Garma and Vivima aren't threats at all (or are low enough to not matter). Degwin is also not much of a threat, honestly.
Dozle is unironically someone we can count as an ally, so long as we don't get on his bad side.
Gihren is a very major threat, but so long as we stay out of his way, he's likely to leave us be.
Kycillia is the only one who we can see who really has it out for us, and has the means to fuck us over, while we have basically nothing other than using Dozle (and likely Garma and Vivi)as a shield. Any move we make against her that isn't meticulously planned out to the smallest detail will inevitably come back to bit us in the ass.

>”I didn’t get much of a chance to talk with Gihren - Any insights, Casval?” He's the other big threat, and he has a tight leash over the mansion's staff from what Mink has said.
>”So it sounded like we’re going to be stuck with Garma for a while. I don’t remember that much, but he didn’t strike me as being all that bad when we were kids.”

We can abduct and groom Glemy later.
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>>5492759
>>5492753

Forgot to link my vote.
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>>5492753
>”So it sounded like we’re going to be stuck with Garma for a while. I don’t remember that much, but he didn’t strike me as being all that bad when we were kids.”
>>5492759
The Zabi family are a difficult bunch, that's for sure.
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>>5492753
>”I didn’t get much of a chance to talk with Gihren - Any insights, Casval?” He's the other big threat, and he has a tight leash over the mansion's staff from what Mink has said.
>”So it sounded like we’re going to be stuck with Garma for a while. I don’t remember that much, but he didn’t strike me as being all that bad when we were kids.”
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>>5492753
>”...Do you think it was about that boy we saw yesterday? Glemy, I think? Mink mentioned Gihren brought him to the mansion.” Circle back to the previous topic.

If we get the other two to connect the dots, this could help us in the future (especially if we run into Glemy later on today while continuing our tour of the castle).
But honestly all of these topics are important to talk about, though we can't stay here for long since we might get overheard (which is why I'm just picking one).

>>5492759
Agreed. As of now we can't really do anything about Kycilia, though I'd like to at least have some way to defend ourselves somehow from her plots (I know it's unlikely, unless we make it a point to hang around Garma). Though I wouldn't trust Vivima too much (for now at least), she did almost get assassinated by Jimba and probably had her mind poisoned by Gihren and Kycilia.
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>>5492753
>”So it sounded like we’re going to be stuck with Garma for a while. I don’t remember that much, but he didn’t strike me as being all that bad when we were kids.”
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>>5492793
Vivi's mind poisoning has probably run too deep for her to be saved at this point, yeah. Shame, too, considering how hard I was pushing her last thread.

Least we've still got Blanche.
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>>5492798
>Spoiler
Contolist has spoiled us with good choices. Red headed tomboy childhood friend, green haired ayylmao we newtype pair-bonded with, white haired kuudere onisan. What could possibly be next?
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>>5492811
>Onisan
Onesan ffs.
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>>5492811
Blanche isn't a kuudere. Her design and adherence to military decorum may show as such, but she's enough of a drunken loser to counteract that.
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>>5492759
>>5492793
I'm going to commit to what I said about just choosing one and change my vote to

1)
>”...Do you think it was about that boy we saw yesterday? Glemy, I think? Mink mentioned Gihren brought him to the mansion.” Circle back to the previous topic.

2)
>”I didn’t get much of a chance to talk with Gihren - Any insights, Casval?” He's the other big threat, and he has a tight leash over the mansion's staff from what Mink has said.

3)
>”So it sounded like we’re going to be stuck with Garma for a while. I don’t remember that much, but he didn’t strike me as being all that bad when we were kids.”

>>5492798
I might not have cared much for waifus, but I feel your pain.

>spoiler
heh we sure do.
I wonder what she'll think about us when/if she finds out about what we're doing?
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>>5492816
>She's enough of a drunken loser to counteract that.
Fair enough. Seems like she only plays the aloof professional while in uniform unless I'm forgetting something.
>>5492818
>Spoiler
I'm betting 50/50 chance she has an autistic fit of rage and tries to kill us or becomes the proverbial goku to our vegeta and just wants to obsessives fight us.
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>>5492818
>spoiler
Blanche strikes me as a "loyal to the man, not the nation"-type. So long as we continue to leave Dozle out of our revenge plan, she'll be chill.

Wishful thinking? Probably. But this is Gundam, anything is possible if we Newtype™ hard enough.
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>>5492759
>>5492792
Gihren+Garma

>>5492788
>>5492797
>>5492818 (Third choice)
Garma

Garma wins. I'll start writing in the morning, it might be awhile before I get the post out though (probably no more than ~12 hours from now).
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“So it sounded like we’re going to be stuck with Garma for a while.” You say, directing the conversation elsewhere as you continue along on your run, “...I don’t remember that much, but he didn’t strike me as being all that bad when we were kids.”

“They… they can’t all be awful, right?” Artesia asks, “Dozle hasn’t been so bad.”

“It sounded like Dozle and Degwin have doted on Garma too much,” Casval says before glancing to the perimeter fence once more, “And they know it, otherwise Degwin wouldn’t have made the request to help him.”

“It’s a bit odd to ask us to help, don’t you think?” You comment, looking in the opposite direction across the dimly lit grounds and spotting a few gardeners already at work, “When I asked how I could repay him I wasn’t expecting something quite so personal.”

“It’s clearly just a test of our intentions.” Casval states, “Everything is a plot of some kind with them.”

“He might really be trying to make peace, Casval. He seemed so tired and-” Artesia begins to say before being cut off.

“It doesn’t matter if he is. Degwin is responsible for what happened to father and mother, either by act or omission. All of this is on him.” Casval says sternly, a bit of venom filling his voice.

“...I suppose. He did let things stay as they’ve been for years now… Mom’s been in that tower for so long…” Artesia says with a contemplative look, brow furrowed as she continues along beside you.

“So we’re all in on following through with helping out Garma then?” You ask, steering the conversation back to where you intended.

“We don’t have much of a choice.” Casval says, eyes focused forward once more, “It’s in our best interest. The more the other Zabis favor us the more likely we are to be able to make real moves in the future.”

“Good, I was already thinking along those lines, it’s going to be a long game.” You say, glad that you’re still on the same page, “We’ll be fencing in what… a few hours at most? We’ll have a better idea about him soon.”

Artesia lets out a tired little groan, “This… this isn’t going to let up for months, is it?”

“Years.” You answer with a chuckle, though you don’t intend it cruelly, “...Do you need to take a break?”

“We… We don’t have much left.” Artesia says, glancing up to the ever so slightly brightening center axis of the colony, the faintest hints of light beginning to return to it in a process that will ramp up over the next hour and a half, “…I barely got any sleep. I hope you both did better.”

“...I managed to get a few hours.” You answer honestly, already wishing things had been more restful.

“I slept fine.” Casval answers, and you find little reason to doubt his tone, “We’ll get some coffee after this, or tea. We can stop early if you need to.”
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>>5493320

“...Thanks, Casval.” Artesia says, gritting her teeth as she picks up her pace to something closer to what the three of you started at earlier, “But I can finish. I have to. This… this isn’t even that bad of a run, really.”

Casval gives her a silent nod and follows along, easily keeping up, and you exchange a knowing glance with him. Artesia is pushing herself, but she’s going to have to if she wants to stand a chance at the military academy. Neither of you are going to let her go too far, but to keep up with the class, most of which will be two years older than her, she’s going to need to push things much further. Being smaller than everyone else during maneuvers isn’t going to be a kind experience, you’d be doing her a disservice to take things too easily. She wouldn’t stand a chance, however determined she might be.

Determination does count for a lot though. Time will tell if she can keep it up.

“...Do… Do you think Garma will be a brat?” Artesia asks, managing to get the question out even at her quickened pace.

“Maybe. Dozle didn’t seem to think so, but he might not be the most reliable source.” You reply, thinking back over what you know, “Mink mentioned he was kind, didn’t she? He can’t be too bad then, even if he does turn out to be a brat.”

“Between Degwin’s request and Mink laughing at the idea of him using the mansion’s gym, and Dozle’s comments about his fencing ability… Well, we’ll see.” Casval says, following Artesia around a small puddle on the stone path, the only blemish on the otherwise tightly managed grounds you’ve encountered all morning.

“You think he’s a bit of a wimp then, Casval? Or just lacking focus?” You question, careful to avoid the small puddle.

“More the latter than the former, but we’ll see.” Your brother answers, “He’s probably been pampered his whole life, but if he was too far gone I doubt Dozle would be as enamored with him as he is, little brother or not.”

“Mm. Fair.” You say, letting the topic pass for now. You’ll all know much more in just a few hours.

>”I didn’t get much of a chance to talk with Gihren last night - Any insights, Casval?”
>”So how about Vivima then? She’s a pilot as well, it sounds like we all might get along, though skipping dinner for more simulator time makes me wonder if she might be a bit too focused on it…”
>You’ve talked enough for now, just finish up the run and avoid raising any suspicions if it turns out there is someone watching you.
>Write-in.
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>>5493325
>1.)”So how about Vivima then? She’s a pilot as well, it sounds like we all might get along, though skipping dinner for more simulator time makes me wonder if she might be a bit too focused on it…”
>2.)”I didn’t get much of a chance to talk with Gihren last night - Any insights, Casval?”
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>>5493325
>”So how about Vivima then? She’s a pilot as well, it sounds like we all might get along, though skipping dinner for more simulator time makes me wonder if she might be a bit too focused on it…”
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>>5493325
1)
>You’ve talked enough for now, just finish up the run and avoid raising any suspicions if it turns out there is someone watching you.
2)
>”I didn’t get much of a chance to talk with Gihren last night - Any insights, Casval?”
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>>5493325
1)
>You’ve talked enough for now, just finish up the run and avoid raising any suspicions if it turns out there is someone watching you.
Let's not push it.

2)
>”So how about Vivima then? She’s a pilot as well, it sounds like we all might get along, though skipping dinner for more simulator time makes me wonder if she might be a bit too focused on it…”
This conversation seems innocent enough if overheard.
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we're fucking back bros
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>>5493325
>You’ve talked enough for now, just finish up the run and avoid raising any suspicions if it turns out there is someone watching you.
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>>5493325
>>You’ve talked enough for now, just finish up the run and avoid raising any suspicions if it turns out there is someone watching you.
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>>5493395
>>5493381
>>5493338
>>5493336
Writing.
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>>5493325
1)
>>5493325
>>”So how about Vivima then? She’s a pilot as well, it sounds like we all might get along, though skipping dinner for more simulator time makes me wonder if she might be a bit too focused on it…”

2)
>>You’ve talked enough for now, just finish up the run and avoid raising any suspicions if it turns out there is someone watching you.
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The rest of the run goes by in relative silence, you and your siblings navigating the dark grounds, the looming figure of the Zabi palace a constant reminder of your new place in the world. Soon enough you’re finished up, leaving behind the artificial night sky of the colony, the lights of the distant cityscape on the far side of the colony disappearing as you return to the imposing palace’s interior through the great doors of the main entrance.

The lavish interior of the entrance hall still doesn’t seem right to you, a stark contrast to the cold concrete, glass, and steel of the exterior. You pass by the portraits lining the walls under the great vaulted ceiling, getting another good look at the oil paintings of the Zabi family. Garma and Vivima really do stand out from the others, their purple hair and eyes a constant reminder of their different mother.

“...I expected someone to greet us.” Casval says, looking around the almost empty hallway. There are a pair of guards a ways off, near the doorway to the guard quarters, but otherwise there’s no one to be seen.

“Maybe they’re all busy?” Artesia questions, wiping some of the sweat from her brow, “We can find our own way around.”

“We could always ask one of the guards,” You offer with a shrug, and almost before the words are out of your mouth Casval is already marching off toward the two armed men stationed near the door to the guard quarters.

The guards are young men, both of them wearing well fitted green uniforms, the standard for Zeon’s burgeoning military. Submachine guns hang from slings around their shoulders, and they peer at you from under their helmets.

Just before Casval can speak up you hear the sound of rapid footsteps, a series of hurried clicks and clacks coming from down the hallways - You look over to see Mink hurrying across the wooden floor. Both of the guards stand a little straighter. As she finally reaches the three of you she stops for a moment to catch her breath, cheeks flushed in embarrassment as she curtsies in greeting. There’s a bruise on her lower arm, one of her frilly sleeves exposing it for just a moment.

“My sincerest apologies, I was caught up in other household business.” Mink says after a moment, bowing her head slightly, her violet eyes flashing up to meet yours for a moment, “...I hope my absence has not been bothersome.”

“Not at all.” Artesia says with a smile, “...We were just about to head back up to our rooms to clean up. What kind of work were you doing?”

“Uhm,” Mink’s eyes flash over toward the pair of guards for just a moment, something darkening in her cheery expression, “Might we talk as we walk?”
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>>5493438

“Is it really necessary that we’re accompanied?” Casval questions, the question causing Mink to pause for a second or two.

“...I can depart if you’d wish.” Mink offers politely, though Casval shakes his head in response.

“No, that’s not necessary. The protocol for all of this is still new.” Casval says, relaxing as you begin to leave the two guards behind, “We still have a tour to finish, don’t we?”

“We do indeed!” Mink answers, turning quickly to lead the three of you into the depths of the almost labyrinthian palace, “We can get right to that as soon as you’re all ready. You’ll be taking breakfast in your rooms? I’ll make sure it’s waiting for you before you’re finished freshening up.”

You exchange glances with your siblings, no one objecting to the idea. Food and something to drink sounds almost heavenly right now.

“That sounds lovely, Mink. Thank you.“ You answer, eliciting a proud little grin from her. However mixed her feeling about the Zabis might be, Mink does seem to enjoy some parts of her job. …Her personality is still something to get used to though, the staff at the villa never acted quite like this, but the Zabis are a fairly eccentric family in many ways.

“...Do you know when our mother is supposed to arrive?” Artesia asks as you all walk along through the palace and past many, many closed doors.

“I’m happy to report that she’ll be here later today.” Mink says, placing a finely manicured finger to her lips as she ponders the question a little further, “...Or at least that’s the plan I was told last night before retiring. I can fetch updated information along with your breakfast.”

“Thank you. This afternoon then? Oh, that’s fantastic, I was afraid it might take longer than that!” Artesia says excitedly, though concern still tinges her voice, “I’ve been so worried since we saw her yesterday…”

A few minutes later

Back at your connected rooms, you split up from your siblings to freshen up and change. A quick shower and a new set of clothes later and you’re ready to face the day. It’s nothing fancy, you’re going to work up a sweat again later when you’re fencing, but it’s nice nonetheless - The fact that everything fits perfectly is… slightly concerning, but really not all that unexpected. Any ideas of privacy you once held are long, long gone. If anything you’re likely more monitored in your rooms than anywhere else, though you haven’t done much to confirm that yet. Hunting for bugs with any real vigor would raise a lot of questions with the Zabis that you can’t easily answer.
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>>5493442

Casval is already waiting at the table in one of the living rooms when you arrive, chowing down on some jam covered bread, a mug of coffee sitting nearby. Artesia is nowhere to be seen yet, and Mink… Well, she’s sort of just standing off to the side, having procured a small wooden cart from somewhere, the rest of the meal and drinks sitting atop it. You sit alongside your brother, food practically just appearing in front of you as Mink gets to work. Even the smell of the coffee does a lot to wake you up.

>Just eat and then get on with the tour. The sooner that’s done the sooner you’ll be fencing with Dozle and Garma.
>Discuss something with your siblings or Mink? Artesia should be out soon. You’ll need to choose your words carefully here. (Write-in)
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>>5493443
>>Just eat and then get on with the tour. The sooner that’s done the sooner you’ll be fencing with Dozle and Garma.
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>>5493443
>Discuss something with your siblings or Mink? Artesia should be out soon. You’ll need to choose your words carefully here.

Ask Mink what the deal with Glemy is, and if there are other non-servants who live in the manor.
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>>5493443

>Just eat and then get on with the tour. The sooner that’s done the sooner you’ll be fencing with Dozle and Garma.
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>>5493443
>Discuss something with your siblings or Mink? Artesia should be out soon. You’ll need to choose your words carefully here. (Write-in)
>Ask Mink about Glemy and other possible non-servants.
And to our siblings if we have the time:
>"I wonder how Lucifer is doing? I hope there isn't any trouble in getting him, you both know how he is with strangers." An innocent enough topic.
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>>5493443
>Discuss something with your siblings or Mink? Artesia should be out soon. You’ll need to choose your words carefully here. (Write-in)
>"I wonder how Lucifer is doing? I hope there isn't any trouble in getting him, you both know how he is with strangers." An innocent enough topic.
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>>5493443
Changing my vote to just
>Discuss something with your siblings or Mink? Artesia should be out soon. You’ll need to choose your words carefully here. (Write-in)
>"I wonder how Lucifer is doing? I hope there isn't any trouble in getting him, you both know how he is with strangers." An innocent enough topic.
Talking about Glemy and other non-servants could be risky, considering all the rooms here are bugged. Don't want Gihren to know we're talking too much about that kid.
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>>5493443
>>Just eat and then get on with the tour. The sooner that’s done the sooner you’ll be fencing with Dozle and Garma.
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>>5493461
To give my reasoning of why actually talking about something instead of just getting this over with is that we might be able to gain more of Mink's trust for our siblings or at least make her slightly more sympathetic to us three. And a little bit of bonding with Artesia and Casval, despite where we are, won't hurt anyone.
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>>5493461

I very much doubt that Gihren is going to be able to use us being curious about the manor against us. If anything, it would be more suspicious if we weren't curious.
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>>5493469
I'm cool with getting on Mink's good side but I don't think we can trust her at all regardless if she's a willing set of ears and eyes or not. The Zabi will force her to keep tabs on us at best, and at worse use her as leverage against us.
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>>5493443
>>Just eat and then get on with the tour. The sooner that’s done the sooner you’ll be fencing with Dozle and Garma.
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>>5493471
You think he wouldn't mind if we talked about Glemy? Other than the bugs, Mink might relay her thoughts about us to Gihren, willingly or not (she's 'Gihren's favorite' from what I remember). Though you have a point in that it might be suspicious if we weren't curious about the mansion and the people here.

>>5493479
That's true. Though I'm not saying we should trust her with anything, just that we should be on her good side and make her trust us and our siblings. But even going as far as being her friend might be risky, so I'm thinking just having her be sympathetic to us three will be enough.
Either way I think there's a very slim chance the Zabis (or maybe just Gihren) already have her as an informant already through some sort of blackmail, though it seems like the sort of thing they might do if they think it's worth doing.
My meme conspiracy is that she was listening in on us as we were running, and that's why she was out of breath lol
Then again it might be bad if Artesia becomes her friend, so you might have a point. But Artesia might already has sympathy for Mink, so there's that.
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>>5493501
>You think he wouldn't mind if we talked about Glemy?

You're acting like we're gonna be talking about how we want to corrupt him and use him as a weapon. While that might be true, just asking about him and what his deal is isn't going to arouse any suspicion. Remember, Kycillia's the paranoid one, not Gihren.
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>>5493503
>Remember, Kycillia's the paranoid one, not Gihren.
I feel like Gihren is plenty paranoid himself, but my memory on the Gundam series isn't the best. Though it does sound right that Kycilia is the more paranoid of the two. Then there's the fact that we might not be able to talk about Glemy to anyone that knows about him in the near future.
I really hate to take a risk here, as small as it is (especially since the Kycilia Agency will have bugs everywhere around here, and Kycilia herself might take interest in what we're talking about), what you're saying might be for the best. I still want to talk about Lucifer to maybe make us seem less suspicious and more sympathetic, though it's not much of a priority.

>>5493501
>might already has
*might already have
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>>5493444
>>5493450
>>5493467
>>5493499
Get on with the tour.

>>5493445
Glemy.

>>5493461
>>5493459
Lucifer.

Writing.
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Artesia arrives soon enough, and before you know it breakfast is already over. The meal was pleasant; sweeter than you’re used to, but very good. It reminds you a lot of breakfast as a young child, back when your family was all together and this nightmare hadn’t yet begun.

With foggy thoughts of half remembered childhood swirling through your mind you set back out on a tour of the palace, Mink leading the way for you and your siblings. It doesn’t take long to get to where you left off the day prior, and you try a little harder to pay attention to the layout this time instead of asking questions of Mink - There’s still plenty to learn from her, but the initial unease of entering the palace has past by now, and the idea of being monitored by bugs in various paintings and light fixtures is much less novel. It’s safe to assume you’re just always being listened to, even if that might not quite be the case.

“...And over there is the gymnasium, it’s fully outfitted though it doesn’t see much use.” Mink explains.

“You said as much yesterday,” You say, nodding as you peer through the open door at all sorts of equipment, “It’s really so disused?”

“I believe Mistress Vivima was using it earlier this morning, but otherwise yes.” Mink replies.

“Pilots have to stay fit.” Casval comments, “She’s quite dedicated then, isn’t she?”

“She… takes to her efforts earnestly.” Mink says, struggling to find the right words for a few moments, “I admire her very much, she’s helped me before, but she can be… peculiar, I suppose.”

“Oh?” Casval prods further, raising an eyebrow at the description.

“It’s hard to ever know where she is, though that new simulator machine seems to have caught her interest recently… Normally she’s off with Kyc…” Mink purses her lips, glancing around the room briefly as she ceases speaking and touches with one hand near the bruise concealed by the frilly sleeve of her uniform, “...Mm, perhaps I’ve said too much… Stupid me, already doing it again…”

“It… hasn’t been an issue for you, has it?” Artesia asks, clearly concerned as she reaches out to place a hand gently on Mink’s shoulder.

The maid shakes her head, black hair moving about slightly from side to side, “...Thank you, but… I’m fine. Shall we continue?”

Artesia meets Mink’s eyes for a long moment, and you can feel a tumultuous flash of anxiety and doubt from the maid, a confusing mixture interspersed with pride and curiosity, and all kinds of other conflicting feelings. It’s the same as yesterday, a tumultuous sea of emotions clashing together in a great storm…

“Let’s keep going.” Artesia finally says, and Mink quickly leads the three of you onward. You pass by a few rooms, mostly for entertainment, a bowling alley, some pools… Interesting places but not of great note - You commit them to memory regardless, slowly trying to build a mental map of the palace.
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>>5493751

The tedium of the tour is eventually relieved as your arrive at a room which stands out somewhat from the others. The door is green painted steel, a sliding naval type similar to the ones you saw aboard the Zam, and it stands out like a sore thumb in the otherwise finely crafted baroque hallways. A small computer terminal and keypad jut from the wall next to the door, a security measure of some kind most likely. There are no markings on the door or nearby walls.

“And this is the simulator room… I don’t think it’s in use currently,” Minks says, smiling as she motions to the heavy steel door, “They only finished installing everything a handful of days ago. Would you like to see the interior?”

>”...Is that allowed? We weren’t given permission, but as long as it won’t cause any trouble…” Of course you’d like to see it!
>”Later, I think I’d prefer to see it with Vivima. Seems like a good way to get to know one another, don’t you think so?” A maid wouldn’t know much about it anyways.
>Write-in.
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>>5493754
>”...Is that allowed? We weren’t given permission, but as long as it won’t cause any trouble…” Of course you’d like to see it!
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>>5493754
>>”...Is that allowed? We weren’t given permission, but as long as it won’t cause any trouble…” Of course you’d like to see it!
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>>5493751
>Normally she’s off with Kyc…
More confirmation about Vivma. I know I've said this before but I feel like we'll need to watch ourselves while around her.

>>5493754
>”Later, I think I’d prefer to see it with Vivima. Seems like a good way to get to know one another, don’t you think so?” A maid wouldn’t know much about it anyways.
There's a very big chance this might be a bad idea, but I think it would be wise to get to know Vivima's personality firsthand.
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>>5493754
>”...Is that allowed? We weren’t given permission, but as long as it won’t cause any trouble…” Of course you’d like to see it!
>>5493788
>I feel like we'll need to watch ourselves while around her.
Undoubtedly. She's probably going to be pretty hard to get a handle on.
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>>5493754
>”Later, I think I’d prefer to see it with Vivima. Seems like a good way to get to know one another, don’t you think so?” A maid wouldn’t know much about it anyways.
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>>5493790
She'll be an interesting character, that's for sure.
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>>5493754
>”Later, I think I’d prefer to see it with Vivima. Seems like a good way to get to know one another, don’t you think so?” A maid wouldn’t know much about it anyways.
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>>5493782
>>5493785
>>5493790
Simulator now.

>>5493788
>>5493792
>>5493846
Later with Vivima.

We have a tie. I'll give it another hour for a tie breaker.
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>>5493754
>>”...Is that allowed? We weren’t given permission, but as long as it won’t cause any trouble…” Of course you’d like to see it!
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>>5493869
>>5493790
>>5493785
>>5493782
Checking it out now wins. Writing, but I probably won't finish until sometime tomorrow morning.
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“...Is that allowed?” You ask curiously, gaze fixed on the keypad leading to the simulator, “We weren’t given permission, but as long as it won’t cause any trouble…”

“Trouble?” Mink questions, tilting her head ever so slightly as she stops to consider the idea more deeply, “No, no, I think it should be okay.”

“Are you sure?” Artesia asks, “I don’t want anything to come back down on you.”

Mink nods, stepping toward the keypad and quickly tapping her fingers across it, entering a fairly long code. You try to track her movements, but she’s actually quite quick at entering it all - 9504… something, you missed the last few numbers after that.

“I’m surprised you have the codes to open it up.” Casval comments idly.

The four of you enter the room, a slightly sloped semicircle with a central observation position and then several large pods attached to a gyroscopic frame. The terminals around the central observation area are covered in various readouts, all of which are empty and silent for the time being. None of the pods are active, and almost all of the screens are black and fully deactivated.

“Oh, it’s more for the experience than actual security I think, they gave all the staff the code so we can clean and such,” Mink offers with a cute little shrug as she steps toward the observation position, “It’s just supposed to make you feel more like a pilot when you’re going in I think… It makes me feel like I’m wasting time, I just wish the door would open. They only just let me in a few days ago when installation finished, it was all such an awful mess. Cleaning things up took hours.

“You probably spent a lot of time with Vivima then - She didn’t mind the cleaning?” You ask, trying to get a better sense of what kind of person Vivima might be without pushing too deeply.

“Mm, I wouldn’t say that, but she dealt with it. She even did some of it herself!” Mink answers happily, leaning idly against one of the deactivated terminals and letting out a surprised little noise as its screens flash on and it whirrs to life with a low electric hum.

“That’s a little hard to imagine.” Casval comments mostly to himself, already busily looking over the control panels but touching nothing. Artesia is doing much the same, closer to Mink and trying not to laugh at her clumsy mistake.

“So there’s six pods… They all work?” You question, looking down toward the little sunken bays in the sloped semicircle which contain the simulator pods.

“...I think so?” Mink answers uncertainly, “I know those two over there do, Vivima used them, but I haven’t seen the others being used. …Sorry, I’m not much of a technician.”
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>>5493936

“I take it we probably shouldn’t touch anything?” Artesia hesitantly asks, looking at the screens Mink accidentally activated, “...Do we need to turn this off?”

“Uhm… I’m not sure actually. I can do it, I think.” Mink says, her cheeks turning a bit red as she reads over the various buttons and switches, “Oh, shoot. What did I press? Ah, there you are! Thought you could hide could you?”

With a quick flick of a little red switch the screens deactivate once more, and the room is again mostly inactive. Mink places her hands on her hips, looking quite proud of herself.

>”Do you think they’d mind if we… tried it out for a bit?” Curiosity might be getting the better of you here, but it does sort of fit what the Zabis know about your ‘innocent’ identity. Getting the things running might be an issue, it’s not quite clear how this all works.

>”Casval, do you think they’re all networked? That would be a lot of fun, wouldn’t it?” Take a closer look around, but don’t touch anything for now.

>”...Well, I’d be lying if I said that sated my curiosity, but it’s probably best that we don’t linger for too long.” Leave and finish out the remainder of the tour, and get on your way to fencing.

>Write-in.

Decided to finish the post. Posting schedule is going to be all sorts of weird over the holidays, got to take the opportunities when they pop up.
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>>5493938
>”Casval, do you think they’re all networked? That would be a lot of fun, wouldn’t it?” Take a closer look around, but don’t touch anything for now.

>Touching a machine we don't know how to operate
>Which is extremely important to a significant character Felix hasn't yet met
Lmao, that's bait.
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>>5493938
>”Casval, do you think they’re all networked? That would be a lot of fun, wouldn’t it?” Take a closer look around, but don’t touch anything for now.
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>>5493938
>>”Casval, do you think they’re all networked? That would be a lot of fun, wouldn’t it?” Take a closer look around, but don’t touch anything for now.
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>>5493938
>>”Casval, do you think they’re all networked? That would be a lot of fun, wouldn’t it?” Take a closer look around, but don’t touch anything for now.
>>”...Well, I’d be lying if I said that sated my curiosity, but it’s probably best that we don’t linger for too long.” Leave and finish out the remainder of the tour, and get on your way to fencing.

Hell yeah, it's back.
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>>5493938
>>5493947
Changing my vote to:
>”Casval, do you think they’re all networked? That would be a lot of fun, wouldn’t it?” Take a closer look around, but don’t touch anything for now.
>”...Well, I’d be lying if I said that sated my curiosity, but it’s probably best that we don’t linger for too long.” Leave and finish out the remainder of the tour, and get on your way to fencing.
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>>5493938
1)
>”...Well, I’d be lying if I said that sated my curiosity, but it’s probably best that we don’t linger for too long.” Leave and finish out the remainder of the tour, and get on your way to fencing.
2)
>”Casval, do you think they’re all networked? That would be a lot of fun, wouldn’t it?” Take a closer look around, but don’t touch anything for now.
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>>5493941
>>5493949
>>5494163 (second option)
Look.

>>5494051
>>5494101
Look and then leave.

Writing.
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“Casval, do you think they’re all networked?” You ask while looking over the labeled buttons and switches of the central observation position, “That would be a lot of fun, wouldn’t it?”

“They are.” Your brother answers, squinting as he traces a finger across one of the lines of switches, hovering just a hair above them as he examines them, “This controls which ones are connected to one another, and this… powers them on.”

He looks at a small line of red switches for a long couple of seconds and then shakes his head, turning away from them with a small smirk.

“I think this records everything.” Artesia says as she looks over the panel Mink shut off a few moments ago, “And these screens display it… probably?”

“I think that’s right, Mistress Vivima re-watches things here sometimes.” Mink agrees, and you move closer to take a look. Sure enough the screens are labelled for each of the pods, they probably display what the pilot inside can see during simulations… or maybe their faces? Both? Without power on it isn’t really possible to know what it can and can’t do. Still, the general intention of the system is clear enough.

“She re-watches the simulations?” You ask curiously, “...Are the recordings kept?”

“I would think so,” Mink answers, almost laughing, “How else would she watch them?”

“Oh come on, you know what I meant.” You respond, resisting the urge to roll your eyes, “I meant longer term storage.”

“Uhm… Sorry, that’s about the limit of what I know about that. Maybe though? I don’t see why it wouldn’t keep things...” Mink replies, her tone growing a bit sly, “Why? Want to see what she’s like when she flies?”

“...I was just curious about what the simulation looks like, no need to mess with anything again.” You reply, moving away from the observation area and down toward the pods themselves.
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>>5494264

“...This is medical monitoring equipment…” Artesia notes with a hint of surprise as she looks over another area of the observation area, but you’re not paying too much attention as you approach one of the pods.

Calling it a ‘pod’ might be a bit of a misnomer, it’s more angular than rounded, one side vaguely resembling the exterior hatches you saw on the mobile suits back aboard the Zam a few days ago, all the way down to the concealed keypads and slightly recessed handles to open it. It seems like they’ve accounted for about as much as they can… acceleration and the lack of microgravity are still issues though, but not everything can be simulated so easily. It’s quality work though, much better than the static stations you had back on Texas colony… Not that you ever used them much, with real flight time being available fairly frequently. Casval joined you at some point as you’re looking over the pod, silently appreciating it alongside.

>”...We should get on with the rest of the tour. We’ll definitely be back though.”
>”...It wouldn’t hurt if we look inside, right?” Take a look inside the pod.
>Review simulation footage. You can probably figure out how to call that up without too much issue.
>Write-in.
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>>5494265
1)
>”...We should get on with the rest of the tour. We’ll definitely be back though.”
2)
>Review simulation footage. You can probably figure out how to call that up without too much issue.
>”...We should get on with the rest of the tour. We’ll definitely be back though.”
3)
>Review simulation footage. You can probably figure out how to call that up without too much issue.
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>>5494265
1)
>”...We should get on with the rest of the tour. We’ll definitely be back though.”

2)
>Review simulation footage. You can probably figure out how to call that up without too much issue.
>”...We should get on with the rest of the tour. We’ll definitely be back though.”
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>>5494265
>”...We should get on with the rest of the tour. We’ll definitely be back though.”
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>>5494265
>>”...We should get on with the rest of the tour. We’ll definitely be back though.”
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>>5494265
>>”...We should get on with the rest of the tour. We’ll definitely be back though.”
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>>5494279
>>5494280
>>5494281
>>5494378
>>5494477
Finish the tour. Writing.

Longer delay than I expected.
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“...We should get on with the rest of the tour.” You say to Casval as the two of you finish examining the exterior of the pod, “We’ll definitely be back though.”

“I would’ve liked to see one of these spun up," Casval replies, tapping at the gyroscopic frame surrounding the pod, “But it can wait.”

You nod and move back up the slight slope to the central observation position, rejoining Artesia and Mink.

“They can spin you that fast? Wow. No wonder they have the monitors.” Artesia says in mild shock.

“Mistress Vivima was a bit… frazzled after the end of her first run,” Mink says amusedly, moving one of her fingers in a little loop to emphasize the point, “They can really spin.”

“I imagine the aftermath is…” Artesia trails off, wrinkling her nose a bit in disgust.

Mink nods grimly, leaving the rest unsaid, and turns to face you and Casval, “All finished down there you two?”

“For now. They’re excellent machines, I look forward to seeing more of them.” Your brother replies with a grin, “On to the rest of the palace then?”

“Oh, of course!” Mink responds, looking to you and Artesia briefly for confirmation. You both give small nods of approval and the four of you are soon back out through the heavy steel door and into the baroque hallways of the palace.
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>>5494590

The rest of the tour goes by without much of note, aside from passing by the rooms of the various Zabis. Garma and Vivima’s are quite near one another, and from the exterior there’s not much to say about them; as usual the Zabi’s spared no expense in terms of decoration, lavish painting covering the walls alongside marble statues of famous spacenoids and great leaders from throughout history… It’s odd to see your father’s face among them, a mere decoration in the home of his murderers.

You push aside your feelings for a while longer, refocusing your attention. There are more purple hues in use in this section of the palace, a lot more, which… Actually it reminds you a bit of how your mother used to match you and Casval’s clothes when you were both much younger. You smirk a little at the thought of Degwin insisting on something like this, it might not have been at his order but he seemed a sentimental enough sort to have done that years ago and never change it since.

“This is… very royal looking, isn’t it?” Artesia says, struggling a bit to find a way to address the shift in coloration.

“Royal?” Mink questions, “Mm, I suppose so, but that’s fitting isn’t it? Do you not like the look?”

“It’s beautiful, I just… wasn’t expecting so much effort in matching things.” Artesia responds, “Does this mean everything near Dozle’s room is larger?”

“Yes, indeed!” Mink responds cheerfully, and you let out a small chuckle at the mental image, “I’m afraid the trend doesn’t continue past that though, Mistress Kycilia especially is always having changes made…”
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>>5494591

A few more minutes later

Dozle’s section of the palace was indeed larger, filled with suits of armor and paintings of old battle on earth, but otherwise there was little to see besides an area that you imagine must have been Sasro’s in the past… It’s rather untouched looking, not that it’s dirty or anything of the sort, but it feels undisturbed, like an unseen specter of the past hangs over the halls and rooms. You’re soon beyond both areas, heading higher up in the palace.

A pair of armed guards stand at attention near a large set of double doors which intersect the grand hallway you find yourself in, and Mink stops you and your siblings before you can get too close.

“That’s Mistress Kycilia’s section. I was told not to show it to you… and… those guards aren’t usually there…” Mink says in an apologetic tone but with just a hint of confusion, her violet eyes narrowing and remaining locked on the distant guards.

“...Understandable,” Casval says wryly, “Respecting others privacy is very important.”

You resist the urge to laugh, but Mink fails to do so - it’s infectious, and soon Artesia joins in with a little stifled giggle.

“Master Degwin and Master Gihren’s sections are this way. Those are the last areas to show…” Mink says after she recovers from her little fit of laughter, leading you onward.

Half an hour later.

The tour is completely finished. You weren’t allowed too far into Gihren or Degwin’s areas either, and the Zabis themselves continue to go unseen. At this point you feel at least vaguely oriented in the vastness of the palace, though it’s likely to be another week at least before you can get anywhere with real speed.

“...And that concludes the tour of the palace!” Minks says with a little flourishing spin and a smile, “I hope its lived up to expectations.”

“In more ways than you might expect.” Casval says, crossing his arms.

“It can be a bit much, can’t it?” Mink asks, picking up on at least part of your brother’s meaning, “Still, it’s… home, I suppose.”

“I think it’s lovely. The interior is anyways…” Artesia says, “I can see why keeping it running is so much work, but the exterior…”

“Oh, I love the exterior!” Mink says, holding her hands close to her chest, “It’s so spiky, other buildings are so boring, aren’t they? When I look at them from the windows I can’t help but notice how terribly dull they are, but… uhm… Oh. Do you not like it?”

“...It’s an acquired taste, maybe we’ll get used to it.” You say, trying to let her down gently.

“I hope so,” Mink responds, her violet eyes meeting yours for a long moment, “Is… is there anything else you’ll be needing?”
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>>5494597

“It’s getting close to time for fencing, isn’t it?” You ask, and Mink confirms your suspicion with a polite nod, “We’ll need equipment, do you know if everything will already be there?”

“It should be, but I’ll double check.” She answers, “Will you be able to make your way there on your own?”

“I know the way. You’ve been very helpful, Mink.” Casval answers politely, and that seems to relax the maid a bit and she closes her eyes for a moment.

“I’m glad to have been of assistance then.” Mink says with a curtsy, and soon enough she’s off, disappearing into one of the partially hidden servant ways in a nearby wall.

“...You do actually know the way, right?” Artesia asks your brother, to which he responds by starting to walk, “Oh, good. Sorry, I just got a little lost in all of that.”

“It’s good that you were paying more attention to Mink.” Casval says as he leads you both onward and toward a nearby flight of stairs, “She’s odd, isn’t she?”

“Poor girl has been doing this for years, anyone would get a bit strange under the circumstances.” Artesia says a touch defensively, “Why?”

“I didn’t mean anything more by it, she’s just not what I’d expect of a head maid. A bit young, for one.” Casval explains.

“Eh, maybe that’s just Gihren, she’s his ‘favorite’ right?” You say, not wanting to elaborate further.

“Ew.” Artesia says quietly, voice filled with disgust, “You… might be right though. She has a lot of marks she tries to hide.”

You nod grimly, “Not a polite conversation to be having here though…”
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>>5494598

A few more minutes later

You’re at the palace’s fencing hall, a modest chamber with a pair of pistes and very old world decor, and little in the way of stands; You’re not used to anything quite so formal, and it’s nice to have proper facilities for once. The white fencing jacket and knickers you were provided with fit well, and you’ve just finished putting them on - You and your siblings arrived early, but the gear was waiting for you when you got there.

“They shouldn’t be long now, right?” Artesia asks as she adjusts the collar of her white jacket, less used to the outfit than you and Casval are, “Dozle doesn’t seem like the type to be late.”

“We have a few more minutes at least.” Casval says, eyeing an analog clock on one of the walls, “Felix, want to get in a bout before they’re here?”

>”Absolutely! I almost thought you weren’t going to ask.” The gap in your skills has narrowed somewhat, but you’re unlikely to win. Still, you can really go at it with your brother, it would be quite the show if Garma and Dozle arrive mid round.
>”We’ll have plenty of time once they’re here. Artesia, want to warm up a bit?” She’s the least experienced of the three of you, a bit of a warmup would help her the most.
>Write-in.
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>>5494600

>”Absolutely! I almost thought you weren’t going to ask.” The gap in your skills has narrowed somewhat, but you’re unlikely to win. Still, you can really go at it with your brother, it would be quite the show if Garma and Dozle arrive mid round.
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>>5494600
>"How about you two go with each other for a bit?" Artesia might be far less experienced than Casval, but practicing together might be good for them in different ways.
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>>5494600
>”Absolutely! I almost thought you weren’t going to ask.” The gap in your skills has narrowed somewhat, but you’re unlikely to win. Still, you can really go at it with your brother, it would be quite the show if Garma and Dozle arrive mid round.
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>>5494600
>”Absolutely! I almost thought you weren’t going to ask.” The gap in your skills has narrowed somewhat, but you’re unlikely to win. Still, you can really go at it with your brother, it would be quite the show if Garma and Dozle arrive mid round.
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>>5494600
>>5494604
Changing my vote to:

1)
>"How about you two go with each other for a bit?" Artesia might be far less experienced than Casval, but practicing together might be good for them in different ways.
Good for them to bond a bit, also hoping that this could improve how good of a leader Casval can become, even if it's only by a little.

2)
>”We’ll have plenty of time once they’re here. Artesia, want to warm up a bit?” She’s the least experienced of the three of you, a bit of a warmup would help her the most.
Eh, she needs the help catching up.
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This whole thing with Mink really makes me think we should try to make some male friends. Literally every major character we've interacted with a lot that isn't either Char or Casval so far has been female.

Maybe that's why I want to get buddy-buddy with Dozle and Garma so much. Put a bit of variety in this fuckin taco-party.
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>>5494618
>Spoiler
I think we're already on Dozle's good side, shouldn't be too hard to get more friendly with him.
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>>5494604
+1
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>>5494600
Supporting >>5494613. If we don't get enough votes for a majority, I'm fine with leaving Artesia to Caval. We can handle Garma ourselves.
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>>5494647
>We can handle Garma ourselves.

Garma's gonna fall in love with us this time, not Casval.
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>>5494647
>We can handle Garma ourselves.
Not a bad idea to get to know Garma, since Degwin did tell us to take care of him.
Also I like the idea of having Artesia and Casval actually working together for once unlike in canon.
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>>5494606
Changing to support
>>5494604
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>>5494613
>>5494634
>>5494647
>>5494661
Writing.
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“How about you two go with each other for a bit?” You offer up, looking between Casval and Artesia.

“Are you up for that?” Casval asks Artesia before reaching down to grab his saber from the wooden floor.

“Are you?” Your sister answers playfully, fetching her own saber and standing, “This'll be fun, we don’t do enough things together.”

Your brother’s stops for a moment as he slides his mask on, “We do things together all the time, Artesia.”

“Flying occasionally and the last few weeks don’t count.” Artesia carries on, though you know she’s mostly joking. Mostly.

“Pff. You’re making up the rules as you go along.” Casval says, chuckling as he moves to the piste, “We do a lot more than we used to.”

“Mm, maybe we do. Ready?” Artesia says, taking up position a few paces opposite your brother.

Casval nods, his mesh mask bobbing slightly, “Ready. Felix, call it?”

“Allez!” You call out, leaning back to enjoy the show.

Artesia is fairly athletic for how much of a bookworm she can be, and she’s been a quick learner at fencing, but compared to Casval she’s a couple of orders of magnitude out of her league. He’s taller, faster, fitter, more experienced… Everything weighs against Artesia as the two begin to exchange blows, a few probing strikes starting the round, steel clinking lightly on steel as their blades meet, a slow opening. There’s a sudden rush of movement, you brother a blur of white as he lunges forward, and Artesia just isn’t quick enough to mount much of a defense - She’s struck on the chest, your brother’s blade sneaking past hers with a couple of inches to spare.

…And so it goes for the next few minutes, Casval handily trouncing Artesia again and again, but it does nothing to discourage her. She’s improving - some of it’s just warming up, and that goes ways - but by the time they’re starting the third round she’s really in the swing of things. Not that it’s going to help her win, but she’s lasting longer and reacting much more quickly.
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>>5494903

The door to the hall practically slams open, heavy footsteps pounding their way into the room as the colossal form of Dozle Zabi appears. The huge man is already dressed for the matches to come, and he throws out one of his white jacketed arms to the side in greeting as he calls out.

“We have arrived!” Dozles thunders while taking one great step through the entrance, a sheathed sword in his other hand.

Casval slows for just a moment, glancing to look toward Dozle, and promtly receives a saber to his mask as his just reward for getting distracted.

“I did it!” Artesia calls out ecstatically, drawing your brother’s attention back to her…

You leave them to it, waving to Dozle and standing to greet him. A purple haired and shorter young man, who could only be Garma, enters after Dozle, just as smartly dressed and looking eager for a match - He returns your wave, meeting you halfway as you walk toward them both.

“Felix?” Garma asks, extending a hand toward you. You nod and accept the handshake; his grip isn’t all that firm, but it tightens quickly.

“It’s been years, Garma.” You reply, meeting his purple eyes with your own steady gaze.

“I hardly recognized you, Felix, it really has been years.” He says, letting go of your hand and brushing a bit of his purple hair back, a warm smile spreading across his face, “It’s good to see you again - the way everyone’s always talked I thought you were all gone for good.”

You almost wince at his words but manage to keep a calm expression. Unless Garma somehow became an even better liar than Kycilia you doubt he meant the words cruelly; his demeanor is still quite friendly, but he could really choose his words better. Dozle watches over your meeting, but the huge man appears to be following the match between your siblings with greater interest.

>”It’s been an interesting few years, but we’re back to stay. How about a bout or two?” Nothing quite like a good fight to get the measure of a person.
>”For the first few years I wasn’t sure if we’d ever be back, it’s been rough - But that’s the past now. How’ve you been, Garma? Dozle painted quite the picture on the trip back to Zeon.” Not quite the full gory truth, but there’s nothing wrong with a bit of honesty.
>”We got to live in Spain for a few years, it wasn’t all that bad really. I’m glad to be back though. How’ve you been, Garma?” Downplay the last few years.
>Write-in.
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>>5494914

>”It’s been an interesting few years, but we’re back to stay. How about a bout or two?” Nothing quite like a good fight to get the measure of a person.
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>>5494914
>>”It’s been an interesting few years, but we’re back to stay. How about a bout or two?” Nothing quite like a good fight to get the measure of a person.
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>>5494914
>”It’s been an interesting few years, but we’re back to stay. How about a bout or two?” Nothing quite like a good fight to get the measure of a person.
I wonder how he'll treat us and our siblings, considering we're all technically 'royalty' here in Zeon.
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>>5494914
>”For the first few years I wasn’t sure if we’d ever be back, it’s been rough - But that’s the past now. How’ve you been, Garma? Dozle painted quite the picture on the trip back to Zeon.” Not quite the full gory truth, but there’s nothing wrong with a bit of honesty.
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>>5494914
>”For the first few years I wasn’t sure if we’d ever be back, it’s been rough - But that’s the past now. How’ve you been, Garma? Dozle painted quite the picture on the trip back to Zeon.” Not quite the full gory truth, but there’s nothing wrong with a bit of honesty.
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>>5494914
>>5494929
I'll change my vote, we can always spar with him later.
>”For the first few years I wasn’t sure if we’d ever be back, it’s been rough - But that’s the past now. How’ve you been, Garma? Dozle painted quite the picture on the trip back to Zeon.” Not quite the full gory truth, but there’s nothing wrong with a bit of honesty.
I just hope neither Casval nor Artesia talk against what we're saying by accident.
Now that I think about it, would it be best if we're buddy-friends with Garma while Casval is rival-friends with him? If that even makes any sense.
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>>5494914
>”It’s been an interesting few years, but we’re back to stay. How about a bout or two?” Nothing quite like a good fight to get the measure of a person.
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>>5495259
>>5494918
>>5494919
Right into a match!

>>5495141
>>5494996
>>5494939
Bit of honest-ish talk to start.

Got a tie, I'll give it an hour for a tiebreaker.
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>>5495483
Going to give it another hour and then roll off if there isn't a winner.
Apologies for the much slower posting schedule, got lots of family stuff to do.
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Rolled 2 (1d2)

>>5495541
Fight 1, Talk 2.
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>>5495541
>spoiler
Don't apologize Contolist, memes about Felix being family-first aside it's good to help relatives.
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“For the first few years I wasn’t sure if we’d ever be back, it’s been rough - But that’s the past now.” You reply, keeping close to the truth, “How’ve you been, Garma? Dozle painted quite the picture on the trip back to Zeon.”

“You did, Dozle?” Garma asks, glancing towards Dozle, something in his voice betraying that this must be a common occurrence.

“I only spoke the truth.” Dozle rumbles, ignoring the match between Artesia and Casval for a moment, “You’re shaping up to be a fine leader, Garma - A few years in the academy and Zeon will be stronger than ever.”

“You’re too kind, brother.” Garma says, pride evident in his voice though he’s directing the question more towards you than Dozle, “It’s expected of us though, isn’t it?”

“So it is.” You agree, finding the conversation easy enough to slip into, “Expectations have a way of following one wherever they go, for good or ill.”

Garma laughs, “It sounds like you really must have been through something, you almost sound like my father. I suppose that’s why he arranged for this, isn’t it?”

“Experience will do that to a man, young or otherwise.” Dozle rumbles, placing a huge hand on Garma’s shoulder, “There’s much you might learn from-”

“Much?” Garma asks, with a hint of petulance, “I thought things were coming along well.”

“Of course they are, you’re a man of the Zabi family.” Dozle replies, his huge hand squeezing Garma’s shoulder just slightly before being pulled away, “But you’re still young. You’ll have much to teach them as well.”

“...Perhaps you’re right, Dozle.” Garma says, his tone softening quickly, whatever insecurity he was reacting to having eased somewhat as he directs his attention back to you, “How long have you been fencing for, Felix?”

“Five years, give or take a few months. Started learning with my brother while we were in Spain.” You answer, keeping the conversation moving, “Yourself?”

Garma smirks, that earlier prideful glint returning to his purple eyes, “Seven, Dozle drags me here every few weeks when he’s not away on duty. Is that your brother over there? The taller one?”

“That’s Casval.” You confirm, watching as the third round comes to an end with a riposte to your sister’s left arm, “They should be finished now.”

“And the other?” Garma questions curiously, “One of the servants? I know a few can fence but I wasn’t expecting a fifth person today.”
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>>5495725

Casval removes his mask and gives a wave to Dozle and Garma. Artesia follows suit a moment later, her blonde hair spilling out messily - She brushes it back with her free hand, setting down her saber and mask a moment later.

“Oh. Wow.” Garma says, turning slightly red, “I… I didn’t realize.”

“Did I not mention that?” Dozle ponders aloud, rubbing at his scarred chin, “Must have slipped my mind. Quite the fighter, isn’t she?”

“Artesia’s a quick learner, she’ll be going to the academy with us in the next class.” You say, feeling a real surge of pride; she might have handily lost the bout, but she performed well for her level of experience. You can make a lot more of a competition of it, even win on occasion, but Casval is extremely good at the sport.

“You’re all going to the academy too?” Garma questions slowly before looking at Dozle again with a mix of surprise and amusement, “You haven’t forgotten to mention a fourth Deikun as well, Dozle, have you?”

The huge man lets out a deep laugh, shaking his head, “I thought it would be best if they told you.”

“I’ve been looking forward to it for awhile now,” You say quickly, keeping the timescale vague but otherwise telling the truth, “Returning to serve the homeland is

“That it is, Felix.” Casval says, joining in the conversation, “It’s good to see you again, Garma.”

“Likewise.” Garma says, easing up a little more, though his attention is clearly isn’t focused on your brother.

“It’s a pleasure to meet you,” Artesia says with a charming a smile, “Or see you again, I guess. …I don’t remember all that much from the parties when we used to live on Zum.”

“It must be our first time properly meeting, I’m sure I would have remembered you otherwise.” Garma says, matching your sister’s smile, “But we were all much younger then, weren’t we?”

“Ha! You were, that wasn’t so long ago though, you barely came up to my waist then. You were so small then, shorter then Vivima if I rem-”

Dozle.” Garma says in embarrassment, elbowing his older brother a bit but only managing to elicit a deep laugh from the giant of a man.

“Hoho, come now Garma, let me reminisce a bit. We’re in good company here.” Dozle says jovially, but he lets the topic pass much to Garma’s relief.

>”Come on then, enough talk - We’re here to fence aren’t we? How about a few rounds, Garma?”
>”Dozle, how about a quick match?” Let Garma and your siblings figure things out on their own for a bit.
>”...Alright Casval, enough warming up, let's have a go at it.” Leave Garma and Dozle with Artesia for a moment, she’s good with people and you’ve got a show to put on.
>Write-in.
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>>5495727
>”...Alright Casval, enough warming up, let's have a go at it.” Leave Garma and Dozle with Artesia for a moment, she’s good with people and you’ve got a show to put on.
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>>5495727
>>”Dozle, how about a quick match?” Let Garma and your siblings figure things out on their own for a bit.
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>>5495727
>>”Come on then, enough talk - We’re here to fence aren’t we? How about a few rounds, Garma?”
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>>5495727
1)
>”Dozle, how about a quick match?” Let Garma and your siblings figure things out on their own for a bit.
The smarter choice politically, since Artesia and Casval can check each other and figure out how to act with Garma, since we already made our introductions with him.

2)
>”Come on then, enough talk - We’re here to fence aren’t we? How about a few rounds, Garma?”
This is just to cement our relations with him.

3)
>”...Alright Casval, enough warming up, let's have a go at it.” Leave Garma and Dozle with Artesia for a moment, she’s good with people and you’ve got a show to put on.
Also not a bad option, but I don't fully trust Garma and Artesia talking together without Casval or ourselves around to make sure she doesn't trust him with too much information. Other than that I'm not sure what to make of Garma's reaction to our sister.
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>>5495727
>”Come on then, enough talk - We’re here to fence aren’t we? How about a few rounds, Garma?”
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>>5495727
>>”Come on then, enough talk - We’re here to fence aren’t we? How about a few rounds, Garma?”
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Also, Garma is getting a crush on Artesia isn't he? We can finally tease her back.
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>>5495752
I was thinking that might be the case, but it's possible Garma could've just been taken by surprise.
Besides isn't he with Icelina already? I remember someone commented about why he wasn't there at the dinner yesterday.
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>>5495758
Garma doesn't meet Icelina till, like, halfway through the OYW.
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>>5495772
>“Hoho, that girl still?” Dozle asks loudly, flashing a huge smile, “Young love is a beautiful thing. Garma is quite the charmer, isn't he?”

>“Indeed, Dozle. Indeed. I didn’t wish to take him from it, even for this.” Degwin agrees, a small smile stretching across his sagging and wrinkled face.

You're right, it was probably someone else. It doesn't specifically say anything about Icelina.
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>>5495737
>>5495740 (second option)
>>5495749
>>5495751
Writing.
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“Come on then, enough talk - We’re here to fence aren’t we?” You ask, crossing your arms, “How about a few rounds, Garma?”

“Right to sparring then?” Garma says, a little surprised, “Saber or?...”

“Your choice,” You offer, “It’s just a warm up.”

“Foil then,” Garma, “It’s what we’ll be using at the academy.”

“We’ll switch things up as well.” Casval says, looking to Artesia for confirmation. She nods, moving over to the line of weapons on a nearby wall to retrieve a pair of foils. You and Garma follow along while Casval and Dozle talk on their own.

“So you’ve just started fencing recently?” Garma asks your sister, “That was some impressive footwork earlier, very graceful.”

“Thanks. Casval and Felix have been trying to drag me into lessons for ages now, but I’ve only really started to try recently.” Artesia says, handing one of the foils to Garma before grabbing two more, “It was after we started piloting.”

“You’re pilots too then? I’ve just started lessons recently.” Garma asks with obvious interest.

“Nothing quite like it.” You comment, grabbing your own foil before the three of you head back to the pistes, “How far along are you?”

“I’ll be doing my first solo flights soon, it’s all still atmospheric work.” Garma replies, brushing back a bit of his purple hair once more.

You nod, understanding immediately, “Ah, glider training then. We’ve mostly done vacuum, worker pods and a bit of racing here and there.”

“Informally.” Artesia clarifies, “...Or illegally, I suppose, but nobody important minded.”

“Illegal racing?” Garma teases, obviously intrigued but keeping things light, “That rule breaking doesn’t extend to fencing too, I hope.”

“Depends on when you catch them, Casval and Felix can be very competitive.” Artesia answers with a sly grin, causing Garma’s eyes to glance between you and your brother as you return back to the center of the chamber, “And I’d never be caught doing it of course.”

“You almost sound like Viv,” Garma says with a pleasant laugh, “But enough about that, lets fence.”

Casval moves from Dozle’s side and accepts one of the foils from Artesia, the two of them heading off to one of the pistes, you and Garma mirroring it on the other as Dozle watches from off to the side.
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>>5495915

You slide on your mask, a snug fit, and look out through its mesh screen at Garma, just a few paces away. You take up your positions and ready for the bout - It’s clear that Garma’s been well taught, his stance is decent, but if Dozle’s comments were accurate then Garma's not actually all that skilled yet. Foil isn’t your preference, but you’ve still done a fair bit of work with it. Chances are you’re quite a bit better than Garma if he only trains every few weeks - You’ve been at it nearly every day recently.

How do you proceed?

>Test Garma for a while, get a feeling for where his skill level really is; he might think you’re just toying with him.
>Fence normally, just as if you were up against Casval. You’re not here to play with kids gloves on, Degwin told you to help, not to pamper him.
>Try to keep up the appearance of competition, no need to wound his pride immediately. You’ll probably need to go easy on him.
>Write-in.
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>>5495917
>Fence normally, just as if you were up against Casval. You’re not here to play with kids gloves on, Degwin told you to help, not to pamper him.
No reason to dick around, we'll only wound his pride like that.
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>>5495917
>Fence normally, just as if you were up against Casval. You’re not here to play with kids gloves on, Degwin told you to help, not to pamper him.
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>>5495917
>>Fence normally, just as if you were up against Casval. You’re not here to play with kids gloves on, Degwin told you to help, not to pamper him.
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>>5495917
1)
>Try to keep up the appearance of competition, no need to wound his pride immediately. You’ll probably need to go easy on him.
Let's leave the rivalry for Casval.

2)
>Fence normally, just as if you were up against Casval. You’re not here to play with kids gloves on, Degwin told you to help, not to pamper him.
Still we made a good first impression, this shouldn't make much of a difference. Besides a potential rivalry could always emerge either way with Casval.
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>>5495917
>>Fence normally, just as if you were up against Casval. You’re not here to play with kids gloves on, Degwin told you to help, not to pamper him.
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>>5495917
>Fence normally, just as if you were up against Casval. You’re not here to play with kids gloves on, Degwin told you to help, not to pamper him.
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>>5495917
>>Fence normally, just as if you were up against Casval. You’re not here to play with kids gloves on, Degwin told you to help, not to pamper him.
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>>5495917
>>Fence normally, just as if you were up against Casval. You’re not here to play with kids gloves on, Degwin told you to help, not to pamper him.
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>>5495921
>>5495923
>>5495924
>>5495926 (second option)
>>5495929
>>5495941
>>5495942
>>5495946
Writing.
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You eye for Garma for a moment through the slight obscuration of your mask’s mesh, waiting for Dozle to call for the match to begin - There wasn’t a spoken agreement, but your salutes are more than enough for him to intuit his impromptu role.

“Allez!” Dozle roars, and immediately you’re in motion.

A quick pair of steps carrying you toward Garma. In a blur you thrust forward, the foil like lightning extending from you hand, a flash of wispy thin steel which Garma almost fails to notice in time, a sloppy parry batting it aside. He’s slower than you are, but more importantly his movements are relatively lacking in subtlety. He immediately presses, and you step backward just enough to void his strike, moving clear of his reach before returning with a sudden lunge to meet Garma’s next attack, flicking aside his blade and delivering a clean riposte. You smile inside your mask, the impact and flex of your foil against Garma’s chest unmistakable.

Garma mutters something under his breath that you can’t quite hear and the two of you return to your starting positions. Dozle signals once again, and you’re at it…

…And once again it’s over quite quickly, Garma overcorrecting for his prior aggression and focusing too greatly on defense - Your third attack sneaks in and lands cleanly, the ending of a rapid series of exchanges.

And so it goes, five points soon reached and the round coming to an end.

“Hold on.” Garma says, removing his mask and exhaling deeply, frustration written across his fair features.

You remove your own mask, glancing to Dozle for a moment; he looks disappointed, his huge arms crossed.

“How often do you do this, Felix?” Garma asks, his brow furrowed as he tries to make sense of things.

“Nearly every day, usually it’s saber. We do foil and epee a few times a week.” You explain, trying not to make too much of a show of things; there’s no reason to be an ass about spending more time at a sport.

“...Right, that makes more sense then.” Garma says, nodding in a way that makes you think he’s doing it more to reassure himself than acknowledge any statements on your part, “...Back to it then?”

You both don your masks once more, separate, salute, and begin again at Dozle’s call. The second round has a little more of something resembling sport to it, but it would be a lie to call it anything other than an easy win; he’s still overcorrecting, and there are a few issues of technique and speed that only significantly more practice are likely to solve. The third goes much the same, the bout nearly as clean of a win as you’ve ever managed - The first few when you stopped going easy on Artesia were even worse though, it's just a part of the process.
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>>5496261

“You were doing better at the end, Garma.” You try to encourage him, the two of you conversing after the conclusion of your first bout.

“Small comfort,” He says, a hint of that earlier petulance returning, his lips pursing for a moment before something seems to clear within him, “...What was I doing wrong?”

“Some of it’s just speed, there’s not much of a remedy for that besides more practice. Keep going and that should fix itself.” You say with a shrug, “But the bigger issue is that you’re overcorrecting, it was like you were fighting for the previous point.”

He tilts his head slightly, “I’m overthinking things then?”

“No, at least not entirely, you’re just thinking about the wrong things from what I can tell.” You try to explain, finding it a little difficult to come up with the right words, “In this sort of fight you need to be entirely focused on the moment. Nothing in the past, and only a fraction into the future.”

“...Perhaps a different opponent, Garma.” Dozle suggests, looking over to Casval and Artesia who are still mid round. Dozle did say something about Garma needing someone closer to his skill level last night, Artesia would be a much, much closer fit.

“Maybe you’re right, Dozle. Casval perhaps?” Garma says with a remarkable amount of confidence for a person who just got trounced so thoroughly; he has no idea what he’s signing up for with that choice.

>”...Sure.” Garma has sealed his own fate, let him find out on his own.
>”How about Artesia instead? You seemed to get along well earlier.” Dozle might have a point.
>”You might want to be careful what you wish for, Garma. Dozle, how about a few rounds?”
>Write-in.
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>>5496265
>”You might want to be careful what you wish for, Garma. Dozle, how about a few rounds?”
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>>5496265
>>”How about Artesia instead? You seemed to get along well earlier.” Dozle might have a point.
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>>5496265
>”How about Artesia instead? You seemed to get along well earlier.” Dozle might have a point.
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>>5496265
1)
>"Are you sure about that? He always beats me when we spar."

2)
>”...Sure.” Garma has sealed his own fate, let him find out on his own.
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>>5496265
>”You might want to be careful what you wish for, Garma. Dozle, how about a few rounds?”
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All of these options are hilarious. But I'd hate to stop that competitive friendship between Casval and Garma (not like that's going to happen since we just met him).
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>>5496265
>>5496283
Support
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>>5496265
>>5496283
Changing my vote to just:
>”...Sure.” Garma has sealed his own fate, let him find out on his own.
Felix already introduced himself, time to let Casval have his turn.
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>>5496265
Actually, changing my vote back to >>5496283
It might be wiser to give him a heads up, since the situation is different from Char meeting Garma at the Academy.
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>>5496270
>>5496285
Dozle pill.

>>5496273
>>5496277
Suggest Artesia.

>>5496318
>>5496319
Warn about Casval. (second option to let it happen)

Three way tie for now, hopefully there will be a winner by the morning.
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>>5496347
Meant to have >>5496344 instead of >>5496319 for the third vote split.
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>>5496347
>Dozle pill.
Tempting to vote for that just because you word it that way, but if we go with Dozle then Artesia (arguably the weakest) will be left by herself and that's just sad.
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>>5496357
I don't think Artesia is going to be that upset if she gets left out for a round or too. Especially if it means she can see us get our ass handed to us.
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>>5496369
You have a point, but I'd still rather have her train for a bit since she needs it the most out of all of us.
That and I feel like the warning we give to Garma in that vote won't be enough to get through to him, and he might get his pride a bit hurt from it more than needed (while that might not be an issue if this was a situation with only Char in the Academy like in canon, the fact that he know who we really are and the fact that we're living with all the Zabi family complicates things).
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>>5496265
>”You might want to be careful what you wish for, Garma. Dozle, how about a few rounds?”
Let Garma fuck around and find out
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>>5496265
I'll commit to what I said in >>5496392 about Artesia needing the training. Changing my vote to

1)
>”How about Artesia instead? You seemed to get along well earlier.” Dozle might have a point.

2)
>"Are you sure about that? He always beats me when we spar."

3)
>”...Sure.” Garma has sealed his own fate, let him find out on his own.
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Wait a minute, if we fight Dozle we might get seriously hurt.
As in, not being able to do our daily run tomorrow and miss out on any plotting with our siblings type of hurt.
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>>5496401
>>5496285
>>5496270
Anons please reconsider, I don't want this to end up like with Kycilia.
We already overestimated Felix's charm with the most clever Zabi (Kycilia), let's not overestimate his strength against the the strongest member of their family.
I'm sure he won't try to hurt us on purpose, but even Dozle checking himself (though I doubt he will, especially after we didn't hold back with Garma) will still get us beaten the shit out of, badly. Worst case scenario we're out of commission for the rest of the day and miss out on some relatively important things.
If you guys want Garma to spar with Cas, you could always vote for the first choice since me and another anon have it as an alternative option.

Casval will probably be fast enough to properly fight Dozle (he should be fast enough I think). So we can still keep our promise in getting Dozle to spar a bit, if that bothers anyone.
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>>5496467
Oh no, anon, you misunderstand. I want us to get our ass beat. It'll be a good learning experience for Felix, and a good way to endear ourselves to Garma by showing us as not being perfect and therefore more approachable.
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>>5496506
You want us to potentially spend an entire day out of commission? In what's probably a critical stage in introducing ourselves to the Zabis and finding out more about them? No offense but that's just dumb. We can make it up and be more approachable to Garma eventually, but if we end up unable to do our daily run tomorrow and miss out on something potentially important today I don't think it's worth it.
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>>5496509
Rereading this, it came out a bit too aggressive. I don't mean to be an asshole, but I just don't want to get Felix to miss something important.
Besides, he already knows he's not the best fighter, I mean he's Casval's brother.
Though you're right on getting us to be more approachable to Garma, though I feel like the situation could be made worse since he'll probably still spar with Casval and get more frustrated.
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>>5496509
>You want us to potentially spend an entire day out of commission?

You are vastly overestimating Dozle's strength. We're not full-contact boxing him, we're whacking each other with swords. The only way we'd actually get put out of commission is if he full-strength clocks us across the head. The worst that would happen is we get a few new bruises and MAYBE (Big Fucking Maybe) a broken bone or two. Besides, Cas and Artesia are the ones with the intrigue focus, Felix has always been a martial boy.
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>>5496515
I have to disagree, Felix isn't as powerful as Casval in the martial strength and finesse, he's lost multiple times to him to prove that. I think he realizes that he isn't the best fighter around, and I'm almost certain he knows that he couldn't match up to Dozle in strength and martial knowledge.
I feel it's more likely than you think that Dozle will clock us on the head full-power, though he definitely won't do it on purpose but more as a part of his fighting instinct. He is the strongest and most warlike Zabi, we should take note of that.

I see Felix as more of a middle ground between Casval and Artesia, not really excelling in what his siblings are more focused in but able to adapt to either.
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>>5496519
Dozle being "the most warlike Zabi" is why I trust him to not fuck us up too much. He has doubtlessly trained or sparred with many of his underlings and friends, so he absolutely knows how to pace himself to not do any great harm while sparring.

Also, lmao at "his fighting instinct". He's a soldier, not a dragonball character.
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>>5496515
>You are vastly overestimating Dozle's strength.
This reminded me too much of my line of thought when voting to seduce Kycilia. Man I still want to punch myself over that one.

>>5496524
That may be true, but we also went all out with Garma so we shouldn't expect him to take it easy on us.

>spoiler
kek
With the power of the seven Big Zams, Dozle will be unstoppable!
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>>5496524
The dragonball powers will come after psychoframe sorcery becomes a factor.
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>>5496530
As a fellow Kycillia compliment voter, I totally agree. I also misread the fuck out of that vote. I thought we were just gonna compliment her, be nice, try to ingratiate ourselves with the Zabis a bit more, but no, Felix couldn't keep his mostly proverbial dick in his pants.
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>>5496534
Yeah, looking back at it I should've at least tried to make a write-in that basically said "if she doesn't seem affected, pass it off as a joke" or "try to genuinely give an innocent compliment, without any innuendos or ulterior meanings."
I trusted his charm way too much, and Felix is too damn horny. But I guess it makes sense since he's still a teenager.
On the bright side that whole situation has made him realize that seducing every woman he meets probably won't end well (though I still don't think he needs a similar lesson from Dozle, I believe Felix knows better than to feel like he's strong enough to take on someone like him).
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>>5496265
1)
>”How about Artesia instead? You seemed to get along well earlier.” Dozle might have a point.
2)
>”...Sure.” Garma has sealed his own fate, let him find out on his own.
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>>5496530
>Spoiler
Exactly! Think about getting on his good side early and having his ear for cool shit like a wing of Big Zams.
>>5496531
>Psychoframe Big Zam
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>>5496265
>>5496347

>”You might want to be careful what you wish for, Garma. Dozle, how about a few rounds?”
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>>5496285
>>5496401
>>5496679
Dozle pill.

>>5496273
>>5496277
>>5496418
>>5496605
Suggest Artesia.

>>5496318
Warn about Casval.

Of course there's another tie! thank you for voting I'll give it an hour and then roll off between Dozle and Artesia if there isn't a winner.

Fixed the previous error, results are still the same I had just messed up on the linking.
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>>5496671
We're already on his good side, though it looks like we'll be getting the hell beaten out of us by him. He might even be a bit disappointed that we aren't as strong as he thought.
But a fleet of Big Zams is the dream.
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>>5496706
>He might even be a bit disappointed that we aren't as strong as he thought.
Only another excuse for us to seek him out more often to train. And why do you think he's going to kick the shit out of us? This is a fencing bout with a foil in full training armor not bareskin blunt sabers.
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>>5496708
This is going to be a mistake. I mean is it worth taking that risk with a huge guy like Dozle going full strength against someone that probably isn't half as good like Felix? Both Dozle and Felix probably know this already too.
>not bareskin blunt sabers.
Hopefully he doesn't say he wants to use them lmao (though I could see him offering it at least)
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>>5496713
>This is going to be a mistake.
Nah, it'll be fine. Fencing is an extremely safe sport.
>Is it worth taking that risk with a huge guy like Dozle going full strength
We're not beating on each other with metal sticks at full strength, foils are extremely light and flexible swords designed to bend so people don't get hurt and are predominately used for thrusts. Dozle could strike Felix full strength and the worst that would happen when in training gear is a nice thin bruise.
>Hopefully he doesn't say he wants to use them lmao
If he does I don't think I can stop myself from voting yes. It'd be stupid and dangerous but man do I want to see it.
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>>5496722
>If he does I don't think I can stop myself from voting yes. It'd be stupid and dangerous but man do I want to see it.
I don't think you get it but we're in the Zabi mansion, we can't afford to have ourselves be hurt while shit is happening. We need to be there to at least witness things going on, and be physically prepared for anything that might come up.
Not just that but I bet we're still not at full strength from getting kidnapped by that Zaku prototype. I feel like this will be less cool than you think.
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>>5496722
Also you're underestimating how strong Dozle is compared to us.
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>>5496729
>>5496731
We won't break any bones fencing with a foil, and fencing sabers are still very light and safe. We won't be 'put out of commission' by sparring with Dozle, a far more experienced fencer who know precisely how not to do that, in full training gear.

>Also you're underestimating how strong Dozle is compared to us.
No I think you're overestimating Dozle's desire to outright harm us. He's not the smartest of his family but he's not retarded. He's also probably the most martially competent member of the Zabi's so I expect him to do more than just hit us at 100% with every strike like some sort of gorilla. You do know this is training right? Not a deathmatch?
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>>5496736
Dozle doesn't want to harm us, but he won't go easy on us either. He'll probably spar with us just like he'd spar with his best men. I don't believe we can handle that, at least not yet. Casval might be able to, but not us.
I hope you're right about not being put out of commission, but I still think it's very likely we won't be able to do our daily run tomorrow (and plot with our siblings) if we spar with Dozle.
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>>5496743
I understand the concern, but I think it's a reasonable risk.
>won't be able to do our daily run tomorrow.
You're in luck! Silver lining, even if we do get our ass handed to us, is that foil strike zones are only center mass (no arm, head, or leg strikes.)
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Rolled 1 (1d2)

>>5496702
Alright, rolling it off.
Dozle 1, Artesia 2.
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>>5496748
That's good to hear at least. But I still think it's a mistake, especially since Garma will probably have his pride hurt again from sparring with Casval.
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Don't tell me I didn't warn you.
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>>5496750
Pog, Lets get that big loveable Lug.
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>pog
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>>5496770
I'M BEHIND 300 ZAKU'S. Get fucked DOM fag
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based
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I just realized something. Having Artesia spar with Garma could've been the start of fostering that crush on Garma's part. It has it's downsides, but man that could've been useful.
Well, there'll probably be more chances for that stuff eventually if we plan to go down that route.
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“You might want to be careful what you wish for, Garma.” You warn jokingly, already knowing how that particular bout is going to end, “Dozle, how about a few rounds?”

“...He’s better than you, isn’t he?” Garma asks before Dozle can respond, “Well, I won’t go down without a fight.”

“Hoho, that’s the spirit, Garma.” Dozle rumbles in encouragement, balling one his huge fists, “And a bout sounds excellent, Felix.”

“Good luck.” You say to Garma as he moves over toward Casval and Artesia, the two of them just finishing their own match - You’d watch, but there are bigger matters to be dealt with for now, “Foil still, Dozle?”

“Yes.” Dozle confirms, retrieving his own which looks almost comically small in his gigantic hand, “I prefer saber, but it’s not taught at the academy.”

“Perhaps it could be?” You suggest, far more comfortable with it as a sport, but Dozle is already shaking his head.

“I control the academy, not time. Preparations for next year have already been made.” Dozle says in disappointment, “Budgets and such are set, boring but important to keep things.”

You sigh, disappointed but not all that surprised, though you suspect if he really wanted to the change could be made anyways, Zabis being as they are, “Mm, I guess that makes sense. …You don’t think I went too hard on Garma, do you?”

Dozle glances towards his younger brother for a moment, confirming that he’s already distracted by conversation with Casval and Artesia before speaking, “No, not at all, it was still closer to his skill level. You realize I’ll have to win back the honor of our family now?”

“...Of course, I should have seen that coming.” You say with a chuckle, “Alright, let’s get to it then.”

Thankfully this is foil, if you were doing any sort of unarmed sparring the idea of going up against Dozle would be genuinely frightening; here he just has a big advantage in reach, and probably experience, but that’s offset by his chest being a rather large target.

You and Dozle don your masks and move to your positions on the piste.

“I’ll call both!” Artesia offers, and you look over to see Casval and Garma readying themselves for their own bout on the other piste.

You give her a nod and turn back to Dozle, and the two of you exchange mutual salutes and then ready yourselves to fight. There’s a moment of stillness, a second or so of contemplating the match to come, and you look out through the mesh of your mask and try to take in the details of Dozle’s stance - He’s clearly well trained and practiced, and you’ve never been up against anyone nearly that tall. Reach is going to be a serious problem.

“Allez!” Artesia shouts, and the two matches begin.

>Press the attack! It’s risky, but getting within his reach is crucial.
>Remain defensive for now, get a feel for his skill level, maybe an opportunity will present itself.
>Write-in.
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>>5496812
>Press the attack! It’s risky, but getting within his reach is crucial.
I think his skill level can be summed up as 'better than us.' Being overly aggressive might throw him off a bit and let us get in a point.
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>>5496812
>Remain defensive for now, get a feel for his skill level, maybe an opportunity will present itself.
We'll lose either way, let's just try not to get hurt too badly.
Dozle isn't pulling any punches by what he said.
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>>5496812
>>Remain defensive for now, get a feel for his skill level, maybe an opportunity will present itself.
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>>5496815
It won't. He's too good at this sort of thing, he'll be prepared for it.
Trying to throw him off at his own game will go badly.
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>>5496812
>Press the attack! It’s risky, but getting within his reach is crucial.
Defending gives us no particular advantage and lets him build up momentum.
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>>5496820
He'll get momentum either way. We need to know more first about how he spars, it's our only chance to actually put up a fight (or more likely just lose with some dignity).
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>>5496812

>Press the attack! It’s risky, but getting within his reach is crucial.
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>>5496812

>Press the attack! It’s risky, but getting within his reach is crucial.

He has Reach, and size over us. We literally need to get in and under his guard to do anything. Be the speedy bee
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>>5496850
That would be Casval, not us. We aren't as fast as Casval to pull this off.
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>>5496852
That doesn't change a thing, You still need to get under and in his guard. Otherwise it won't even be an ATTEMPT at winning.
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>>5496858
Yes it does, Felix isn't as good as Casval in any form of physical fight, especially one that puts an emphasis on speed. Dozle will see any attack we immediately go for. He's sparred many times before, and will be able to counter it easily. We don't even have a read on what his attacking style is, like if he specializes in countering reckless students for example.
We can always get under his guard later, but right now it's possible we might lose badly from just going all in.
Besides we shouldn't try so hard we actually get hurt from it. This is a spar, and Dozle won't hold back in trying to beat us at after his whole 'for Zabi honor' line.
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>>5496815
>>5496820
>>5496833
>>5496850
Writing.
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You surge forward, a quick pair of steps moving you within distance of Dozle, the huge man easily moving backward to compensate. Dozle attacks, and you recognize the feint in time and parry, follow through with a riposte, straining to get close enough, a counter parry and riposte by Dozle forcing you to hastily abort. Dozle presses, meeting aggression with aggression, but you try to stay on the offensive - There’s a lightning fast exchange, years of practice lending an unexpected speed to the huge man, though not as quick as Casval, and your heart sinks as you feel the push of his foil’s point against your chest, your own striking his arm.

A point for Dozle, nothing for you - Getting past he reach is still crucial though, there’s no way around that, but with those huge arms of his it’s more difficult that you expected to get an on target hit. You reset and continue at Artesia’s call.

A touch of luck carries you through this time, an extremely aggressive lunge bringing you past Dozle’s guard and managing to land a hit to his… Actually you’re not sure if that was on target, it was very near the edge of his sleeve, a very close thing.

“A hit.” Dozle rumbles from behind his mask, ever the sportsman, and you reset and continue with the round. A point for each of you, and a tight opening to the bout.

The rest of the round isn’t nearly so much in your favor, Dozle landing hit after hit - He’s taken your measure as a fighter now, and between his reach and years of experience there’s only so much you can do. …Truth be told he’s not quite as good as Casval at many things, but that probably has more to do with a lack of time to practice than any lack of aptitude, and his reach makes him a menace - For such a mountain of a man he’s very light on his feet, and you almost shudder at the thought of facing him in a fight were her could meaningfully leverage his immense strength.

As your first round concludes you stop briefly to observe Casval and Garma, already well into their second round - It’s going about as badly as you’d expected for Garma, but to his credit he’s sticking with it. Still, you can’t help but notice Artesia wincing every time your brother lands a hit, he’s really handing Garma his ass. You refrain from commenting mid round, and return to your own match with Dozle.

…A match which you already suspect can’t be won, but there’s still some hope at least.

“Allez!” Artesia calls once more, and you carry on your aggressive streak. The first two points are Dozle’s, wispy thin blades meeting in a string of attacks and parries, footwork carrying you both forward and back across the piste.
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>>5496923

Dozle’s the better fencer, but slowly you begin to get a sense of him and find it easier to slip past his guard, snagging another point, and then another. It’s almost as if Dozle is moving more slowly, submerged in unseen water and struggling to push through, a great shadow spreading out behind him and revealing his moves even before he makes them. The peculiar flashes of awareness clue you into Dozle’s intentions the tiniest fraction of a second before he acts, his emotions almost palpable in the air, nearly oppressive in their intensity, and this gives you just enough of an edge to bring you back into something resembling competition.

You’re not going to win, but it won’t be an embarrassment. …It’s still going to be a handy win for Dozle though. The second round comes and goes, as does the third, Dozle comfortably in the lead as he lands the final touch of the match.

You separate and salute, and then remove your masks; Dozle has a big dumb grin spread across his scarred face, and he lets out a tremendously deep laugh.

“That was a great match, Felix!” Dozle thunders, stomping over toward you, “What a third round!”

“Nearly turned it around on you,” You say, stopping to catch your breath, “Very well fought, Dozle.”

“I haven’t had a match like that in ages.” Dozle declares happily, though his attention is soon directed elsewhere, “Casval, how about one?”

“Of course.” You brother agrees, stepping away from Garma, the two of them having been observing the end of your match with Dozle. You more or less trade places with him, standing near Artesia and Garma as the two best fencers in the hall get ready to face off.

“Great work there, Felix.” Garma says, though you can already tell he’s a bit mopey, arms crossed and brow furrowed slightly, “It’s nice to see a match that isn’t a lockout.”

“You did really well, Garma.” Artesia says quietly, giving the young Zabi a sympathetic look, “Casval beats everyone, I think I’ve only ever seen Felix win against him once.”

Artesia’s words seem to buoy Garma a bit, “...Thanks. So you put up with them like this all the time?”

“Mhm.” Artesia confirms, “Isn’t that right, Felix?”

“If you mean we don’t hold back, then yes.” You say with a shrug, a strange noise of squeaking metal drawing your attention to the hall’s door briefly, “...After she got a handle on the basics we stopped with any of that.”

“How about a match, Garma?” Artesia asks, flicking him playfully with her foil and turning his cheeks a bit red again, “Felix, you don’t mind taking a break, do you?”

>”A match? And miss Casval and Dozle? Come on, wait a few minutes. This is going to be a show.”
>”Not at all, I’ll call the match. I could use a break anyways.”
>”...Was somebody just at the door?”
>Write-in.
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>>5496927
>1)”...Was somebody just at the door?”
>2)”Not at all, I’ll call the match. I could use a break anyways.”
As long as that door option isn't Felix looking for a way out.
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I'm glad to see that I was wrong on most of the things I said.

>>5496927
1)
>”Not at all, I’ll call the match. I could use a break anyways.”

2)
>”Not at all, I’ll call the match. I could use a break anyways.”
>”...Was somebody just at the door?”

This should be fun. Besides, we're already exhausted from going with the big guy himself.
It's probably Vivima at the door, isn't it?
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>>5496933
>Spoiler
That's what I'm thinking. I'd be interested if we can get her in on this.
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>>5496935
Yeah, it sounds like fun.

>>5496931
>As long as that door option isn't Felix looking for a way out.
I was worried it might be that, which is why I combined the two votes for the second option.
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>>5496938
>the second option.
*my second option
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>>5496927
>”...Was somebody just at the door?”
>”Not at all, I’ll call the match. I could use a break anyways.”
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Obviously we'd need to watch ourselves around Vivima, since she's likely to report anything we do to Kycilia, but getting a good read on her character is important (and it's unlikely she'll try to do anything bad since Garma and Dozle are around).
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>>5496947
And there's a chance she'll talk to Gihren about us too sometime, so there's that to worry about.
This is all implying it's her to begin with. For all we know it might be Glemy or Mink (though I still think it's more likely to be Vivi).
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>>5496927
>”...Was somebody just at the door?”
>”Not at all, I’ll call the match. I could use a break anyways.”
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>>5496927
>1)”...Was somebody just at the door?”
>2)”Not at all, I’ll call the match. I could use a break anyways.”
[Perception] engaged
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>>5496955
>>5496943
>>5496933
Writing.
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“Not at all, I’ll call the match. I could use a break anyways.” You say, glad to have some time to breathe but already finding your attention drawn back to the door, “...Was somebody just at the door?”

“I didn’t hear anything.” Garma says dismissively, “It was probably just one of the servants cleaning.”

“I didn’t hear anything either.” Artesia says, idly brushing back her hair, her focus almost entirely on Garma.

“...I’m going to check.” You say, unsatisfied. It’s more your vision rather than your hearing, but you’ve always been more perceptive than most people, and you know someone was just there.

Garma and Artesia busy themselves getting their masks back on and moving into position as you stride across the wooden floor of the chamber, quickly reaching the hand carved door and opening it. Other than the lavish decorations there’s nothing to be seen, the hallways outside is empty. You stick your head out a bit further to get a better look around, a few of the half recessed pillars blocking your sight...

“Heya!” A young sounding voice calls out to your right, and you look down to see a blond haired boy of perhaps five years old staring up at you. His bright blue eyes meet your own, an innocent grin spread across his face, “...May we come in?”

Huh, polite kid, though you’re not sure what he means by ‘we’.

You start to say something before a finger taps you on the shoulder, startling you just slightly. You turn around to find yourself face to face with a girl of nearly your own height, her violet eyes searching over your from head to toe, taking your measure, a mischievous smirk spread across her face; Vivima Zabi.

“Hello, Felix.” She almost coos, leaning against the wall pillar she must’ve been hiding behind a moment ago, her voice clear and pretty, “I’ve been looking forward to meeting you for years.”

She’s wearing a dark leather pilot’s jacket and a black blouse, tight pants and black boots completing the almost classic look of a teenage delinquent. Though her features are familiar from portraits around the palace, her shoulder length feathered hair is darker than you expected, but still unmistakably similar Garma’s, and she wears little to no makeup. She smells faintly of flowers… but you’re not quite sure what kind.

You blink, unsure of how to respond for a moment, and Glemy slips past your legs and into the fencing hall, shouting a greeting to Garma - But you’re hardly focused on that right now. You’re not abandoning calling their match, but it can wait for a few seconds at least, you didn't expect this.

>”I’m sure you have, Vivima. The others are inside... Do you fence?” Don’t let her rattle you.
>”...Hello, Vivima.” Let her play her game for a bit.
>”Cute, but you’ll have to try harder than that, Vivima. Half expected we’d need to hunt you down to the simulator to finally meet.” Return fire!
>Write-in.
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>>5497033
>”I’m sure you have, Vivima. The others are inside... Do you fence?” Don’t let her rattle you.
Nope, let's not engage. Especially not with Garma and Dozle just around the corner.
Besides, didn't we literally say we wouldn't try risky seduction earlier?
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>>5497033
>>”I’m sure you have, Vivima. The others are inside... Do you fence?” Don’t let her rattle you.
The others are still waiting for us to call the matches
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>>5497033
>”Cute, but you’ll have to try harder than that, Vivima. Half expected we’d need to hunt you down to the simulator to finally meet.” Return fire!
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>>5497033
>"It's great to finally meet you as well Vivima."
>"Come in, I'm about to call a fencing match between Artesia and Garma, and Dozle and Casval are about to have one as well. I'm sure your brothers would love if you watched."
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>>5497033
>”I’m sure you have, Vivima. The others are inside... Do you fence?” Don’t let her rattle you.
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>>5497046
And this is to be polite, not flirt.
I feel I have to specify, given how previous votes ended up.
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>>5497048
You don't understand we MUST flirt with every woman we come across.
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>>5497050
I have a strong desire too but the line 'I've been looking forward to meeting you for years.' Is an even bigger red flag than the conversation with Kycilia. I think we should be polite and partially ignore her attempts at us. She seems super competitive so it might drive her up the wall better than just outright flirting.
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>>5497033
>"I'm sure you have, Vivima. The others are inside... Do you fence?" Don't let her rattle you.
Fool me once...
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>>5497052
Damn you, you make a valid point But I must stay the course.
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>>5497052
I think Kycilia told her to flirt with us, because of what happened at dinner.
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>>5497033
>”I’m sure you have, Vivima. The others are inside... Do you fence?” Don’t let her rattle you.
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>>5497033
>>”I’m sure you have, Vivima. The others are inside... Do you fence?” Don’t let her rattle you.
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>>5497063
Absolutely, and that's dangerous. Kycilia will absolutely use Viv against us if she thinks she can. If we make Vivima come to us on her own volition then that's a different story.
>>5497062
I understand, anon, do what you must.
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>>5497033
"You were looking forward to meeting me for years? Forgive me if I find that hard to believe, especially when your brother told me he thought us Deikuns were gone for good from what talks he heard. Anyway, I have a match to call. Perhaps you'd like to join us?"
No flirting, play it cool but keep it friendly. That line left me curious as to whether she's been keeping tabs on us with Kycillia, they were keeping Garma pretty out of the loop until recently or if this is just bait for teasing. Hopefully she'll bite.
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>>5497074
>Vivima come to us on her own volition then that's a different story.
That's pretty hopeful, especially considering that she was almost assassinated by a terrorist group funded by Jimba. Getting us and our siblings out of the picture is probably very important to her.
Unless you're talking about us following her somewhere physically, in which case I agree.

>>5497084
This looks like a fun write-in. I'd put my vote on it if it gets more support.
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>>5497035
>>5497037
>>5497047
>>5497060
>>5497064
>>5497070
Don't play along, invite her in.

>>5497044
Engage!

>>5497046
Polite greeting+invitation.

>>5497084
Call her out and then invite her in.

Clear winner here, I'll get to writing in a couple of hours probably.
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“I’m sure you have, Vivima.” You say in an even tone while meeting her gaze, spotting that some sort of game is clearly afoot, not that she took much effort to conceal it, “The other’s are inside… Do you fence?”

Her smirk shrinks somewhat, violet eyes narrowing, “Of course, but I’m not here to play with swords today.”

“You’re welcome to join us anyways,” You reply, motioning lightly with one hand into the fencing chamber, “I was just about to call a match for Artesia and Garma.”

Vivima laughs at your offer, the sound sweet and clear as she strides past you confidently, turning slightly to look back to you as she moves to the small set of stands on the far side, “Of course I’m welcome, it’s our home - You’re welcome to stay.”

“...Your family has been very hospitable.” You say politely, keeping an even tone and shutting the door behind you as you follow Vivima in; she has a pilot’s walk, light and easy, and she surveys the room quickly.

Garma and Artesia are still standing on their piste, but they’re removed their masks once more. Artesia is crouching down near Glemy, speaking to the obviously excited young boy.

“Viv, these are the Deikuns,” Garma explains, a flash of surprise crossing his face, “Artesia and Felix, and over there-”

“Is Casval, yes.” Vivima cuts her brother off, addressing the room as a whole, “It’s a pleasure to meet all of you of course.”

“The pleasure is ours.” Casval replies with his usual charm, “Will you be joining us, Vivima?”

“Only to watch.” She answers, taking a seat at the stands and crossing her legs, hands resting to either side, one of them lightly patting a spot next to her, “But do carry on, these matches look thrilling. Glemy, come over here, I’ll explain anything you don’t understand.”

“Are you sure, little sister?” Dozle rumbles from within his mask, “The academy isn’t far off for you, practicing would be wise.”

“Glemy has never seen a match before,” Vivima says, her voice softening a touch, “Please, Dozle, he doesn’t get these chances often enough.”

“...Of course.” Dozle replies gently, his mask bobbing slightly as he nods, though you still pick up a hint of… reluctance?

Artesia ruffles Glemy’s hair just a little and says something quietly to him, and the boy smiles as he runs off to sit next to Vivima, climbing up onto the stand and leaving his shoes dangling in the air a little ways up from the ground.
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>>5497385

“...Everyone ready?” You question, having stopped between the two pistes for a moment. Garma and Artesia quickly don their masks once again and separate, and a few moments later both sets of fencers deliver their salutes.

“Allez!” You call out, and in a jolt both matches begin, steel meeting steel \mere moments later.

“No need to stand there alone, Felix.” Vivima teases, motioning to the empty spot on her side opposite of Glemy, “I’m sure you can muster the voice needed to call out my brother’s wins from here. I’d like to talk.”

>”Talk can wait for a few more minutes.” Focus on your informal duties. Vivima isn’t actually wrong, you’re already far from following a strict ruleset, but you can do your job a bit better here.
>”Sure, we can talk.” Join her, stay on guard.
>”You shouldn’t place bets blindly, I think you’ll be surprised.” Join her. She’s baiting you, but a bit of friendly competition is hardly a bad thing.
>Write-in.
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>>5497386
>”Sure, we can talk.” Join her, stay on guard.

Her coming here with Glemy is pretty good proof that she's Gihren's spy, not Kycillia's. Its more likely that Kycillia is going to try to use Garma (or even Dozle) against us.
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>>5497386
>”Talk can wait for a few more minutes.” Focus on your informal duties. Vivima isn’t actually wrong, you’re already far from following a strict ruleset, but you can do your job a bit better here.
We said we'd call their match, getting too distracted might be frustrating to Garma.

>>5497390
You make a good point, but I'm still convinced that she's with Kycilia more than Gihren.
Though I suppose the correct answer is that she wants Gihren and Kycilia to get along better and is willing to go do what it takes for it.
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>>5497392
Another point to put Vivi into Gihren's camp is the terrorist attach Jimba funded. QM did say something along the lines of "the attack caused Gihren and Vivima to grow closer". You gotta remember, Kycillia may run the Official Zeon intelligence agency, but Gihren is craftier.
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>>5497397
We should look out for both of them. Dozle and Mink did say that she liked to hang around Kycilia, and it's pretty obvious that she got the idea to seduce us from her as well. Dozle spoke about how she listened to Gihren more than him.
So that's why I feel like she's on both the side of Kycilia and Gihren, probably trying to act more like Kycilia while simultaneously listening to Gihrens wishes.
Most of this is just speculation, but either way Vivi is bad news.
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>>5497386
>”Talk can wait for a few more minutes.” Focus on your informal duties. Vivima isn’t actually wrong, you’re already far from following a strict ruleset, but you can do your job a bit better here.
>>5497405
Ultimately I don't think it really matters which sibling she's working with. She's going to be dangerous, or at least try to be.
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>>5497406
>Ultimately I don't think it really matters which sibling she's working with. She's going to be dangerous, or at least try to be.
Agreed. She'll probably do anything she thinks might hinder us, or at least try to trip us up if she finds the chance.
Though maybe she'll try to do something subtler, taking after the more conniving members of her family.
I guess we'll find out eventually one way or another.
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>>5497417
>I guess we'll find out eventually one way or another.
And that's when we hit her with the uno reverse card and mind break her with our newtype powers.
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>>5497386
>”You shouldn’t place bets blindly, I think you’ll be surprised.” Join her. She’s baiting you, but a bit of friendly competition is hardly a bad thing
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>>5497426
lmao, we'll get the whole family to mass brainwash her.
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>>5497437
*we'll mass brainwash her whole family
Fuck I meant to say that. This is what I get for sleeping less than 5 hours today.
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>>5497442
naw I'm liking your first suggestion better. No better way to bond with your family than a group mindbreak session.
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>>5497455
Fair enough, hope mom gets some cool newtype ability to join in on the fun.
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While it's tempting to see what she has to say, and I almost want to change my vote for that reason, I hope that by ignoring her for a bit we'll make her angry enough to want to spar with us. After which we can start a sort of early Garma-Char relationship with her, and maybe we can break through to her that way. Probably just me being optimistic.
That and I still hold to my reasoning that it might frustrate Garma if Felix is distracted.
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>>5497386
>"That's quite greedy, Miss Vivima, didn't you say you'd explain the sport to a first time viewer? Your family speaks of your many talents, and while I'm sure you can keep track of both young Glimy and I's conversations, I'd say you'd need to sprout another mouth as to make that balancing act not diminish the whole interaction. Glimy's education on fencing wouldn't benefit from a tutor splitting their attention, at the very least."
>>”Talk can wait for a few more minutes.” Focus on your informal duties.
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>>5497386
>”Talk can wait for a few more minutes.” Focus on your informal duties. Vivima isn’t actually wrong, you’re already far from following a strict ruleset, but you can do your job a bit better here.
Focus.
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>>5497386
>”Talk can wait for a few more minutes.” Focus on your informal duties. Vivima isn’t actually wrong, you’re already far from following a strict ruleset, but you can do your job a bit better here.
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>>5497386
>”Sure, we can talk.” Join her, stay on guard.
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>>5497392
>>5497406
>>5497741
>>5497804
Finally back and writing.
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“Talk can wait for a few more minutes.” You reply, keeping your attention focused on the match, looking back just in time to catch Garma landing a touch on Artesia - They really do seem to be much closer in skill level. You call out for them to begin again once they’ve repositioned.

“Suit yourself.” Vivima says with a relaxed shrug, leaning over to Glemy and speaking in a lower voice as she points to the match between Dozle and Casval. Vivima and Glemy look close, and honestly it's rather wholesome; the young boy's face lights up as he watches the fights.

Dozle and Casval of them are almost flowing back and forth across the piste, the slender blades of their foils difficult to track as they meet again and again, each searching for an opening in the others defenses with every attack and counter. Casval is on the offensive, pressing his advantage in speed but clearly coming up against the same issue of reach that you did earlier - These days you’re just about the same height and Dozle absolutely dwarfs either of you. Eventually there’s a slip, the slightest mistake, and…

Dozle scores a touch on Casval. You furrow your brow at the result, some part of you hoping your brother will best the huge man in their match. After a moment to reset you call for them to begin again, and look back to the other match.

And so it goes, point by point, round by round, both of the matches surprisingly tight; Garma is slightly in the lead over Artesia, and Casval is tied with Dozle - Both matches could go either way.

In a final round of furious exchanges Casval manages to barely scrape out a win by a single point, and Artesia loses by two to Garma. Very close all things considered, and if they had rematches it could easily go the other way.

That was a match!” Dozle roars as soon as he and Casval have saluted, removing his mask in one huge hand and stomping over toward your brother to congratulate him on his performance, “We’ll have to go again!”

“A few more at least,” Casval agrees with a bit of genuine enthusiasm, his competitive spirit clearly shining through, “I’ll have you by two next time.”

“Hoho, you’ll be crushed!” Dozles rumbles, “I have not yet begun to fight!”
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>>5498443

You leave the two of them to their boasting, glad to see the plan coming along well on that front at least. Garma and Artesia on the other hand are… Doing even better?

“You fence excellently,” Garma compliments, brushing aside a bit of his purple hair, “You must dance as well, don’t you?”

“I’ve never had much time for it... But I’ve done a little here and there.” Artesia replies, tilting her head a touch, “Why?”

“It’s how you moved, you have a natural grace.” Garma says, really laying it on, “Would you like to practice together sometime?”

“Another match would…” Artesia trails off, her blue eyes widening slightly, “Oh, I… You mean dancing, don’t you?”

“We’re not wanting for rooms for it. What do you say?” Garma says charmingly, flashing a smile; he’s not wrong of course, you’ve seen… three ballrooms in the palace? It’s rather excessive.

“So I’ve seen.” Artesia says with a little laugh, “...I think I’d like that, Garma. How about another match for now though?”

A confusing mix of feelings swells up within you as you see the two of them getting along so… naturally. Garma doesn’t quite seem to be Artesia’s type, but it’s difficult to deny that he has a certain charisma to him, his occasionally somewhat petty comments aside, and he’s fairly handsome… It’s something to discuss with Artesia later at least. You push aside your protective instincts for now, trusting your sister to be able to handle the situation without causing any problems…

And speaking of problems, Vivima is eyeing you from the stands, a mischievous little smirk spread across her face once again as she calls out to her brother, “Garma, can you spar without calls for awhile?”

“What?” Garma asks, taking a moment to get his wits about him and look away from Artesia, “Oh, of course we can, Viv. No problem!”

“We’ll be fine as well.” Casval calls out, shooting you a look and nodding slightly toward Vivima, signaling his support.

…Perhaps keeping all of the present Zabis engaged is for the best. Maybe she’ll change her mind about fencing? Regardless, it’s best to be careful. She’s supposedly close to the truly dangerous Zabis, even if she is the youngest.

>”What was that you were saying about both brothers winning? Looks like we’re one for one.” Join Vivima for a while but try to keep the conversation on fencing, maybe you can coax her into a match.
>”...Nice jacket. You’re a pilot too, right?” Screw fencing, you know what she’s actually interested in.
>”So you’ve been looking forward to this for years, was it?” See just how much she’ll reveal on her own.
>Write-in.
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>>5498444
>>”...Nice jacket. You’re a pilot too, right?” Screw fencing, you know what she’s actually interested in.
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>>5498444
>”...Nice jacket. You’re a pilot too, right?” Screw fencing, you know what she’s actually interested in.

>Dozle impressed by Casval
>Garma has the hots for Artesia
Looks like it's up to Felix to deal with the last real Zabi in the room
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>>5498444
>>”...Nice jacket. You’re a pilot too, right?” Screw fencing, you know what she’s actually interested in.
And what Felix is interested as well.
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>>5498444
1)
>”What was that you were saying about both brothers winning? Looks like we’re one for one.” Join Vivima for a while but try to keep the conversation on fencing, maybe you can coax her into a match.

2)
>”What was that you were saying about both brothers winning? Looks like we’re one for one.” Join Vivima for a while but try to keep the conversation on fencing, maybe you can coax her into a match.
>”...Nice jacket. You’re a pilot too, right?” Screw fencing, you know what she’s actually interested in.
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>>5498444
>”What was that you were saying about both brothers winning? Looks like we’re one for one.” Join Vivima for a while but try to keep the conversation on fencing, maybe you can coax her into a match.
>”...Nice jacket. You’re a pilot too, right?” Screw fencing, you know what she’s actually interested in.
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>>5498444
>”...Nice jacket. You’re a pilot too, right?” Screw fencing, you know what she’s actually interested in.
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>>5498444
>>5498451
Wait, changing my vote to
1)
>”...Nice jacket. You’re a pilot too, right?” Screw fencing, you know what she’s actually interested in.
>”So you’ve been looking forward to this for years, was it?” See just how much she’ll reveal on her own.

2)
>”What was that you were saying about both brothers winning? Looks like we’re one for one.” Join Vivima for a while but try to keep the conversation on fencing, maybe you can coax her into a match.
>”So you’ve been looking forward to this for years, was it?” See just how much she’ll reveal on her own.

3)
>”What was that you were saying about both brothers winning? Looks like we’re one for one.” Join Vivima for a while but try to keep the conversation on fencing, maybe you can coax her into a match.
>”...Nice jacket. You’re a pilot too, right?” Screw fencing, you know what she’s actually interested in.

4)
>”What was that you were saying about both brothers winning? Looks like we’re one for one.” Join Vivima for a while but try to keep the conversation on fencing, maybe you can coax her into a match.

It might be smarter to get Vivima to talk about something she likes and then see what she might reveal after she feels comfortable.
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>>5498444
>>”...Nice jacket. You’re a pilot too, right?” Screw fencing, you know what she’s actually interested in.
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>>5498446
>>5498448
>>5498449
>>5498455
>>5498466
Writing.
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You walk on over to the stands and sit next to Vivima, striking up conversation quickly, “...Nice jacket. You’re a pilot too, right?”

“Oh, right to the good stuff then?” Vivima says, arching an eyebrow, “And here I was hoping for a bit of foreplay. I’m not a pilot, I’m a great pilot.”

Classic Zabi arrogance, great.

“She’s really good!” Glemy confirms happily, tugging at her arm, “We went in a pod and spun and spun, and the robot went bang and-”

“We did have fun, didn’t we? I got the other suit, just like this!” Vivima says, tousling the boy’s blond hair just as Artesia did just a few minutes ago - Glemy squirms a bit under Vivima’s hand, closing his eyes and trying to pull away as she messes with him.

“Stop it!” He protests weakly, already laughing before she pulls her slender hand back, “I’m not a robot!”

“Took a spin in the simulator together? Sounds like fun.” You question, taken a bit off guard by the… cuteness of their interaction. They get along well. Vivima’s more suggestive language toward you is obviously flying right over the boy’s head, he’s way too young to understand any of this really.

“Mhm!” Glemy says, nodding his head a bit too much and making a little mock punch, “She hit the green one’s head off! Pow!”

The sound of quick footsteps and clinking steel signals the start of at least one of the matches, and you look over to see Dozle and Casval already going at it again.

“You haven’t truly flown until you’ve been behind the controls of a mobile suit.” Vivima states matter-of-factly, “But you must already know that, don’t you? Fighting a mobile suit in worker ball, I wish was there for that."

“...Heard about that, huh?” You ask, feeling a little surge of pride, “The cockpits are a bit cramped for two, but they really are works of art.”

Vivima nods, smirking again, “They are. Did you know they have internal cameras?”

“No, I didn’t.” You answer, unsure of where exactly she’s going with this but not liking that mischievous glint in her eye.

“Alright, then how about this - The Zam already sent all of its footage off for my sister’s little underlings to pick over.” Vivima says, working you through the facts until a terrible realization begins to take hold of you, “Including the cockpit recordings. That was quite the tight fit in there with the lieutenant, wasn’t it?”

“Well, it was either that or suffoc-” You start to say, cheeks heating slightly at the memory of the flight with Blanche. It was just a few days ago, and your recollection is quite sharp.

Vivima rolls her eyes, clearly amused, “Pfff, please. You passed on riding in the hand, you had options.”

“My helmet was cracked.” You defend, which is true enough but even to your ears doesn’t sound all that convincing, and so you quickly try to push the conversation elsewhere, “...So what got you into flying?”
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>>5498755

“Subtle transition.” She chides, but mercifully doesn’t linger on the topic any longer, “I’ve just always loved space, it’s as simple as that. First trip to Luna and I got hooked by the view, and when Dozle was showing off mobile suits for the first time I knew I needed more.”

…Not an entirely unfamiliar story. In fact it’s a very familiar story.

“Get to see secret prototypes often?” You joke, only to be surprised by an immediate nod in the affirmative - Of course she does. Zabis.

“I get to see all sorts of secrets, and make more,” She teases in a way that reminds you concerningly of Kycilia, “Sometimes I even share them.”

“She likes to dress-” Glemy starts to share some morsel of information before immediately getting cut off, Vivima’s eyes widening as she spins to stop him.

“And that’s enough of that, Glemy.” Vivima scolds softly, “Remember our promise?”

“...Sorry, Vivi.” Glemy answers with a dejected little nod, but she pulls him into a quick little hug and that seems to get him over the worst of it.

“It’s okay, Glemy. No harm done.” She reassures him, directing her attention back to you a moment later, “Sorry about that, little brother comes first, even if he’s got a bit of a mouth on him. ...Where were we?”

>“Loving space, I think. I had a similar realization when we left years ago, we had to sneak out in a cargo ship and there were these little portholes in the bay…” How about giving genuine conversation a chance?
>”...He’s your brother?” Wow, she’s just dropping information like crazy. That can’t go unaddressed.
>”Prototypes, I think. I’ll bite. What can you talk about?” It’s such obvious bait, but… but you must know!
>Write-in.
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>>5498757
>“Loving space, I think. I had a similar realization when we left years ago, we had to sneak out in a cargo ship and there were these little portholes in the bay…” How about giving genuine conversation a chance?
I can't think of anything this line of conversation might divulge that we wouldn't want her to know, and being genuinely friendly with people is a pretty easy way to catch them off guard.
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>>5498757
>“Loving space, I think. I had a similar realization when we left years ago, we had to sneak out in a cargo ship and there were these little portholes in the bay…” How about giving genuine conversation a chance?
Glemy is legitimate?!? Good to know.
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>>5498757
>“Loving space, I think. I had a similar realization when we left years ago, we had to sneak out in a cargo ship and there were these little portholes in the bay…” How about giving genuine conversation a chance?
Felix should be smart enough (especially after many years of paranoia and watching out for spies) to not say anything that'll raise suspicion or put us and our family at a disadvantage somehow.
Probably best if we don't tell her that she slipped up a bit about Glemy. Give her the illusion that she's doing a good job.
We should definitely tell Cas and Artesia about all the stuff we've learned from her tomorrow while running, and how she's trying so hard to seduce us lmao

>“She likes to dress-”
I'm genuinely curious about that one.
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>>5498770
>our family at a disadvantage somehow.
Also Ramba and Hamon too. I'm really hope Felix won't say anything that'll incriminate them further. Though if things went like they did in Origins then at least Kycilia knows about what they both did to smuggle us to earth.
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>>5498757
>“Loving space, I think. I had a similar realization when we left years ago, we had to sneak out in a cargo ship and there were these little portholes in the bay…” How about giving genuine conversation a chance?

We should make a dig at her over Glemy's "dress" comment. Whatever he was going to say was probably something to do with Gihren's plans, but we should try and play dumb about it like poking at her for "walking around the manor in her pilot suit", or something like that.
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>>5498782
>We should make a dig at her over Glemy's "dress" comment. Whatever he was going to say was probably something to do with Gihren's plans, but we should try and play dumb about it like poking at her for "walking around the manor in her pilot suit", or something like that.
Hah, I'd support that.
As long as Felix doesn't get all flirty about it, just to be clear.
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>>5498784
>As long as Felix doesn't get all flirty about it, just to be clear.
Support this addendum. Felix should tease her in a siblingly way, not in a flirty way.
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>>5498757
>“Loving space, I think. I had a similar realization when we left years ago, we had to sneak out in a cargo ship and there were these little portholes in the bay…” How about giving genuine conversation a chance?

Wait is Glemy one of her older sister/brothers spawn? Passed off as a 'new kid'?
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>>5498796

There's a common headcanon/fan theory that Glemy is either Gihren's son or a clone.
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>>5498802
Dude, Glemy isn't made up like Vivim?
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??? Glemy is one of the main antagonists of Double Zeta.
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If Gihren is the father, could Mink be the mother? Though just saying that feels like a bit of a stretch.

>>5498807
I'm pretty sure he's a canon character.
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>>5498757
>>“Loving space, I think. I had a similar realization when we left years ago, we had to sneak out in a cargo ship and there were these little portholes in the bay…” How about giving genuine conversation a chance?
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>>5498757
>“Loving space, I think. I had a similar realization when we left years ago, we had to sneak out in a cargo ship and there were these little portholes in the bay…” How about giving genuine conversation a chance?
Space!
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>>5498802
Look man, I'm on so much shit right now. I keep forgetting we're an OC donut.
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>>5499051
I'll get to writing in a bit.

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>>5498785
Consider it done!
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“Loving space, I think.” You say, easing up some, “I had a similar realization when we left years ago, we had to sneak out in a cargo ship and there were these little portholes in the bay… All of the stars and the engines of ships leaving the dock, thousands of lights out in the dark… and the weightlessness… It was the first time I’d ever been outside of the colony, I’d never experienced anything like it before.”

Something about her gaze softens slightly, and Vivima closes her eyes for a moment, “I can still picture Luna like it was yesterday. It stays with you… You meant when you left Zeon, didn’t you?”

“Yeah. But we’re back though.” You say, not wanting to linger too much on the details of your escape, “I do wish Zum was an open type colony though, I’ll miss seeing the stars.”

“We…” Vivima starts to speak, seems to reconsider her choice of words, and starts again more carefully, “I could talk with Kycilia about going outside sometimes. You’re not here to just run off again, right?”

You shake your head, ignoring the offer for the moment, “No, we’re here to serve our homela-”

“Oh, shut it.” Vivima says amusedly, pushing against your arm with one hand, “It’s a philosophy thing, isn’t it?”

“What?” You ask, not following immediately.

“Why you’re back - It’s about your father’s philosophy, right?” Vivima presses with something more like real curiosity, her more overt attempts at rattling you abandoned for now, “You don’t strike me as the blood and soil type.”

Your heart skips a beat, she’s cutting dangerously close to the truth but the question itself is innocent enough so long as it doesn’t go too much deeper. Discussing newtypes or your father’s death directly is just asking for trouble.

“...It’s about philosophy as well, yeah.” You answer, scratching at the back of your head with one hand and looking down a bit, “It was wrong to stay away any longer, things are changing and not having our family be a part of it just felt wrong. Father was right about a lot of things, I wasn’t old enough to understand his ideas before we… before we had to leave…”

You stop, trying to center yourself, the topic still an uneasy one to discuss - especially with a Zabi. Dozle wasn’t so bad back on the Zam, but that really just wasn’t the same. Repeating the same reasoning again shouldn’t cause any

“It’s alright, I know how things were.” Vivima says reassuringly, almost gently, and… actually she might be telling the truth? She did get shot supposedly, and a near death experience is bound to leave an impression. It certainly did on you after the villa attack. All the more reason to be careful though, grudges are easy to hold onto and hard to let go of.
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>>5499226

“So what was that about dressing up Glemy said just a minute ago?” You tease lightly, steering back to piloting, “I bet you walk around the palace in a normal suit, don’t you?”

Vivima freezes for a moment before shrugging, trying to hide what must be embarrassment, “...You’ve got me on that one. You’ve done the same though, don’t deny it.”

“I’d nev…” You stop yourself, chuckling as you own up to the habit, ”Okay, a few times at least.”

Dammit, she has a cute smirk. Glemy leans forward, moving more into view and looks like he’s about to say something before thinking better of it and returning to watching the fencing matches; it looks like Artesia is doing better this time, and… Dozle and Casval are still fairly evenly matched, it’s hard to get a feeling for who has the advantage.

Vivima crosses her arms and leans back slightly, keeping her gaze locked on the matches but still speaking just to you, “I heard you three were looking around the simulator earlier, Felix.”

“...Mink told you about that?” You question, a sudden worry flashing through you. You’ve had doubts about her, staff of the Zabis can’t be trusted, but getting information out that fast is almost depressing.

She lets out that sweet, almost mocking laugh of hers again, something about it vaguely familiar, “No, but I’ve got my own ears and eyes in all sorts of places. What kind of sister would I be to Kycilia if I didn’t? She’d never speak to me again, it would be a scandal.”

“That bad?” You ask, fairly certain its just a joke at her sister’s expense but just unsure enough for it to make you a bit nervous - Something that petty does sound like it could be Kycilia.

“No, I’m sure she’d get over it.” Vivima says dismissively, settling your doubts.

“She’s mean!” Glemy mumbles grumpily, “I don’t like Kycilia.”

“No she’s not, Glemy, she’s just busy a lot.” Vivima says, redirecting her attention to the boy, “You said you liked her yesterday, what’s wrong?”

“Gihren said she thinks I’m not family.” Glemy explains quietly, just barely loud enough to hear.

“...I’m sure he was just confused, or maybe she was.” Vivima says softly, pulling the boy closer again, “It was a busy day. I’ll talk to her about it, okay? She loves you, don’t worry. I do too, always.”

“...Okay.” Glemy replies, sniffling a little.

“...Sorry about that.” Vivima apologizes to you, speaking in a hushed tone probably to not upset Glemy further.

“It’s okay.” You assure her, “Nothing to apologize for.”
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>>5499227

“...So, the simulator.” Vivima starts once more, obviously knocked a bit off her game by what Glemy said, “Want to see it later? I can show you the basics, you’re all pilots already so it shouldn’t take long - Then we can get to the real fun. Fair warning though, it takes a while. There’s no time acceleration.”

>”Absolutely I do, I thought you were never going to ask.” Happily accept the offer.
>”...My mother’s meant to be arriving sometime later, I don’t want to miss it. She wasn’t doing well when I saw her yesterday, and it's been years… Another time though, for sure. Tomorrow? I know I’m not going to stop once it gets going.” Keep things genuine.
>”Looking for competition, huh? How about a fencing match first, and then we’ll see where things go.”
>Write-in.
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>>5499228
>”...My mother’s meant to be arriving sometime later, I don’t want to miss it. She wasn’t doing well when I saw her yesterday, and it's been years… Another time though, for sure. Tomorrow? I know I’m not going to stop once it gets going.” Keep things genuine.
>"I have been waiting to try out this simulator since seeing the mobile suit in action, but I've been waiting to have my family reunited for even longer then that."
>"I've been told I'm a natural at piloting tough, so don't worry too much about how long it is going to take."
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>>5499228
>>”...My mother’s meant to be arriving sometime later, I don’t want to miss it. She wasn’t doing well when I saw her yesterday, and it's been years… Another time though, for sure. Tomorrow? I know I’m not going to stop once it gets going.” Keep things genuine.
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>>5499228
>”...My mother’s meant to be arriving sometime later, I don’t want to miss it. She wasn’t doing well when I saw her yesterday, and it's been years… Another time though, for sure. Tomorrow? I know I’m not going to stop once it gets going.” Keep things genuine.
Baaaah as much as I want to jump oon the sim, family comes first.
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>>5499228
1)
>”...My mother’s meant to be arriving sometime later, I don’t want to miss it. She wasn’t doing well when I saw her yesterday, and it's been years… Another time though, for sure. Tomorrow? I know I’m not going to stop once it gets going.” Keep things genuine.
>”Looking for competition, huh? How about a fencing match first, and then we’ll see where things go.”

2)
>”...My mother’s meant to be arriving sometime later, I don’t want to miss it. She wasn’t doing well when I saw her yesterday, and it's been years… Another time though, for sure. Tomorrow? I know I’m not going to stop once it gets going.” Keep things genuine.

I still want to go for at least one match, see were her skill level is at.
But family should take priority for us.
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Also Vivima feels like some sort of Felix's mirror, with the whole space/piloting love, trying to keep the family together, surviving attempts on their life, helping their sibling with plans, etc.
I wonder if it was intentional and she would change to match us, or it was planned for her to be somewhat like that and we accidentally did it.
Maybe it was the attack that was what changed things, since she was some sort of singer before.
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>Dammit, she has a cute smirk.
>She lets out that sweet, almost mocking laugh of hers again, something about it vaguely familiar,
Okay, let's not let her get to us. She might be one of the bigger obstacles to our family, behind Gihren, Kycilia and Degwin.
Also we should make sure we don't go alone with her tomorrow, that's just asking for something bad to happen.
And if we really want to turn Glemy to our side we need to get him to trust us and keep him away from Vivima, since she'll want to endear him to Kycilia and Gihren.

>Glemy leans forward, moving more into view and looks like he’s about to say something before thinking better of it and returning to watching the fencing matches
Normal suits weren't what she was wearing, was it?

>>5499246
The assassination attempt was definitely a major event her life. What you're saying about her being a mirror of Felix is pretty much on point, thought there are some key differences. Honestly it's pretty poetic how it turned out.
It's a shame the fact that she wants her family (the fucking Zabis) to get closer and work together is bad not just for us but pretty much all of humanity.
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>>5499228
>”...My mother’s meant to be arriving sometime later, I don’t want to miss it. She wasn’t doing well when I saw her yesterday, and it's been years… Another time though, for sure. Tomorrow? I know I’m not going to stop once it gets going.” Keep things genuine
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>>5499228
>”...My mother’s meant to be arriving sometime later, I don’t want to miss it. She wasn’t doing well when I saw her yesterday, and it's been years… Another time though, for sure. Tomorrow? I know I’m not going to stop once it gets going.” Keep things genuine.

VIVIMA YOU FOOL, YOU'VE GIVEN US YOUR WEAKNESS.

This small bastard son and your care for approval from your eldest sister!
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>>5499228
>”...My mother’s meant to be arriving sometime later, I don’t want to miss it. She wasn’t doing well when I saw her yesterday, and it's been years… Another time though, for sure. Tomorrow? I know I’m not going to stop once it gets going.” Keep things genuine.
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>>5499299
Writing.
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“...My mother’s meant to be arriving sometime later, I don’t want to miss it. She wasn’t doing well when I saw her yesterday, and it’s been years…” You reply, disappointed as you realize that the timing likely just won’t work out, “Another time though, for sure. How about tomorrow? I just know I’m not going to stop once it gets going.”

Vivima violet eyes look pained as she listens intently, waiting for you to finish, “Of course it can wait. I should have thought of that... sorry. Tomorrow works just as well.”

“Is she nice?” Glemy asks curiously leaning forward again, eyes wide as he looks up to you.

“She is… Actually I think she’ll really like you.” You say, smiling as you meet the boy’s eyes, a little caught up in thoughts of just how much he looks like you and your brother did in old photos, “She’s been very sick though, so you might not be able to see her for a while. She'll need to rest.”

“What was wrong?” Glemy asks. You can’t help but wince a little at the question; how do you even explain that?

Vivima purses her lips, a concerned look flashing across her face, “That’s… complicated, Glemy. She had to stay in one place for a very long time, and it made her feel bad. After a long time it made her sick, but she’ll be better soon. That’s good, isn’t it?”

“Oh. Yeah, that is good! But…” Glemy says, and you can tell he’s about to ask a barrage of additional questions but stops as Vivima shakes her head, falling silent before he can get the next one out.

Vivima stays quiet for a few moments afterward, brow furrowed slightly and deep in contemplation, weighing some decision you can’t even begin to guess at. She bites at her lower lip a little, a nervous habit probably, and returns to her previous focus shortly afterward, flashing those confident violet eyes of hers again.

“Dozle’s winning, I knew he would.” She says proudly, looking toward the match between your brother and the largest of hers.

“No way, Casval was in the lead a second…” You begin, but upon paying more attention to their match you realize that Vivima might be right, your brother is looking rather hard pressed and starting to slow. They’re at the tail end of their third round, and though you’re not sure what the score actually is, it looks like both have worn themselves down, which is definitely worse for your brother. When Casval is tired he gets slow, but when Dozle gets tired he’s slow and still huge.
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>>5499567

There’s really no contesting that Dozle will probably win now, and so you watch the other match for a bit, “Looks like Artesia has Garma though.”

“...He’s probably just letting her win.” Vivima says with a shrug, moments before Artesia lands a touch, “Or maybe not.”

You laugh, Artesia’s timing there was impeccable if entirely coincidental, “She’s good.”

Vivima arches an eyebrow, “Good enough to cut it at the academy?”

“Yes.” You answer confidently, though in truth you do have some doubts. She’s capable, the academics and discipline won’t be an issue at all, but physically… Well, you’re working on that together.

“If you say so. She’s going to be in our class, right?” Vivima replies, that mischievous look from earlier settling naturally back on her.

“She is.” You confirm, though you’re fairly confident you’d never mentioned it to her - It’s likely more information from Kycilia… or maybe just Dozle, not everything has to be from spying, “She wants to go through the medical training program… Why are you going, exactly? Just for piloting?”

“I believe in the cause.” She says without hesitation, “Space belongs to spacenoids, it’s our destiny to rule over the stars. The federation is the last gasp of a dead period of history, it’s inevitable that it has to be brushed aside.”

Well, that’s certainly one way to state the ideals of Zeon, if more than a little ominous. Very Gihren.

“...But also because I want to make Dozle proud, and leading the cadet choir sounded like fun…”

“And the piloting?” You question again, eliciting a sweet and clear laugh from her.

“Yes, and the piloting. A lot of it is piloting. It’s what pushed me over the edge instead of running the political circuit permanently with Gihren. What made you pull the trigger?”

The fencing matches are both almost at an end. We’ll be moving on from this soon.

>”I believe in the cause too, the sooner everyone moves into space the better… even if that takes a bit of a push.”
>”Casval was set on the idea, and I wasn’t going to leave him on his own. Artesia’s going for basically the same reason I think.”
>”I had a hard time imagining myself doing anything else. What else is there, flying commercial? Bleh, just shoot me at that point.”
>Write-in.
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>>5499571
>”I believe in the cause too, the sooner everyone moves into space the better… even if that takes a bit of a push.”
>”I had a hard time imagining myself doing anything else. What else is there, flying commercial? Bleh, just shoot me at that point.”
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>>5499571
>I don't think it really matters where you live. On a planet, on a station... it's all in space in the end. What really matters is they think they're somehow better than us somehow, because they live on a speck of dirt.
>What i want... what i really want, is for spacenoids to get the respect they deserve. Hell, it's harder living up here than it is planetside. It takes skill, bravery and ingenuity just to keep things running.
>But we'll get there someday. As long as we don't let anyone trample all over us. That's why i'm a pilot... because i'm proud to be who i am, and i won't let anyone tell me i'm worth less for it.
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>>5499571
>It started with Casval being hardset on the idea, But I slowly fell into caring about the cause and the sooner that it will be for all involved.
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>>5499571
>”I believe in the cause too, the sooner everyone moves into space the better… even if that takes a bit of a push.”
>”I had a hard time imagining myself doing anything else. What else is there, flying commercial? Bleh, just shoot me at that point.”
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>>5499571
>”I believe in the cause too, the sooner everyone moves into space the better… even if that takes a bit of a push.”
>”Casval was set on the idea, and I wasn’t going to leave him on his own. Artesia’s going for basically the same reason I think.”
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>>5499571
>”I believe it's the destiny of humanity to go into space. The Earth should be kept as our sacred cradle, not as something that will bind us with its gravity."
My write in is more of a suggestion than an actual vote, it seems appropriate to say if we're going to go with the first option or some combination that has it.

While the first option isn't a lie, we definitely aren't as extreme as Gihren or Char when it comes to making humans go into space.
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>>5499571

>”I believe in the cause too, the sooner everyone moves into space the better… even if that takes a bit of a push.”
Preferably a bit more philosophically stated, what with Felix's genuine belief in contolism

>”I had a hard time imagining myself doing anything else. What else is there, flying commercial? Bleh, just shoot me at that point.”
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>>5499571
this >>5499601
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>>5499638
Writing.

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>>5499645
Mixing in a bit of this.
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“I believe in the cause too. It’s the destiny of mankind to move entirely into space. The earth should be kept as our sacred cradle, we can’t afford to be shackled to our past anymore. Once they’re free of gravity I’m sure people will begin to understand.” You speak from the heart, the words coming easily to you, “...It just might take a bit of a push for some of them.”

Vivima’s violet eyes narrow, examining you carefully as you give your little speech - Searching for something, deceit perhaps, until she’s eventually satisfied, “That’s very idealistic... but you really believe that, don’t you?”

“I do.” You confirm resolutely, “Don’t you?”

“It’s going to take more than just a push, Felix, but… It’s a beautiful dream.” Vivima replies, a chill running down your spine as she unwittingly echoes your brother’s words, “So that’s why you want to go to the academy, you think you need to be the person to give that push?”

“Just a person to help things along if I’m needed.” You clarify, trying to move past that brief feeling of unease her words caused you and steer away from philosophy, “...And I had a hard time imagining myself doing anything else, flying is my passion. What else is there besides the military, flying commercial? Bleh, just shoot me at that point.”

Vivima scoffs, “Commercial? Don’t worry, I’d make sure it was painless.”

“What’s this about painless deaths?” Casval asks, walking over from pistes, his mask and foil in either hand. Dozle is close behind him, absolutely dwarfing your brother.

“Just a bit of good humor, I hope.” Dozle says suspiciously, his brow furrowing as he looks between you and Vivima. Glemy holds onto Vivima’s sleeve as the huge man surveys you, keeping close to her.

“He said he’d rather die than fail in service to Zeon.” Vivima explains, taking a very liberal interpretation of your joke. Is she covering for you or is that some sort of poorly veiled threat?

“...Kids really talk like that these days?” Dozle wonders aloud, mostly to himself, before shrugging, “Well, that’s commendable, Felix, keep up the patriotic spirit! I’ll make a soldier out of you soon enough.”

“Yes, sir.” You reply immediately, which seems to please him, but a question is still nagging at your mind, “...Who won the match?”

“He did, three points up.” Casval says, obviously a bit winded by the ordeal, “Hardest match I’ve ever had. I want to go again.”

“That was the agreement; I never break my promises, Casval.” Dozle rumbles, raising a clenched fist, “I do break my opponents though! Hohoho!"
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>>5499980

“Glad to hear it’s going well for someone,” Garma shouts from a ways off, he and Artesia having just finished their own match.

“I won!” Artesia says excitedly, hurrying over toward you and your brother; you stand to meet her, and she wraps you in a hug. It’s the first time she’s actually won a match… Ever, now that you think about it. She’s done ‘well’ in training matches before, but never outright beat either you or Casval.

“Great work, Artesia.” Casval says, and you echo his congratulations, “Think you’ve got a few more in you?”

Filled with a fire you rarely see, Artesia ecstatically agrees, “Absolutely! Who wants to go? …Vivima?”

“Just here to watch.” Vivima states once more, “Next time though.”

“Sure.” Artesia agrees, not lingering on the issue and instead looking to everyone else, “Felix? You’ve been out for a few.”

You nod and get up from the stands, retrieving your mask and foil…

An hour later.

You’re tired. The coffee and energy from breakfast is starting to wear off, and fencing like this is exhausting; you’ve had matches with everyone again, wins and losses coming up about as you’d expect - Garma and Artesia just aren’t strong opponents relative to you, and while in theory Casval and Dozle are within your ability it's a terrible uphill battle against either of them. Still, it was fun.

Toward the end of it Vivima and Artesia had some time to talk, your sister taking a break from the matches to get to know her - Unfortunately you missed most of their conversation, but you didn’t need to know the exact words to see that Glemy enjoyed quite a bit more attention from the two of them. The Zabis, including whatever Glemy counts as, then said their farewells and parted ways with you and your siblings.

A few minutes later.

Walking back toward your rooms through the baroque hallways of the Zabi palace, you’re discussing the events of the morning with your siblings - To the extent you even can, some of it will have to wait for the morning.

“I like Garma.” Artesia starts the conversation, somehow managing to sound bashful despite initiating the topic. Maybe it’s just a performance for the bugs?

“You like Glemy.” You tease, and she does nothing to deny it. Little kids have been a soft spot for her since the refugee camp, one that she seemed to share with Vivima.

“He’s adorable, how could I not?” Your sister admits easily, “I think he’s one of them, just… not legitimate. I didn’t ask, it seemed way too rude.”

“Vivima said Glemy was her little brother, but I don’t think she meant it literally.” You say, nearly gagging at the thought, “...I really don’t want to imagine what that would take.”

Casval looks disgusted but laughs anyways, “Degwin? At that age? I didn’t need that image in my head.”

“Lets not talk about that, agreed?” Artesia practically begs, shuddering a little.
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>>5499982

Ahead of you lies a beautiful flight of wooden stairs, masterfully crafted to standards that make even the finest work at the villa pale in comparison. On the way down you continue speaking.

“You seemed to get along well with Vivima.” Artesia prompts, the three of you passing by a huge painting of the Gihren - Its smug aura mocks you.

“...We had a lot to talk about.” You answer somewhat cryptically, “And we had more in common than I expected. She invited us to try the simulator tomorrow.”

“That’s great,” Casval says, wrapping an arm around you and squeezing your shoulder a little, “How’d I end up with Dozle again? This doesn't seem fair.”

“Life is cruel, brother.” You joke, though part of you would have preferred the huge man, he’s a known quantity and you got along very well on the ship. A potentially life threatening vixen will have to do - In truth you’re still a bit confused over Kycilia from last night, and Vivima’s similar mannerisms just… god, you really wish they didn’t get to you as easily as they do.

>Continue discussion (Suggest topics, mind the bugs)
>Skip to your mother's arrival.
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>>5499984
>Continue discussion (Suggest topics, mind the bugs)
>"I wonder how Lucifer is doing? I hope there isn't any trouble in getting him, you both know how he is with strangers." An innocent enough topic.
>"Speaking of which, I hope Teabolo is doing alright..."
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Felix really needs to get his shit together when it comes to women. Having a weakness to a certain type of woman is the classic downfall of any guy.
Casval was probably right about what Kycilia did, and I bet she knows how to get in the heads of hormonal teenagers best considering her line of work.
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>>5499984
>Skip to your mother's arrival.

There really isn't much to chat about that wouldn't just be filler.
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>>5499984
>Skip to your mother's arrival
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>>5499987
I'll support this
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Bit of talk.

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Skip.

Tied for now. It's going to be awhile until I can get the next update out, so I'll let things keeping going. Depending on topics for talking it might get thrown in with a skip, some are probably really short to discuss.

Never trust a Zabi!
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>>5499984
>Skip to your mother's arrival.
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>>5499984
>Skip to your mother's arrival.
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>>5499984
>Skip to your mother's arrival
BEWARE YONDER SPACE-WENCHES YOUNG FELIX
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Writing.
I've been writing for a bit now and I just forgot to lock in the vote, oops.
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A few hours later

There are days that feel like hours, and hours that feel like days. Human perception is a strange thing, time as fluid as the emotions of the people experiencing it, and it has been moving achingly slowly since this morning, crawling along like tar on a cold day, almost frozen.

The grandfather clock in your living room is mocking you. Its arms seem to refuse to move, no matter how long you stare. Casval taps lightly at the table, a slow, steady rhythm that only emphasizes the monotony, only interrupted by the sound of Artesia turning the pages of a little green book she found on one of the shelves of her room. Lunch was served a little while ago by Mink, but even that distraction was short lived, and without an exact time for your mother’s arrival the three of you have just been left waiting… and waiting…

The Zabis have been nowhere to be seen, off to attend their own plots or prior plans, and the staff go mostly unseen with their work, other than Mink at least but even she’s not here anymore. She was gone as soon as lunch finished and got cleaned up, though she was rather slow about it.

You talked for a little while with your siblings, about Teabolo and Lucifer, and a few other things, but it didn’t amount to much. Mostly just more wishing and hope, almost everything out of your control now. It’s those damned bugs making everything so dreary, you can hardly talk about anything. Every conversation is a performance put on for Kycilia, like she’s some specter haunting your every word and move. It’s exhausting.

There’s a knock on the door.

Casval ceases his tapping and stands at once, moving to answer it. Turning the handle and stepping back, the door opens to reveal a blond haired woman in a wheelchair, her face sunken and hollow, but a warm smile spread across it nonetheless.

Your mother. Immediately you stand, rushing over to greet her along with Artesia, but you stop for a moment to allow the soldier assisting her to push her chair fully into the room.

“I can take it from here.” Casval says, nodding to the guard and accepting a small bag from him.

“There will be doctors checking in on a regular schedule; the first will be arriving in two hours. The spare room is being prepared for her stay, and her medications are in that bag, make sure-” The soldier begins to explain before being cut off by your mother’s quiet voice.

“I remember the instructions, Loro.” Your mother says kindly, “Thank you for taking me this far, and send Ramba my thanks as well.”
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>>5500590

“...Ma’am.” Loro replies, adjusting his well-fitted green uniform slightly, “It was a pleasure.”

He departs after, closing the door on his way out, and Artesia immediately moves to your mother, leaning down a little to wrap her in a hug.

“Mom! I’m so glad you’re here!” Artesia says in a quavering voice, blond hair pressing up against the identical hue of your mother’s as they embrace, “I… I didn’t think they’d really do it.”

“It’s so good to see all of you, I love you so much…” Your mother replies teary eyed, Artesia pulling away a moment later and speaking quiet words of comfort. They look so alike in so many ways, but years of isolation have left your mother almost skeletal, half-remembered impressions of what she used to look like filling in the blanks of their resemblance.

“We made a deal with Degwin, we’re to help Garma prepare for the academy.” Casval explains as he pushes the wheelchair further into the room and over to the table, stopping kiss your mother on the forehead, almost the way a father would with a child - It’s a sweet gesture, but it still feels strange that the role of caretaker really has been reversed entirely. You settle for a hug, but don’t linger for too long, knowing you’ll have a hard time keeping yourself together if you do.

“He agreed to bring you here before asking anything from us other than to make peace,” You add, “I asked how we could repay him and… that’s all he wanted.”

A wave of relief washes over your mother’s face, “Oh, if only things could have been so simple years ago. Do you think he meant it? Time can change a person a great deal.”

“I hope so. We fenced with Garma and Dozle earlier and got along so well, and…” Artesia relays your morning activities excitedly, unseen warmth and joy radiating from her very presence, a flash of insight into her feelings that causes your own heart to soar, and you can’t help but smile. The next few minutes are spent with the three of you recounting your meeting to her, the burden of speaking around sensitive topics hardly dragging down your spirits.

>”...I think you’ll like Glemy, mom. Don’t you think so too, Artesia? He really took to you right away.” Giving her something to focus on other than worrying about the Zabis might be good for her.
>”...That soldier who brought you in was one of Ramba’s men?” You’ll probably see more of Ramba and Hamon in time, at least from how Dozle talked, but you’re curious - You would’ve expected one of Kycilia or Gihren’s goons.
>”There’s something I think I could use some advice about, mom. I’ve been having some… girl troubles, I guess you could call them.”
>Write-in.
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>>5500593
1)
>”...I think you’ll like Glemy, mom. Don’t you think so too, Artesia? He really took to you right away.” Giving her something to focus on other than worrying about the Zabis might be good for her.
>”There’s something I think I could use some advice about, mom. I’ve been having some… girl troubles, I guess you could call them.”
2)
>”...I think you’ll like Glemy, mom. Don’t you think so too, Artesia? He really took to you right away.” Giving her something to focus on other than worrying about the Zabis might be good for her.
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>>5500593
>”...I think you’ll like Glemy, mom. Don’t you think so too, Artesia? He really took to you right away.” Giving her something to focus on other than worrying about the Zabis might be good for her.
>”There’s something I think I could use some advice about, mom. I’ve been having some… girl troubles, I guess you could call them.”
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>>5500593
>”...I think you’ll like Glemy, mom. Don’t you think so too, Artesia? He really took to you right away.” Giving her something to focus on other than worrying about the Zabis might be good for her.
>”...That soldier who brought you in was one of Ramba’s men?” You’ll probably see more of Ramba and Hamon in time, at least from how Dozle talked, but you’re curious - You would’ve expected one of Kycilia or Gihren’s goons.
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>>5500593
1)
>”...I think you’ll like Glemy, mom. Don’t you think so too, Artesia? He really took to you right away.” Giving her something to focus on other than worrying about the Zabis might be good for her.
>”There’s something I think I could use some advice about, mom. I’ve been having some… girl troubles, I guess you could call them.”
Getting Glemy on our side is important, and while it's risky to talk to mom about Vivima (hopefully she doesn't say something like 'give her a chance', that would really mess with Felix's mind and our plans) still it's good to know what she might say.


2)
>”...I think you’ll like Glemy, mom. Don’t you think so too, Artesia? He really took to you right away.” Giving her something to focus on other than worrying about the Zabis might be good for her.
>”...That soldier who brought you in was one of Ramba’s men?” You’ll probably see more of Ramba and Hamon in time, at least from how Dozle talked, but you’re curious - You would’ve expected one of Kycilia or Gihren’s goons.
>”There’s something I think I could use some advice about, mom. I’ve been having some… girl troubles, I guess you could call them.”
All of these things are important to talk about, but I don't want Felix to monopolize speaking with her.
I just hope we can talk about Ramba later, since he might just be an important piece for getting power here.

3)
>”...I think you’ll like Glemy, mom. Don’t you think so too, Artesia? He really took to you right away.” Giving her something to focus on other than worrying about the Zabis might be good for her.
>”...That soldier who brought you in was one of Ramba’s men?” You’ll probably see more of Ramba and Hamon in time, at least from how Dozle talked, but you’re curious - You would’ve expected one of Kycilia or Gihren’s goons.
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>>5500605
>that would really mess with Felix's mind and our plans
I take that back, Felix should be smart enough to know that Vivima would do nearly anything for Gihren and Kycilia to get along and be happy. If it's a choice between Vi and Felix's family the decision should easily be our family, even if mom tells us otherwise.
We could always tell mom later about where Vivi stands (if mom doesn't know already), and what our plans regarding the Zabis are (maybe we could write it to her using some paper around the place?)
Besides, part of me doubts mom would want us to be with a smaller and more incompetent version of Kycilia that has Gihren's beliefs.
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>>5500596
>>5500598
>>5500605
Glemy+Advice

Back and writing. Had a family health scare that took up most of a couple of hours, looks like things are fine though thankfully.
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>>5500796
>spoiler
Hope everything really is alright. Don't worry about not updating if things are serious like that, Contolist.
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“...I think you’ll like Glemy, mom.” You say, adjusting your posture a bit to sit more comfortable in your chair, the four of you having been talking for some time now, “Don’t you think so too, Artesia? He really took to you right away.”

“He ran right over to me, he was so happy to see me,” Artesia says with a sigh, “I think he thought I was someone else. He looks so much like Casval and Felix, he could be our younger brother if I didn’t know better.”

Your mother takes a small sip of water that you fetched for her earlier, moving the mostly empty glass with great care and focus, “...He’s one of the Zabis? I believe you said that earlier.”

“Vivima called him her brother.” You say, wishing you knew more than that; the ages don’t really line up well for it to be true unless Degwin is off doing unspeakable things.

“He’s likely just an illegitimate child.” Casval says, floating a theory you’d been pondering already, “Probably Gihren’s.”

“And he thought you were someone else, dear?” Your mother questions, looking at Artesia; your sister nods, and your mother stops to consider things quietly for a few moments before speaking again, “He might have thought you were related, maybe his mother or sister? He must be so lonely, I remember how you used to get lost in Roselucia’s manor… but it sounds like Vivima was taking good care of him.”

“They did seem to be close,” You agree, the thought of their wholesome little interactions bringing a smile to your face, “...but some of the things we’ve heard make me think she might be one of the only ones to treat him that well. Even Dozle didn’t seen keen, and he’s… Well, he’s a family man. It’s almost all he’s about, other than the military.”

“That’s what I thought.” She says, taking another small sip with focused effort and care, “I would like to meet Glemy. You were both so cute at that age, and it… it doesn’t feel like it was that long ago. I’ve missed it.”

“We’re not cute anymore?” Casval teases, a genuine happiness about him you've only seen glimpses of these last few years, and your mother has to suppress a small laugh, shaking her head.

“You’ve both grown into handsome young men,” Your mother says, a twinkle of pride in her blue eyes, “I hope you haven’t been going around breaking any hearts though.”
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>>5500989

“They can both be idiots,” Artesia says jokingly, “But not like that, mom. …Mostly.”

“Mostly?”

“I’ve been fine.” Casval says quickly, holding up his hands, “No problems over here at all.”

Her gaze drifts to you, and your cheeks flush in embarrassment as her blue eyes narrow.

“...Yeah, there’s something I think I could use some advice about, mom.” You admit sheepishly, “I’ve been having some… girl troubles, I guess you could call them.”

“He flirts with everyone.” Artesia says with an exasperated sigh, “Everyone.

“Oh my, dear. I see how that could make trouble.” Your mother tuts, reaching over to you with one of her skinny hands, placing it atop your own on the wooden table, “It’s terrible to lead girls on like that, Felix.”

“I’ve been trying to stop it, but it just sort of happens. I uhm, I like them, and it just slips out.” You explain, “And they come after me first a lot of the time, apparently I was ‘making looks’ at them…”

Your mother laughs, shaking her head, “I was a lounge singer before I met your father, dear, I understand how it is. You haven’t… done anything foolish though, have you?”

“Foolish? I… no, I haven’t.” You reply, further embarrassed as you get her meaning, the fact that you haven’t even kissed a girl rising up in your mind; it’s not as if the opportunity hasn’t presented itself, you’ve just been busy and always decided against it.

“Oh thank god, that makes this much easier.” She replies with a sigh of relief, “I was worried I might be a grandmother soon.”

“Mom!” You protest, turning bright red, Casval and Artesia nearly going into hysterics at your reaction; eventually their fits of laughter pass, your mother furrowing her brow and giving them both quite a look.

“...So it’s just trouble from flirting? Oh, that’s mostly harmless.” Your mother says with a dismissive wave.

“He’s nearly gotten us into trouble before though, he got drunk with one and….” Artesia complains, apparently not liking the change in tone but shutting up anyways before she reveals too much about Blanche within earshot of the room’s many bugs.

“Drunk?” Your mother asks, “And still… nothing?”

“Nothing, mom.” You confirm, incredibly embarrassed, this whole thing feeling a bit like an interrogation by this point.

“I think you have things under control just fine then.” She says, squeezing your hand a little, “That’s more restraint than most men twice your age… but just how did you get drunk? You’re too young for that sort of thing.”

“I, uh, it sort of just happened,” You say, fear jolting through you as something far worse than a mobile suit prepares an attack run, and you begin to blabber out an explanation, “She was older and so lonely, and she had Munzo Comet, and I-”
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>>5500993

“Oh.” Your mother stops you at the mention of the drink, covering her mouth with one hand as her cheeks turn red, “I… Oh dear. That’s almost exactly how I met your father. It’s a good drink, isn’t it?”

You nod. It’s very good, dangerously so.

“Mom, you’re not supposed to be encouraging him!” Artesia protests again, a look of horror on her face.

“It was the best decision I ever made, Artesia, even if it might have been foolish at the time.” Your mother answers with a reminiscing sigh, clearly feeling no need to defend her own actions, “...But maybe you do have a point, dear. Felix, do as I say, not as I do.”

“Yes, ma’am.” You say with barely suppressed laughter. It’s difficult to imagine her as being anything other than a mild mannered caretaker, but apparently she had a more exciting past than you’d considered. She was a long time friend of Hamon, and she was wild enough to steal a guntank… Perhaps you’ve inherited your weakness for dangerous women from your father.

“I should have brought popcorn for this.” Casval says, mostly to himself, largely staying out of the mess and just enjoying the show.

“...Felix, dear, do be careful though.” You mother insists, the veil of responsibility raising over her once again, “Is there any one girl in particular you’ve been having… trouble with? Someone special maybe?”

“Elena.” You say immediately, “She’s a good friend, but I…”

“The girl from Spain?” Your mother asks with a knowing smile, “I saw how you talked about her yesterday, even in just that little story about… Oh, never mind that. What’s wrong between you?”

“Well, it's the distance, mostly. She’s on Luna. We’ve been writing for a few years now, every week. I’m not sure what we are, really, we haven’t called it anything…” You say, struggling to find the words to describe your history with Elena, “...And honestly when we were in Spain it was mostly her going after me, I didn’t know what to think about it then either.”
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>>5501005

Your mother nods in understanding, “I see. She’s pretty?”

“...Very.” You reply.

“And you clearly like her.”

“We’re really good friends.” You agree, “I saved her life, but it’s not just that, we tell each other so much… I trust her.”

“Have you dated anyone else?”

“...No.” You say, shaking your head and furrowing your brow a bit but deciding not to risk alluding to Tryphosa at all. It certainly wasn’t dating, but your bond is… very deep, but not quite romantic. She’s out there somewhere, thinking of you. You can feel it sometimes, but the feeling always passes…

“Hmm. If you say so, dear.” Your mother finally says after studying your face carefully, tilting her head a bit to the side just as Artesia often does, “Has Elena?”

“Not that she’s mentioned.” You say, but there’s no way to be completely certain. The photos she sends you are… Well, she knows what she’s sending, and it's hard to imagine that going over well with any guy if they found out.

“It sounds as if you have a choice to make then, and that’s not something I can do for you, dear.”

“...I’ll think about it. Thanks, mom.”

Vote one:
>Elena.
>Figure it out later, kick that can right down the fucking road.

“No other issues?”

“Not any that advice will help. …I like troublemakers a little too much, I suppose.” You say, well past the point of embarrassment by now, but still wary of who might be listening in.

Your mother purses her lips at the mention of ‘troublemakers’, intuiting the rest, “Bad girls? Well, you’re right, I’m not sure there’s any helping that, dear. It fades some with age and experience, and being aware of it as a problem is a very good sign, I’m proud of you. Having someone else already helps too, it’s harder to get caught in a game if you have your mind on a completely different one.”

Of course there isn’t an easy fix, but you’re still happy for the advice, “...I guess that makes sense.”

“Hamon and I used to be little troublemakers ourselves, we’d show up at parties pretending to be socialites, always in these awful disguises, and… And I don’t think you want to hear those stories.”

“...I wouldn’t mind hearing about it… but maybe not with them?” Artesia says sheepishly, seemingly having come to terms with the fact that your mother might not have always been a demure caretaker.

Vote two:
>Skip to the next day. Your morning run and the simulator await!
>Other topics? (Write-in.)
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>>5501010
You can't do this to us Contolist, we're not ready!
>Figure it out later, kick that can right down the fucking road.
>Skip to the next day. Your morning run and the simulator await!
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>>5501010
>Figure it out later, kick that can right down the fucking road.
>Skip to the next day. Your morning run and the simulator await!
I got nothing else. And... yeah, this is thread 2, this is a choice to kick into the future, we do not know enough about anyone yet.
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>>5501010
Vote one:
>Elena.
Ahh, I really don't want to vote for her (or any of the waifus really), but having a girl we care about MIGHT be the best way to steer us away from doing something stupid and/or get played around with Kycilia or Vivima.
I'm more looking at the fact that we can break up with Elena eventually, but that in itself might be messy.

>Vote two:
>Other topics? (Write-in.)
>”...That soldier who brought you in was one of Ramba’s men?” You’ll probably see more of Ramba and Hamon in time, at least from how Dozle talked, but you’re curious - You would’ve expected one of Kycilia or Gihren’s goons.
I'm glad we have a chance to talk about this.
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>>5501010
>>5501022
And just because I really want to speak with her about Ramba, I'll change my vote to:

1)
>Vote one:
>Elena.
>Vote two:
>”...That soldier who brought you in was one of Ramba’s men?” You’ll probably see more of Ramba and Hamon in time, at least from how Dozle talked, but you’re curious - You would’ve expected one of Kycilia or Gihren’s goons.

2)
>Vote one:
>Figure it out later, kick that can right down the fucking road.
>Vote two:
>”...That soldier who brought you in was one of Ramba’s men?” You’ll probably see more of Ramba and Hamon in time, at least from how Dozle talked, but you’re curious - You would’ve expected one of Kycilia or Gihren’s goons.
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>>5501010
>Figure it out later, kick that can right down the fucking road.

I fucking refuse to let First Girl win AGAIN. Blanche hits all my buttons is just the right way, and mom seems to be okay with it. Also Felix being a (pseudo-)milf hunter would be great.

Also, support:
>Other topics? (Write-in.)
>”...That soldier who brought you in was one of Ramba’s men?” You’ll probably see more of Ramba and Hamon in time, at least from how Dozle talked, but you’re curious - You would’ve expected one of Kycilia or Gihren’s goons.
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>>5501010
>>Elena
>”...That soldier who brought you in was one of Ramba’s men?” You’ll probably see more of Ramba and Hamon in time, at least from how Dozle talked, but you’re curious - You would’ve expected one of Kycilia or Gihren’s goons.
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>>5501010
Contolist I have a question, what exactly does it mean in picking Elena? Will this be a permanent lock-in and make Felix be deeply in love with her, or is this just entertaining thoughts about her that could be pushed against when we meet her?
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>>5501010
>Figure it out later, kick that can right down the fucking road.
Sorry Elena, you're just too BORING. Felix simply deserves better.

>Other topics? (Write-in.)
>”...That soldier who brought you in was one of Ramba’s men?” You’ll probably see more of Ramba and Hamon in time, at least from how Dozle talked, but you’re curious - You would’ve expected one of Kycilia or Gihren’s goons.
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>>5501064
Same as with anyone else, it means Felix would make an effort to try things out romantically. There's no innate permanence to the choice (especially as a teenager), and lots of things could lead to a breakup (or death, its Gundam), for fault or otherwise. How strong a relationship becomes really depends on who it's with and how things develop, not a single vote that will brainwash Felix.

>>5501039
Blanche was an absolute joy to write.
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>>5501104
In that case I feel better with my vote to have him think about Elena as a way counter that slip up we made with Kycilia.
Thanks for clarifying Contolist.
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>>5501104
>Spoiler
Glad to hear. I've always been a big fan of "cool person who's secretly a pathetic loser", both male and female.
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>>5501104
>was
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>>5501010
1,
>>Elena.
>>Skip to the next day. Your morning run and the simulator await!
>”...That soldier who brought you in was one of Ramba’s men?” You’ll probably see more of Ramba and Hamon in time, at least from how Dozle talked, but you’re curious - You would’ve expected one of Kycilia or Gihren’s goons.
I shall invest in Elenacoin.

2,
>Figure it out later, kick that can right down the fucking road.
>Skip to the next day. Your morning run and the simulator await!
>”...That soldier who brought you in was one of Ramba’s men?” You’ll probably see more of Ramba and Hamon in time, at least from how Dozle talked, but you’re curious - You would’ve expected one of Kycilia or Gihren’s goons.
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>>5501010
>Figure it out later, kick that can right down the fucking road.
>Skip to the next day. Your morning run and the simulator await!
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>>5501010
>Figure it out later, kick that can right down the fucking road

>Skip to the next day. Your morning run and the simulator await!

I am a simp for the Jupiter fleet girl, newtype redflags are my go flags
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>>5501010
>Figure it out later, kick that can right down the fucking road.
>Skip to the next day. Your morning run and the simulator await!
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>>5501308
>>5501010
Voting for this too
>”...That soldier who brought you in was one of Ramba’s men?” You’ll probably see more of Ramba and Hamon in time, at least from how Dozle talked, but you’re curious - You would’ve expected one of Kycilia or Gihren’s goons.
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Vote One:

The can will be kicked for a while longer.

Vote Two:

I'm just going to synthesize this one since some people voted for that and no one has suggested other topics. A little bit of Ramba stuff and then skipping to the next day.

After this next part we'll be returning to larger time skips (weeks to month) like in last thread. Writing.

>>5501115
She'll be back.
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A few minutes later

“...That soldier who brought you in was one of Ramba’s men, wasn’t he?” You ask curiously, the question having nagged at your thoughts for awhile now.

“Yes, Hamon was with him when he came to move me, they ran off the other guards who were moving me.” You mother answers with a mischievous grin, “She had to leave before we arrived.”

That seems to really get Casval’s attention, and he sits up straighter in his chair, “Ran them off?”

“They had written orders, the other guards didn’t.” Your mother clarifies, “I’m not sure of the details, I wasn’t in the room for most of it. Hamon was the happiest I’ve seen her in years.”

“Dozle maybe?” You question, looking to your brother for his assessment.

Casval thinks your question over for a moment, weighing the options in his mind before speaking, “...He’s the easiest fit. Hamon is still doing well then?”

Your mother takes another careful sip of her water before answering, “She is. She visited me in the tower sometimes. It couldn’t happen often, but after Ramba rejoined the military Hamon was given permission occasionally.”


“Mhm, I remember you mentioning that.” Artesia says, “I’m glad she’s okay.”

“Did I? Oh, dear, it’s all such a blur.” Your mother says, a confused look crossing her sunken features for just a moment, “She said they were both doing well, her and Ramba. I know how close you were with Ramba, Artesia.”

“I mostly remember him being really nice, and when he went and got Lucifer when everything was going crazy. I’m glad he’s okay.” You sister says happily, but her brow furrows as she finishes speaking; she probably just misses her cat. Hopefully he’ll be delivered soon as well.

“So am I. He was always a good man,” Your mother replies quietly before stopping and taking a moment to clear her throat, having some brief trouble speaking, “They’ve both been good for eachother, I still can’t believe they haven’t married… Hamon’s still off living that life, at least they’ve been steady though.”

“That life?” Artesia questions, tilting her head slightly.

“She’s still a singer, at the same little bar we both used to work… It’s hard to believe it’s still there, it’s nearly been twenty years, we were both so young…” Your mother reminisces, a bit more life filling her features for a moment as she thinks back on what must be happy memories, “Time has been kind to her, she hardly looks any older. I do hope she doesn’t burn that candle out to the end though, but maybe that’s just how she is… Ramba’s not one to just settle down quietly either, they really are perfect for each other…”
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>>5501381

Very early the next morning.

You slept better last night. Dinner was pleasant, not a single Zabi in sight; Mink relayed Degwin’s insistence that you spend the time with your mother. She wasn’t able to eat all that much, following a careful recovering plan set out by her new doctors to the letter. It was good to have dinner as a family again. Really good. Maybe this was all a good plan after all.

Darkness surrounds you and your siblings as you set a faster pace through the palace grounds, daytime still well over an hour away, flowers and topiaries flanking you to either side along the narrow paths. It’s only been a single day but lack of open sections to the colony is beginning to fade from your mind, twinkling electric lights of the urban landscape high overhead filling in for the night sky - it doesn’t come close to the beauty of the real thing, but you have other things on your mind currently.

“...Vivima came at me pretty aggressively.” You say, keeping close alongside Casval, “It wasn’t really all that subtle.”

“I saw how you handled it, pushing her off at first was good. You’re figuring things out.” Casval says approvingly, “Kycilia probably sent her to do it. A witch and her apprentice.”

“When I talked with her she didn’t seem so bad.” Artesia comments, still a bit out of breath but doing better than yesterday.

You almost laugh, but your sister doesn’t sound like she’s joking, “Seriously?”

“I… could feel her, briefly.” She explains, “She loves Glemy. A lot. The rest of her family too from what I could tell. The rest was confusing though, all mixed together, I couldn’t make sense of it, but that part was as clear as anything I’ve ever felt.”

“Love for that family isn’t a good thing, Artesia.” Your brother says, restrained anger coloring his words.

“...You’re right, I guess. It’s just hard to condemn someone for that. She reminded me a lot of you, Felix.”

You shoot your sister a look, “...I don’t think I like that comparison.”

“I meant the good parts, Felix, and she’s a pilot too.” Artesia explains, blond hair bobbing with every step as you run along, “She wasn’t trying anything with me at least, we mostly just talked about Glemy and music. I know she’s dangerous though, don’t worry.”

>”Music? She told me that she’d be leading the cadet choir at the academy. She has a great voice, it’s not much of a surprise.”
>”...How about Garma? Was that just an act you were putting on with him, or…?”
>”Casval, how do you think we should handle things going forward? You seemed to be doing the best.” He’s better at lying than you would’ve expected, Dozle and Garma really seemed to like him.
>Write-in.
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>>5501382
>”...How about Garma? Was that just an act you were putting on with him, or…?”
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>>5501382
1)
>”Music? She told me that she’d be leading the cadet choir at the academy. She has a great voice, it’s not much of a surprise.”
>"Dozle also talked about her going undercover at a singing competition"
>”...How about Garma? Was that just an act you were putting on with him, or…?”
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>>5501382
1)
>"...I know it might sound cruel, but we should try and alienate Glemy from his family."
>"Dozle and Garma might not be such bad influences, yet Vivima is trying to endear him to Gihren and Kycilia. Can you imagine how he'll turn out if he sees them positively?"
It's sad, but we need to at least make Glemy distance himself from Vivima if we really want to take him to our side. Then when he feels alone the three of us become his friends.

2)
>”...How about Garma? Was that just an act you were putting on with him, or…?”
>"...I know it might sound cruel, but we should try and alienate Glemy from his family."
>"Dozle and Garma might not be such bad influences, yet Vivima is trying to endear him to Gihren and Kycilia. Can you imagine how he'll turn out if he sees them positively?"
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>>5501389
>>5501382
I'll change my vote to

1)
>"...I know it might sound cruel, but we should try and alienate Glemy from his family."
>"Dozle and Garma might not be such bad influences, yet Vivima is trying to endear him to Gihren and Kycilia. Can you imagine how he'll turn out if he sees them positively?"

2)
>”Music? She told me that she’d be leading the cadet choir at the academy. She has a great voice, it’s not much of a surprise.”
>"...I know it might sound cruel, but we should try and alienate Glemy from his family."
>"Dozle and Garma might not be such bad influences, yet Vivima is trying to endear him to Gihren and Kycilia. Can you imagine how he'll turn out if he sees them positively?"
>”...How about Garma? Was that just an act you were putting on with him, or…?”

3)
>”...How about Garma? Was that just an act you were putting on with him, or…?”
>"...I know it might sound cruel, but we should try and alienate Glemy from his family."
>"Dozle and Garma might not be such bad influences, yet Vivima is trying to endear him to Gihren and Kycilia. Can you imagine how he'll turn out if he sees them positively?"
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>>5501392
>>5501389
Maybe 'alienate' is too strong of a word for Felix to use here, and there are a few more things that are worded weirdly or too coldly.
I'm sure Contolist will figure out how to write my write-in better if by some chance it wins.
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>>5501382
Changing my vote once again, mostly because now I'm curious if Artesia really does feel anything for Garma.

1)
>”...How about Garma? Was that just an act you were putting on with him, or…?”
>"...I know it might sound cruel, but we should try and alienate Glemy from his family."
>"Dozle and Garma might not be such bad influences, yet Vivima is trying to endear him to Gihren and Kycilia. Can you imagine how he'll turn out if he sees them positively?"

2)
>”Music? She told me that she’d be leading the cadet choir at the academy. She has a great voice, it’s not much of a surprise.”
>”...How about Garma? Was that just an act you were putting on with him, or…?”
>"...I know it might sound cruel, but we should try and alienate Glemy from his family."
>"Dozle and Garma might not be such bad influences, yet Vivima is trying to endear him to Gihren and Kycilia. Can you imagine how he'll turn out if he sees them positively?"

3)
>”...How about Garma? Was that just an act you were putting on with him, or…?”
>”Casval, how do you think we should handle things going forward? You seemed to be doing the best.” He’s better at lying than you would’ve expected, Dozle and Garma really seemed to like him.

Sorry for doing so many vote changes.
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>>5501453
My man we really shouldn't be openly talking about alienating any member of the Zabi family from the rest when the room is bugged.
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>>5501462
While I don't want to vote for that, we are on our daily morning run, so the only bugs around are the animal kind.
Unless Kycilla put listening devices on the bushes, of course.
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>>5501462
They're currently running along the outer perimeter of the Zabi estate, they're no obvious bugs or Guards around.
That said, I wouldn't put it past them to have microphones and cameras in the shrubbery.
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>>5501388
I'll support this.
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>>5501468
Lmao, we thought of the same thing
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>>5501467
>>5501468
You're right, we're not in a room and I'm retarded. Ignore my post. I still don't think it's a good idea though.
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>>5501473
Quick, what am I thinking about right now?
Pic related
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>>5501476
I'm thinking on making the Zabi Spy camera meme
Seems we are not newtypes
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>>5501477
Damn, all I accomplished was making myself hungry.
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>>5501477
I meant Zabi spy bush, something like this
>>5501479
Well, I just finished brushing my teeth after lunch, so I wouldn't be thinking of breakfast.
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>>5501474
I don't mean this in a bad way, but why isn't it a good idea? If I missed something please tell me, but I think gradually distancing him from the Zabis and putting him on our side can be good.
Though I understand if you think it's too risky, since Vivima really loves Glemy.
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>>5501495
No, I don't disagree with the goal I just don't think it's smart to discuss it while within earshot of the Zabi estate.
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>>5501496
While I personally don't think there are bugs or cameras outside, it's completely understandable to believe there are. Especially since this is the heart of their power.
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>>5501499
Even if they didn't have traditional bugs, long range audio capture devices have been around for decades at this point, so it wouldn't surprise me if Kycilla had a team dedicated to monitoring us from a concealed position within the palace itself.
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>>5501506
I hope Kycilia hasn't got that sort of thing running (or at the very least hasn't set it up yet). Because if that's the case then we're already screwed, considering Casval just said “Love for that family isn’t a good thing, Artesia.” followed by Artesia agreeing.
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>>5501387
Garma.

>>5501388
>>5501469
Music/Vivima stuff and then Garma.

>>5501453
Garma and Glemy stuff.

Lots of discussion. I guess it's Music/Vivima and Garma. Writing.

>>5501493
"Lieutenant, why are the trees speaking spacenoid?"
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“Music?" You question, "She told me that she’d be leading the cadet choir at the academy. She has a great voice, it’s not much of a surprise.”

“A great voice? What is this, Zabi appreciation hour now?” Casval taunts, but it’s clear he’s mostly joking, “You aren’t wrong though. And is there something about it that sounds familiar or was I just imagining things yesterday?”

“Familiar? Hm. I guess she sounds like that one colony pop singer, Meiko something… Agh, I can’t remember her name. She’s been all over the radio, that’s probably it.”

“You know I don’t listen to that, Artesia.” Casval says, shaking his head, “Whatever, it doesn’t matter.”

“Colony pop?” You question, flashes of your conversation with Dozle aboard the Zam playing through your head, “Dozle said something about Vivima going undercover at a singing competition recently, didn’t he? I think it was in the news too.”

“Ah, I do remember that!” Casval says, his posture easing a little as he continues running alongside, “Thanks, Felix, it was really driving me crazy trying to place where I'd heard her before. They had an interview with her on the news, I caught the tail end of it before one of Gihren’s speeches. That’s got to be it.”

“Oh, yeah, I guess I’d forgotten about that with all of this going on, we’ve been so busy.” Artesia almost groans, “I still can’t believe they let her do that, it sounds like a scandal for a family with an image like theirs.”

You shrug, and then take a short hop over some gardening equipment that was left out near one of the flowerbeds, careful to not speak until you’re clear of it again, “It was an issue of honor from what I gathered. Didn’t Dozle say something about one of the other contestants slandering the Zabis? The daughter of a feddie politician or something?”

Your sister looks deep in thought, just as Casval was earlier, “I know, but even still… I guess Kycilia thought it was worth it; maybe they’re both just that petty. I wonder if it went over well with the public, I haven’t really been looking.”

“No clue.” “I didn’t really think of it like that, it just sounded like they were having a bit of fun abusing their power. Vivima dyeing her hair and sneaking into a competition just to humiliate someone else does sound like them. …At least I think it does, I guess we don’t actually know Vivima much at all yet, it’s just what Dozle said.”

“There’s nothing wrong with showing up the federation occasionally, but that’s not how to do it. Poor girl.” Casval comments with a look of disgust, “It’s just like them to be needlessly cruel in achieving their goals.”
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>>5501575

“...That’s enough about her, I think.” You say, not seeing that topic going anywhere productive for now, “How about Garma then, Artesia? Was that just an act you were putting on with him, or…?”

“An act? I… Maybe a bit?” Your sister says, sounding unsure of her own words, “I’m trying to be nice on purpose, we have to be, but that’s not all it was… And dancing sounded more fun than fencing, if I’m being honest.”

“It’s great, I took a few lessons in town back on Texas colony.” Casval says, “It sounds like you have Garma handled almost on your own, Artesia.”

“You took dance lessons?!” You and Artesia both ask simultaneously, having never heard anything of the sort before.

“Of course I did.” He replies cryptically, “ Felix, you should learn as well at some point. And don’t worry, I’m not going to crowd your date, Artesia.”

“It’s not a date!” Artesia protests, her cheeks turning red as she looks away from your brother, suddenly finding the nearby flowers far more interesting, “He has that other girl he was seeing anyways, Degwin and Dozle talked about her at dinner.”

“Think he’s a two timer?” You tease, “You’ll need to watch it with him.”

“...I know. I’m just curious where things might go.” Artesia replies, pushing you with a light little shove of one hand, not enough to do much besides vent her embarrassment discussing the topic, “Maybe I’ll need to make them break up if he really is seeing someone… Ugh, I hate it. I know we need to do things like that, but it feels awful even thinking about it.”

“It will all come together eventually, you’re doing very well so far.” Casval reassures her, slowing down slightly as he spots a small electric cart making its way across the path up ahead, a few of the gardeners riding in it to some destination back down the path you’ve been running along for the last few minutes. You stop to let them pass, the cart whirring by with a faint electric hum and the sound of rubber on stone.

>Other topics or plans? (Suggest them)
>Skip forward to the simulator.
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>>5501578
>Skip forward to the simulator.
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>>5501578
Now I'm starting to get more paranoid about Zabi bugs, but I still want to talk about Glemy at least for a little bit.

>Other topics or plans? (Suggest them)
>"I was thinking about trying to befriend Glemy, I feel like he needs better influences than those he's getting right now." Try to keep your voice down, and make sure to not say anything too implicit.
>Discuss newtypes, and possible ways to practice using them.
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>>5501578
>Skip forward to the simulator.
Homewrecker Artesia
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>>5501589
Oh yeah, there is a chance that Vivi might have latent newtype powers, like Casval before we started training, given her thing with space and piloting.
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>>5501593
I didn't even think about that. Now there's something important to eventually talk about.
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>>5501578
>Skip forward to the simulator.
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>>5501578
>>Skip forward to the simulator.
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>>5501589
The second part should have said
>Discuss newtype abilities, and possible ways for us three to practice using them.
I didn't mean for it to seem like we were discussing control other people, especially when we're so close to ending the run. And since Kycilia (and likely the rest of the Zabis) already knows, there shouldn't be any harm in talking about it.
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>>5501580
>>5501591
>>5501610
>>5501611
Writing.
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>>5501673
ARTESIA NO!
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>>5501677
Mom's stories are being a bad influence
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>>5501678
You know, I'm a bit curious about how Astraia lived her life back then. I know Artesia wanted to have those talks privately with mom, but I feel like Felix would want to hear about her past.
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Later that day.

The reinforced collar of your normal suit zips closed firmly, and then manually check over it for a proper seal. It's unnecessary, you’re not going into vacuum, but at this point it's just a habit to double check everything when you’re getting ready to fly. Glancing toward the tall mirror on the wall of your bathroom you examine yourself, stretching a bit and getting comfortable in the tiger fitting green suit. It’s Zeon armed forces standard, delivered to you a few minutes ago by one of the palace’s staff; not Mink, you haven’t seen any of her today after breakfast… Hopefully she isn’t in trouble again, she’s very warm with your family, including your mother now, maybe a little too easy going for her own good.

You shake the thoughts from your mind, returning to looking at your suit. The lighter colored reinforced collar and shoulders are going to take some getting used to, it’s not quite bulky or in the way, but it definitely isn’t as free as your old civilian suit. You stretch and then throw a few punches at the air, settling into this strange new normal suit quickly.

It makes you look like a proper pilot. You look good, and snap a couple of pictures with a small camera the staff brought this morning at your request. It probably sends the pictures directly to Kycilia as well as storing them, but you don’t plan to use it for anything sensitive like spy work. You owe Elena at least a few new pictures whenever you get to write her again; Dozle agreed that you could, so hopefully it won’t be an issue.

Satisfied, you grab your helmet off the marble countertop and exit the gold trimmed bathroom, leaving behind its baroque opulence for… more of the same, the entire palace practically a shrine to some of the most extravagant architecture of old earth.

Artesia and Casval are already ready to go, each wearing Zeon normal suits of their own, helmets tucked under their arms as they stand around talking. Casval cross his arms as you approach, his blue eyes watching your carefully.

“Done posing in front of the mirror?” Artesia asks, hands on her hips.

“Never.” You chuckle, “Come on, let’s go.”
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>>5501723

A few minutes later, at the simulator room.

“...They never told us the code to enter.” Casval says, looking at the keypad on the wall, “Did either of you see what it was?”

You and Artesia both shake your heads. Casval shrugs and knocks lightly on the metal door. A few moments later it hisses open, revealing Vivima’s smug face. She’s leaning against the door frame, violet eyes sweeping over the three of you with contemptuous mirth. Her normal suit is purple and has a patch on the shoulder you don’t recognize, but it’s otherwise identical to Artesia’s - standard issue for female Zeon pilots.

Her voice is clear and pleasant as she speaks, her eyes finally settling on you alone, “Glad you decided to finally show up. Ready for some fun?”

“What are we flying?” Casval asks, getting right to business as he enters the room. Vivima moves out of the way and brushes back a lock of her feathered purple hair with a gloves hand. Her hair really is darker than Garma’s, almost black in places under this light. It’s fitting that she’s likely the more dangerous of the two.

“It’s set up for the new Bugu, I don’t fly old junk if I can avoid it.” Vivima explains, strutting on over to the observation position in the center of the room, the gyroscopic framed simulator pods resting in a semicircle in their bays down below it.

“We got a look at one of those on the Zam, it was awesome.” You say, finding it difficult to contain your excitement… and wow, Vivima can walk, that’s not a bad view at all-

Your purely scientific curiosity is interrupted by Artesia pulling you along by your arm, just hard enough to shake you a bit, and you quickly move along over to the observation area.

“The controls are similar to worker pods, I know you’re all familiar with those.” Vivima says, settling into a tone that is mostly lacking in mischief, “But we’re not playing around with balls here, as fun as that might be - You’ll have a few minutes of free flight before we begin properly, that should be enough time to familiarize yourselves with the arm and leg controls and the weapon targeting. It’s critical that you use them actively for maneuvering, and not just for redirecting thrusters either; you aren’t going to be able to dodge anything for long if you ignore that.”

Your sister looks confused by Vivima’s explanation, and she speaks up hesitantly, “...Dodge? Weapon targeting?”

“This is a combat simulator, Artesia, you’re going to be dodging enemy fire or wishing you had. It’s just like dancing once you get into it, circles within circles - but if your suit loses a limb there’s a good chance you’ll spin out before exploding, and the pods won’t hold back.” Vivima explains, spinning a her index finger around in a few little loops as she speaks, “Its usually lights out if that happens."
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>>5501803

“Who are we fighting?” You ask, having hoped for something more exciting than just a simulated jaunt around a colony, “Other mobile suits?”

“Yes.” Vivima replies, obviously growing more excited as she speaks, a hint of something you haven’t heard from her before bleeding in - bloodlust - “The federation isn’t developing any right now, but only a fool would assume they never will. We’ll be fighting simulated Waffs in federation colors, they’ll be a stand-in for whatever garbage they eventually scrape together. They’re fun to slice up, the fluid pulse system sprays just like… Well, you’ll see if you catch one with a heat hawk.”

“Where are we fighting?” Casval questions intently, already fully invested in the game, “Enemy numbers?”

“We’ll be outnumbered, and on the attack. We’re going to be split up into pairs once the actual simulation starts.” Vivima answers, already eyeing you again, “Since it’s your first time, and you’re guests, I thought I’d let you choose the location; we have a convoy ambush in a debris field or an attack on an enemy carrier in a larger battle.”

Vote one:
>Convoy ambush!
>Carrier attack!
>”Maybe something less advanced to start with?”

Vote two:
>Pair up with Casval. Let the girls fly together, bros come first.
>Pair up with Artesia. You make a good team, and shared newtype senses might help.
>Pair up with Vivima. Getting to know her as a pilot might be insightful.
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>>5501805
>Carrier attack!
>Pair up with Casval. Let the girls fly together, bros come first.
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>>5501805
1)
>Carrier attack!
>Pair up with Artesia. You make a good team, and shared newtype senses might help.
Practicing newtype skills is always good, if Felix can practice managing to start up mental communications while in battle it would be useful.

2)
>Carrier attack!
>Pair up with Vivima. Getting to know her as a pilot might be insightful.
Still curious about her style for when we inevitably have to fight her.
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>>5501805
>Vote one:
>>Convoy ambush!

>Vote two:
>>Pair up with Vivima. Getting to know her as a pilot might be insightful.
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>>5501805
>>Carrier attack!
>>Pair up with Casval. Let the girls fly together, bros come first.
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>>5501805
>Convoy ambush!
>Pair up with Casval. Let the girls fly together, bros come first.
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>>5501805
>>Carrier attack!
>Pair up with Casval. Let the girls fly together, bros come first.
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>>5501805
>Convoy ambush

>Pair up with Casval. Let the girls fly together, bros come first.
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>>5501806
>>5501810
>>5501819
>>5501831
Carrier.

>>5501815
>>5501821
>>5501871
Convoy.

>>5501806
>>5501819
>>5501821
>>5501831
>>5501871
Casval

>>5501810 (second option)
>>5501815
Vivima.

Looks like it's the carrier attack and Casval. Writing.
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I wonder how Artesia will react to Vivima's true colors being shown in the simulation. From what we know I doubt Vivima will be able to keep herself from going all out even in a game.
Artesia doesn't strike me as the bloodthirsty sort, so I imagine this will be a nice counter to her belief that Vivima isn't that bad.
While these are mostly assumptions, I think there's a very real chance of this putting a damper on Artesia's view of Vivima.
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“The carrier attack sounds exciting, I’ve always wondered what a fleet battle looks like.” You reply, looking to your older brother for approval.

“There are more enemies in the carrier attack?” He asks Vivima, a dark shadow settling about his features.

Vivima’s violet eyes widen in excitement, that desire for battle you heard so clearly a moment ago still filling her voice, “Oh yes, many, many more. More and more the longer you take, like a drum roll that just keeps speeding up.”

Her crossed arms pull a little tighter against her, and she seems to nearly shudder in excitement, biting a bit at her lower lip and suppressing a laugh. The display… stirs things in you, feelings that you really wish would stay out of your thoughts for now.

“Then that has my vote as well, better hunting.” Casval says confidently, “Artesia?”

“...I’m not sure I’m ready for… what you were describing, Vivima.” Artesia says uncertainly, a bead of sweat visible on her forehead. She must have been able to feel Vivima’s little display, Artesia has always been more in tune with others than you.

Vivima cocks her head to the side, pursing her lips as she looks your sister over from bottom to top, a predatory glint in her eyes, “You’re not excited?”

Artesia freezes for a moment before speaking, and you feel that icy determination spider webbing through her again, “...I’ll do what I must. It’s just like a dance, right?”

That seems to satisfy Vivima, and she turns and extracts a data card from one of the nearby consoles and moves it into another slot before typing on a keyboard, entering commands too quickly for you to track. Green lines of text flicker into existence across the screen and then begin scrolling up as a program is executed, and she checks a few small screens before smiling.
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>>5502008

“It’s ready, let's go!” Vivima says, grabbing your sister’s hand and pulling her along excitedly. You and Casval hurry down to the pods right behind them, sliding on your helmets and checking their mics; everything works.

“Three and four!” Vivima calls out even as she’s climbing into her own pod, the hatch wide open to reveal the replica cockpit. You and Casval move to pods three and four, opening them quickly and climbing inside. Looking out to pod two, just barely visible if you lean all the way forward, you see Artesia clambering inside. Good, that’s everyone.

Searching around you locate the switch that controls the hatch, flicking it with a gloved finger. The hatch lowers down, sealing you inside with a hiss, screen and button back lights illuminating the tight interior dimly.

The interior is dominated by three primary screens, left, center, and right, and two control sticks, one to either side of you. The seat is firm, not particularly comfortable but not awful, and you fasten yourself in before looking over the controls further. It’s very similar to what you saw on the Zam, though portions of it look like they might be reconfigurable, probably to simulate different mobile suits. After a minute or so you’re comfortable with the locations of most major systems, and you flick the master switch and begin primary reactor startup.

A low whirring fills the interior of the cockpit, little vibrations running through everything and the screens filling with data that you can’t yet make sense of, diagnostics running automatically, line after line of data until suddenly…

You’re surrounded by stars. The primary views screens are filled with them, thousands of twinkling lights in the inky black, indistinguishable from the real article. As you move your head the primary sensor of your Bugu follows along, the view on the screens shifting slightly from side to side, a faint vibration corresponding to each movement - Just as if there was really a head rotating.

Pushing your foot forward you bring the suit into a mild acceleration, a the pod shifting forward slightly to mimic the initial acceleration but unable to sustain the illusion - Unfortunate but expected. Turning however is very real, and so responsive that you almost throw yourself into one of the instrument panels - You ease up and take a look around.

There are three other mobile suits near you, all of them orange Bugus, and the monitor automatically tracks them as friendlies, displaying IFF and unit information next to them in tiny text.
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>>5502009

“Up yet, sleeping beauty?” Vivima’s voice taunts you over the radio, one of the suits flying over with grace and ease, limbs moving about to reorient it as it comes to a halt in front of your own, thrusters dying down to almost nothing.

“Wide awake.” You reply, checking over a few of the readouts in front of you and confirming that you’re full on fuel, “Controls aren’t that hard, it really is just like a ball.”

Casval and Artesia’s suits fly closer after a few more seconds, the four machines close enough to touch as they float through the void of space, Earth and Luna faintly visible in the distance as tiny blue and gray circles.

“Come on, take them for a spin!” Vivima encourages, her suit blasting away backwards, spinning and reorienting as it does so, arms and legs moving in harmony with the thrusters. She’s an orange blur across the night sky, trailed by streaking white flame and exhaust, a faint afterimage stretching across your view screens.

The three of you do as you’re told, and your eyes widen as you see push the acceleration up and up, your suits rocketing after Vivima - Admittedly with less grace than her display, but still following along well enough. These things are fast, and turning-

You feel your stomach lurch with every turn, but that’s overshadowed by the pure thrill of the response; it does exactly what it’s told. They turn on a dime in comparison to the worker pods you’re used to.

After a few minutes of joyriding, and a bit of throwing punches and kicks to get used to the limb controls, you feel confident enough to move onto something more serious.

With a disorienting snap your viewscreen changes to show the interior of a makeshift mobile suit carrier’s hangar bay, crew in Zeon normal suits scurrying about the deck pushing carts of ammunition crates and carrying hoses and tools all about the place. Your suit is hooked up to a fuel pump, hoses dangling from overhead, and as you tap the controls a safety warning flashes across your screens and the suit refuses to move. You locate the override but don’t touch it, not wanting to make a mess of the simulation before it even starts.
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>>5502019

“Purple team,” a deep male voice speaks over the radio, clearly prerecorded, “Our fleet has engaged federation naval forces near Side Two, and battle has already commenced. Your objective is the destruction of the mobile suit carrier Geneva, deep behind the enemy defense pickets. Its mobile suits are playing merry hell with our cruisers and we need it gone fifteen minutes ago, do you understand? Flight information is being uploaded to your suits now. You have the pick of the litter for weaponry, but you won’t be receiving any aid once you launch. Our big guns are already busy engaging the feddie battle line, and its a real god awful soup out there, minovsky interference is extremely high. Use your discretion in eliminating the target, I don’t care how you get it done, I just want that thing off my battle map. You’re clear for launch in two minutes. Good hunting, and Sieg Zeon!”

“...General Rugens really got into character, didn’t he?” Vivima says over the radio, laughing sweetly, “There are weapon racks to your left, all sorts of toys.”

Heat hawk? Crackers? You’re not sure what she’s talking about but, looking to the right of your suit’s little personal bay you do in fact see a weapon rack within reach.

“I’m taking an anti-ship rifle, Felix.” Casval informs you, “...And one of those axes. The goal is the carrier, we just need to punch through, in and out.”

Hmm… Choices, choices. You grab one of the axes as well, presumably the ‘heat hawk’ Vivima just talked about, and a few of those giant stick grenades that look like they have rockets built into their handles. Those both look useful no matter what else you take, though you only have the vaguest idea what these things do.

What do you take?

Choose one:
>Machine Gun and a shield. Simple and keep things balanced.
>Anti-ship rifle. Long range, very powerful, shot placement is crucial.
>Bazooka. It’s a magazine fed bazooka that can blow up ships, is there anything else to say?
>Shotgun. Pure unfettered aggression, rip and tear the (simulated) feddies until it is done.
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>>5502024
>Anti-ship rifle. Long range, very powerful, shot placement is crucial.
Sniper and Recon are the best roles for Felix and his special eyes
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Alright we should think about this. While I doubt this will be a lock-on for what weapon we use, it's still important to know what we'll be familiar while starting.
Let's pick something that is good with Felix's strong points. I'm willing to change my vote if other anons have better ideas.

>>5502024
>Anti-ship rifle. Long range, very powerful, shot placement is crucial.
I'll go with this one, partially because Felix is more perceptive of things and could be good with finding weak points of the enemy.
Also because it might be the best thing that can simulate a laser, if I remember correctly.
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>>5502024
>Anti-ship rifle. Long range, very powerful, shot placement is crucial.
I think MG and Shield is another good choice, and I'm sure Felix would have fun with the shotgun but precision is his wheelhouse.
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>>5502024
>>Machine Gun and a shield. Simple and keep things balanced.
If Casval is focusing on the ship we should focus on keeping mobile suits off him while he does his job.
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>>5502024
>>Bazooka. It’s a magazine fed bazooka that can blow up ships, is there anything else to say?
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>>5502024
>>Shotgun. Pure unfettered aggression, rip and tear the (simulated) feddies until it is done.
SHOTTY
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>>5502037
>>5502040
Anti-ship rifle wins. I'll start writing in the morning.

Until then, I have a question: How do you feel about using dice? Narrative only seems to have worked out well so far and currently I plan to keep it that way, but I'd like to hear opinions.
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>>5502111
I like dice, but so far in the one full combat sequence we've had (the Mansion raid) you did a great job of making an interactive fight. I won't mind continuing on without them if our sorties have choices like that.
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>>5502111

I'm with this Anon
>>5502115

Dice can be useful, but you're really good at writing choice based combat. Just try and make sure you don't make any option the "correct" one and you should be fine.
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>>5502111
Honestly? I would prefer narrative only. I know dice are something of a tradition but i've seen quests do without them in combat to great success. Leave things as they are imo, decision based like it has been.

You've done well with combat so far i think.
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>>5502111
I'd rather not use dice unless the situation can be left to chance. Still, if used in the right place they could be great.
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>>5502111
I'll join the narrative bandwagon.
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>>5502111
Narrative only has been great so far, I don't see any problem continuing with it.
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>>5502115
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>>5502303
Thank you for the feedback anons, its good to hear narrative has gone well so far. We'll stick with it.
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The arm of your mobile suit reaches toward the enormous weapon rack, grabbing the heavy barrel of the anti-ship rifle and lifting it from its restraints with a series of metallic clacks. Careful not to snag any of the hoses or scaffolding surrounding your Bugu, you bring the black rifle closer to inspect it. Five round box magazines, external optical tracking systems, bulky.

Targeting data scrawls along the main screen in front of you, though it’s fairly limited - Looking to either side you spot a fold out gunnery monocle. Testing it, you find that it rests comfortably in front of your helmet visor, tracking along with your movement - It seems to be linked to the rifle’s targeting systems already.

Alright, that’s simple enough. The main screens can do basic targeting, the monocle does the real precision work. You secure four spare magazines to magnetic attachment points on your mobile suits hips, each of the huge black boxes snapping firmly into place. That’s all you have room for unfortunately - there’s just nowhere else to carry anything.

Twenty five rounds, two of those cracker grenades, and a heat hawk. You smile, and laugh to yourself, calling Casval up on the radio.

“I’m taking one of the anti-ship rifles as well, we can share ammo if it comes to that.” You inform him.

“We're taking the same weapons? Fair competition then, see if you can keep up."

“It’ll be just like back at the quarry.” You laugh, glad to have your brother with you for this first run, “Are we going to push or just cover Artesia and Vivima?”

“Do you really need to ask? We have the speed.” Casval laughs, and you know exactly what he intends to do. You’re in mobile suits, why squander being mobile? This isn’t going to be a passive fight playing over watch.

“Right, of course you can’t resist it.” You answer, checking over the last few of the readouts surrounding you and confirming fuel load and pressure; everything is in the green.

“Purple team, prepare for launch.” An unfamiliar woman’s voice calls out over comms, and lights flash on to your side as a screen shows the foot clamps on your Bugu deactivating.

Careful of the simulated crew who are rapidly clearing the area, you take one great step forward, and then another, the huge feet of your suit vibrating the entire deck. There are catapult tracks on the floor and sleds just large enough for your suit’s feet - It isn’t hard to figure out where you’re meant to go.
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>>5502354

Vivima’s mobile suit takes the front, somehow having changed its colors from orange to purple, followed by Artesia, and then Casval. You’re last, but that’s fine - more time to observe the battlefield.

“Purple team ready, sortie preparations are complete. Vivima Zabi, launching!”

Vivima's purple Bugu, obscured by the two mobile suits line up in front of you, zooms off into space with an abrupt acceleration, the deck rattling a little as the catapult completes the launch.

“Artesia Deikun, launching!” Your sister echos, her own suits pushed violently forward along the track and thrown from the hangar just as Vivima’s was.

“Casval Deikun, launching!” Your brother shouts, following close behind, engines already flaring as soon as his suit leaves the bay.

“Felix Deikun, launching!”

The pod jolts as is mimics the extreme acceleration, and you watch the relative velocity tracker rocket upward, the hangar bay disappearing from the periphery of your screens to be replaced entirely by a sea of stars and sleek green cruisers, very similar to the Zam but sporting several turrets along their angled hulls.

You burn hard, catching up to Casval and the others and joining in the formation, a loose finger four. Volleys of streaking green mega-particle cannon fire blaze past all around you, launched at targets barely visible with the aid of your rifle’s enhanced targeting - This really is a larger battle, your fleet is exchanging fire with a line of federation Salamis-class. Pink flashes from the feddie battle line flare up in intensity, their own volley answering in kind, distant explosions filling the space around you as debris is hit or containment purposefully fails to create a brightly colored flak screen. None of it is aimed at you.

“Enjoy the light show while it lasts.” Vivima calls out, voice barely crackling though over the radio, “We’ll use that ship debris up ahead to cover our approach, it’s a long way to our prey.”

“Where? I don’t see any debris.” Artesia asks, though you’ve already spotted it; the scattered remnants of a Magellan-class battleship are just barely visible up ahead along your current vector, a handful of kilometers out.

A small green arrow indicating their position pops onto your center view screen, marking the wreckage more clearly. You raise your anti-ship rifle and slide down your targeting monocle, zooming in on the ruined vessel. It’s far too distant to take anything like an accurate shot, minovsky interference even messing with visible light and causing the image to distort slightly, but you can tell the vessel was split into three large pieces by catastrophic explosions of some kind. Torpedoes perhaps.
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>>5502355

For a split second you swear there’s the white flare of a thruster among the twisted, carbon scored metal plating, contrasting against the dark blue paint of the destroyed hulk. There’s no guarantee that it’s an enemy suit, but you can’t shake the feeling that something is wrong.

>”There’s movement in the wreckage, we should avoid that approach. Vivima, is there another route with cover?” Try to avoid a fight for now, the carrier is still a long ways off.
>”We’ve got movement in that wreckage. Casval, let’s swing around the side and check it out.” Try a more nuanced approach, pair off as planned and flank any ambush there might be.
>”Eyes on a possible threat in that wreckage. Just one, we can take them.” Rush them down, the clock is ticking.
>Write-in.
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>>5502358
>”We’ve got movement in that wreckage. Casval, let’s swing around the side and check it out.” Try a more nuanced approach, pair off as planned and flank any ambush there might be.
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>>5502358
>”We’ve got movement in that wreckage. Casval, let’s swing around the side and check it out.” Try a more nuanced approach, pair off as planned and flank any ambush there might be.
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>>5502358
>”We’ve got movement in that wreckage. Casval, let’s swing around the side and check it out.” Try a more nuanced approach, pair off as planned and flank any ambush there might be.
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>>5502358
>Write-in
>”Eyes on a possible threat in that wreckage. It could be an ambush, prepare yourselves.” Rush them down, the clock is ticking.
Even if it's an ambush we should be able to take it if we go aggressively with knowledge of where the enemy is.
Let's not forget what Jones said to us about seconds being precious in the battlefield.
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>>5502401
I miss Jones.
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>>5502416
Same here. Wonder if we'll ever see him again.
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>>5502360
>>5502365
>>5502399
Writing.

>>5502418
Possibly, I'm keeping a lot of characters that appeared briefly in mind for future stuff.
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“We’ve got movement in that wreckage.” You broadcast to the others, “Casval, lets swing around the side and check it out.”

“Think it’s an ambush?” Casval asks, light flaring from his mobile suit’s thruster backpack as he pulls off and away to flank, “I’ll take point, lets go!”

You’re right behind him, gyros spinning your pod as the simulator adjusts for your new course off to the side of the destroyed battleship, the wreckage growing rapidly in size as you really open up on the throttle - You aren’t swinging too far out, that would bring you into the wider battle, but it’s still going to delay your arrival compared to a head on attack.

Vivima laughs over comms, the connection crackling and weak but her voice filled with predatory glee. Her purple Bugu blasts forward directly toward the wreckage, shotgun in hand, “This is where the fun begins!”

“Vivima, wait up!” Your sister cries out, lagging a ways behind the bloodthirsty Zabi girl, machine gun gripped in both hands of her mobile suit as it rockets along across the void.

Half a minute of hard burn, which the simulator really just can’t mimic, and you’re in position, verniers straining to slow you as you sweep the rifle across the debris field formed by the destroyed feddie battleship. Zooming in with your monocle you get a great view of a trio of Waffs in federation colors clinging to the dark side of the burnt out bridge, and a few… worker balls? They have cannons mounted on their tops, and it's a little comical looking but those guns are probably very nasty if they land a hit.

Vivima and Artesia’s Bugus are already among the wreckage, blazing ahead directly toward the ambush. They’ll be right in the thick of them in a few seconds.

You open a line to Casval, “I see them. Three Waffs and a couple of balls. Machine guns and cannons only.”

“We’ve got them,” Casval replies a moment later, his own anti-ship rifle leveled toward the cluster of hidden enemies, both hands of his Bugu steadying the giant gun, “Let's take them all!”

The mono-eye sensor of his suit looks toward you, flashing red, and then back toward the wreckage, and he’s off like a comet hurtling toward the wreckage, rifle extended before him like a lance of the knights of old.

>Your brother is right, they’re exposed from this angle. Close for easier hits and open fire, try to take as many as you can even if it risks moving into close combat. Attack, attack, attack!
>”Go on ahead, I’ve got a present for them right now.” Try to tag their leader. They’ll scatter as soon as you fire, but if you land the hit it should sow chaos for the others to exploit.
>”Wait, they’ve got ships moving, there might be more to this!” It looks like a pair of Salamis-class have broken from the enemy battle line; they look like they might be vectoring to intercept your path to the distant carrier, but it isn’t clear. Slow down and figure it out.
>Write-in.
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>>5502441
>”Wait, they’ve got ships moving, there might be more to this!” It looks like a pair of Salamis-class have broken from the enemy battle line; they look like they might be vectoring to intercept your path to the distant carrier, but it isn’t clear. Slow down and figure it out.
>”Go on ahead, I’ve got a present for them right now.” Try to tag their leader. They’ll scatter as soon as you fire, but if you land the hit it should sow chaos for the others to exploit.
Got to make sure the shoot not only will hit, but that will matter
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>>5502441
>”Go on ahead, I’ve got a present for them right now.” Try to tag their leader. They’ll scatter as soon as you fire, but if you land the hit it should sow chaos for the others to exploit.
Let Casval gain momentum while we sow some chaos.
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>>5502441
>”Go on ahead, I’ve got a present for them right now.” Try to tag their leader. They’ll scatter as soon as you fire, but if you land the hit it should sow chaos for the others to exploit.
Let's give him some support at range, that way we won't be bunched up and made easy targets if we get intercepted.
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>>5502441
>”Go on ahead, I’ve got a present for them right now.” Try to tag their leader. They’ll scatter as soon as you fire, but if you land the hit it should sow chaos for the others to exploit.
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>>5502441
>”Go on ahead, I’ve got a present for them right now.” Try to tag their leader. They’ll scatter as soon as you fire, but if you land the hit it should sow chaos for the others to exploit.
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>>5502446
>>5502461
>>5502472
>>5502474
Writing.
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“Go on ahead, I’ve got a present for them right now.” You call out to Casval, tapping the the thrusters of your mobile suit in little puffs of propellant, stabilizing for a single accurate shot with your anti-ship rifle.

There won’t be a second chance, they’ll scatter like a flock of birds as soon as the round passes - The trick is to have it pass through one of them on its way past. The leader will do. It's a Waff sporting a different antenna on its head than the others, yellow accents give off an unmistakable air of authority.

Lining up the crosshair of your targeting monocle doesn’t take long, only a couple of seconds, flashing red target lock indicators turning solid as a you focus in on the command suit, the tiniest movements of your targeting joystick lining up a perfect cockpit shot. If this thing can kill a ship the light armor of a Waff should be no issue, even at its thickest.

You squeeze the red trigger mid exhale, just as if you were shooting a rifle, and your target bucks out of view as the gigantic rifle recoils; thrusters fire to adjust for the recoil, and the great mass of the Bugu does the rest, the target quickly coming back into sight…

Its trailing fire from an enormous crater in its upper torso, white and blue armor plates warped inward around ragged hole, smashed clean through. Panicked adjustments of its thrusts fail to bring it under control as it spins wildly, careening into a nearby chunk of wreckage and scraping along it, leaving a trail of sparks and burning fuel before it lodges into a jagged torn bulkhead and impales itself, exploding a split second later.

Holy shit. At least shooting is fairly intuitive, but you did miss slightly - not that it mattered.

Vivima’s on them before they can scatter, a purple blur whipping around the destroyed bridge, shogun firing; one of the balls takes a spread of fist sized buckshot, holes appearing across its surface in flash before its sheared into titanium confetti. The remaining two Waffs and the last ball scatter, thrusters flaring and machine guns coughing out rounds as Vivima roars pasts them, circling back with heat hawk in hand.

You brother opens up, the shrapnel shell of his anti-ship rifle popping the remaining ball like a balloon - It just seems to stop existing, only faint impression of metal scrap sent careening off into space. His second and third shots narrowly miss one of the dodging Waffs, and his fourth shot hits its shield arm at a bad angle. The round furrows a deep gash, wrecking the shield and arm before deflecting and detonating behind it, silhouetting the federation mobile suit as it strains to track Vivima, completely oblivious to all else.

It's glorious chaos.
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>>5502508

…And then Artesia shows up, seeming to just putter along in comparison to blazing fast maneuvers of Casval and Vivima. She calmly puts a burst into the damaged Waff, thrusters carefully adjusting for the recoil of her machinegun, the armor of her target sparking and cratering with every rapid impact, sending it out of control directly into Vivima’s heat hawk. There’s a faint orange flash, the edge of the weapon’s blade alight with energy, a crunching impact as it tears into the damaged Waff, and then a sudden violent burst of speed as Vivima fires her mobile suits thrusters at full burn, leaving behind a bisected mess of flailing robotic limbs and burning fuel. Its reactor detonates, and you’re forced to turn your targeting sensors away to not be blinded.

The final Waff, badly outnumbered, rushes away from Vivima and Artesia’s Bugus and toward Casval, firing bursts of its machinegun, tracers crossing the distance quickly. Casval jinks here and there, firing his last shot and taking the Waff’s head clean off - It pushes on, partially blinded, firing wildly. You brother’s Bugu dives evasively, engines blossoming into torrents of white flame, and then dashes back up as the distance shrinks to nothing, delivering a devastating kick to the Waff’s cockpit. It ceases moving, the last commands to its thrusters dying out, the cockpit caved completely in. They really do have thin armor.

You burn a bit closer and line up a laser signal, cutting through the minovksy interference, “You’re just showing off now.”

“How’s it look from up there?” You brother replies, ignoring your banter but a hint of pride in his voice, “Are we clear?”

“Nothing left. It looks like a few cruisers might be moving to protect the carrier though, I’m not sure.”

“Regroup and keep pushing!” Vivima commands, cutting in with perfect clarity, apparently having spotted you and already lined up her own comms, “We don’t have time to revel, just burn hard and we’ll make it before anyone gets in our way.”

“She’s got the right idea, come on.” Casval says, Vivima’s message automatically shared by your own laser system; the automatic networking is handy, this minovsky interference really makes the normal radios a huge pain.

>Do as Vivima said, group back up with Casval and push for the carrier. It’s going to have mobile suits guarding it, but if you all push together you might be fast enough to slip in and out.
>”I’m going to make sure those cruisers don’t box us in with flak. Casval, follow me!” Getting cornered between a flight of Waffs and the point defenses of three cruisers would be a disaster.
>As above, but signal Casval to push on ahead. You can handle the ships, a distraction might be enough to buy the others the time they need.
>Write-in.
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>>5502510
1)
>Do as Vivima said, group back up with Casval and push for the carrier. It’s going to have mobile suits guarding it, but if you all push together you might be fast enough to slip in and out.
A combined aggressive push should work in this situation.

2)
>As above, but signal Casval to push on ahead. You can handle the ships, a distraction might be enough to buy the others the time they need.
A bit sacrificial, but I think we can manage if our piloting abilities are anything to go by.
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>>5502510
>As above, but signal Casval to push on ahead. You can handle the ships, a distraction might be enough to buy the others the time they need.
If there's anybody I trust to juke those cruisers out, it's Felix.
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>>5502510
>As above, but signal Casval to push on ahead. You can handle the ships, a distraction might be enough to buy the others the time they need.
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>>5502510
>>Do as Vivima said, group back up with Casval and push for the carrier. It’s going to have mobile suits guarding it, but if you all push together you might be fast enough to slip in and out.
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>>5502510
>As above, but signal Casval to push on ahead. You can handle the ships, a distraction might be enough to buy the others the time they need.
Time to use Felix's gunpla autism to the fullest
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>>5502510
>>As above, but signal Casval to push on ahead. You can handle the ships, a distraction might be enough to buy the others the time they need.
Felix knows the designs of spaceships by heart.
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>>5502510
>>As above, but signal Casval to push on ahead. You can handle the ships, a distraction might be enough to buy the others the time they need.
let's go get some simulated salamis kills
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>>5502616
Mmmmm...
Salami.
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>>5502511 (second option)
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>>5502516
>>5502608
>>5502613
>>5502616
Writing.
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“I’m going to make sure those cruisers don’t box us in with flak. Casval, push on with the others!” You call out to your brother, pulling hard on your suit’s controls and flipping about to begin a rough interception burn; you’ll have time to refine it as you go, you need to move!

“Good hunting, Felix!” Casval wishes you well as he pushes his suit to what must be its limit, blasting nearly out of sight of your normal visual sensors, a blossom of pale exhaust all that marks his position as the two of you separate further and further. He’ll catch up with the others, you have no doubt.

Hopefully they can handle the carrier’s escort suits, it won’t be a clean counter ambush like that first group, no element of surprise to carry them through…

You clench more tightly to your controls, clearing your thoughts as you press on to the three blue federation cruisers, adjusting your angle to a more efficient point of interception. Their main guns are already turning about to face toward you, but you know they’re awful at tracking small targets - The handful of saberfish splitting off to attack is another matter entirely though. They were concealed on the far side of the cruisers impossible to detect, but it's too late to turn away now.

What are they armed with again? Small autocannons and guided missiles, if memory serves and you weren’t lied to by that kit… The autocannons might be an issue, dodging fire from six fighters on your own probably isn’t going to happen unless the simulated federation pilots are garbage, and you don’t know what kind of punishment your Bugu can handle. You know the missiles are catastrophic if they hit directly, but with minovsky interference they’re probably little better than dumb fire rockets - Still dangerous, but hardly the threat they were designed to be.

You exhale and gun it, red warning lights appearing all about you as the engines are pushed to their limits, heat building up fast than it can dissipate - The saberfish grow larger and larger on your central viewscreen, and you raise your anti-ship rifle, setting almost like a lance ahead of you, and take aim at their flight leader.

Thunder claps, vibrations shaking your mobile suit as you fire at these nearly unstable speeds, a single shell soaring out toward the saberfish. It strikes the lead craft in the cockpit, almost appearing to implode the lightly built fighter before it disappears in a blossoming fireball. The other fighters open up, a hail of missiles streaking toward you, smoky exhaust trailing through the dark of space as they spin and circle, tracking systems struggling to make sense of anything.

You fire again, clipping one of the top engines of another of the conventional fighters, a flaming gash opening up in it before it begins to disassemble rapidly under its own stresses, one of the winglets shearing off and the pilot barely managing to eject before the entire fighter explodes.
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>>5502784

The missiles reach you, and there’s nothing to do but dodge. Flipping about, your Bugu’s limbs contort as the AMBAC system reorients you at frightening speeds, rattling you around inside the simulator pod as the gyroframe mimics the violent motion, and you blast off at a new angle. Most of the missiles soar past harmlessly, blind and unaware, but a trio manage to turn about and lazily track you. Another jink and you lose one more, spinning and zipping from side to side, and finally the last two slam into one another as they try to make a final approach, detonating in a harmless shower of shrapnel and grey smoke puffs.

There’s no time to celebrate though, yellow tracers streaming past as the saberfish press the attack, muzzle flashes of their rapid fire autocannons a single steady light as they spew shells toward you. You try to evade, but the missiles forced you into a bad position and it’s impossible to get away from it all. Warning lights flash on and you can feel staccato vibrations through the pod, hits chewing away at your mobile suit. More and more fire pours in, and you lose one of your torso mounted sensors, static filling some portions of your view screens, backups turning on a moment later to reveal…

…that the saberfish are past you. You’re still in the game, there were no serious hits - A few sensors are out here and there, and a small screen displaying various sections of your Bugu has its left arm lit up in yellow, but overall they just scratched you. You whip about and fire the remaining two shots, emptying your rifle and tagging another of the saberfish as the squad struggles to turn about and make another attack run.

Three saberfish remain. The cruisers are pressing onward to the carrier. Their point defenses haven’t opened up on you yet, probably fearful of hitting their own fighters.

>Reload, clean up the remaining saberfish with a few more shots and press on to the cruisers.
>Launch your crackers at the remaining saberfish, you might be able to catch them all in the cluster explosion and push on to the cruisers even faster.
>Ignore the saberfish entirely, they already launched their missiles - Full burn to the cruisers and start working on them NOW.
>Write-in.
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>>5502791
1)
>Write-in
>Reload, then go for the cruisers while mostly ignoring the saberfish. Keep your eyes open for anything that might come your way, try to use your newtype skills to enhance your perception if possible.

2)
>Ignore the saberfish entirely, they already launched their missiles - Full burn to the cruisers and start working on them NOW.
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>>5502791
>Reload, clean up the remaining saberfish with a few more shots and press on to the cruisers.
>Ignore the saberfish entirely, they already launched their missiles - Full burn to the cruisers and start working on them NOW.
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>>5502791
>>Ignore the saberfish entirely, they already launched their missiles - Full burn to the cruisers and start working on them NOW.
If we take out the rest of the saberfish they'll open up with flak, we should hit the cruisers hard while they're giving us a chance.
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>>5502791
>>Ignore the saberfish entirely, they already launched their missiles - Full burn to the cruisers and start working on them NOW.
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>>5502791
>Ignore the saberfish entirely, they already launched their missiles - Full burn to the cruisers and start working on them NOW.
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>>5502791
>Ignore the saberfish entirely, they already launched their missiles - Full burn to the cruisers and start working on them NOW.
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>>5502791
>Ignore the saberfish entirely, they already launched their missiles - Full burn to the cruisers and start working on them NOW.
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>>5502805 (second option)
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>>5502816
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>>5502836
>>5502857
Writing.

>>5502805
Felix being a newtype is already helping out some, it sort of smooths over the rough edges of learning to pilot something new; the fact that the simulator isn't actually real makes anything other than enhanced reflexes or communicating with the others in their pods sort of useless though. There's no space to expand his mind into or sense things though. Along with not simulating acceleration properly this is one of the biggest flaws of the simulator, at least from a newtype perspective.
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So as far as our hypothetical MS Squad composition goes, Felix would make a fine designated marksman/sharpshooter, right?
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>>5502889
Thanks for explaining Contolist, but with my first vote I was hoping to have Felix focus on himself and his abilities rather than his surrounding. But now that I think about it what I was going for doesn't sound like how newtype powers work, since there isn't anywhere for his mind to expand in like you said.
Man I should really brush up on newtypes and on Gundam in general.
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>>5502905
Maybe, he definitely has the perception for it.
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>>5502905

My personal "Ideal Squad Comp" would be Felix (Marksman/commander), Blanche (Close Range), Garma (All-rounder), and Artesia (Communications).

Even if I wanted Casval as part of the squad, I think we'd end up butting heads with him over tactics, and his grades in the academy'll probably get him put in charge of his own squad anyway.

Blanche could be easily swapped out for Ramba or any other melee specialists, I just put her their because Best Girl.
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>>5502905
Felix could probably fill any role that he trains in. Besides reaction, he's likely to have a small degree of foresight and if need be psychically feel out targets. Amuro wasn't a dedicated sniper but he's capable of doing inhuman shots and feats thanks to Newtype powers.
>>5502922
If we fail to prevent the creation of the Titans, Casval'll be right with us in the AEUG as Quattro Bajeena and Felix will be Cinco Qlitoris.
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>>5502937
>Felix will be Cinco Qlitoris
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>>5502937
>Cinco Qlitoris
fucking lmao

Almost done writing.
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>>5502937

>Cinco Qlitoris.
It's pronounced "Chitterous"
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There’s no time to waste on fighters that have already blown their one shot at downing you; at worst they’re a nuisance now, their autocannons too light to do any real damage without a lot of sustained fire and lucky hits.

You keep pushing your mobile suit, fuel dropping rapidly as you put it into another full burn and tear off toward the trio of cruisers. Vibrations shake the pod, the closest it can manage to simulating the stress of such violent acceleration, but you still manage to coax the arm controls of your suit into reloading your anti-ship rifle, the magazine insertion confirmed visually and by an indicator that flashes briefly across your viewscreen.

The first Salamis is coming in range now, and even with saberfish trailing behind you it opens up - Close range fire pours from its point defense cannons, twin barreled turrets set around it and out across the bow on raised stalks. Heavy shells, little more than vague yellow flashes, fill the space before you as the guns struggle to track quickly enough - You jink and maneuver here and there as you close, dodging the torrent of fire with concentrated effort, getting closer, and closer, and closer...

You’re near enough now to make out individual portholes and the painted stripes and numbers along the cruiser’s hull, the sensors of your Bugu easily picking up such detail, and grin as you confirm that the ship is exactly as you expected - It has no weapons covering its bottom if you get in close. You pull your suit into a dive, spinning about to face the ship’s belly as you pass under it, turning and flying along its full length at reduced speed.

Where is it? Where the hell is it? You search frantically over your screens, eyes taking in every detail of the ship’s underside until finally you spot your target; there’s a concealed fuel port almost melded into the rest of the armored hull, barely distinguishable from the surrounding plating.

A pair of shuddering blasts from your anti-ship rifle strike around it, punching through armor and detonating with flashy fireballs and ruptured plating, but the primary tanks must not have been hit as there’s no greater detonation afterward. You’re forced to circle back around, looping over the top of the cruiser too close for its guns to fire, catching a brief glimpse of the returning saberfish as you do so, before returning below for another shot.
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>>5502966

You settle your crosshair on the damaged section of the ship as you fly past, squeeze the trigger again, and the vacuum around you transforms into hell. Every sensor on your Bugu threatens to overload as orange and red flames blossom outward, completely consuming you even as you accelerate away, secondary explosions buffeting your mobile suit with shrapnel as the internal bulkheads of the cruiser rapidly fail, something far more dangerous than fuel detonating seconds later. The cruiser becomes the solar system’s largest fragmentation grenade, chunks of debris the size of your mobile suit’s limbs ripping away in every direction - You barely avoid getting bisected a piece of plating, AMBAC system and verniers straining to move and twist your suit just out of the way, the chunk of metal passing over you by less than a meter.

It takes a moment to reorient yourself, searching over screens and sensor readouts to get your bearings once more, but soon you’ve sighted in on another of the federation warships. You laugh as you rush toward it, backpack thrusters flaring to life once more, the thrill of the fight starting to really get to you.

It’s bloodless, there’s no guilt or fear to the simulation - it’s just pure excitement and spectacle, a test of your skills.

…Being that close to an exploding cruiser again might not be a great plan though, so you nix the fuel tank approach for now.

The main guns of the next cruiser open up, pink mega particle beams burning by you to either side, and its point defenses fill the void with shells just as the last did, lines of tracers crossing here and there. You approach at an angle that minimizes your exposure to fire, and put the last two rounds of your magazine into the defense turrets held out on stalks, blasting them into pieces. You reload and land feet first on the side of the ship’s hull, using its own superstructure as cover against its guns, magnetic plates on the bottom of your mobile suit’s feet locking on tightly.

Running, not flying, you thud your way over to one of the main guns, smashing its barrel out of the way with your suit’s offhand before using the same to snatch a cracker off its magnetic mount on your Bugu’s waist armor. You activate the grenade, rocket motor flaring even as you hold onto it, and wedge it tightly between the bottom of the turret and the barbette that holds it up from the hull. You detach from the hull, engines flaring, and the mobile suit scaled grenade goes off a moment later, ripping the turret to pieces in a series of rippling detonations.
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>>5502967

The remaining saberfish make a pass at you as you prepare to shoot into the torn open gash of the maimed cruiser, shells sparking and deflecting off your armor, and you barely attempt to dodge, almost ignoring them as you line up your shot, so close that the targeting monocle serves no purp-

Something big detonates against you, and you’re spinning. You slam forward inside of the safety restraints of your seat, bounce back, and then lurch violently forward again before straining to push yourself back, your pod spinning and spinning and spinning. Red warning lights flash on, alarms blaring throughout your cockpit as damage diagnostics come in, and slowly you regain control and make sense of what happened.

One of your anti-ship rifles' spare magazines detonated, and its shrapnel shells pulverized a great deal of the left side of your Bugu… No limbs are missing, but there are fuel and fluid pulse system leaks, and the armor is severely compromised in several places.

You thrust back down, taking cover on the surface of the cruiser once more, and keep your eyes peeled for the return of the saberfish as you assess the situation more thoroughly. This cruiser is badly damaged, the bow a flaming mess, but it still has its rear armament. The third cruiser is unharmed and maintaining formation, flak already firing out into the void to cut off some angles of approach. The saberfish are… ah, there they are! They’re swooping back in for another gun run. Their autocannons are nearly harmless to the cruiser, and in theory nearly harmless to you if they don’t get lucky again.

You only have one magazine left, the others damaged to the point of uselessness by the detonation. The targeting system of your anti-ship rifle was mangled, so you’ll be firing purely with your mobile suit’s basic systems and instinct - Not great, but workable. A single cracker and your heat hawk are still fully functional, safely secured on the opposite side of your mobile suit from the ammo explosion.

>Swat those fighters out of the sky, they’ve gotten lucky once already. A few shots with your rifle should do the trick… if you can hit.
>Finish what you started, shoot into the hull breach on the cruiser and reload as you move onto the next. The strategy was working, they just got lucky.
>Cracker the fighters when they pass close by again, and draw your heat hawk and get to work on the cruisers. Save your limited ammunition for more serious threats.
>Write-in.
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>>5502968
>Cracker the fighters when they pass close by again, and draw your heat hawk and get to work on the cruisers. Save your limited ammunition for more serious threats.
H E A T H A W K
>>5502937
>Cinco Qlitoris
kek
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>>5502968
>Cracker the fighters when they pass close by again, and draw your heat hawk and get to work on the cruisers. Save your limited ammunition for more serious threats.

Do as Char did during the Battle of Loum. Use the Heat Hawk on the bridge and then use the explosion to leap-frog to the next ship.
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>>5502968
>>Cracker the fighters when they pass close by again, and draw your heat hawk and get to work on the cruisers. Save your limited ammunition for more serious threats.
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>>5502968
>>Cracker the fighters when they pass close by again, and draw your heat hawk and get to work on the cruisers. Save your limited ammunition for more serious threats.
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>>5502968
>Cracker the fighters when they pass close by again, and draw your heat hawk and get to work on the cruisers. Save your limited ammunition for more serious threats.
I feel like we're overestimating both Felix's abilities (I mean this is his first time in a battle simulation) and the capabilities of the simulation itself.
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>>5502977
>>5502980
>>5502981
>>5502987
>>5502990
Writing.
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The controls are sluggish as you stow your anti-ship rifle, securing it on its magnetic clamp between your mobile suit’s right pauldron and thruster backpack. The damage to the left side of your Bugu is slowing everything down, automatic damage control systems struggling to makeup for the damage to the fluid pulse system. You still manage to get your last cracker grenade in hand before the saberfish swoop in, couching down and watching the trio of fighters approach. Tracer fire spatters across your armor as they open up, and you turn to face your uncompromised right side to face them, covering your last magazine with your suit’s free hand. Just as the saberfish pull up to cross overhead, you twist the handle of the cracker and activate its rocket motor, letting go and sending it launching upward into the tightly spaced fighters.

The cluster explosion fills the void overhead, reducing one of the fighters to a pile of twisted and burning metal, and damaging the other two with a spray of deadly shrapnel, sending them fleeing and trailing smoke - Hopefully they won’t be back.

You grab your heat hawk, steel fingers wrapping around the enormous axe, and swing it outward; it flashes to life a moment later, the edge of the blade burning bright orange, and you stomp toward the bridge with violent intent. The armored glass reflects your image as you approach, the damage to your mobile suit looking absolutely awful - The armor on your left side is crumpled, external cables severed, fuel spraying free from a number of breaches in little pulses - That ammunition explosion almost did you in. If you hadn’t used your left side cracker just prior you’d be out of the simulation entirely. There’s no time to ponder that for now though, and you raise your heat hawk high in the air and bring in crashing through the bridge.

Armored glass shatters into thousands of pieces, and there’s a reverberating thud of impact as the hawk’s blade bites deep in the surrounding plating, slows, and then tears through as the reinforced structure buckles under the immense heat. You rip a jagged line all the way down to the main hull, explosions tearing apart the center of the ship. It’s commander center is out, but it’s still not dead. A quick thruster hop to the rear of the ship and a hacking blow to the main gun on that side wreaks further destruction to the crippled vessel.

A few more blows near the engines finally gets the results you’re looking for, flames bursting forth from the deep glowing gashes you’ve torn into the ship with your heat hawk. Internal explosions shake through the dying vessel, vibrations transmitted up your suit’s legs, feet magnetically clamped to its ruined hull - You don’t wait around for what comes next, rocketing off toward the final federation cruiser, dodging a neon pink blast from one of its beam cannons with a tap of your thrusters.
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>>5503084

Your fuel reserves are running low, this constant high speed burning and the leaks are eating right into-

The cruiser explodes behind you, buffeting your Bugu forward suddenly at tremendous speeds toward the next one - Convenient, if unintended. More warning lights flash on, and your left foot thruster fails with a jolt. After a few seconds fighting with the controls you compensate, bringing your suit back under control on its approach, point defense guns already blazing away. Thankfully the left leg itself is still partially functional, your Bugu’s AMBAC system allowing you to narrowly evade much of the incoming fire, rotating around and about the stream of shells as you close the distance…

But you’re slower than before, and you do take hits.

You’re slammed around in your seat’s restraints once more, the damage status indicator below your main screens flashing bright red as your suit loses its left leg from the knee joint downward, and then there’s another hit and your left hand is obliterated. Shit! You wrestle with the controls, compensating for the reduction impacts and loss of mass, narrowly avoiding taking even more hits as you crash heat hawk first into the hull of the cruiser, ripping a deep furrow in its hull to slow yourself down, remaining thrusters firing to steady you. There won’t be any more running about on the outer hull now, but flying close alongside should serve almost as well.

You pull your heat hawk free from where it bit into the hull, and fly toward the nearby point defense guns in a blind rush, reaching them before they can finish rotating to face you. A pair chops sends them free of their armored stalks, and you turn back to take out the top gun turret on the bow - You banana peel its barrel with a single blow, ripping all the way down to the turret itself and then carrying on deeper. Capacitors for the turret blow out in a flash of electric flame, scorching and destroying the rest of the turret.

The next half minute is a blur of violence, heat hawk striking anything exposed and vulnerable on the outer hull. Turrets, the bridge, fuel ports - Absolutely everything. There are no catastrophic explosions this time, but when you’re finished with the vessel it is trailing smoke from a dozen locations and stripped of all of its weapon systems.

This simulation is surprisingly detailed, even including crew evacuation attempts. You slap one of the slender escape pods as it launches, crushing it before its rocket motors can accelerate it to any significant speed. Something horrifying that you'd never do in a real battle, but almost comedic in a game like this, however detailed it may be.
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>>5503088

You exhale, taking in the sights around you, eyes trained on your remaining sensors and the scanning across the surrounding space on your view screens.

The fleet battle is still raging in the distance, but you don’t spot any more fighters or mobile suits launching toward you. The cruisers weren’t quite heading directly to the enemy carrier, their course was meant to block the approach rather than hug around the vessel, but you’re close enough to see engine lights and little circular orange explosions as your siblings and Vivima engage it.

Fuel is dangerously low. You run the numbers in your head quickly, making some assumptions but confident you’re not too far off, and come to a single conclusion: if you join in the attack on the carrier you’re not going to be flying back to base in your own mobile suit.

It’s just a simulation, but the choice still weighs on you. You barely got to fight other mobile suits, and the others might need the help, but in your Bugu’s current state you’re very likely to just get shot down - Ending your first run with a ‘death’ is a bit embarrassing, and goesagainst the spirit of a simulation anyways. You’re supposed to treat it like it’s real, even if it does seem a bit… easy? All of this has seemed easier than you expected actually - maybe the difficulty just isn’t set very high? Questions for later.

You really only have two options.

>Join the attack on the federation carrier. You won’t have the fuel to return back on your own even if you survive. Best case scenario you’ll need to be towed back.
>Return to your own carrier. That would be the smart thing in real life, you’ve already done well and your Bugu just can’t take any more hits.
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>>5503091
>Return to your own carrier. That would be the smart thing in real life, you’ve already done well and your Bugu just can’t take any more hits.
Man that sucks. Oh well, let's not make a fool of ourselves on our first simulation.
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>>5503091
>Return to your own carrier. That would be the smart thing in real life, you’ve already done well and your Bugu just can’t take any more hits.
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>>5503091
>Return to your own carrier. That would be the smart thing in real life, you’ve already done well and your Bugu just can’t take any more hits.
we should also try to check in with everyone else to let them know we're heading back.
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>>5503091
>>Return to your own carrier. That would be the smart thing in real life, you’ve already done well and your Bugu just can’t take any more hits.
Discretion is the better part of valor
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>>5503091
>Return to your own carrier. That would be the smart thing in real life, you’ve already done well and your Bugu just can’t take any more hits.

The wisest warrior knows when to cut his losses and retreat.
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>>5503101
>we should also try to check in with everyone else to let them know we're heading back.
Agreed.
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>>5503091
>>Return to your own carrier. That would be the smart thing in real life, you’ve already done well and your Bugu just can’t take any more hits.
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I can see a fun potential scenario coming up.
Vivima said that all simulation runs are recorded, right? Well if we make a 'realistic' decision like going back to our carrier, right after destroying one of the escape pods, the question of why we did that might come up. If we were doing realistic choices, then would destroying that pod be something we'd actually do?
The simple and honest answer is that we just didn't want to die in our first time playing.
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>>5503095
>>5503098
>>5503101
>>5503106
>>5503109
>>5503131
Writing.
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>>5503143

I doubt us smashing the pod would come up. If it does, we'll tell the truth and say that we smashed it for catharsis's sake and that we'd never do something like that in real battle.

Felix isn't CCA Char or Haman or Gihren or M'qube or Ryer or Scirocco or Delaz, he's not gonna kill non-combatants.
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>>5503154
>Felix isn't CCA Char or Haman or Gihren or M'qube or Ryer or Scirocco or Delaz, he's not gonna kill non-combatants.
I get that feeling from Felix too. He's even convinced Casval to be less bloody, and is generally a good kid (other than the whole getting distracted by women, but he's growing out of that).
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>>5503154
>he's not gonna kill non-combatants
Yet.
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Sighing, you shake your head and reach over to the comms controls, checking if your laser system is still working. It isn’t, destroyed alongside many of the other sensitive systems that can’t be properly armored.

“Well, so much for that.” You mutter to yourself, zooming in on the distant mobile suit battle with your suit limited visual sensors. Even with your eyes it's difficult to make much of anything out, the distortion of simulated minovsky interference masking the identities of the individual suits. You’d like to at least let them know you’re pulling back, but as torn up as you are even that isn’t possible

A light movement of your foot and you spin your Bugu about and begin the journey back to your carrier, working out the most efficient burn rate and flight path on the secondary navigation screen, tapping away at it with your gloves hands. Not a thrilling end to your first run in the simulator, but you did well. There will be time to tally the kills later, but three ships, some fighters, and a command mobile suit is hardly a bad record.

It takes a few minutes to limp home, and you have time to enjoy the lights of the simulated fleet battle. Neon pink and green crossing back and forth across the deep black of space, flashing spheres of energy erupting here and there, flights of fighters and mobile suits skirmish about the center and in little pockets across each battle line… it’s all too clean though, sort of fake looking now that you’re staring at it for longer. The exact issue is hard to pin down, but it just doesn’t seem chaotic enough. You cease your musing as the carrier and hangar bay come into sight, slowing your suit with a reverse burn just before arrival.

You pass into the open bay, touching down carefully… and proceed to immediately plant your Bugu’s face in the ground, scraping along the deck for a dozen meters before arresting nets stop your grinding advance. Landing with only one leg isn’t a pretty process.

The gyroscopic frame of your pod reorients you one last time and the outer hatch hisses open, revealing the simulator room. You clamber out, swinging your legs down and dropping the short distance to the steel floor.

Walking over to the observation position you can see the faces of the others inside their pods, visored helmets obscuring them slightly, lights flashing all about and illuminating them. Artesia is a mask of pure focus, straining to keep up, while Casval looks like he’s having the most fun he’s had in ages - Even more so than fencing yesterday. Vivima is shouting something in a rage, brow furrowed and… Damn, she looks good when she’s mad, there’s just something about it that really draws your attention and… You try to push the thoughts from your mind.
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>>5503245

Other screens show what each pilot can see, labeled for the pod it corresponds to. The battle is a mess. Artesia is circling around a pair of Waffs, exchanging torrents of machine gun fire, while Casval continues to slip in and out of the furball around the carrier, taking shots at targets as they present themselves - A Waff with a bazooka loses both of its legs to one of his shots, just moments before a purple blur crashes into it. Vivima’s screen reveals the action from her end, and you get a clear view of her shotgun crushing into and through the cockpit hatch of the damaged Waff, a single shell gutting it completely. A wash of flame fills the screen, and when it clears she’s already onto another target, heat hawks clashing as both engage in a proper melee battle…

…And so it goes for a couple of minutes, until eventually Casval grabs a discarded enemy bazooka and dumps the entire magazine into the opening hangar bay of the carrier, a fresh squad of Waffs just readying to launch to join the fight. The carrier does not survive. Aresia’s screen flashes wildly and cuts to black, her pod spins about violently for ten seconds or so, and then the hatch to it hisses open. She stumbles out, nearly falling to the ground, ripping her helmet free and making a few awful retching noises. You rush to her side, helping her stand and walk to the observation position.

“What happened? I… I didn’t see what got me.” She asks, closing her eyes as she fights off another wave of nausea.

“I think it was Casval blowing up the carrier, probably just shrapnel.” You reply, unable to discern anything more from the footage you saw, “I nearly blew myself up doing something similar.”

“Where were you? Did you die too? You better have.” Artesia asks, slightly annoyed, “I could see explosions around the cruisers but you never came back.”

“I survived, but I got torn up so badly I couldn’t really fight, and comms were out too. If I had joined in I would have just died, so I returned to our carrier. I didn’t want my first run to end in a dea… oh, sorry Artesia.” You explain, stopping yourself as you see your sister’s face, and you don’t need newtype powers to understand just how pissed off she is. Her death was pretty bullshit to be fair, getting tagged randomly by giant shrapnel just feels so pointless and abrupt, and she wasn’t keen on the battle simulation to begin with anyways.

“Well, I’m glad someone had fun.” Artesia complains, puffing out her cheeks in frustration, “Casval and Vivima are crazy, they wouldn’t slow down at all to work as a team once we got to the carrier, and you ran off!”

“I was trying to cover you.” You explain, trying to keep your voice calm to not antagonize her further, “Those cruisers had a squad of fighters with them and were nearly in range, you all would have been boxed in.”
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>>5503247

“Fine, whatever…” She says with a sigh, crossing her arms, “...Next time can you fly with me instead?”

“Absolutely, Artesia.” You promise, “I have a feeling we’re going to be in here a lot more, but I can do the next few with you.”

“Thanks, Felix.”

A few minutes later.

“Now let's see what the final kill count came out to, I know my own but…” Vivima says, tapping away at one of the terminals in the observation position and pulling up a mission results screen. She immediately laughs, some oddity catching her eye, “An escape pod, Felix? With your fists. Someone was off being naughty.”

“I, uh, just sort of did it to see if I could, it was cathartic. I didn’t expect the cruisers to simulate evacuations.” You explain with a shrug, not wanting to play into her games.

“Mm, sure, sure. Three Salamis-class, six saberfish, a Waff command type, and one escape pod. Those ship kills are nasty - two of them with a heat hawk? Felix, you lovely maniac, that’s not what those are for.” She continues, something about her praise causing your heart to beat a bit faster.

You try to keep your focus on the results, not her, and push on, “Improvise and adapt, right? Six saberfish is news to me though, I thought I only got four. The last two ran off.”

“It probably counted them as having to ditch, once they cleared the area, the sim still credits the kills.”

“What were my results?” Artesia asks grumpily.

“...Lets see,” Viivma mutters while clicking over to a different results page, “Two waffs, and half a dozen assists on the same. That’s good for a first run.”

“...Thanks.”

“Casval got… seven Waffs, congratulations there Mr. Ace,” Vivima continues, laughing hard as she reads the rest of his results, “And the carrier …And Artesia.”

“It doesn't actually say tha- Oh come on!” Artesia shouts as she leans over Vivima’s shoulder to read the screen herself, whipping about to angrily point a finger at your brother, “You don’t get to be an ace, aces don’t vaporize their sisters.”

“You’re right about that, friendly fire negates his entire score, accidental or not.” Vivima says smugly, “If this were the real thing you’d get cashiered for that. That leaves me in the lead with seven of my own. Thanks for the assists, Artesia.”

“You’re welcome, I guess.” Your sister grumbles, kicking at the ground a little.

“Time for the next sim then… Oh, there it is, can't believe I missed that earlier - Granada surprise assault! This is bound to be a classic someday.”
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>>5503250

Later that day, after hours of simulation runs and another dinner with the Zabis.

You’re lying in bed, staring at the canopy above you, another day having passed by.

The simulator runs got tiring toward the end, and you were glad to be done with them by the time you stopped. Dinner was easier than before - Gihren wasn’t there, away on some political tour, and Dozle was off at the academy. Vivima kept Kycilia mostly distracted, much to your relief, but seeing the two of them actually interact like normal people was… jarring. It’s confusing to see Kycilia be warm with someone, the two of them hardly making any mischievous comments at all.

Garma and Artesia talked most of the dinner with each other, and that left you and Casval with Degwin. He told stories about his children, avoiding politics, and it was actually rather pleasant - You were allowed to leave early to spend more time with your mother, and that was a welcome reprieve. She’s doing just a little bit better, and hopefully that will continue.

You sigh and roll over, looking at the paintings on the wall of your room. It’s just landscapes, beautiful depictions of countrysides back on earth. It reminds you a bit of Spain, actually, and your thoughts drift to Elena. She’s a good… friend? You’ve been meaning to write to her, you even took those pictures earlier for it.

Sighing, you get back out of bed and wander over to the nearby desk, getting out a pen and paper and setting about the task. Her letters are always something you look forward to, even if they’ve been getting darker and darker. It’s worrying, very worrying, but there’s little to be done about it. Hopefully Dozle was telling the truth about letting you still send letters, but there's no way to found out other than to try.

>Let her know that things have changed a lot and that you should be able to finally see Von Braun together in a few months. Nothing specific about the Zabis, but mention being back in Side Three.
>Tell her the truth about where you’re living now, but also that it means you’ll be able to visit her sooner. Don’t speak ill of the Zabis, tell the truth mostly but dress it up in a way that should be palatable if the letter gets read by Kycilia.
>...On second thought, maybe it’s best to wait a little longer. Go back to bed.
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>>5503252
>Let her know that things have changed a lot and that you should be able to finally see Von Braun together in a few months. Nothing specific about the Zabis, but mention being back in Side Three.

She's not allowed to know shit.

It'll make her inevitable death during the moon invasion part of the war hurt more.
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>>5503252
1)
>Let her know that things have changed a lot and that you should be able to finally see Von Braun together in a few months. Nothing specific about the Zabis, but mention being back in Side Three.

2)
>Tell her the truth about where you’re living now, but also that it means you’ll be able to visit her sooner. Don’t speak ill of the Zabis, tell the truth mostly but dress it up in a way that should be palatable if the letter gets read by Kycilia.

If we don't write to her now, we probably never will. And that'll make for a bad time for us all, since we're scheduled to meet with her in a few weeks if I remember Dozle's promise correctly.
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>>5503252
>>5503258
Changing my vote to
1)
>Tell her the truth about where you’re living now, but also that it means you’ll be able to visit her sooner. Don’t speak ill of the Zabis, tell the truth mostly but dress it up in a way that should be palatable if the letter gets read by Kycilia.

2)
>Let her know that things have changed a lot and that you should be able to finally see Von Braun together in a few months. Nothing specific about the Zabis, but mention being back in Side Three.

I remember Dozle said that Kycilia's guards would be there, and I'm going to commit to there being no potentially bad surprises when we meet her.
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>>5503252
>>Let her know that things have changed a lot and that you should be able to finally see Von Braun together in a few months. Nothing specific about the Zabis, but mention being back in Side Three.
Going with keeping things vague. Pretty sure this letter's gonna get looked over before it gets sent out.
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>>5503266
Also, Kycilia is definitely going to read whatever we write to Elena. It might be suspicious if we aren't specific, since the Kycilia Agency has definitely read all our mail. And there's a chance Kycilia or someone working for her might try to blackmail us by threatening to tell Elena about what's going on. But it might be good to be vague for the tragedy of it, like the other anon said. Make Felix really start to hate the Zabis and all that fun stuff.
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>>5503252
>Let her know that things have changed a lot and that you should be able to finally see Von Braun together in a few months. Nothing specific about the Zabis, but mention being back in Side Three.
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>>5503252
>Let her know that things have changed a lot and that you should be able to finally see Von Braun together in a few months. Nothing specific about the Zabis, but mention being back in Side Three.
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>>5503255
>>5503266 (second option)
>>5503281
>>5503374
>>5503407
Writing.
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It’s probably best to keep things vague for now, mentioning the Zabis is just asking for trouble - It seems almost inevitable that Kycilia or one of her goons will read it, they’ve probably been reading all of your letters to Elena, but pushing her deeper into this mess just feels wrong. It already nearly got her killed once. Elena can probably read between the lines anyways, she knows enough to piece together a general picture.

No, no Zabis. Instead it’ll be better to focus on the good news, you’ll finally be able to meet her in Von Braun like you promised years ago - Getting something to fly around in might be a little tricky, but at this point you’re fairly resourceful. Rafferty ended up teaching you a lot about low level corruption and bribery, even if he probably didn’t quite intend to do so…

You set pen to paper, thinking of the happier days ahead of you. Just a few more months at most, maybe even sooner…

Of course you’ll have to talk with Kycilia about it. Sighing, you get back to it.

Dear Elena…

Two weeks later.

Acclimating to life with the Zabis has been difficult, but constantly living a lie is something you’ve grown up doing; pretending to forgive and forget is almost second nature, a mask that slipped on easily after a few days. Lucifer was delivered a while back, the black cat quickly making himself at home, but unfortunately Teabolo is not going to be able to visit, probably ever, which absolutely crushed your sister for a few days. Garma, to his credit, did a great deal to try to cheer her up, but it was mostly your mother that helped her through it.

Elena’s first letter to you while you’ve been with the Zabis arrived recently, and she seems to be doing a little better than before. She has a new friend, Nina, who entered university early just like Elena did - they’re younger than their classmates and have been struggling to adapt, so they’ve decided to stick together. Elena was ecstatic about the news that you’ll be able to visit sooner than expected, and claimed to already be getting ready.
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>>5503564

Your mother is doing much better, already looking more filled with life and no longer needing her wheelchair. Depression and near starvation almost killed her, turned her into a shadow of herself, and other than still being skinny as a rail she’s quickly returning to something like her old self. The doctors told you that it's good that she’s as young as she is, only in her late thirties, or the recovery could have been a much rockier ordeal.

She’s been spending time with Glemy recently while you and your siblings are off with Garma or Vivima, forming a quick bond with the young boy. He’s Gihren’s son - Not a huge surprise, but the details are still unclear. They went to Laplace park yesterday, in disguise and with guards, Vivima joining them - It was just a simple thing, letting Glemy play with some kids around his age, but your mother was insistent that it happen. Vivima got Kycilia to come around to the idea, and off they went.

You tried to go but got stuck horse riding with Garma instead - You did get to meet some of his ‘friends’ though, a gang of fawning sycophants from other less influential families that compliment him on nearly everything he does, trying to curry favor with the Zabis. Hardly friends at all, truth be told. His current girlfriend, Siya, the one he missed dinner to see, didn’t seem all that bad though. He told them all that you and your siblings are the children of a politician from Side Six, and you just used your old fake first names - They didn’t press the issue. It would have been nicer to spend some time with your mother outside of the gilded cage of the palace, but getting to leave at all was a welcome change.

Your mother knows what you’re up to. There’s been no need to speak about it directly, there’s been no chance to speak about it with all the bugs across the palace, but she knows - And it seems that she’s decided to help. The park visit wasn’t her first move either, she’s been speaking with Degwin, taking tea with him a few times nearly as soon as she could manage it - What exactly they speak about you have no idea, but it seems to put that wrinkled old prune of a man in a good mood.
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>>5503567

Where are you now?

>With Garma and his ass kissing ‘friends’ again. You and your siblings are in disguise once more and off to see a basketball game - You don’t really know anything about the sport, it's always been more of an interest to Casval, but that’s not the point. Vivima has tagged along, mischievous as ever.

>Learning to dance in one of the palace’s empty ballrooms. It’s important to know how, it would be embarrassing if you can’t when the need finally arises. Appearances are everything, and you’ll struggle to make allies in high society if you’re tripping all over your feet. Mink is teaching you. Artesia is off with Garma somewhere, and Casval is meeting with Gihren again.

>Meeting with Gihren in his study. It’s about time you spoke with the man, only Casval has had much of a chance so far but he's been handling it well from what he reports on your morning runs. Gihren is not a pleasant person by any stretch, and arrogant in the extreme, but he’s the most influential of the Zabis and the main force pushing them on politically. Artesia got pulled away by Kycilia to talk, which worries you a great deal, and Casval is with Garma practicing shooting.
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>>5503571
>Learning to dance in one of the palace’s empty ballrooms. It’s important to know how, it would be embarrassing if you can’t when the need finally arises. Appearances are everything, and you’ll struggle to make allies in high society if you’re tripping all over your feet. Mink is teaching you. Artesia is off with Garma somewhere, and Casval is meeting with Gihren again.
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>>5503571
1)
>Learning to dance in one of the palace’s empty ballrooms. It’s important to know how, it would be embarrassing if you can’t when the need finally arises. Appearances are everything, and you’ll struggle to make allies in high society if you’re tripping all over your feet. Mink is teaching you. Artesia is off with Garma somewhere, and Casval is meeting with Gihren again.
2)
>Meeting with Gihren in his study. It’s about time you spoke with the man, only Casval has had much of a chance so far but he's been handling it well from what he reports on your morning runs. Gihren is not a pleasant person by any stretch, and arrogant in the extreme, but he’s the most influential of the Zabis and the main force pushing them on politically. Artesia got pulled away by Kycilia to talk, which worries you a great deal, and Casval is with Garma practicing shooting.
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>>5503571
1)
>With Garma and his ass kissing ‘friends’ again. You and your siblings are in disguise once more and off to see a basketball game - You don’t really know anything about the sport, it's always been more of an interest to Casval, but that’s not the point. Vivima has tagged along, mischievous as ever.
The only reason this is priority for me is because this one keeps us together, with us and our siblings having the possibility of breaking away to discuss more private things (if this basketball game is outside the Zabi estate).

2)
>Learning to dance in one of the palace’s empty ballrooms. It’s important to know how, it would be embarrassing if you can’t when the need finally arises. Appearances are everything, and you’ll struggle to make allies in high society if you’re tripping all over your feet. Mink is teaching you. Artesia is off with Garma somewhere, and Casval is meeting with Gihren again.
Honestly this is pretty good for us, and gives our siblings more time to focus on their strong suits.
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>>5503586
>if this basketball game is outside the Zabi estate
I just reread it and it definitely isn't in their estate.
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>>5503571
>1) Learning to dance in one of the palace’s empty ballrooms. It’s important to know how, it would be embarrassing if you can’t when the need finally arises. Appearances are everything, and you’ll struggle to make allies in high society if you’re tripping all over your feet. Mink is teaching you. Artesia is off with Garma somewhere, and Casval is meeting with Gihren again.

>2) Meeting with Gihren in his study. It’s about time you spoke with the man, only Casval has had much of a chance so far but he's been handling it well from what he reports on your morning runs. Gihren is not a pleasant person by any stretch, and arrogant in the extreme, but he’s the most influential of the Zabis and the main force pushing them on politically. Artesia got pulled away by Kycilia to talk, which worries you a great deal, and Casval is with Garma practicing shooting.
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>>5503564
>She has a new friend, Nina
>Younger than their classmates

Oh no.

>>5503571

>Learning to dance in one of the palace’s empty ballrooms. It’s important to know how, it would be embarrassing if you can’t when the need finally arises. Appearances are everything, and you’ll struggle to make allies in high society if you’re tripping all over your feet. Mink is teaching you. Artesia is off with Garma somewhere, and Casval is meeting with Gihren again.
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>>5503571
1)
>>Meeting with Gihren in his study. It’s about time you spoke with the man, only Casval has had much of a chance so far but he's been handling it well from what he reports on your morning runs. Gihren is not a pleasant person by any stretch, and arrogant in the extreme, but he’s the most influential of the Zabis and the main force pushing them on politically. Artesia got pulled away by Kycilia to talk, which worries you a great deal, and Casval is with Garma practicing shooting.

2)
>Learning to dance in one of the palace’s empty ballrooms. It’s important to know how, it would be embarrassing if you can’t when the need finally arises. Appearances are everything, and you’ll struggle to make allies in high society if you’re tripping all over your feet. Mink is teaching you. Artesia is off with Garma somewhere, and Casval is meeting with Gihren again.
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>>5503576
>>5503584
>>5503586 (second choice)
>>5503623
>>5503654
>>5503684 (second choice)
I'll get to writing in a bit.

>>5503654
Well spotted. Anaheim has interesting hiring practices.
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>>5503571
>Meeting with Gihren in his study. It’s about time you spoke with the man, only Casval has had much of a chance so far but he's been handling it well from what he reports on your morning runs. Gihren is not a pleasant person by any stretch, and arrogant in the extreme, but he’s the most influential of the Zabis and the main force pushing them on politically. Artesia got pulled away by Kycilia to talk, which worries you a great deal, and Casval is with Garma practicing shooting.

>Learning to dance in one of the palace’s empty ballrooms. It’s important to know how, it would be embarrassing if you can’t when the need finally arises. Appearances are everything, and you’ll struggle to make allies in high society if you’re tripping all over your feet. Mink is teaching you. Artesia is off with Garma somewhere, and Casval is meeting with Gihren again.
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“No, no, like this.” Mink corrects your form, nudging your foot with her own as you both dance about the center of the high ceilinged ballroom, “Right foot forward, further, and then your left - Come on, Felix, this is basic stuff, circles inside circles.”

“Hey, I’m starting to get the hang of it.” You assure her, going through the movements without needing to be told, repetition after repetition drilling the proper sequence into you, “No need to walk me through like that anymore.”

“Mm, if you say so, sir.” She replies skeptically as you carry on, slowly drifting across the vast chamber, “Er, I mean Felix. Sorry, it still just slips out still, old habits.”

“It’s alright, Mink. I’m still surprised you ever had time to learn to dance with how much you have to work.” You reply, glad to have her as a teacher. It was distracting at first, being so close to her - she’s rather pretty, even if she really goes a bit overboard with her makeup - but you’ve largely gotten over it.

“This is work, Felix.” She reminds you playfully, winking, “But I don’t mind. I started when I was little, and Master Gihren insisted that I continue, even after I had to tale on my other duties. It’s fun though, I’ve always liked it! If dancing helps my family I’ll do it, I’d be silly not to, right?”

“It is fun.” You agree as she pulls away slightly in gentle dip, keeping her balance without issue, her dark hair falling back elegantly.

As she recovers her violet eyes meet your own, “You’re my favorite partner.”

“Oh?” You ask with a smirk, keeping things light, “Flattery won’t work you know, I’ve been tripping all over the place.”

“...I don’t mean like that.” She says, her tone softening, losing that playful but not quite flirtatious tone it normally carries, “...And this is only your third time anyways, I used to fall all over myself when I started. You’re getting better really fast.”

You slow down a little, focusing more on her than the dance, “So what do you mean then?”

She looks like a deer caught in headlights for a moment, pale and afraid, face nearly frozen in uncertainty - Her emotions wrap over and around you, flowing past like a torrent of water finally let loose, leaving behind a confused but intense impression in the surrounding space. She starts to speak, stops, and then finally manages to begin.

“You’re kind. Kot taught me most of what I know, but he’s so strict and harsh about every mistake…” Mink wrinkles her nose, making a funny look and then laughing sweetly as she speaks about the old man, though there’s something in her tone that betrays a continuing anxiety, “And he sort of smells if you’re close enough. Not that I don’t appreciate him, everything would be such a mess without him… but you’re… I can talk with you. Sometimes it feels like you just understand things, even if I pick stupid words. Other people don’t care.”
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>>5504121

“Really?” You ask, easing up at her kind words.

With all that build up you expected something more than a compliment, but it does make you wonder about her - Sometimes you really feel as if there’s something familiar about her, just out of reach of your awareness like a veil is concealing her, flashes of insight coming easily even if they’re always muddled and confused… and she is a spacenoid…

She gives a cute but sad little nod, “...I don’t really have friends, I suppose, and no one else ever really tries to listen. They always rotate the other staff. Kot stays, I stay, the rest go every six months or so. Sometimes a few come back, sometimes they stay for a year. Master Gihren and I talk, but it’s… it’s usually about him.”

“Gihren just talks about himself? Somehow that’s not surprising.” You joke, keeping things slow still while you talk.

“It’s really not, is it?” Mink agrees, but her voice grows sad after a short pause, “You’re not going to stay long either, are you?”

“Huh? What has you thinking that?”

She stops dancing entirely, hands still gripping yours as she looks up just slightly to you, not quite your height, “You are going to the academy, right? Off to be a big military man with guns and marching, like Master Dozle.”

“Maybe not quite like Dozle, but yes.” You admit, “That’s still a few months off though, we’ve barely just arrived.”

“I’ll miss all of you. Well, maybe not Casval so much, but you and Artesia…”

You ignore the comment about your brother for now, focusing on the hurt you can see in her violet eyes, “Hey, no need to talk like that right now, we’re not gone yet. What’s got you talking like this, Mink? Is there something wrong?”

“No, not any more than normal…” She says, the words biting surprisingly deep as you hear them, “I’ve just been thinking a lot recently is all. About what I do here. What I’ve been doing. I… I’m proud that I’m helping my family, but I don’t like some of it. …Gihren asks me to tell him what you all say, and I... I get corrected if I don’t. I hate it. I hate it.”

“Oh.” You respond, eyes widening and immediately looking past her to the distant golden walls of the empty ballroom, your thoughts immediately turning to the pervasive bugging of the palace “...Well, you don’t really have a choice, do you? I appreciate the honesty, but maybe this isn’t a smart thing to discuss.”
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>>5504126

“No, no, we’re okay here.” She says adamantly, shaking her head, slender hands tightening their grip around yours as she pulls you closer, “I thought this through a lot last night. The middle of the room can’t be heard, I picked here on purpose. One of the guards was complaining about it after the last big party Master Degwin held… We shouldn’t stay for too long, they’ll probably notice, but you need to know.”

…This is the first time using this room for lessons, it’s far more traditional looking than the flashy artificial crystal cave you remember from the tour.

“It’s about your father.”

>”Are you absolutely sure we can’t be heard?”
>”...What about my father?”
>”Don’t. Whatever you’re about to say, don’t. Ever. Let’s just dance, okay?”
>Write-in.
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>>5504127
>”Are you absolutely sure we can’t be heard?”
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>>5504127
>”Don’t. Whatever you’re about to say, don’t. Ever. Let’s just dance, okay?”
The curiosity is killing me. But there is a slim chance that whatever thing was happening there last night can be heard.
That and we don't know if she'll tell Gihren or not, since she seems to be pretty coerced and emotionally broken.
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>>5504131
>night can be heard.
*was fixed already.
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>>5504127
>”Are you absolutely sure we can’t be heard?”
This is bait and I'm taking it.
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The more I think about this the more I feel like this is a test by Gihren. Whether she's a willing informant or not, she'll tell him about this.
We can't trust anyone in this place, especially someone directly working for the Zabis.
This might be the one to make it or break it with Gihren, but I feel like anons are too reckless to care about getting his trust so we can kill him easier.
Oh well, time to brace ourselves as we become the mutual enemy of Kycilia and Gihren.
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>>5504137
Alright, this came out more aggressive than I thought it would.
I blame my lack of sleep.
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>>5504137
Fine, I'll accept your shadowrun
1)
>”Don’t. Whatever you’re about to say, don’t. Ever. Let’s just dance, okay?”
2)
>”...What about my father?”
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>>5504127
>>5504133
>”Don’t. Whatever you’re about to say, don’t. Ever. Let’s just dance, okay?”
>>5504137
You're right, talking about this will probably only lead to bad things and more direct conflict.
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>>5504127
>>”Don’t. Whatever you’re about to say, don’t. Ever. Let’s just dance, okay?”
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>>5504127
>”Don’t. Whatever you’re about to say, don’t. Ever. Let’s just dance, okay?”
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>>5504131
>>5504140
>>5504142
>>5504148
>>5504164
Writing.
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Your blood runs cold at the mention of your father, and you barely manage to maintain your façade of relative calm, only the smallest hint of surprise slipping through as you study the features of the young maid’s pale face - She looks frightfully serious, waiting for your response with bated breath.

“Don’t.” You command gently, giving her hands a small squeeze and remaining close, “Whatever you’re about to say, don’t. Ever. Let’s just dance, okay?”

Mink’s brow furrows, and confusion fills her violet eyes for a few seconds until eventually she gulps nervously and slowly nods, her resolve fleeing her as quickly as it came, replaced by absolute terror as some calculation goes wrong in her head, “I… I… Of course. You aren’t going to tell…? Oh god, oh god, why did I even talk? Don’t, please, I know I shouldn’t have looked, I’m sorry. I just thought you didn’t… But… The Zabis…”

She continues to babble almost incoherently, tears welling up in her eyes before she buries her face against your shoulder, sobbing and apologizing repeatedly, black hair brushing against your cheek, her hands shaking with fear.

“Mink, it’s okay.” You attempt to comfort her, her sudden breakdown stabbing right into your heart. You’re unsure of how to cover for this - even without microphones there might still be cameras, and a sudden breakdown like this is going to be hard to hide, “It’s okay - You’re going to be okay. We’re friends, right? I take care of my friends, I won’t…”

She keeps crying, and fear of just how exactly this is going to look begins to really grip you - It’s not fear for yourself so much, you’ve said the right things more or less, but rather its fear for her. Gihren has already been beating her, those ‘corrections’ she admitted quietly to, but right now it sounds more like she’s afraid of dying.

Her panic is contagious, she’s handling this terribly, and you try to keep your mind clear as you quickly sort through options, none of them sitting well with you.

>Just keep trying to talk to her. Hopefully she’ll get a hold of herself and be smart enough not to break down when she’s questioned about it later.
>Kiss her. There’s nothing romantic about it, but you need to cover for this and a messy rejection and guilt ridden reversal between teenagers could work. That’s an easy story to sell, and it might be enough to distract Gihren from what’s really going on.
>Slap her, force her to stop. It’s callous, cruel, and makes your stomach turn under the circumstance - and it might even seal her fate - but this could be a complete disaster if the Zabis get a whiff of anything confirming your real intentions, or think that they have.
>Write-in?
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>>5504246
>Just keep trying to talk to her. Hopefully she’ll get a hold of herself and be smart enough not to break down when she’s questioned about it later.
>Write-in?
>"Mink, don't worry. I promise you I won't tell anyone."
>"If anyone asks, tell them you were thinking about your past and how things have gotten."
>"I will try to help you how I can, but you need to be strong."
what the fuck man
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>>5504246
>1) Kiss her. There’s nothing romantic about it, but you need to cover for this and a messy rejection and guilt ridden reversal between teenagers could work. That’s an easy story to sell, and it might be enough to distract Gihren from what’s really going on.
Makes complete sense as a solution

>2)Slap her, force her to stop. It’s callous, cruel, and makes your stomach turn under the circumstance - and it might even seal her fate - but this could be a complete disaster if the Zabis get a whiff of anything confirming your real intentions, or think that they have.
A Gundam classic
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>>5504251
That went worse than I thought, I can't believe I didn't think to at least suggest making a write-in that would console her before telling her not to tell us anything.
But either way, kissing her might piss of Gihren (definitely against us, but maybe even to her if she does something like defending us), while slapping her might get her killed.
Man I feel like shit.
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It's kind of funny now that I think about it. I was trying to make it so that we don't get on Gihren's shit list, but now the choice is potentially having her die or making Gihren resent us.
I'm trying to salvage the situation with my write-in, but it's completely understandable if none want to vote for it, considering I was the one to get us into this mess by not taking the fact that Mink is a mess emotionally to it's conclusion.

>>5504251
Taking out 'and how things have gotten' from my vote.
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>>5504246
>>Write-in?
Cool down hug
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>>5504246
>>5504251
Changing my vote to
>Write-in?
>Give her a hug.
>Stay in there in the ballroom where the bugs can't hear you while you start speaking to her.
>"Mink, please listen to me. The reason I was telling you to keep quiet was so that you wouldn't get hurt. All of this is dangerous, and I don't want to see you get involved in something that will be bad for you in the end."
>"If anyone asks, tell them you were thinking about the past while we were dancing and talking, and some memories made you emotional."
>"I believe in you, in fact I know you can still be safe, Mink." Say this with conviction.
>"Please, Mink, be strong. I'll support you when I can."
>Give her the most encouraging and sincere smile you can.
True friendship route, gotta help her out. I really hope I'm not bungling anything again, but I tried to put enough emotion into this that it could calm Mink down and make her listen so she doesn't say anything that might incriminate her.
I was thinking of changing my vote for the kiss option, but I don't feel confident enough that Mink won't just start telling Gihren about everything to defend us, especially after us giving her a kiss. I mean, even if it's fake it's got to mean something to her.
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>>5504246
>Kiss her. There’s nothing romantic about it, but you need to cover for this and a messy rejection and guilt ridden reversal between teenagers could work. That’s an easy story to sell, and it might be enough to distract Gihren from what’s really going on.
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>>5504246
>Just keep trying to talk to her. Hopefully she’ll get a hold of herself and be smart enough not to break down when she’s questioned about it later.
I'm confused.
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>>5504246
>Just keep trying to talk to her. Hopefully she’ll get a hold of herself and be smart enough not to break down when she’s questioned about it later.
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>>5504261
Don't feel bad anon, sometimes the paranoia just ends us backfiring.
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>>5504592
Forgot to delete the word just,
Anyway, sometimes the paranoia pays off. Given how the Zabis operate, it's justified.
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>>5504592
>>5504601
Thanks man, you're completely right.
At least this has taught me not to go shadowrunning so hard.

>>5504246
>>5504400
Changing my vote
>Just keep trying to talk to her. Hopefully she’ll get a hold of herself and be smart enough not to break down when she’s questioned about it later.
My write-in was dumb. Felix is probably kind and sharp enough to figure out what to say and how to console her (though I'd still like to give her a hug). I think she can be saved while not getting on the bad side of that bastard Gihren (and I don't want Casval to stick out his neck for us against that guy). Optimistic? Maybe, but I'm willing to take that chance.
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>>5504252 (alternatively channel the power of Bright)
>>5504513
Kiss.

>>5504372
Hug.

>>5504536
>>5504583
>>5504620
Talk.

Writing, might be awhile until I get the update out though. I'll throw in the hug.
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Unsure of what exactly to do, you just carry on trying to calm Mink down. You gently free yourself from her trembling hands, and wrap the sobbing and panic stricken girl in a comforting hug. After a moment her slender arms wrap around you, hands gripping at the back of your white shirt, a faint floral aroma clinging to her. She keeps babbling and crying for a while, shaking in fear, her head buried against you.

“Mink, listen.” You say, your voice steady and firm, “It’s okay. I don’t know what’s going on, but I’m not going to hurt you. Please, whatever you think is going to happen, it isn’t.”

“But I… I shouldn’t… you… really with them… I’m sorry, I…” She’s practically hyperventilating, struggling to even get out words now, whatever she’s afraid of really shaking her to the core. Does she think you’re actually with the Zabis?

Her breathing begins to slow as you continue to hold her close, whispering reassurances and comforting words, and eventually she begins to comprehend, fear and confusion gradually ebbing away but refusing to leave entirely, “You… you aren’t going to tell?”

She pulls back a little and looks up to you, her face a pathetic mess; tears have ruined her makeup, leaving dark tracks down her cheeks.

You speak quietly, looking deep into her violet eyes, “I’m not going to risk getting you hurt over something I don’t even understand. You didn’t do anything wrong, Mink, it’s okay.”

“But… if you’re not going to… why don’t you want to know? I don’t… I don’t understand, Felix. Your father, he was poi… Sasro and his-”
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>>5505045

“No. There’s nothing good that can come from that.” You cut her off, shaking your head as you muster the resolve needed to tell a lie, even a partial lie, to the poor girl, “...There are a lot of nasty rumors that have gone around. I’ve heard them before - I don’t want to hear more. I’m here for my fathers dreams and to serve my homeland, and I… I can’t dwell on the past.”

“But… but the Zabis,” She sniffles, wiping away her tears with a silk handkerchief produced from one of the pockets of her uniform, “They did all of this… our families… you should know what…”

“Mink, please. It isn’t easy for me either… I hate how they treat you, I know Gihren-”

She shakes her head, tears threatening to well up once more and her normally sweet and clear voice quavering as she speaks, ”Let’s… let's just dance. Like you said. I shouldn’t have said anything, I shouldn’t have ever looked. I’m sorry, Felix. I just thought you would want to know… I got so scared, if Master Gihren knew what I did I don’t know what he’d do… I just… I felt like I could trust you. ”

“...You can, Mink. Come on, let’s dance.”

The rest of the hour passes by quickly, conversation nearly dead, Mink struggling to focus on her role as instructor - It’s not much of a practice session really, but by the end of it she’s calmed down; she still looks like a mess though, her attempts to clean up her makeup a mixed success, puffy eyes and streaks lingering on.

She seemed to only mean well, and in truth your curiosity is still burning - New information about your father’s death, or rather his assassination, is something you badly want to know, but it just isn’t worth the risk. Mink is nice, but she’s confused, she trusts too easily - You haven’t even been here for a month, and all it took was a bit of kindness from you and Artesia for her to risk her family trying to tell you whatever that was. That kind of poor judgment is a mountainous risk… But if she wasn’t so unstable she could be very useful, and she clearly has access to information Gihren keeps private.

She surprises you with another hug before you go your separate ways, pressing tightly to you. It’s… nice? It doesn’t do much to take your mind off of things, the next day or so will be critical - If she’s questioned about her outburst this could still get messy.
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>>5505047

Later that day, at dinner.

The dining hall is mostly empty, lit by dim candlelight. The paintings on the walls stare down at you, their eyes seeming to follow your every move, each member of the Zabi family, alive and dead, watching the meal as it crawls along. Degwin isn’t here, and neither are Dozle or Gihren.

If you’d know Degwin wouldn’t be here you probably wouldn’t have come, but by the time you knew he wouldn’t be joining it was already too late. You and your siblings are stuck here, with only Kycilia, Garma, and Vivima. Kycilia has her hair down, wavy orange locks framing her face well; it turns out she does look much better like this. You focus on your food, and your siblings, Vivima - Anything but Kycilia.

Gihren absence weighs on your mind. You haven’t seen Mink since this morning.

“The game was so much fun, Garma, we should really go again for the next one.” Artesia says, and from her tone you can tell she’s retreading ground she must have already covered, you’ve heard her take around the same thing for hours before and it's unmistakable, “I liked your speech, it was very dignified.”

Garma looks rather pleased as he takes in your sister’s praise, “I wrote it myself, soon we’ll be giving speeches at the academy so-”

We, brother?” Kycilia asks, arching an eyebrow at Garma’s slip up, “They won’t be doing anything of the sort.”

“He means us, Kycilia.” Vivima says, rolling her eyes, “What thrilling heights of leadership giving a speech to the choir will be. I’m trembling with anticipation just thinking about it.”

“It’s a serious responsibility, Vivima.” Garma replies evenly, clearly used to this sort of prodding from the two of them, “Our peers hardly even know you.”

“They know enough.” Vivima answers confidently, that mischievous air about her once more, “I have a mystique to cultivate. Giving away everything is just no fun, where’s the sport?”

“A mystique? That contest has gotten to your head, sister.” Garma shakes his head before cutting at his steak with practiced precision, the very vision of etiquette.

Vivima smirks, “It worked. We’re up four points in Side Six.”

You exchange glances with your brother - That’s an impressive increase from such a small stunt. Whether it lasts is a different matter, but you know the Zabis have been hard at work trying to convince other sides to seek greater autonomy from the Federation.
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>>5505055

Kycilia lets her younger siblings talk amongst themselves, directing her dark, dark eyes to Artesia, “I’ll be visiting Dr. Flanagan in a few weeks - The newtype researcher. He’s just moved into a new facility on one of the other Banchi. I’m set to tour it. I’d like you to come with me.”

>Let Artesia handle this, see how things play out.
>”Would it be possible for Casval and I to go as well?” Gotta stick together.
>”How far is it? We need to keep up our training to be ready for the academy.” A day or two wouldn’t hurt, but it’s a vaguely plausible objection.
>Write-in.

Oof, already spotting more errors on this one than normal. Had to sneak in bits of writing between other things, didn't have much time to proof read.
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>>5505058
>”Would it be possible for Casval and I to go as well?” Gotta stick together.
Mink's life is suffering
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>>5505058
>”Would it be possible for Casval and I to go as well?” Gotta stick together.
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>>5505058
1)
>”Would it be possible for Casval and I to go as well?” Gotta stick together.
>”How far is it? We need to keep up our training to be ready for the academy.” A day or two wouldn’t hurt, but it’s a vaguely plausible objection.

2)
>”Would it be possible for Casval and I to go as well?” Gotta stick together.

3)
>”How far is it? We need to keep up our training to be ready for the academy.” A day or two wouldn’t hurt, but it’s a vaguely plausible objection.

I still feel bad about Mink.
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>>5505058
>”Would it be possible for Casval and I to go as well?” Gotta stick together.
>”How far is it? We need to keep up our training to be ready for the academy.” A day or two wouldn’t hurt, but it’s a vaguely plausible objection.

We're all in agreement that Mink is gonna die soon, right?
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>>5505058
>Let Artesia handle this, see how things play out.
>>5505072
I hope not, but yeah that lost post was a big death flag.
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>>5505075

This is probably gonna sound bad, but I really hope QM starts killing off some characters. Elena and Mink especially, really make us (the players) wanna hate the Zabis.
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>>5505072
I feel like it might turn out that way.
Man, this really sucks.

>>5505076
I hate them already. Hell, even if we have to kill Garma and/or Vivma just to make sure they all die I'd at least consider it.
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>>5505079
Dozle gets spared though, we can't kill a god like him.
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>>5505079
>>5505080

Garma and Dozle can stay, they're good boys. Vivi, Kycillia and Gihren have to go. Degwin can plead his case, but'll probably end up going, too.
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>>5505084
I wonder if Vivima's influence can stop the Degwin assassination
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>>5505089
Actually given how late it happens, and how much we changed already, it's definitely not going down like it went in canon, if it even gets to that point.
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>>5505092
I feel like Gihren's always gonna try and get rid of Degwin, but he's probably not gonna use a big space laser. Degwin'll probably way more active in the war, too. He only stepped back and let his kids run things because Garma died.
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>>5505084
I agree (even about Vivima, she's too far gone), except for the part with Degwin. We probably won't get the chance to make him plead his innocence, and he'll definitely want to fight us till the bitter end if he finds out we killed his children.

>>5505089
She'll probably have enough sway with Gihren to make him reconsider, if things somehow go like they did in canon. And if Degwin doesn't get assassinated by Gihren then Kycilia won't kill him.
Especially with Vivima trying to make Kycilia and Gihren grow closer.

>>5505092
We should see canon to be more of a frame of reference than something we should follow by the book.
Well, I've been doing that for now at least.
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>>5505104
>we killed his children

My plan has always been let the Feddies do our work for us. It'll be easier to do what Char did to Garma in canon to Kycillia and Gihren than to actually kill them ourselves, especially when the White Base and company get involved.
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>>5505058
>”Would it be possible for Casval and I to go as well?” Gotta stick together.
>”How far is it? We need to keep up our training to be ready for the academy.” A day or two wouldn’t hurt, but it’s a vaguely plausible objection.
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>>5505110
Yeah as a Gundam lorelet I've always just assumed that the plan was always to put them in situations where the Federation would kill them.
Not, ya know, engage them in duels like Inigo Montoya or just poison them in their sleep.
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>>5505100
Now that you say that I think you're right. Gihren will definitely entertain the idea, especially is Degwin wants to surrender. But Vivima will talk her brother out of it.

>>5505110
The Federation will be their biggest killer, yes, but White Base will be weaker without Sayla in it. I don't remember much, but I think she did something critical to stop Ramba's attack on it? I really need to watch the series again.
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>>5505120
Ramba recognized Sayla and stopped fighting, which gave Ryu an opening to shoot him. If anything, without Sayla around acting as an emotional anchor, it's likely that Amuro will be a more brutal person and actually kill Ramba in their second duel.
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>>5505130
I remember M'Quve didn't give Ramba an upgrade, but if you're saying that about Amuro then it might not make a difference if he gets it.
I'd really like to get Ramba to survive, since he'll definitely be an important part to secure Neo-Zeon/Contolist Union if he does.
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>>5505061
>>5505067
Stick together.

>>5505068
>>5505072
>>5505111
Stick together + Object.

>>5505075
Let Artesia handle it.

Writing.
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Before Artesia can answer the offer you speak up, raising the closest thing to a reasonable objection that comes to mind, “How far is it? We need to keep up our training to be ready for the academy.”

“Two days for the entire affair, though I don’t seem to recall inviting you.” Kycilia replies with a hint of venom as those deep dark eyes of hers search over you, “Physical conditioning is very important though, isn’t it? I know you do so love those early morning runs of yours.”

Your heart sinks, but you manage to keep your cool, more ready now for her tricks - She’s ever fond of sandbagging. It was only a matter of time until she realized the purpose of your runs… assuming she didn’t always know. Some of the things you’ve said…

“Morning runs?” Garma asks obliviously, “Dozle was just telling me a few days ago that I need to start waking earlier. Would you mind if I join?”

“I’d like that.” Artesia answers immediately, though her eyes are on Kycilia the entire time. A sympathetic chill running across your spine as your awareness brushes involuntarily against your sister’s.

“We’ll need to set a faster pace than the previous classes,” Casval says boastfully, nodding to Garma, “Can’t be outdone, can we? We start at 4:30.”

Casval lies so easily you forget sometimes that he’s even aware of your plans, the words and charm flowing freely despite being so close to the family you know full well that he reviles. The loss of morning runs is awful, but there’s nothing to be done about it. Something else will have to be found. The cage about you shrinks.

“4:30? That’s so… Well, I’ll be ready then!” Garma starts uncertainly, but after a moment it dies away and his normal outgoing nature returns, “You’re right, we can’t have our class be behind the others.”

“Artesia, do you have an answer?” Kycilia asks, the question hanging in the air for a moment as your sister remains silent.

“...I’d love to go. You did promise to teach me things.” Artesia finally replies, voice filled with false amicability, though she still puts on a decent enough act.

“And what fun those lessons have been so far, dear.” Kycilia practically coos in delight, absolutely relishing the control she has over you and doing little to conceal it, “Lom was very interested to meet my new assistant when I spoke with him today.”
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>>5505391

“...New assistant?” Artesia questions. Your blood runs cold. There it is - She’s going to try to split the three of you up.

Kycilia nods, “Indeed, Sayla. If it goes well I’ll be making our excursions a more permanent arrangement. Don’t worry, dear, I won’t get in the way of your preparations for the academy - I tended towards such tomboyish behaviors at your age as well; I don’t think the military will suit you though.”

“She’ll be an excellent officer, Kycilia.” Garma says, almost snapping at his older sister with how quick the comment comes out - And for once Kycilia seems genuinely surprised. It was just a flash of a look, there and gone in a blink, but it was unmistakable as anything else.

“...Call it a woman’s intuition, Garma.” Kycilia responds, recovering immediately, “In time you will see things just as I do, Artesia.”

Your sister says nothing, focusing on her plate instead - Kycilia seems to take that as a win, leaning back slightly in her chair.

“Would it be possible for Casval and I to go as well?” You ask, and from Vivima’s immediate smirk you realize that this was a predicted response.

Casval joins in along with you, mere moments from having spoken on his own, “I was about to ask as well. I’ve been discussing newtypes a great deal with Gihren, and I’d like to see what the current state of research is.”

“Perhaps I could be convinced to take another.” Kycilia replies, not looking at your brother at all, her eyes already settled on you, “Just one other, I travel light. We’ll speak after dinner.”

“...Newtype research?” Garma questions slowly, as if the words were very strange for him to hear placed together, “What is there to even research? I thought newtypes were just spacenoids with the right beliefs.”

Vivima stifles a laugh, “Garma, have you even read their father’s works? Or Gihren’s?”

“I’ll teach you!” Artesia practically blurts outs, “I mean, I’ll, uhm - I’ll know a lot more after speaking with Dr. Flanagan, I can tell you what I learn. And I’ve read a lot of dad’s writings.”

“Sure?” Garma says, looking between the two girls in mild confusion, “It has been a few years since I took that philosophy course…”

>”Garma, have you ever tried the mobile suit simulator?” Shift topics to something safe.
>”Does anyone know where Gihren is tonight? I was hoping to speak with him, but I haven't had much of a chance yet.” Mink anxiety.
>Skip to after dinner. Best to talk as little as possible for now, that'll be dangerous enough on its own.
>Write-in.
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>>5505397
>”Garma, have you ever tried the mobile suit simulator?” Shift topics to something safe.

Cas should go with Kycillia. He's better under pressure. We should stay behind to try and establish a rapport with Garma like we have with Dozle.
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Alright, time to use notes to talk about sensitive things then?

>>5505397
1)
>Let Garma and Artesia talk for a bit about newtypes and the like, then when you find an opportune moment chance the conversation.
>”Garma, have you ever tried the mobile suit simulator?” Shift topics to something safe.

2)
>”Garma, have you ever tried the mobile suit simulator?” Shift topics to something safe.

>>5505402
Agreed. Casval can handle Kycilia better than Felix, and will keep Artesia from getting too involved with her (I hope so at least).
I wish we'd have told Artesia not to get involved with the Flanagan Institute while in the Zam with Dozle, now thinking about it.
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>>5505410
>chance
*change
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>>5505410
>will keep Artesia from getting too involved with her

Artesia's a strong girl, she's capable of keeping boundaries where she wants them. The main reason I wanna send Cas off is to get some alone time with the Zabis. Also maybe to see if we can recruit Lalah early.
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>>5505412
My worry is that with her passion for newtypes she might be tempted to join the Institute as a scientist in order to influence them from the inside.
>spoiler
Didn't Lalah get saved by Casval while she was working for a gambler? I don't know if he'll be able to find her.
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>>5505418

Canon is so utterly obliterated at this point I wouldn't put is past QM to start changing the recruitment order like its a fuckin FF randomizer.
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>>5505419
hah, that's fair.
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>>5505397
>Let Garma and Artesia talk for a bit about newtypes and the like, then when you find an opportune moment chance the conversation.
>”Garma, have you ever tried the mobile suit simulator?” Shift topics to something safe.
Obviously Casval should go.
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>>5505397
>Let Garma and Artesia talk for a bit about newtypes and the like, then when you find an opportune moment chance the conversation.
>”Garma, have you ever tried the mobile suit simulator?” Shift topics to something safe.
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>>5505397
>”Garma, have you ever tried the mobile suit simulator?” Shift topics to something safe.
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>>5505402
>>5505410
>>5505438
>>5505603
>>5505640
Writing.
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>>5505397
>”Does anyone know where Gihren is tonight? I was hoping to speak with him, but I haven't had much of a chance yet.” Mink anxiety.
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“...It’s not just philosophy and theory,” Artesia continues, recovering most of her composure, “We can start tomorrow, if you’d like.”

“Tomorrow?” Garma questions, “I have something planned with Siya for most of the day.”

“...Oh. Well, it can be any day, there’s nothing pressing about it I suppose…” Your sister replies dejectedly, pouting a bit; she might be overdoing things, there’s no way Garma will-

“The day after then!” Garma says quickly, almost apologetically, “I’ll find the time. It sounds interesting.”

Okay, maybe she does know what she’s doing.

“It is!” Artesia replies, perking right back up and smiling. Vivima rolls her eyes nearly scoffs, suppressing a laugh, and it just as it looks like she’s getting ready to make some snide comment you interject.

“So, Garma, have you ever tried the mobile suit simulator?” You ask, Vivima’s words dying in her throat as you raise the new matter.

“...Not yet.” He replies, immediately looking at his younger sister and narrowing his eyes to slits, “Viv, you didn’t put him up to this, did you?”

“There was no need, any true pilot would ask.” She says with a little shrug, “It would be more fun with you there, they’re the future-”

“The future of warfare.” Garma says sarcastically, “They’re impressive, Viv, but we’re not going to be the ones flying them in a war. I’ll be a commander, not charging into enemy lines.”

"Speak for yourself, brother." Vivima grumbles.

“It’s good to be prepared for anything.” Casval comments, “Soldiers admire leaders that can do what they ask of their men.”

“And where’d you hear that from, Casval?” Garma asks, a hint of petulance returning. There are times where you can almost forget how spoiled he really is, he puts up a good show but it does slip out here and there - At least he seems to be aware of it, it never lasts long.

Casval takes a sip of his wine before answering, savoring it for a moment, “I heard it from an old veteran once. I’m sure Dozle would agree.”

“...That does sound like him.” Garma admits, letting the comment pass, “We won’t be flying mobile suits in the academy though, I have better things to focus on for now.”

“That’s very sensible.” Artesia says approvingly, “Don’t you think so as well, Felix?”

>”I do. There’s plenty of time to learn later. Mobile suits aren’t going away.”
>”You could probably manage the basics without taking too long, Garma, but if you think it’s a waste I press it. It's not my business to tell you how you should spend your time.”
>”It would probably be too much of a challenge to learn before the academy begins.”
>Write-in.

Bit of an anemic update, pressed for time again today. Should be able to get out a longer one in a few hours hopefully.
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>>5506195
>>”I do. There’s plenty of time to learn later. Mobile suits aren’t going away.”
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>>5506195
>”You could probably manage the basics without taking too long, Garma, but if you think it’s a waste I'll not press it. It's not my business to tell you how you should spend your time.”
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>>5506195
>”It would probably be too much of a challenge to learn before the academy begins.”
You know what? Time to fire up some of that competitive spirit
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>>5506195
1)
>”I do. There’s plenty of time to learn later. Mobile suits aren’t going away.”
>”You could probably manage the basics without taking too long, Garma, but if you think it’s a waste I won't press it."
Not what Felix believes exactly, but this is just to maybe convince Garma without pushing it too hard like Vivima does.
I don't like the last in this (which is why I changed it), since Garma could use it against us if we ever want to influence him.

2)
>”I do. There’s plenty of time to learn later. Mobile suits aren’t going away.”
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>>5506195
>”You could probably manage the basics without taking too long, Garma, but if you think it’s a waste I press it. It's not my business to tell you how you should spend your time.”
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>>5506195
>”It would probably be too much of a challenge to learn before the academy begins.”
I hate to give a Zabi a chance, but he might just save Sayla's life in the future.
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>>5506195
>”You could probably manage the basics without taking too long, Garma, but if you think it’s a waste I press it. It's not my business to tell you how you should spend your time.”
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>>5506195
>”You could probably manage the basics without taking too long, Garma, but if you think it’s a waste I won't press it. It's not my business to tell you how you should spend your time.”

Garma's not super competitive. Trying to play on any commutativity will just make us look like an asshole to him.
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What should we do to if Kycilia actually has recordings from what we've said in our runs? There's a chance that she doesn't and is just bluffing, or that she knows but doesn't have much (or good) proof, but there's a chance she'll try to blackmail us/our sister into doing stuff for her.
Maybe I'm just being paranoid, I'm not even sure if whatever Kycilia did to know about our runs can even record what we said.
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>>5506201
>>5506210
>>5506236
>>5506237
Writing.
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“You could probably manage the basics without taking too long, Garma,” You reply, deciding to let Garma make up his own mind on the issue, “But if you think it’s a waste I won’t press it. It’s not my business to tell you how you should spend your time.”

“I wouldn’t call it a waste, it just isn’t a priority. Father is always worrying about whether I’m taking this seriously, or if I’m right for our military at all - he’d rather I be a scholar.” Garma says, revealing something rather unexpectedly personal, “I’ll prove I have what it takes.”

“If you’re so committed then maybe you should spend less time at basketball games and with girls from lesser families, brother.” Vivima says rather mean spiritedly, shooting her brother a little contemptuous look - Her face softens a moment later, immediately filling with regret, “I… I’m sorry, that was extremely petty of me. I know you’ll be a good leader… and Siya has been good for you.”

“It was petty.” Garma agrees angrily, ”You've done that too often recently, Viv. I hate it when you get like this.”

Vivima doesn’t argue. Artesia almost begins to speak but then seems to decide against it as Casval grabs her hand, signaling restraint. The matter is dropped, a tension holding between the two Zabi siblings even after Vivima’s hasty apology. An awkward silence settles over the dining room for a short time, each person seeing to their meal rather than conversation.

Kycilia finally breaks the silence as she stands, a surprising amount of elegance in the simple action, “...I’ll be retiring to my study early tonight.”

“I think I will as well.” Vivima agrees quietly, “Garma, can we talk in private?”

Her brother nods. A split between the Zabis would be good, any split, but this isn’t going to be it. In this light they could almost be mistaken for twins - whatever issues exist between them are new and transitory. Normal sibling bickering.

“Mother is probably lonely…” Artesia says, the rest of her words mattering little; Casval is already beginning to stand as well, and you’re not far behind. Dinner is over.
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>>5506506

Half an hour later…

The interior of Kycilia’s section of the palace is not what you expected. It’s warm. Fanciful, even. The colors, the paintings, the statues - All of it. A subtle unicorn motif runs throughout the halls and rooms, art depicting medieval scenes of gallantry and courtly activity, battles by knights against dragons, ladies watching on from towers… You expected something cold and efficient; sleek modernity, imposing shadows, something fitting a diabolical spy master. Not this.

Casval seems equally perplexed, though he’s doing a better job of hiding it as the two of you are led through the normally private halls by a green uniformed guard who hasn’t spoken a word to either of you; his job was understood from the moment you appeared.

You’re here to entreat Kycilia to allow one of you to accompany her and Artesia to see this ‘Dr. Flanagan’ and his new research facility. It was obvious from her looks that Kycilia had more interest in you going with her, but Casval would likely be the better option. He doesn’t get as… distracted as you do. Disgust wells up in you when you think about it, but all it takes is the right look from her and your heart races regardless, cheeks heating and eyes finding it all too easy to wander and imagine…

No. No. Even thinking about thinking about it isn’t good. You grit your teeth and think of how close your mother was to dying. Alone. Depressed. Starving herself, her will to live ground down by the march of time as she was kept locked in that tower. The thoughts center you, bringing on a cold focus. This is all about revenge, and it’s good to remind yourself of that at times like this.

The guard opens a final set of doors, revealing a spacious study beyond, its wooden walls lined with bookshelves from floor to ceiling, and a few fancy chairs near a small table close to the center. Atop a slightly raised section of the marble floor sits a luxurious dark red divan, just high enough to give it a dominant presence, the faint impression of a throne looking down upon its lessers drawn to mind as you see the arrangement.

Kycilia lies atop the divan, alluringly languid and reclined, loose purple clothes revealing just enough of her form to stir a reaction in you without truly showing much at all. She’s hardly the most beautiful of Zeon’s aristocracy, but she is fair, and she commands what charms she has with beguiling confidence and ease. The lighting in the study casts her favorably, accentuating her in just the right places, her body a figure of delicate grace and femininity, long legs drawing your gaze, a tantalizing hint of athleticism remaining from her earlier years commanding the police forces and… You blink, tearing your eyes away. Hormones and wine from dinner, that’s all this is. She’s a witch.

Vengeance, Felix. Focus on what she’s done, not what she… could do… Dammit.
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>>5506509

The guard bows his head, turns, and shuts the door as he exits the room. You and Casval are left alone, walking your way toward the chairs.

“Did I not make myself clear enough at dinner?” Kycilia questions in an almost mocking tone as she lifts her head, lustrous copper hair flowing loose and free. She looks down at you both from the divan, setting aside the book she was reading, “Must I really spell it out?”

“It must have gotten lost in all the pleasant conversation.” Casval replies smoothly, idly examining one of the small figurines on the table near his chair as he sits, moving it about between his fingers, completely unfazed by Kycilia’s display, “Lets not waste time though. I’d like to be the one to accompany you on your trip - I’m the eldest, and the most useful to you.”

You manage to find your way into a chair as well, swallowing hard as you try to bring back some of that resolve from just a minute ago. Revenge. This is about revenge. Casval is starting strong.

“Eldest certainly. The most useful on this trip? Doubtful.” She says, her dark eyes narrowing for a moment before she raises a hand to point toward you, “You, Felix - I believe you’re familiar with the name Jedar. Am I correct?”

An icy cold wave of fear seizes you, thoughts of anything else vanishing in an instant.

Tryphosa.

>”I met a girl with that last name once, she visited Texas colony for a few days.”
>”Jedar? No, I don’t think I’ve ever heard that name before.”
>”What does this have to do with her?” Don’t try to hide anything, it sounds like the jig is up.
>Write-in.
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>>5506511
>”I met a girl with that last name once, she visited Texas colony for a few days.”
She knows we know her. Anything further seems unlikely. Admit the connection, not the depth of her familiarity.
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>>5506511
1)
>"I've heard the name before, indeed." You will give her information only when it's absolutely necessary. Go with the flow, and follow Casval's lead.

2)
>”I met a girl with that last name once, she visited Texas colony for a few days.”
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>>5506516
Also, fucking hell Felix. You really need to stop this weakness for women you've got.
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>>5506523
Well to be fair it's not for all women, just 'troublemakers' like Astraia put it.
But I bet this is more to do with the stupid thing we voted for last thread and what Kycilia did to us than something natural from Felix.
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>>5506511
>”I met a girl with that last name once, she visited Texas colony for a few days.”

Give her fuck and all. Force her to coax everything she wants out. Just be a stubborn asshole.
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>>5506511
>"I've heard the name before, indeed." You will give her information only when it's absolutely necessary. Go with the flow, and follow Casval's lead.
The doctor we talked with in the ship mentioned Jedar didn't he?
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>>5506511
>”I met a girl with that last name once, she visited Texas colony for a few days.”
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>>5506712
Dr. Zhang didn't actually mention his name specifically, but he was familiar with Jedar's work.
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>>5506511
>”I met a girl with that last name once, she visited Texas colony for a few days.”
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>>5506515
>>5506516 (second option)
>>5506540
>>5506720
>>5506723
Writing.
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You answer carefully, fear almost freezing the words in your throat, “...I met a girl with that last name once, she visited Texas colony for a few days.”

“So she did.” Kycilia says, her voice dripping with menace, dark eyes searching over you approvingly. “You fought with one of her guards, quite a rash decision for an even tempered young man. Very public.”

“We both fought.” Casval interjects, “I met her as well, Kycilia.”

“True, but only one of you began the fight. Not that it’s hard to stoke the passions of a young man.” Kycilia says, almost waving the thought away with a slight movement of her hand, “What do you know of her father?”

“He commanded an expedition into deep space, and… he’s involved in newtype research.” You reply carefully, giving the bare minimum of information, uncertain of just how much Kycilia already knows.

She smirks, approving of your answer, “Very good. Dr. Jedar is one of the leading minds in the field, one of only a handful who are truly striving to progress it, but he comes at a very high price, even for us. Think what you may of me, but I have a genuine interest in the issue, just as your sister does.”

“And what does this trip have to do with Dr. Jedar?” Casval questions, sitting up in his chair slightly, “We’ve never even met him.”

“He’s visiting Lom’s new facility, they have something of a working relationship, if a distant one. His visit is scheduled for the same day as my own - One of his ‘daughters’ is there with Dr. Flanagan, she arrived only recently. She’s the one you met. I’d like you to speak with her, Lom claims that she’s spoken of you and your sister.”

>”Tryphosa is with him? What is she doing there?”
>”...What do you want me to do?”
>"Casval spoke to her just as long as Artesia and I did."
>Write-in?
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>>5506928
>"Casval spoke to her just as long as Artesia and I did."
I'd very much like to interact with Tryphosa again but not while being directed by Kycilia to do it.
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>>5506928
>"Casval spoke to her just as long as Artesia and I did."
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>>5506928
1)
>”Tryphosa is with him? What is she doing there?”
>"Casval spoke to her just as long as Artesia and I did."

2)
>”Tryphosa is with him? What is she doing there?”

I think she might actually know about our connection with Tryphosa, sadly. She must've told, or Dr. Jedar noticed a fundamental change in her.
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>>5506928
>”Tryphosa is with him? What is she doing there?”
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>>5506928
>“You fought with one of her guards, quite a rash decision for an even tempered young man. Very public.”
So that did come back to bite us, I was hoping that it wouldn't.
I bet this is how our true relationship with Tryphosa came under Kycilia's radar, with us not really being prone to starting violence before this (though one anon made some interesting arguments that Felix didn't respect authority too much, which could explain certain things like why he thought it was a good idea to try to seduce Kycilia).
Probably still wise to hold as much information as we can from her unless we can't say otherwise. Lying to her is a bad idea either way.

What's the chance that the questions about Tryphosa seem like Felix has too much interest in her? I'm willing to change my vote if it's too much.
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>>5506987
And that last question wasn't meant for you QM but for the anons in general. Sorry if it seemed like it was.
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>>5506928
>>5506940
Changing my vote to
>"Casval spoke to her just as long as Artesia and I did."
I'm not taking that chance again.
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>>5506928
>"Casval spoke to her just as long as Artesia and I did."

Sorry Tryphosa, but I don't care for Jupiterian pussy.
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>>5506928
>"Casval spoke to her just as long as Artesia and I did."
>”Tryphosa is with him? What is she doing there?”

I feel like This is bait, and an attempt to be baited into using newtypes and confirming it for ALL parties.
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>>5506934
>>5506937
>>5507058
>>5507067
Writing.
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“Casval spoke to her just as long as Artesia and I did.” You point out, though it’s a blatant lie. He spoke with her, but it didn’t come close to your own time with the girl.

“If you bring me I can speak with her again, we got along well.” Casval says, furthering the idea along.

“...And yet there wasn’t a peep about you in the messages Lom has sent me, dear Casval - What am I to make of the girl’s indifference?” Kycilia replies, weighing the suggestion for a few moments before discarding it, “No, unless you can offer me something more than having exchanged words I won’t be bringing you along.”

“Another favor then.” Your brother offers, “Gihren-”

“Another favor?” Kycilia cuts him off, a flash of annoyance crossing her face, “And why should I value that at all? I have you where you’re needed, and I need something else done now, not in the future. I was uncertain if I would take Felix at all, your sister seems suitable on her own, but your insistence on taking his place is… enlightening.”

“Casval is the eldest, he-” You begin to say, searching for some reason she should take him, anything at all, Kycilia’s ire growing with each syllable you manage to get out.

“Casval, leave.” Kycilia commands, looking down upon you both imperiously.

“...As you wish.” You brother replies, standing and bowing his head slightly, a barely concealed rage in his blue eyes - you only catch the faintest glimpse of it as he looks down and over to you. The door out of the room opens before he reaches it, and the guard on the other side leads Casval away even before it finishes shutting.

“Are you familiar with snare traps, Felix?” Kycilia asks once your brother is out of sight.

“No, not particularly.” You answer honestly, never having been much of one for hunting of any kind.

“They’re simple things, ancient. The more you struggle, the tighter the rope around you becomes - I’ve always been fascinated by them myself. Desperation, panic, confusion; it’s one of the few times when people truly reveal themselves. And ropes can be all sorts of other fun besides…”

“Spare me your comments, Kycilia. I get the idea.”

“Let’s see if you truly do - You’re going to accompany me to see Dr. Flanagan, and Jedar’s daughter, and Jedar himself if need be. You will speak with the girl and see to it that she resumes her participation in Flanagan’s research wholeheartedly, and then when you arrive back here, successful in your task… I will reward you. You want to see that Lunarian girl of yours, yes? Elena. Rather pretty, isn’t she? I’ve been keeping a very close eye on her.”
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>>5507211

“...Elena’s from Earth, not Luna.” You correct her, but her threat is more than clear enough, “You’ll let me see her?”

“If you do as I ask - A simple task for a generous reward. I’m not unreasonable, Felix. Competent service is always rewarded.” Kycilia agrees, swinging her long legs down from the divan in a distracting display of languid grace, sitting elegantly along its side as she looks down at you, hands out to either side, “You’ll be allowed to go to Von Braun in disguise and with minimal guards, just enough monitoring to make sure you don’t go do something foolish at a Federation consulate. You were meaning to ask me about this soon, weren’t you? Dozle said as much.”

“Do you have his ship bugged too?” You ask, the depths of her treachery unending, “There’s nothing beyond you, is there?”

Kycilia smiles at your words, “...Nothing beyond me? Flattery is hardly necessary. We simply talked - Dozle is my brother, in case you’ve forgotten. As bullheaded as he can be at times, we do still discuss things on occasion - I was the first person he called after he took you. But enough of that - Will you do as I’ve asked, or play the role of a stubborn fool?”

Artesia, Tryphosa, Elena - She’s threatening them all at once, or your access to them, each potentially kept from you in their own way. What choice is there but to comply? This was always a risk, being blatantly manipulated like this by the Zabis, but it still makes you want to scream.

>”...I will do as you ask, Kycilia.” Perhaps you can undermine her later.
>”Tell me more about what you want done first.” Maybe it isn’t so bad of a task?
>”Get bent, you manipulative witch.” Probably very unwise, but cathartic.
>Write-in.
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>>5507214
>”...I will do as you ask, Kycilia.” Perhaps you can undermine her later.

Unironically, If we go to her and somehow talk to the New-type brain to brain. We can get the Juniper boys against them in the long run.
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>>5507214
>”...I will do as you ask, Kycilia.” Perhaps you can undermine her later.

Tryphosa is, like, a Kamille level Newtype. She's going to be totally immune to any kind of manipulation we try because she'll know its insincere.

Like this anon
>>5507215
says, Kycillia's plan is just gonna drive a wedge between the Jupterians and Zeon. Jedar may not care about his daughter personally, but he's definitely gonna care if someone tries use her to manipulate him.
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>>5507214
1)
>”Tell me more about what you want done first.” Maybe it isn’t so bad of a task?
>”...I will do as you ask, Kycilia.” Perhaps you can undermine her later.

2)
>”...I will do as you ask, Kycilia.” Perhaps you can undermine her later.

>>5507215
That's actually brilliant. At least speaking to Tryphosa, whether physically or through newtype power, has the possibility to cause a chain reaction against the Zabis in the Jovian faction.
Besides, we need to warn Artesia not to get more involved with Kycilia if this whole meeting with her is anything to go by.
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>>5507214
>”...I will do as you ask, Kycilia.” Perhaps you can undermine her later.
>”Tell me more about what you want done first.” Maybe it isn’t so bad of a task?
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>>5507213
She's working for Anaheim. If we can get her to send us some of their blueprints and act as more of an informant against it would be amazing for us, especially if we want the upper hand in the war against the Zabis and the Federation.
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>>5507232
>against it
*against them
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>>5507214
>”...I will do as you ask, Kycilia.” Perhaps you can undermine her later.
It'll be easy to let Tryphosa in on what's going on.
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>>5507214
>>”Tell me more about what you want done first.” Maybe it isn’t so bad of a task?

>>5507232
>butterfly effect has lead to Elena being the Anaheim Engineer with ties to a Zeon Ace
On a serious note, unless it gets averted I'm not sure she'd take Zeon very well after Operation British
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>>5507247
>unless it gets averted I'm not sure she'd take Zeon very well after Operation British

>Implying she'd still be alive at that point.
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>>5507247
She definitely won't if she lives to see it. But if we (somehow, probably by passing a note to her in secret with instructions to burn it after reading it, or just whispering it to her when we meet her) let her know that we hate the Zabis and want to stop them she might be more open to the idea of granting us access to secret documents.

I know people will hate what I'm about to say, but maybe we should date her. It would be an almost surefire way to get info from her, and she'll probably die in the OYW anyway (if she doesn't we can break up with her later on).
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>>5507258
Felix isn't that kinda guy though. Casval is, but not Felix. He may be an accidental womanizer, but Felix does actually care about peoples feelings.
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>>5507214
>”Tell me more about what you want done first.” Maybe it isn’t so bad of a task?
>”...I will do as you ask, Kycilia.” Perhaps you can undermine her later.
Dumb bitch doesn't even know we can talk through our minds
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>>5507262
That's true, but all I've said is just me talking in a meta-sense. I'm sure we can use story reasons to go about it without making Felix become ooc (I'd hate for Felix to just become a Char knockoff, he's a good kid and we should make sure he keeps caring for others).

I mean, we could even say something like this if she somehow lives through the OYW:
>"After all I've seen and been through I can't bear to know you'd be in danger if we're together. We shouldn't see each other anymore, I'm sorry."
We could also just break up with her because of differences in our views of contolism and humanity's future in general, or some combination of all of this or some other reason entirely.
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>>5507258
Go home lunar fags, this is a spacenoid lovers household.

Also that's some zabi tier logic and we have been trying to not be like them.
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>>5507214
>>”...I will do as you ask, Kycilia.” Perhaps you can undermine her later.
>>”Tell me more about what you want done first.” Maybe it isn’t so bad of a task?
Going with these.
Honestly, from our experiences with Kycilia thus far, we really need to stop with the cloak and dagger shit around her, even now, anons are discussing it while she's been making any attempts at direct subterfuge against her look like a mouse trying to square up against a cat all the while turning her even more suspect of us. It is exactly how it looks. Kids trying to deceive an experienced adult. Her spymaster game is too strong, on top of that, we're practically trapped in her web right now, any action we take, she knows of, she also has control of too many pieces to play against us in the form of our family and friends. Not that I'm against taking steps and laying groundwork if it's subtle and definitely out of her scope, but when it comes to Kycilia directly, I think we should dial-back for now.
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>>5507466
>Also that's some zabi tier logic and we have been trying to not be like them.
I'm not saying that Felix should be with her just to gain more information, he's not like that, but that we could get blueprints if we're with her.
I just feel like we need any advantage we can get to fight the Zabis. But in a way you're right, if anons act too coldly with characters, even when talking about meta-knowledge, it could affect our votes and thus Felix in the wrong ways and make him act like a Zabi. Talking about how Elena would/should die in the OYW and/or breaking up with her could fall under that, but I still think she could be a good spy if Felix is in a genuine romantic relationship with her. Hell, even a good friendship could do, but she probably wouldn't die for us in that situation.

>>5507485
I agree. But that's what makes me worried about what's going to happen. She's going to try and lay out groudwork to counter anything we might do, with her pushing for Artesia to go under her wing as an assistant and all of that.
If Artesia thinks she can try to outmaneuver Kycilia or use opportunities she gives us three (like learning more about newtypes) to our advantage by being close to her we should try to convince her otherwise when we have the chance. Like you said, we should dial-back on making moves against her until we're ready.
And to be fair Kycilia already had it out against us three from what she said after out-seducing Felix.
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>>5507215
>>5507219
>>5507243
Agree.

>>5507223
>>5507224
>>5507272
>>5507485
Questions and agree.

>>5507247
Questions.

Writing.
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“Tell me more about what you want done first.” You ask, Kycilia’s smile shrinking as you begin your line of questioning, “You… really just want me to talk to her?”

“Lom reported that the girl has become obstinate and unwilling to assist with as many of his experiments or the other subjects. She even drove one of his engineers to quit. Terrible delays, all of it.” She replies, crossing her legs and leaning forward slightly, your cheeks heating as she looks you over almost hungrily, “I would like to see that changed.”

You swallow involuntarily, trying not to get distracted, “Experiments? Other subjects? What exactly does he have her doing?”

Kycilia stands slowly, moving down from the divan atop the platform, stalking over to lean against your chair with one arm, looking directly down at you as she explains, “She’s Lom’s most promising subject, the better question is what she isn’t doing. Things are still in their beginning stages, screening potential subjects and basic tests. The new lab is to meant to test new devices, psycho-wave detectors. This is research that will take years, Felix, and I don’t like delays.”

“Psycho waves?” You ask, unable to manage more. Perfume hangs about her in a pleasing aroma, clouding your thoughts, your eyes drawn to the wrong places far too easily.

“Lom is better at explaining it than I am. What will it be, Felix? Will you help me?” She questions, the words hanging in the small gap between you, going unanswered for several seconds.

“She’s… she’s not being hurt, is she?” You ask, swallowing involuntarily, your mouth suddenly feeling very dry.

“The testing can be strenuous, but Lom has assured me that we won’t be ruining test subjects as others have.”

…That’s not quite the answer you were looking for, and raises some very alarming questions, but Kycilia is getting really, really distracting, pressing for an answer. But what does she mean about ruining test subjects? A chill runs down your spine, none of the implications sitting well with you.

“...I’ll do as you ask, Kycilia.” You finally say, a pleased smirk immediately returning to Kycilia’s face as she pulls away, her long copper hair flowing free.

Good boy.” She coos, “That’s what I like to hear. Now run along, these games have grown tiresome.”

A couple of minutes later.

The walk back from Kycilia’s room is long, filled with a mix of confusion and shame. Did you agree to the right thing Tryphosa will understand that you’re not really on Kycilia’s side, you know that in your very soul, but why has she caused problems in the first place? What if she’s slowing things down for a good reason?

What a mess. Thoughts of Kycilia and the uncertain future haunt you all the way back to your room.
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>>5507678

A few weeks later

9:15, 14 February, UC 0075
Zum, Side 3 (Republic of Zeon)

The weeks are passing more quickly now. You’ve been able to communicate occasionally by written notes with your siblings, but even that has been too great of a risk to do often - With no ability to scheme other than occasional flashes of connection you’ve had no choice but to keep your head down and push through things.

But that’s the idea of this whole plan, isn’t it? To lure the Zabis into a false sense of security, make yourself useful, gain the trust of those that you can, biding your time for revenge all the while. The deception is simple, but not being able to discuss it directly with your family is growing to be more and more of a strain, you’re normally so open with them about everything.

Mink is fine, her outburst apparently not drawing Gihren’s attention - He’s been very busy though, off with Degwin on a diplomatic tour, the timing of it very fortunate. She has been causing issues though, always having some excuse to linger around or making up some reason to get you alone. Dancing lessons have continued of course, but that just doesn’t seem to be enough for her. She’s a sweet girl, but very, very confused. Very alone.

Dozle has been back for the last few days, but you haven’t had much time to see him other than a few fencing matches - In fact out of all of you it has been your mother that has spent the most time with the man, much to Glemy’s dismay. Your mother has been doing much better, her looks returning to her and full of life once again as her recovery is largely at an end. You haven’t pressed the issue much, letting her do as she sees fit, but you and Artesia caught her getting dolled up yesterday and practically sneaking out of her room. You not sure how to feel about that, but she insisted she knew what she was doing.

Garma is still with Siya, but he’s started to bring Artesia along for almost everything he does, with Casval just a bit behind. You get along fine with Garma, and he seems to think of you as a friend, but you don’t have the same rapport Casval does with him. Vivima hasn’t been around much, off working with Kycilia on something when she isn’t stuck in the simulator, but she’s been much friendlier when she is around and isn’t trying to make passes at you constantly. Still, you can’t help but get the feeling that she is hiding something…

There are only a couple of days before you’re off on your trip with Kycilia.

>Getting ready for a party that Dozle has organized. All sorts of military types will be there; you’ll be in disguise, but the opportunity wasn’t one you wanted to pass up on.
>With Artesia, alone together for the first time in quite awhile and attempting to practice your newtype abilities.
>Sneaking out with Vivima. It was an unexpected offer, but she wants to go get some real flying done without guards and thought you’d want to tag along.
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>>5507681
>>With Artesia, alone together for the first time in quite awhile and attempting to practice your newtype abilities.

Fun Vivima shenanigans would be great but brushing up on our newtype abilities before meeting with Tryphosa and the Doctor seems the smarter course of action.
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>>5507681
>With Artesia, alone together for the first time in quite awhile and attempting to practice your newtype abilities.
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>>5507681
>>With Artesia, alone together for the first time in quite awhile and attempting to practice your newtype abilities.
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>>5507681
>With Artesia, alone together for the first time in quite awhile and attempting to practice your newtype abilities.
>preparing for the military party as well if possible


Hope your all having a wonderful Christmas eve and Christmas guys
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>>5507681
>With Artesia, alone together for the first time in quite awhile and attempting to practice your newtype abilities.
Getting possible military connections would be great for creating the start of a support base, but family comes first.
Man I'm so happy Mink is alright.
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>>5507681
>Sneaking out with Vivima. It was an unexpected offer, but she wants to go get some real flying done without guards and thought you’d want to tag along.
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>>5507699
>>5507701
>>5507717
>>5507742
>>5507762
Newtype practice.

>>5507778
Sneak out with Vivima.

Writing.
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You sit cross legged, alone in your room, surrounded by the baroque opulence of the Zabi family which you’ve grown so very used to by now. The marble floor is cold beneath you, felt faintly even through the material of your dark pants, your suit jacket resting along the back of a nearby chair. It’s still the morning, exercises having ended only a few hours ago, the rest of the day stretching out before you. Plenty of time for something you’ve let slip for too long now: practicing your newtype abilities.

Attempting to practice them.

Artesia is in her own room doing the same, well out of sight or hearing but still close by. You’ve been struggling for nearly fifteen minutes now to achieve any sort of contact, but it keeps slipping away. Clearing your mind has proven unusually difficult. It isn’t strictly necessary, flashes of insight come even in the most busy and stressful occasions, but it has seemed to help in the past to be able to do it willfully… and today it just isn’t happening.

It’s the faint tug of the colony’s artificial gravity, that subtle force pressing you against the floor, inescapable in the bounds of the palace. Gravity and acceleration and anything else of the sort aren’t some sort of metaphysical barrier, your father was speaking in metaphors when he mentioned mankind being bound by gravity, that much has become clear, but it is a constant reminder of where you are.

Breathing deep and then exhaling, you close your eyes and make the attempt once again, hoping your sister is doing the same. First you focus only upon yourself, the positions of your limbs, the feeling of your own breath, the texture of your clothes, the cold of the floor, the air slowly flowing past you, the chair the air brushes past, the table at the room’s center, the paintings, the walls - Finally you feel it, the presence of another reaching outward, your minds pressing into one another like two bubbles floating along the surface of water, touching closely, so closet that they almost threaten to become one at any moment. You know this mind.

Finally.
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>>5507969

“It isn’t as easy as before.” You feel your sister reach out to you in thought alone, her presence familiar and comforting.

“No, it isn’t.” You agree silently, “I wish I knew why.”

“I wish we could watch others.” You sister thinks, flashes of your attempted contact with your mother playing through your thoughts, soaring through the void only to barely pull back upon failing to reach her.

“So do I sometimes. We could find Casval.”

“Not now, Felix, he’s with Garma.”

“So… how is that going, Artesia? You and Garma?”

“It hurts. I don’t like doing this.” Jealousy and pain fill you as your sister’s feelings extend across the gap between you; the emotions both yours and not all at once.

“You care about him.”

A shadow grows about you both, icy cold, just the same as what you’ve felt more and more often from you sister, “I didn’t think it would be like this. It’s pathetic.”

“It isn’t. Don’t think like that. That’s how-”

“How Kycilia would think. I know.” Artesia finishes the thought for you, “I just… it makes me so jealous, and I hate it. I don’t like feeling this way. It’s Siya.

“Do you think they’ll stay together?”

The question drifts between you for a time, flashes of memories and feelings clouding your thoughts, nearly suffocating you until finally a simple idea pierces through the confusion.

“No. I feel bad for her. She’s a good person, but they aren't right for each other. ...I just wish I wasn’t alone today.”

“You’re not alone-” You begin, but the thought doesn’t even form fully before a storm of thought banishes it.

Confusion. Amusement. Images of red and pink hearts. You want to face palm. Of course.

“...I’d sort of forgotten.” You finish, the words accompanied by pure embarrassment. Valentine’s day. Vivima’s brief offer earlier suddenly sticks out in your memory, her strange behavior making more sense.

“Woah, you turned her down?” Artesia questions, surprise jolting through you both.

“I didn’t realize, I was just tired from the run and thinking about the party later…”

There’s no need to explain, your sister already understands, “I get it… Did you send Elena anything?”

“I let her know I’d be visiting soon.”

“Nothing else? For today?...” She presses.

Another storm of confusion sets about you both, intense and familiar, unresolved feelings that have been gnawing away at you for years now.

“We’ll be seeing each other again soon. I’ll figure it out then. Hopefully.”
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>>5507970

You can almost hear your sister groan in frustration, even with a few walls between you, “Hopefully? Oh, you really are hopeless, Felix. ...Are you excited to see Tryphosa again at least? …Sorry, I don’t even need to ask.”

Of course you’re excited to see her again.

>”Can we focus on something else? Do you want to go to the party later?” This is getting painful, and there’s little way to hide it like this. Change the subject.
>”...Should I have gone with Vivima?” Artesia is handling Garma, there’d be a symmetry to the relationship even if you aren’t all that drawn to Vivima right now. She’s dangerous, but… very similar to you?
>”It’s why I wanted to practice, even if it might look strange on camera. I want to be ready to see her again.”
>Write-in.
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>>5507971
>”It’s why I wanted to practice, even if it might look strange on camera. I want to be ready to see her again.”

We need to get this down pat if we're to Clown to Clown communiate with Tryphosa and use there weird Juniper Mind-powers to help us down the road.
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>>5507971
>”It’s why I wanted to practice, even if it might look strange on camera. I want to be ready to see her again.”
>"Artesia, there's something I wanted to talk with you about..." say this in more of a whisper, just to make sure the bugs aren't listening.
Yeah, we should use our newtype powers to think (probably not talk about it physically) to her about what happened between us and Kycilia, and what the deal was that we made with her about Tryphosa and Elena. Artesia should know, since it looks like she'll be with Kycilia for a bit.
Can't leave her in the dark for too long, she needs to know what's going on. The sooner the better.
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>>5507971
>”It’s why I wanted to practice, even if it might look strange on camera. I want to be ready to see her again.”
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>>5507971
>”It’s why I wanted to practice, even if it might look strange on camera. I want to be ready to see her again.”
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>>5507971
>>5507981
Ah, amending my vote to
>”It’s why I wanted to practice, even if it might look strange on camera. I want to be ready to see her again.”
>"Artesia, there's something I wanted to talk with you about..."
Reread it and I saw that they aren't actually in the same room, in the middle of cleaning up after party so I'm blaming that.
Honestly my write in is more of a suggestion than a vote, since it's very possible Felix already informed Artesia about what we're supposed to do with Tryphosa, and how Kycilia implied that she would keep us away from Elena, Tryphosa, and Artesia herself if we didn't comply.
Still, I'm sure the subject would come up eventually between them one way or another if it hasn't already, especially if they're thinking about things through newtype-communication.
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>>5507971
>”It’s why I wanted to practice, even if it might look strange on camera. I want to be ready to see her again.”
>"I want to talk with her without Kycilla being able to hear us."
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>>5507981
>>5507991
I guess it fits with this one
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>>5507991
This has all been through newtype communication. Artesia already knows about what Kycilia asked Felix to do, she was given the same job.

Also, Merry Christmas anons!
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>>5507994
Merry Christmas Contolist , Glad you came back again and hope its going to be a white one for ya.
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>>5507994
Thanks for explaining, Contolist. Does she know about the implied ultimatum Kycilia threatened us with? As in, how we probably wouldn't be allowed to meet Elena if we didn't go?
Well, we'll probably still talk about our thoughts on Zeon's newtype research and the future if nothing else.

And a Merry Christmas to you too, Contolist!
And to all the anons here!
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>>5507992
Kycilia is also important to talk about, I'll support saying this as well as a topic suggestion.
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>>5507978
>>5507986
>>5507990
>>5507991
>>5507992
Writing.
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“It’s why I wanted to practice, even if it might look strange on camera. I want to be ready to see her again.” You explain, your hopes and anxieties folding out across the spaces between you, “I want to talk with her without Kycilia being able to hear us.”

“I think we’ll do more than just talk, Felix. I can feel the connection you made with her, even if I don’t understand why it formed… I hope Dr. Flanagan knows about these things.”

Artesia isn’t wrong. Your bond with Tryphosa is never far from your thoughts, a constant presence that is ever a part of you, timeless and defying crude classification. Not quite love, or infatuation, or anything of the sort - You were the same for a moment. Your communications with Artesia and Casval are primitive in comparison, the crests of waves compared to an entire ocean…

“Maybe, Artesia. We need to be careful about what we reveal while we’re there. She doesn’t know we’re newtypes.”

“I think she suspects that I am. She knows more than she lets on.” Flashes of memory lay your sister’s suspicions bare, snide comments and little looks, hints of deeper knowledge.

“She does. She doesn’t understand anything though.”

“I can’t stand her.” Ice. Frost. Cold fury. Artesia shouldn’t be like this, but she is.

“Do you think Tryphosa might have a good reason for causing trouble with the experiments?” You question, hoping for some answer within your sister’s thoughts.

“She’ll tell us if she does. She’ll tell you.”

Not what you were hoping for. Artesia’s presence around you tightens. It’s almost like a hug. You feel better.

“I know. I just can’t help but wonder about it.”

“I’ll be right there with you.”

“Together.”

“...I miss dad.” The thought strikes you like a lightning bolt, slipping free from your sister’s mind without restraint or warning.

It takes a few moments to recover, “...We’ll find a way to see Teabolo.”

“Kycilia told me if I help her I can see him.” A common threat.

“Teabolo wouldn’t want that.”

“I… I don’t know… He loves us, Felix. I can’t leave him alone like that in his health. He gave up almost everything for us. He was just our father’s friend when he took us in.”

“He wouldn’t want you to stop being you, Artesia, not even for his sake.” You assure her, but there’s uncertainty to your own perception of the man, your sister always having had a much closer relationship with him, he was her dad even if not by blood, “...But if you need to see him, then… just be careful what you do. I trust you. Kycilia offered me a similar deal with Elena.”
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>>5508089

“I thought as much. She’s going to hold them over our head. Mom too.”

“She’ll try, Artesia. Mom is working things out for herself. She bounced back from the tower really fast, didn’t she?”

“Physically. She hides how bad it was.”

“Glemy has been good for her at least.”

You get a brief glimpse of Glemy as Artesia sees him, the young boy smiling and wide eyes as he looks up. And another of two faces, so similar, looking down at her. It’s strange to see yourself like that.

“She does so well with him. He called her mom a few days ago! It was so cute, she just lit up. …I hope it doesn’t cause issues.” This warmth from your sister is much more like her, nothing like that icy chill earlier.

“We don’t know who his mother actually is, do we?”

“No.”

>”Do you want to go to the party later? It doesn’t start for another couple of hours.”
>”You’ve noticed how Mink has been acting, right? I’m not sure what to do about her…”
>Practice for the rest of the day. Move around a bit to hide it, but don’t get distracted by other things. Time skip to the trip.
>Write-in.

No posts on Christmas, should be back later on boxing day.
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>>5508090
>”You’ve noticed how Mink has been acting, right? I’m not sure what to do about her…”
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>>5508090
1)
>”You’ve noticed how Mink has been acting, right? I’m not sure what to do about her…”
>Practice for a bit more time, truly familiarize yourself with speaking this way.
>”Do you want to go to the party later? It doesn’t start for another couple of hours.”

2)
>”You’ve noticed how Mink has been acting, right? I’m not sure what to do about her…”
>”Do you want to go to the party later? It doesn’t start for another couple of hours.”

Have a good Christmas, Contolist! Make sure to have fun with family!
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>>5508090
>>5508093
Thinking about it a bit more I'll change my vote to
1)
>”You’ve noticed how Mink has been acting, right? I’m not sure what to do about her…”
>Practice for the rest of the day. Move around a bit to hide it, but don’t get distracted by other things. Time skip to the trip.

2)
>”You’ve noticed how Mink has been acting, right? I’m not sure what to do about her…”

3)
>”You’ve noticed how Mink has been acting, right? I’m not sure what to do about her…”
>Practice for a bit more time, truly familiarize yourself with speaking this way. Move around a bit to make sure you aren't too conspicuous.
>”Do you want to go to the party later? It doesn’t start for another couple of hours.”
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>>5508090
>”You’ve noticed how Mink has been acting, right? I’m not sure what to do about her…”
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>>5508090
>”You’ve noticed how Mink has been acting, right? I’m not sure what to do about her…”
>”Do you want to go to the party later? It doesn’t start for another couple of hours.”
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>>5508096
Just to explain why I changed my vote I have a feeling the party will make both Artesia and Felix miserable. I might be completely wrong, but it's just a feeling I have.
But more importantly we have to prepare for what's going to come at us when we go to visit the Jovians.
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>>5508090
>”You’ve noticed how Mink has been acting, right? I’m not sure what to do about her…”
>>Practice for the rest of the day. Move around a bit to hide it, but don’t get distracted by other things. Time skip to the trip.
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>>5508090
>”Do you want to go to the party later? It doesn’t start for another couple of hours.”
>”You’ve noticed how Mink has been acting, right? I’m not sure what to do about her…”
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>>5508090
>”Do you want to go to the party later? It doesn’t start for another couple of hours.”
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>>5508108
Oh yeah, and the better we are at newtype stuff the easier it will be to get Casval to use his own newtype powers.
This is a rare opportunity to practice I think.
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>>5508092
>>5508097
>>5508096 (second option)
Locking this in.

Back home now, should be able to start writing soon.
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There’s no need to discuss the boy further, your sister’s curiosity about his past felt as clearly as if it were your own; it’s an issue for another time, neither of you having any leads.

“You’ve noticed how Mink has been acting, right?” The question lifts up from within you, a brief wave of anxiety carrying it forth, “I’m not sure what to do about her…”

“She follows you around like a lost puppy, Felix.” Artesia remarks, images of Mink following you about the mansion playing through your mind, the maid practically turning into your shadow for the last week or so, “Ever since she broke down she’s been obsessed… You haven’t done anything with her, right?”

You’ve thought of it a few times when near Mink, it would be nearly impossible not to, but you’ve never lingered on it for long, the idea just not sitting well with you; a wave of relief washes off of your sister.

“No, I just want to help.” You think, tying off your denial with a neat bow, ”She started this on her own, the dancing makes it worse though…”

“She has feelings for you.”

You can’t help but agree, it’s painfully obvious. “Confused feelings. …Have you felt her?”

“I have… she’s so lost, Gihren has really done something awful to her. I can never get a clear feeling from her, sometimes it almost feels like she’s hiding things on purpose but I think it’s just some sort of Stockholm syndrome…”

“Stockholm syndrome?” You question, as the concept is unfamiliar to you. The concept isn’t simple enough for mere feelings to carry it across to you, the imperfect nature of even this communication is unable to convey such an idea perfectly.
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>>5509339

Artesia struggles out an explanation, and you can almost feel her sifting through half forgotten memories as she does so, “A psychological phenomena where a hostage develops positive feelings for their captors… sort of. I’m not sure if it’s even real, Teabolo had a book about psychology from the middle ages of earth. It seems similar. Mink is proud of working here, that’s crystal clear, but she’s also… ashamed… disgusted… she’s confused.”

“You got this from a book from the middle ages? Barbaric.”

There’s no disagreement from your sister. “Maybe it is. You’ve felt it within her too though, haven’t you?”

“I have. Not so much recently, but she’s still a mess. I’d try to do something but I’m afraid she’s so unstable she might just break down again or panic and tell one of the Zabis.”

“It’s a risk…” Artesia agrees.

“Any advice?”

“Don’t let it get too far, but don’t reject her either.” Artesia answers without delay, the advice conveyed so quickly that it may as well have leapt out of your sister’s mind and bludgeoned you over the head.

“What?” You ask, almost losing your concentration, blinking a few times.

There’s a delay before Artesia responds, her thoughts trickling in much more slowly, carefully, a hint of regret carried with them, “We’ll be out of here in just a few months, Felix. Just keep her happy and distracted, it’s for her own good and ours.”

“That’s… cold for you, Artesia.”

“I tried to think of what Casval would do, he’s better at all of this. We can’t fix her problems, we have too many of our own to deal with, and any information she can get us probably isn’t worth the risk. I want to help her, to get her out of here and away from the Zabis, but… we can’t do that.”

“She knows something about father’s death.”

Your sister’s curiosity is heated, an barely constrained inferno, but it is constrained, “I know… I want to know so badly it hurts, and I know Casval does too - but what if she felt guilty and told Gihren?”

“And here I was thinking you’d be soft and cuddly… Artesia, I’m worried about you too, this scheming has been changing you and I don't like it.”

“I know.... We should do this more, Felix. It helps - a lot. Just knowing that you understand how I feel...”

“I wish it were that simple, this is the longest we’ve connected… ever?” You ponder.

“I think so.”

>Practice for the rest of the day. Move around a bit to hide it, but don’t get distracted by other things. Time skip to the trip.
>”Do you think Ramba might be at the party later? Maybe we should go.”
>Other topics/ideas? (Write-in)
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>>5509343
>Practice for the rest of the day. Move around a bit to hide it, but don’t get distracted by other things. Time skip to the trip.
Man I really want to go to that party to make connections with Ramba, but right now we need to focus on what's ahead and take this seriously enough to keep our family safe. Getting Casval up to speed will be important, and the better we are the smoother it'll go for him. Besides it'll be nice way to bond with our sis for a bit.
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>>5509343
>Practice for the rest of the day. Move around a bit to hide it, but don’t get distracted by other things. Time skip to the trip.
Reject social norms. Embrace the Newtype grind.
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>>5509344
Also it's pretty clear that all the plotting has affected Felix and Artesia, practicing our abilities might be a good way to take a break from the constant pressure and lying.
I mean, they're just kids.
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>>5509343
>”Do you think Ramba might be at the party later? Maybe we should go.”
I want to see Ramba
I'm somewhat confused by what Artesia said. The way it's written gave the impression the psychology book was written in the middle ages detailing Stockholm syndrome, but since that's impossible, then I think she is saying she read a psychology book that said that middle age serfs had Stockholm syndrome and she is comparing Mink to one.
I might be overthinking things, I need to go to bed.
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>>5509343
>Practice for the rest of the day. Move around a bit to hide it, but don’t get distracted by other things. Time skip to the trip.
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She isn't referring to the modern idea of the middle ages. It's a thing in UC Gundam to refer to up at least the 20th century as being part of the middle ages to emphasize that the 'universal century' is far in the future. Degwin and Gihren have their infamous discussion about Hitler being a warlord of the middle ages for instance. The precise timeline for the setting doesn't actually matter, there have been a few attempts at ironing out dates but they're honestly pretty bad world building. I think it's best to leave it vague.
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>>5509343
>>Practice for the rest of the day. Move around a bit to hide it, but don’t get distracted by other things. Time skip to the trip.
As much as I want to get some meaningful character interactions telepathic communication is probably the only thing we'll have after we're shipped off so we gotta make sure we're at our best.

Also thanks for the quest QM, just started on Gundam after watching the first 3 movies last week, glad I was able to read the last thread and make it to this one.
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>>5509357
Glad to have you along for the ride, anon!
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>>5509356

Referring to the 19th/20th centuries as the "middle ages" is a bit silly. Middle Era sounds a bit better, imo.
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>>5509344
>>5509345
>>5509355
>>5509357
Writing.

>>5509378
It is definitely silly.
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For the rest of the day you practice your newtype abilities with Artesia as best as you can, moving about the palace from room to room on occasion to avoid arousing suspicion. You managed to make a connection a few more times, but never as long as your first success, mastery of reliable use of your abilities as elusive as ever. Training only helps so much… Perhaps there’s some key to it that you’re missing?

Two days later.

The interior of the private shuttle’s bathroom is quite cramped, an oddity in an otherwise lavishly decorated vessel. You stare at yourself in the tiny room’s mirror once again. Green eyes are reflected back at you, along with jet black hair and some of the most inconspicuous clothes you’ve ever seen; t-shirt, jacket, jeans - you could get lost in a crowd without much effort, just another teen. That’s the point of course, the entire reason Kycilia has made you disguise yourself this way, the only reason you’re putting up with these irritating contacts that just refuse to fade from notice. Would having blue eyes still really have been such an issue?

You clench the edge of the sink a little more tightly, silently venting your frustration as you shake your head. These damned contacts are messing with your vision too much - they’re just too irritating! After a couple of awkward moments struggling to get ahold of them you manage to get the contacts back out, and blink a few times. The relief is immediate. You flick the awful things away and grab one of the pairs of sunglasses you were given to try - They’ll do just as good of a job in public, and that’s all that matters.

Sliding the door open you head back out into the cabin and make your way back to Artesia, floating along with practiced ease in the microgravity. She’s in her seat still, sporting black hair and much darker clothes than your own, practically all black. It’s not at all what you’d normally associate with her, the usual bright or warm colors long gone and replaced by something that seems more like what Vivima would wear, though lacking her characteristic purple. Knowing how close she is with Kycilia, it's likely Vivima picked out the options for your sister…
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>>5509449

“Black hair for you as well? I was hoping you’d get red.” Artesia comments idly, looking up from her book with mock disinterest.

“Just like my soul.” You answer, layering on the sarcasm much thicker than usual, “Planning to attend a funeral later?”

“Ugh, it really is awful, isn’t it?” Artesia groans, letting her book float away a little as you settle into one of the leather seats opposite of her, “The entire bag was like this, nothing but black and dark gray and then even more black and dark gray.”

Small reinforced windows running along the side of the cabin look out into the void of space beyond the hull of your shuttle, and endless field of stars catches your attention for just a moment before you reply, “Kycilia is just letting you try out the team uniform early - she’s trying to make you into some kind of mysterious femme fatale, isn’t she?”

“That would require her to know how to have fun, you’re seriously overestimating her.” Your sister replies, crossing her arms and puffing out her cheeks for a moment before breaking into a laugh, “...Get me a detective’s office to slink up to and I’d be all over that, like one of those stories we used to read… but this is more like a hangar band reject.”

“It’s not great.” You agree, scrunching up your face, “We can work that hangar band angle though, I look like an absolute tool right now.”

“Those sunglasses do look ridiculous, Felix.” Artesia agrees with an amused smile.

“I’m Max, Sayla.” You remind her, taking the glasses off for now, leaving them to float just above the small table between the two of you.

“Oh, right… I still miss Spain sometimes.”

“Me too.”

“...Do you think Kycilia speaks Spanish?” ‘Sayla’ questions, switching from English.

You shrug, following your sister’s lead, “Maybe, maybe. Probably not. …She did tell us to just use our old identities though.”

An evil little smirk appears on your sister’s face, “Want to give her what she asked for?”

English, French, Spanish - It doesn’t really matter what you’re speaking. Even if Kycilia can’t follow a conversation in real time there’s no way to safely converse about anything of importance, she’ll have some lackey translate it quickly enough. Knowing her, everything is likely to be recorded and any switch will immediately raise suspicion… but as a means to annoy her? Oh, now that just might work.

>”She did ask for it.”
>”Fun, but let’s not for now.”
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>>5509451

>”She did ask for it.”
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>>5509451
>>”She did ask for it.”
But not too much. Switch between English and Spanish like those bilingually fluent do. Like it'll be something you'd do back on earth. Just enough to be annoying to not pick up on nuances but not enough that its not understood.
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>>5509451
>”Fun, but let’s not for now.”
As much as I'd like to slight her, Kycilia is very petty. Though it really shouldn't make too much of a difference to her if we speak in another language, since we are literally just following her orders.
We'll get our revenge on her in due time, we just need to be patient.
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>>5509451
>”She did ask for it.”

Always speak spanish with Sayla or when somebody also talks to us in spanish, talk in slightly broken english otherwise.
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>>5509451

>”She did ask for it.”
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>>5509451
>”Fun, but let’s not for now.”
>>5509356
Thanks
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>>5509451
>>”Fun, but let’s not for now.”
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>>5509615
I'll start writing in a bit.
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This will be a good way to gauge how petty and vindictive Kycilia is towards kids if nothing else.
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“She did ask for it.” You reply mischievously before glancing past Sayla and to the door leading to the other sections of the shuttle.

It slides open with a hiss, Kycilia stepping through a moment later, her dark eyes surveying the interior before settling on you and your sister. Her hair is dyed blonde rather than its normal copper hue, and she wears a well fitted blue business suit, looking every inch the ideal Lunarian corporate businesswoman. Poised, professional, and utterly cold. No one would mistake her for someone of unimportance, she probably couldn’t disguise herself as a common person even if her life depended on it, but with how she’s done her makeup and hair it would require an astoundingly good eye to pick out her real identity with any speed.

“You’re both ready. Excellent.” Kycilia says, continuing toward you both, a pair of her suit wearing goons following close behind with briefcases in hand.

“We are, ma’am.” You reply together in Spanish. One of her eyes twitches slightly in annoyance before she nods and carries on past both of you toward the cockpit.

“We’ll be docking in ten minutes.” One of the rough looking bodyguards growls out to both of you before following Kycilia forward. The other goon stands next to the table, and opens his briefcase to reveal foam cutouts and a pair of small black devices along with small wireless earpieces for each.

“Do you know how to use them?” He questions as you and Sayla take your own sets.

“Yes.” Sayla answers, already securing the little radio inside of her jacket and snatching up one of the ear pieces. You nod and follow suit, having been shown how to use similar items by the guards back when you lived at the villa in Andalusia.

“We’re on 55.45.” The guard explains, shutting the case and latching it closed, “Do not use them unless there is trouble but keep them on, instructions will be relayed as needed. If you run, we’ll find you.”

You just smile and nod with an obnoxious level of enthusiasm, flashing a thumbs up to the grump looking man, his eyes narrowing as you do so.

“They’re so serious, Sayla, you’d think we were pretending to be other people or something.” You say wryly. The guard watches, uncomprehending but clearly listening closely.

“Us? Pretend to be someone else? Never.”
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>>5510102

Two hours later.

The trip through the colony’s spacedock was the same story as usual, conveyed by tram from the actual hangar, lowered and spun to match the gravity of the rotating section of the closed type cylinder, and then off through almost quant urban sprawl in a pair of nondescript black cars.

It’s raining harder than you’ve even seen on a colony, water coming down in sheets from the darkly clouded central axis of the colony; probably some sort of tremendous error in weather control to create such a torrential downpour. Kycilia was furious when she saw the state the colony was in, apparently not having the patience for environmental disasters; after a few angry phone calls she was able to secure passage through a section of the colony with relatively little flooding, and you were off on your way toward Dr. Flanagan’s lab as if there wasn’t a major engineering disaster occurring all around you. Federation and Zeon security forces line the road on either side, waving off other vehicles or using heavier military vehicles to pull stuck civilian cars from ditches.

You sigh, peering out through your window at the neon lit signs of shop fronts you’ll never get to visit, the awful weather not quite enough to drown out their brilliance. It would probably be a nice place to visit if it weren’t for Kycilia and the flooding, sort of a mid-20th century north American small town look to the whole area. Water splashes up as your car speeds along, spraying a few Federation soldiers standing near a street corner and helping an old woman get to cover from the rain - You don’t get a view of the aftermath, but it isn’t hard to imagine the curses chasing your car down the road.

“This is horrible, Maxime.” Sayla says, peering out her window on the opposite side of the car, “We should be out there helping people, their whole atmospheric control center must be wrecked. Those poor people...”

“It probably is wrecked.” You agree grimly, “Rafferty always warned about something like this happening if maintenance got skipped for too long… guess he wasn’t kidding.”

“How could someone let things get this bad?” Sayla ponders aloud.

“See all those feddies out there? They have commanders somewhere around here, and they have politicians.” You say, pointing with a finger as you pass by another roadblock and a squad of miserable looking men and women in tan uniforms huddled under umbrellas and hastily erected tarp coverings.

“You can’t just blame everything on them, Maxime, this is Zeon.”
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>>5510103

“I’m just guessing, but it smells like politics.” You reply, continuing to look out through the water streaked window, “Either that or the repair crews here drink even worse than back on Texas. No one would ever let things get this bad without political interference. The repair crews live here too, right?”

“...Right.” Sayla says, choosing not to argue over the point, “At least they’re working together to clean things up.”

“The soldiers didn’t choose for this to happen, they’re just dealing with the mess.”

“They’re probably spacenoids too...” Sayla comments sadly.

Your car continues to push along down the wet roads, exiting from some of the urban buildup and heading out into an artificial countryside, the ground rising slightly. Looking past the driver up front you can just barely make out the outline of a squat white building and a tall tower on a hill ahead of you, the rain not quite obscuring it completely.

“I think that’s the new lab up there, it looks like the photo.” You say. Artesia moves around a bit in her seat, straining to get a better view, squinting hard.

“Really? I can’t see anything through all of that…” Sayla answers, trailing off.

“Ask the driver if you want.” You say with a small shrug.

“Are we nearly there?” Sayla questions in english. The driver gives a gruff affirmative acknowledgement and your sister relaxes, leaning back in her seat again.

A few minutes later

The car comes to a stop on the slick pavement outside the laboratory building, the guard in the passenger seat getting out to open your sister’s door. You follow her out, moving quickly to get under the steel cover of one of the walkways running along the outside of the lab. Kycilia is already there, one of her goons putting away a large umbrella.

A nearby set of transparent double doors swishes open, audible even over the constant rainfall, and a balding brown skinned man hurries outside. He’s wearing a fairly plain tan suit, and his expression of dismay is evident even from here. A few assistants follow behind him closely, both probably thirty years his junior at least.

“Ah, here at last!” He says with exaggerated enthusiasm, “I hope the weather malfunction wasn’t too much of an ordeal. You look as lovely as ever!”

“You’re too kind, Lom.” Kycilia replies dryly, immediately setting about business, “Begin the tour, it's been a tiring journey here.”

“But you’ve only just arrived! These are the two that subject three speaks about, aren’t they?” The doctor questions, skirting around Kycilia’s command with admirable speed but little grace.
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>>5510104

“Subject three? Tryphosa?” You question, and the man’s eyes widen to the size of saucers.

“It is them! You must be… Hmm… Maxime and Sayla!” He says after a moment of consideration, moving over and offering his hand to you; you accept it and shake, finding his grip to be unexpectedly firm, “I’m Dr. Lom Flanagan, welcome to my laboratory! Any friends of my subjects or my generous patrons are always welcome, and you’re both, aren’t you?”

“It’s good to meet you, Dr. Flanagan.” You say in English, Artesia repeating much the same, but you don’t have much time for pleasantries.

“The tour, Lom?” Kycilia questions again, her tone quickly growing annoyed.

The doctor gulps and nods, waving one of his assistants off with a quick gesture and a whisper, the young man heading back through the door and inside at a quick pace. He’s clearly nervous about something.

“Of course! The tour, of course…” Lom says, looking out to the cold pouring rain a few paces away past the steel cover overhead, “The new facilities are splendid, follow me inside and out of this mess.”

The doctor leads the way, followed closely by Kycilia and then you and Sayla, the assistants and bodyguards lagging slightly behind the four of you as you enter the stark white lobby of the building. It’s all rather modern looking, clean lines and smooth surfaces, the only color coming from the paintings adorning the walls and colored stripes running along the walls before disappearing behind closed doors.

“I see the increased funding has found some uses.” Kycilia comments.

“Indeed we have! This is nothing, the new equipment we’ve been able to build will revolutionize our understanding of psycho waves; I’m sure we’ll get reliable measurements soon. Would you like to see the machines first? We have a test ongoing, subject two I believe”

“Subject two? Not her then.” Sayla says to you, and before you can respond Dr. Flanagan replies in Spanish.

“No, no, not her. Subject two is Arret! He’s not as… gifted, but he’s a good kid.”

Kycilia glances between the three of you, glaring daggers at Sayla for a second or two. She hasn’t reacted to your light antagonizing yet, but not being able to understand Dr. Flanagan looks like it might push her over the edge.

>Just let Kycilia choose things for now.
>”I’d like to see Tryphosa first if that isn’t an issue. Where is she?”
>”The machines do sound interesting.”
>Write-in.
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>>5510107
>”The machines do sound interesting.”

We can see it in effect and plan according, It would make sense if they have new type sensors in the hallway and we can get an accourate read on them if we see what they are looking for first.
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>>5510107
>Just let Kycilia choose things for now.
Alright, let's not push it.
It's so tempting to push her buttons and choose, but I feel like it would be safer to let things pan out for a bit. Make Kycilia feel like she has things under control.
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>>5510107
>Just let Kycilia choose things for now.
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>>5510107
>Just let Kycilia choose things for now.
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>>5510107
>Just let Kycilia choose things for now.
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>>5510111
>>5510126
>>5510153
>>5510172
Writing.
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You simply nod in acknowledgement to Dr. Flanagan, resisting the urge to ask to see Tryphosa or the machines; antagonizing Kycilia can be fun, but pushing her to the point of a real reaction doesn’t gain you anything except a moment of satisfaction and then probably a lot of issues later.

“The equipment first then, Lom.” Kycilia says motioning vaguely toward one of the doors again, and Dr. Flanagan quickly leads the group toward it. He taps at a small security keypad and then leans forward to allow a sensor to scan his eye, and the door hisses open.

“Most of the new equipment is housed in this section,” He says, walking down the slightly sloped hallway, thin lighting strips running along the corners of the floor and ceiling, “It can be very sensitive, so we keep it underground…”

“Assembly is done here?” Kycilia questions, eyes fixed on the door at the end of the descending hall.

“Yes, though that’s much further down. All of it is done here now thanks to your patronage, and transport from manufacturing has been eased greatly… customs isn’t an issue anymore. You’ll be impressed by how much we’ve managed to shrink the detectors since the proof of concept.” Lom says, stopping at the next keypad and typing in a code again, this time the doors parting to allow you into an observation area of some sort.

The hallway splits off to either side, large glass windows looking down into several bays filled with complicated looking machinery. Wires and cabling are neatly bundled and running from the floors and ceiling to strange devices. It’s difficult to make much sense of the rooms as you pass by the large glass windows, but each bay has a chair on a small platform at the center of it, flanked on all sides by the odd machines. They almost resemble a dentist’s chair, but you’ve never seen one with arm or leg restraints before…

Kycilia lets out a pleased little noise, almost a purr, when she sees the bays, “These are improved, you’ve outdone yourself.”

“They’re still temperamental, but we can now reliably detect the emission of psycho waves from our subjects when they’re given the correct stimulus.”

“Psycho waves?” Sayla asks curiously, picking up on Kycilia’s frustration and dropping Spanish for the moment, “What are those exactly?”

“Their exact nature is still a mystery, but they’re a non-electromagnetic wave emitted by newtypes when they use their abilities; they carry a person’s intent, and with these detectors we’re able to not only measure psycho waves but also translate them into more traditional electrical signals.”
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>>5510255

Sayla’s brow furrows as she ponders the new information, working through it in her mind before speaking again, “They avoid minovsky particle interference then.”

“...Yes.” Lom says, looking to Kycilia as if for approval and only continuing after she gives the tiniest of nods, “There’s no interference by minovsky particles at all, though long range detection or amplification is still beyond our reach.”

“Amplification?” You ask, “Planning to communicate with them at a distance, like some sort of radio?”

“Among dozens of other uses we’ve already theorized, the applications are nearly endless!” Dr. Flanagan replies cheerfully, though you still can’t help but feel that he’s hiding something, there’s just something ‘off’ about his behavior, “Ah, here we are. See, just down there subject two is undergoing a test right now. The controls room is that window down and over there, on the far side, we’re just here to watch.”

“Is there anything we’ll see from here?” Kycilia questions, looking over the small terminals near the sides of the window and a little readout panels.

Lom launches into a complicated explanation of the various technical readouts, and while you’re able to follow a good chunk of it you eventually find yourself lost. The general idea is clear though, the instruments will display the results of subject two’s test - The strength and pattern of his psycho waves being the most important.

“He’s in pain.” Sayla almost whispers, watching the young boy grit his teeth in the chair, a crown of electrodes resting over his head and one of the machines nearby sliding over, locks in place, and then extends a spindly sensor arm which rapidly rotates around the entire chair.

“There is some minor discomfort, the straps are there for his own safety.” Dr. Flanagan says quite nonchalantly, though he does check his watch nervously a few seconds later, “He can end the test at any time if the discomfort becomes too great.”

“Is it necessary to do it this way though?” Sayla asks more worriedly as she watches the test continue, the rapid whirring rotation of the sensor arm faintly heard even through the thick observation glass. The boy looks as if he's going to scream soon.

“We’ve found that controlled levels of stress result in easier readings, we’re still in the process of calibrating many of the machines.” Dr. Flanagan explains, “It’s necessary. We have less uncomfortable detectors a few rooms from her, they only require a touch but they’re not useful for much beyond screening.”
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>>5510256

“Screening for subjects?” You ask, and the balding man nods.

“Yes. Finding potential newtypes is very difficult, we haven’t had much success at it to be honest, easily transportable psycho wave detectors are… probably a few decades away at the very least, perhaps longer.” Lom explains before looking back to Kycilia approvingly, “They’re both just as sharp as you said.”

Kycilia smirks, “Of course they are, Lom. Perhaps we should see these other machines now as well.”

“Ah, yes, of course, that should take awhile… Right this way.”

A minute or so later

You’re in a small yellow room with a much less ominous looking gray chair sitting at its center, a number of terminals and monitoring stations lining the walls nearby. A few assistants busy at work studying data from previous tests, a faint electric hum in the air.

“You simply sit in the chair and rest your head back fully against those sensors there. Would either of you like to try?” Lom asks, gesturing to the chair, “Don’t get your hopes up though, I know everyone wants to feel special but we’ve estimated newtypes as being as rare as one in a hundred thousand… All you have to do is clear your mind, and then we apply a small electric shock. It isn’t much worse than a static discharge from moving around a carpeted room, don’t worry.”

>”Kycilia, don’t you think we should go see Tryphosa now?” The tour and explanations are neat but not why YOU are here.
>”Sure, why not.” Try to hide your abilities. That might throw Kycilia off for a little longer.
>”Sure, why not.” Follow his instructions. How do you stack up against the others?
>Write-in.
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>>5510261
>”Sure, why not.” Try to hide your abilities. That might throw Kycilia off for a little longer.
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>>5510261
>”Sure, why not.” Follow his instructions. How do you stack up against the others?

Kycillia already knows we're newtypes, its really obvious.
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>>5510261
>”Sure, why not.” Try to hide your abilities. That might throw Kycilia off for a little longer.
The first option will only make Kycilia more suspicious of us.
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>>5510261
>”Sure, why not.” Follow his instructions. How do you stack up against the others?
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>>5510261
>”Sure, why not.” Follow his instructions. How do you stack up against the others?
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>>5510261
1)
>Write-in
>"...I'll think about it." You don't really trust that thing. Maybe it's a bit paranoid, but you want to be absolutely sure it doesn't do anything permanent to you.


2)
>”Sure, why not.” Follow his instructions. How do you stack up against the others?

It's useless to try and hide it from Kycilia. She already knows, in fact she's so convinced about Felix having the powers that she picked taking us over Casval.
I don't really remember what this test does, or if it's even seen in canon. Hopefully it isn't a mistake going on it.
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>>5510277
>I don't really remember what this test does, or if it's even seen in canon. Hopefully it isn't a mistake going on it.

I don't think it ever shows up in canon, but it makes sense they'd have a testing machine. It's probably just something like a CAT-SCAN where it just looks at your brain and points specific things out.
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>>5510261
>”Kycilia, don’t you think we should go see Tryphosa now?” The tour and explanations are neat but not why YOU are here.
She may think we're just antsy to reunite with someone we weren't sure we'd see anytime soon.
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>>5510261
>”Sure, why not.” Follow his instructions. How do you stack up against the others?
Kycilia knows, so we might as well see what we can learn while we're here.
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>>5510279
You're right. There probably isn't anything to fear in that regard.
The only question remaining would be if it reveals too much about our intent. But then again Felix hasn't even thought about what it means to 'think' to Tryphosa about everything, so I suppose nothing really malicious can come up in that front. If there's thoughts related to the Zabis on the other hand it might be a problem.
It'll probably be nothing, now that I think about it. Newtype related tech is still in it's infancy, and it'll be difficult to pin exactly what we're thinking.
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>>5510262
>>5510265
Hide.

>>5510264
>>5510266
>>5510275
>>5510277 (second option)
>>5510289
Follow instructions.

>>5510281
Ask to see Tryphosa.

Writing.
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“Sure, why not.” You say, taking a seat in the gray chair. It takes a moment to get properly situated, you jacket getting slightly bunched up against the chair. Once you have that resolved you relax and rest your head among the semicircle of sensors at the top of the chair.

“Relax and clear your mind. We’ll give you a minute or so.” Lom says to you before turning to his assistants and speaking in a hushed voice. Sayla looks on with a worried look, practically in Kycilia’s shadow as the taller woman watches on intently.

You exhale and close your eyes and clear your mind of thoughts; it’s a simple process now. There’s a risk to what you’re about to do, but it’s a relief to no longer need to hide this part of yourself… at least not completely. And what are the chances Kycilia didn’t already know anyways?

Your senses both sharpen and fade away, sound and touch passing from a simple awareness of your single body to something much grander as you begin to reach out formlessly across the room. Slowly unwinding your perception like yarn from a spool, looping wider and wider, your overlapping simultaneous awarenesses-

Lighting strikes. Your eyes open.

Outside, hiding away from the rain, a girl looks up to the distant wrapping horizon of the colony. She holds out a hand. You grasp it. You were already holding it.

“What in the god damn…” Dr. Flanagan says, half in shock and half in annoyance, his words snapping you back into your body.

“I’m sorry, sir, I thought we reset it from three’s last check, it must have just replayed the-” One of the assistants, a young woman, starts to stutter before being cut off by another.

“Those aren’t recorded results, sir.” The second assistant says, his voice nervous and just as confused as Dr. Flanagan’s. Kycilia has an almost wolfish grin, eyeing you up the same way a dragon probably looks at a pile of newly found treasure.

“Check again.” Lom orders, glancing back to you briefly before returning to viewing the results, “...What was that?”

“I have no idea, sir, it’s exactly the same three’s last test…” The first assistant says again, growing more frustrated, “I can’t get it to reset, it keeps picking up the same baselines as her’s… Probably a blown processor, I bet we have another leak again.”

“Is there something wrong?” You ask, watching the scientists scurry about their terminals, checking and rechecking the data.

“No, nothing at all, we just might need you to retry the test. Something appears to be wrong with the machine…” Dr. Flanagan says, a look of comprehension slowly dawning on him, “Or… Maxime, did you feel anything?”

>”Why is Tryphosa out in the rain, doctor?” She’s not meant to be out there.
>”My senses sort of expanded, and when it shocked me I thought I could feel Tryphosa.” Vague but true.
>”I did. Artesia, maybe you should go to make sure their machine is working?”
>Write-in.
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>>5510424
>”Why is Tryphosa out in the rain, doctor?” She’s not meant to be out there.
>Stare at them menacingly
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>>5510424
The last option should say 'Sayla' instead of Artesia.
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>>5510424
>”Why is Tryphosa out in the rain, doctor?” She’s not meant to be out there
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>>5510424
>”My senses sort of expanded, and when it shocked me I thought I could feel Tryphosa.” Vague but true.
Vagueness is key here.
This is a critical moment I think, as long as they think they understand what's going on we'll probably all be fine.
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>>5510424
>”My senses sort of expanded, and when it shocked me I thought I could feel Tryphosa.” Vague but true.
>”Why is Tryphosa out in the rain, doctor?” She’s not meant to be out there.

Both of these go together.
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>>5510424
>”Why is Tryphosa out in the rain, doctor?” She’s not meant to be out there.
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>>5510431
Well, as fine as we'll be while doing what the Zabis want.
As long as we don't openly oppose them, which is what the first option seems like its doing, things could still work out with minimal stuff going on.
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>>5510435
>stuff going on.
*harm to us
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>>5510435
>which is what the first option seems like its doing

I hope this isn't another "Kycillia's hair" moment.

>>5510431
We should be saying
>”Why is Tryphosa out in the rain, doctor?”
In a way that isn't, like, accusing Flanagan of purposefully sticking Tryphosa out in the rain. Knowing the kind of girl she is, Tryphosa probably just snuck out and got stuck outside.
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>>5510424
>”Why is Tryphosa out in the rain, doctor?” She’s not meant to be out there.
Is it a bad idea to unveil Felix's powerlevel? Perhaps. And yet, the desire to flex...
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>>5510435
>>5510439
I didn't get the feeling that the rain comment is an accusation, more like saying that we know exactly where she is and being confused.
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>>5510424
>>”My senses sort of expanded, and when it shocked me I thought I could feel Tryphosa.” Vague but true.
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>>5510424
>”My senses sort of expanded, and when it shocked me I thought I could feel Tryphosa.” Vague but true.
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>>5510439
>I hope this isn't another "Kycillia's hair" moment.
It is, I'm almost sure of it.
And I agree with how we should be saying it if we do, but with write-ins like >>5510427 I doubt the intent behind the question will change.

>>5510440
>flex so hard felix and artesia forced to come under study of zeon's smartest
no pain no gain

>>5510441
I hope you're right, though the wording is a bit vague about how he'll react. The way I see it he cares about Tryphosa on an intimate level and his tone might have slight bite to it if he thinks there's something really off.
Even still, we'll be revealing just how much we can 'feel' her, which might be bad for us.
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>>5510450
Ah fine, i'll accept your shadowrun again.
Hopefully this time you are right.
>>5510434
Changing to
>”My senses sort of expanded, and when it shocked me I thought I could feel Tryphosa.” Vague but true.
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>>5510458
>Hopefully this time you are right.
shit, I don't want to make the same mistake (and I'm starting to get some deja vu from all of this). Do you really think this could turn out badly? I'll change my vote to the first one if it could.
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>>5510424
>”Why is Tryphosa out in the rain, doctor?” She’s not meant to be out there.
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>>5510458
+1
Just flat out saying we saw Tryphosa seems like a terrible idea because not only are we practically screaming that we're a Newtype but we also may be compromising Tryphosa if she really is outside. With how protected she was on Texas the only thing that would explain her being out would be if she snuck out.
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>>5510464
I have no idea if it could or not, and it's too late for me too think properly.
So don't worry about it.
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>>5510424
>"My senses sort of expanded, and when it shocked me I thought I could feel Tryphosa." Vague but true.
Half-truths are best in this scenario.
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>>5510478
Alright, thank you anon.

>>5510473
That's actually a very compelling argument, especially the end part of it.
Then again if we do expose her it's an almost certain way of meeting her today, and might even make Kycilia think we're more 'useful' than she thought we were. But that would be cruel to do, and Tryphosa probably won't trust us as much if she finds out we told (even if it's out of worry for her and not on purpose).
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>>5510513
Saying that, we should have a good excuse for if/when they find out Tryphosa has snuck out. It'll look weird if we say we could feel her presence and she happens to not be anywhere near.
Honestly it makes me want to vote for something like the third choice in which we just say we felt something, but that part about asking Artesia to use it too is making me hesitant.
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>>5510541
I mean, we could just say that the feeling was fleeting (which is true) and that it was more of a vague sense than something definite (a lie, but we can probably get away with it).
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>>5510427
>>5510430
>>5510440
>>5510465
Tryphosa.

>>5510431
>>5510443
>>5510448
>>5510458
>>5510493
Vague/True.

>>5510433
Tryphosa+Vague/True.

I'll get to writing in a bit.
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“My senses sort of expanded, and when it shocked me I thought I could feel Tryphosa.” You reply, almost uncertain of your own words despite the perfect, if momentary, clarity of the experienced. Dr. Flanagan’s eyes widen and he moves to your side, placing a hand on your shoulder.

“You could… feel her?” He echoes in amazement, “But…”

“Yes, I could.” You confirm quickly, “Right after the shock.”

“What did you do before that?” Dr. Flanagan presses urgently, his grip on your shoulder tightening. His question isn’t so much one of curiosity as it is of desperation - There’s something else going on here.

You look past him toward your sister before answering, her blue eyes meeting your own for a moment, her presence reassuring you, “I cleared my mind, like you said… Why?”

“That’s it? Nothing else?” Lom questions, his face shifting from excitement to confusion and then finally settling on doubt, “Have you done this before?”

“These tests? No.” You say, pushing his hand from your shoulder and standing up from the chair, taking a couple of steps to get clear of Dr. Flanagan’s looming presence.

“Sir, perhaps we should try the test with the girl as well,” One of the assistant’s suggests, “We can make sure the machine isn’t malfunctioning.”

“It isn’t!” Dr. Flanagan insists, “I know it isn’t, and so do you, Maxime - Those results were remarkable, there must be some sort of bond…”

“We can’t know that for sure, sir.” The same assistant repeats more firmly, “...I know your gut feelings are usually right, sir, but we should be thorough.”

“Fine, fine! Sayla, take a seat if you would.” Lom says, motioning for your sister to come forward from Kycilia’s shadow.

“Yes, would you, Sayla?” Kycilia suggests, her voice cold and hard, and not at all a suggestion. Your sister nods and moves forward, her face set and determined, and she takes a seat in the chair. You stay close as the scientists begin to reset things, Dr. Flanagan giving your sister the same simple instructions as you were.

“Initial readings are… similar, but they’re new,” One of the assistants says, sounding relieved, “We can continue.”

…From the outside the test doesn’t look like much of anything at all. Silence settles about the room for nearly a full minute as your sister sits there with her eyes closed, utterly still except for her own slowed breathing. Suddenly she jolts forward an inch or two, blue eyes snapping open, her breathing quickened - The test is over, and Dr. Flanagan and the others are already going over the results.

“We’d need to run it again a few more times,” Lom mutters, looking at a various graphs and charts on one of the terminal screens, “But it looks as if you might be a newtype, and… rather developed as well, but I couldn’t really say from just this.”
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>>5511064

“So the machine works then. Good.” Kycilia states, pleased by the results, “That would mean he’s one as well, correct?”

“It’s possible, we’ve never seen identical results like that before though, it could still be some kind of error…” Lom answers, “There might be some degree of psychic connection between them, or perhaps the machine detected three’s psycho waves even at this distance…”

“At this distance?” Kycilia questions, latching onto something in Lom’s uncertain answer.

“Mm, uh, yes. Normally they dissipate very quickly, or at least our detectors fail to pick them up from more than a few centimeters, but there have been occasional detection events at much longer distances.”

“That hardly seems likely.” “Where is Tryphosa now, doctor?”

“She…” Lom hesitates before finishing his answer, and that’s all the opportunity Kycilia needs to strike.

“She’s not here, is she? I’ve never seen you this nervous before, Flanagan.” Kycilia practically hisses, one of her bodyguards moving forward half a step even without any clear signal.

“I thought we would have her back by now!” Lom says defensively, uncertainty replaces by frustration and anger, “She promised she wouldn’t do this again, especially not today - I have almost all of our staff out looking for her, but the rain-”

You lost her?” Kycilia questions, “And with her father scheduled to visit today as well?”

“We’ve tightened security since her last disappearance, I have no idea how she did it! Somehow she knew the codes for the exterior doors, and by the time we realized she wasn’t following the schedule she was already off in the rain, the guards didn’t even see her!” Lom nearly shouts, “That damned girl, I’ve done nothing but shelter her and she does this, if something has happened out in that storm...”

“I don’t care what you’ve done, Flanagan. I want her found and brought back here at once. You, you, go. Find her.” Kycilia says, turning to order her pair of bodyguards off to join the search.

“She will be found, ma’am, she just runs off sometimes when she gets in a mood.” One of the assistants says quietly, badly misjudging Kycilia’s character; she gets a slap for her trouble, falling to the ground.

Sayla gets up from her chair and moves closer to you in the relative confusion of the situation. Kycilia is ordering people about, Dr. Flanagan is doing much the same now that his attempt to buy time and cover his own ass has failed… and this has left you and Sayla quite ignored for the moment.
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>>5511065

“I saw the security codes earlier.” Sayla whispers to you, looking up slightly to meet your eyes. You can’t help but smile; she wants to go look for Tryphosa, and she was ahead of the game on noticing something was wrong here.

>”Kycilia, we can find her. Let us join the search.” She’ll probably tie you down with one of her men, that won’t make things easy, but risking her wrath doing otherwise could be risky.
>They’re distracted and there’s a door nearby. Sneak out and look for Tryphosa. You can radio Kycilia about what you’re doing once you’re clear of her, this isn’t some foolish escape attempt, just a matter of not scaring off Tryphosa with an armed goon.
>Sit around and wait things out.
>Write-in.
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>>5511070
>They’re distracted and there’s a door nearby. Sneak out and look for Tryphosa. You can radio Kycilia about what you’re doing once you’re clear of her, this isn’t some foolish escape attempt, just a matter of not scaring off Tryphosa with an armed goon.
Tryphosa is in danger and probably won't react well to most anybody trying to find her. If there's anybody who has a chance at getting her home safely and in short order, it's us.
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>>5511070
>They’re distracted and there’s a door nearby. Sneak out and look for Tryphosa. You can radio Kycilia about what you’re doing once you’re clear of her, this isn’t some foolish escape attempt, just a matter of not scaring off Tryphosa with an armed goon.
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>>5511070
>”Kycilia, we can find her. Let us join the search.” She’ll probably tie you down with one of her men, that won’t make things easy, but risking her wrath doing otherwise could be risky.
We could probably find her even with a guard in tow, especially if we have Artesia with us to help.
Sneaking out might cause trouble not just with Kycilia, but the other Zabis.
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>>5511070
>>They’re distracted and there’s a door nearby. Sneak out and look for Tryphosa. You can radio Kycilia about what you’re doing once you’re clear of her, this isn’t some foolish escape attempt, just a matter of not scaring off Tryphosa with an armed goon.
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>>5511070
>They’re distracted and there’s a door nearby. Sneak out and look for Tryphosa. You can radio Kycilia about what you’re doing once you’re clear of her, this isn’t some foolish escape attempt, just a matter of not scaring off Tryphosa with an armed goon.
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>>5511070
>”Kycilia, we can find her. Let us join the search.” She’ll probably tie you down with one of her men, that won’t make things easy, but risking her wrath doing otherwise could be risky.
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>>5511070
>”Kycilia, we can find her. Let us join the search.” She’ll probably tie you down with one of her men, that won’t make things easy, but risking her wrath doing otherwise could be risky.
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>>5511070
I'm changing to
>They’re distracted and there’s a door nearby. Sneak out and look for Tryphosa. You can radio Kycilia about what you’re doing once you’re clear of her, this isn’t some foolish escape attempt, just a matter of not scaring off Tryphosa with an armed goon.
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There are pros and cons to both options. I'm mostly just spitballing here, but this is how I see it:
If we search for Tryphosa alone with our sis, we'll be able to physically tell her about everything without fear of being caught. But Kycilia will definitely be paranoid enough to fear that we did this, not to mention the fact that she'll definitely punish us for this. Her suspicion of us will go through the roof, and she'll definitely try to separate us from Artesia at least when this is all said and done. It's also the best way to actually find Tryphosa. This is a very risky option, and there is the slight possibility that the radios won't work, and might put in jeopardy all the work we've been doing here to convince the Zabis we aren't trying anything.
If we ask Kycilia and have a goon following us, it'll be far more difficult to find her, and we'll be hard pressed to actually convince her to return back. Though this will at least make Kycilia not as angry with us, and we won't have to worry about punishment as much. But telling Tryphosa anything, even with newtype powers, will be difficult (since even her guards back in Texas noticed something weird when we made that connection with her). This is the least suspicious and safer option, but the one with less potential reward.
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>>5511156
>try to separate us from Artesia
*try to separate us from Tryphosa
Though there's still a chance she might separate us from Artesia still, since this will set a precedent to her about how we act with our sis.
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>>5511070
>They’re distracted and there’s a door nearby. Sneak out and look for Tryphosa. You can radio Kycilia about what you’re doing once you’re clear of her, this isn’t some foolish escape attempt, just a matter of not scaring off Tryphosa with an armed goon.
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>>5511084
>>5511091
>>5511101
>>5511127
>>5511146
>>5511186
Sneak off to find her.

>>5511092
>>5511140
>>5511143
Ask to help find her.

Writing.
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There’s no need to discuss your plan, a silent exchange of looks with Sayla is more than enough. While Kycilia is busy giving orders to her underlings and the scientists are scurrying for cover from her wrath, you and Sayla make your way over to the nearest door. A few quick taps on the keypad and it opens; thankfully there are no biometric checks to leave.

You quicken your pace as soon as the door seals shut behind you, racing down the hallways and back toward the exit; you stop for a few seconds, hugging close the wall at an intersection as some of Kycilia’s goons run past, and then carry on with your impromptu escape from the facility. When you finally reach the lobby via a different side than the one you descended earlier, you both slow your pace and stride purposefully across the mostly empty room, ignoring the receptionist entirely as you make your way to the front doors. They open with a hiss, the low roar of heavy rain and the sight of a busy parking lot greeting you. You stay close to the exterior if the building, sidling along it and out of the protective steel covering, the rain threatening to drench you almost immediately.

“Agh, we should have grabbed an umbrella!” Sayla grumbles, her hair quickly soaking through and clinging close to her; it would be funny if it wasn’t so damned cold for you as well, your own hair quickly turning into a wet mop.

“Or some coats,” You agree, pulling your jacket a little tighter around your neck as you both scurry downslope from the laboratory, pushing through the vibrant green brush surrounding it, “But they weren’t exactly handing them out.”

Sayla messes with her hair a bit with one hand, moving a few clinging strands from her face, “No, they weren’t. Do we even know where to find her? I’ve never seen rain this bad, I can barely even see the road.”

“Oh, we’re searching for Tryphosa? I thought we were just out for a stroll with this lovely weather we’re having.” You say, taking cover temporarily under the sheltering branches of a tall tree along the slope.

Sayla rolls her eyes, holding her arms close, “Harr harr. Come on, where are we going?”

“I was hoping I’d… just know, or something. No such luck.” You say with a shrug.

“Have you tried feeling for her… uhm, actively?” Sayla suggests, clearly as uncertain about this as you are.

“...Little bit hard right now, but I’ll try. Keep watch.”

“Gotcha!”

You close your eyes, trying to ignore the storm around you, and the big fat drops of water still making their way down in a steady drizzle from the trees branches. After a few moments you… don’t feel anything. You keep trying for a few moments longer, and then sigh in frustration.
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>>5511381

“No luck-” You say, but your sister grabs your hand and pulls you down into a crouch near the tree’s trunk before you can get the rest of the thought out.

“Quiet!” Sayla warns, pointing nearby. Two men in coats and with umbrellas are slowly making their way down the slope through the rain, calling out for Tryphosa. They pass quickly, carrying on their search further downhill.

“Close one. We’ll radio back once we’re a little further away.”

“We will?” Sayla questions, eyes squinting in confusion, her face still damp.

“Yes, we’re not escaping - I just didn’t want to get tied down with some idiot in a suit.”

“Of course we’re not escaping, I just thought they might be able to track our radios.” Sayla says, and you ponder the idea for just a moment.

“...They probably can track us with them, knowing Kycilia I bet they have a separate tracker… I’ll just call in now and then we can take the batteries out.” You say, reaching into your jacket to transmit, “Kycilia, Sayla and I are out looking for Tryphosa. We’ll be back when we have her or can’t take the rain anymore.”

“Felix?” Kycilia questions, her voice coming through with a bit of static, “Get back here immediately-”


“What’s that?! Sorry, Kycilia, the rain is messing with the signa-” You remove the battery pack from the radio, and look over to see Sayla doing the same.

“She’s not going to be happy about that.” Sayla says grimly.

“Bringing back Tryphosa should smooth things over.” You say with a shrug, looking back out toward the rain, “We need to get moving again though… where would she go?”

Sayla considers the issue for a few seconds before speaking, pointing at vague blobs of the landscape barely visible through the torrent of rain past the cover of the tree, “If I were running off from here I’d… Hmm. I’d want to find better clothes first, so I guess maybe I’d try to get to one of the checkpoints? There’s plenty of umbrellas and coats to grab, the soldiers looked distracted earlier so it wouldn’t be hard. Either that or head for the woods, as far away from people as possible.”

>”Let’s head for the checkpoints, maybe one of the soldiers will have seen her… rain gear doesn’t sound bad either.”
>”The forest for sure - She wanted to get away from the lab, that would be the hardest place to search for her in this mess.”
>”Maybe if I try again I’ll be able to sense her…” Staying here might just get you caught.
>Write-in.
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>>5511382
>”Let’s head for the checkpoints, maybe one of the soldiers will have seen her… rain gear doesn’t sound bad either.”
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>>5511382
>”The forest for sure - She wanted to get away from the lab, that would be the hardest place to search for her in this mess.”
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>>5511382
>”The forest for sure - She wanted to get away from the lab, that would be the hardest place to search for her in this mess.”
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>>5511382
>”Let’s head for the checkpoints, maybe one of the soldiers will have seen her… rain gear doesn’t sound bad either.”
While it'll take longer, we'll probably get sick without something to stop the rain.
I'm not looking forward to what Kycilia will do to Felix and Artesia when all this is over with. She's way too vengeful to forgive this, and knowing that we could slip away if she isn't paying attention will just increase her paranoia of us. We'll probably have a guard hovering over us for the next few weeks, best case scenario.
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>>5511382
>”The forest for sure - She wanted to get away from the lab, that would be the hardest place to search for her in this mess.”
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>>5511382
>”The forest for sure - She wanted to get away from the lab, that would be the hardest place to search for her in this mess.”
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I don't think the plan to tell Tryphosa about what's going on will go well. If relations between the Jovians and the Zabis sour we'll be the ones to blame since we snuck out to privately meet with someone who had influence on Jedar. If she tells him about what's going on, and this affects Jovian support for Zeon, Kycilia can easily deduce that it was us that said something to Tryphosa (especially since we weren't there under Kycilia's personal watch to make sure we didn't say/do anything that would compromise the situation).
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>>5511382
>”Let’s head for the checkpoints, maybe one of the soldiers will have seen her… rain gear doesn’t sound bad either.”
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Not going to be able to start writing tonight so I'll let the vote run until morning. Updates will probably be slow for the next few days as well, maybe just 1-2 a day. Things should speed up again some next week.
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>>5511538
No worries Contolist.
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>>5511382
No need to think about it too hard, just let our instincts guide us to her

>”The forest for sure - She wanted to get away from the lab, that would be the hardest place to search for her in this mess.”
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>>5511762
I think you're overestimating Felix's abilities.
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>>5511785
I mean I hope I'm wrong, but Felix doesn't seem to be a naturally gifted newtype like Artesia or Tryphosa.
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>>5511799
Honestly, from the last thread and this one, I got the impression that Felix was the gifted newtype among the siblings considering the whole Tryphosa stuff in the Texas colony as well as practice showing him to be on par with Artesia.
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>>5512070
I think most of that can be chalked up to Felix having strong a psychic bond with Tryphosa. I imagine Felix and Artesia would've had their powers awakened if Casval and Lalah bonded instead of us. The fact that Artesia was able to become as strong as we are, despite not having a bond like we do, can be evidence that she's more gifted than her brothers, with Casval being the least talented of the three.
That stuff with Felix 'feeling' Tryphosa's presence would've happened to Casval and Lalah or Artesia and Amuro if either were there.
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>>5511385
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>>5511490
Checkpoints.

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>>5511430
>>5511762
Forest.

Writing.
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“The forest for sure - She wanted to get away from the lab, that would be the hardest place to search for her in this mess.”

“Well… You know her better than I do, Felix.” Artesia says with a nod, dropping your old names for now, “Kycilia probably has her people looking for us too now.”

“No kidding.” You reply, already on the lookout for more of her goons as you take a step out into the rain, the sheer weight of the frigid sheets of water hitting you almost like a wave. The ground is treacherous mud in many places, grass beginning to struggle to hold together the earth beneath it. It’s slow going down the rest of the hill and out into the nearby forest. As awful as the rain is, it at least provides great concealment - a dreary light gray curtain splashing down from the dark clouds collected along the colony’s central axis…

Half an hour later

Already shivering, you press onward through the darkness of the forest, the overcast artificial sky and falling rain conspiring with the tall trees to hide much of your surroundings in near total darkness. The branches overhead provide some cover from the relentless rainfall, but even moving across the maintained ‘wilds’ of this residential colony’s green zones there you have to tread carefully to not injure yourself in the dark, too many twisting tree roots and low brush conspiring to trip you up. A twisted ankle now would be a disaster. This has been a mostly blind march, following little more than gut feeling and what seemed like a decent escape path from the lab. You passed over a few gullies and rushing streams overfilling with floodwater earlier, which will probably dissuade search attempts for a while…

Hopefully you guessed right, the return journey is going to be troublesome.

“How much further?” Artesia questions, “This is miserable. How far could she have possibly gotten?”
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>>5512481

“Dr. Flanagan didn’t say how long she’s been gone - She could be kilometers away!” You answer loudly to be heard more easily over the continuing low roar of the storm. Your sister’s expression grows gloomier at your words.

Groaning and moving a bit closer to some of the tree trunks, seeking greater cover from the rain, Artesia replies in a miserable voice, “I hope you’re wrong, Felix - I don’t think we can handle this for that long! Maybe she found a house to hide in or something…”

“Just think of it as training! They make storms like this at the academy during marches, Garma was telling me about how Dozle likes to set the weather to tropical storm levels!”

“They have rain gear and proper boots!” Your sister complains, holding her arms close to her chest and shivering as you both trudge on.

“Details, details!” You shout back, trying to focus on the banter rather than the awful weather, “If we can get through this we’ll breeze through training!”

“Try to feel her again!” Artesia replies.

“Fine, fine, I’ll…” You stop speaking as you spot a dim light up ahead, shining through the shadow and gloom of the rainy forest, “Look!”

“Look where? I don’t see - Oh!” Artesia notices the faint light a few moments after you do, never quite matching your perception.

“I think it’s a cabin.” You say as you both carry on, pushing a low branch out of the way and stopping to hold it for Artesia to move through, “That’s a window, I think.”

“...Maybe. Do you feel anything?”

You shake your head, your awareness entirely on your immediate surroundings, something strangely familiar about them, “I don’t think so, not yet anyways… But there's a trail over there, or… there was a trail.”

Artesia follows your gaze over to a washed out dirt path, only a vague muddy impression left of what must have been a small but well traveled footpath through the depths of the forest.

“We should ask them if they’ve seen her.” Artesia suggests, pointing back toward the light from the cabin, now more clearly a window of some kind on a wooden wall.

“Light doesn’t mean people, they might have just left it on… But you’re right, we should at least take a look. Come on.” You say, waving for her to follow and crouching low as you approach through some of the deeper shadows of the forest, making your way to the cabin while remaining as out of sight as possible. There’s something oddly familiar about the design, a simple post and beam construction, not all that large…
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>>5512483

Peeking just over one of the window sills you look inside, peering through the foggy glass covered in rivulets of rain. There are a few comfy looking chairs and a dark green rug, a living room of some sort. A brick fireplace along the wall has a low flame flickering in it, the logs mostly burnt down to coals by now but still glowing bright… An old man is crouched next to the fire, adjusting one of the remaining logs with a cast iron poker. For some reason you feel as if you’ve met him before, but he hasn’t yet even turned to show his face…

A door on the far side of the room opens, and a green haired teenage girl steps through holding a pair of mugs, one in each hand, her posture slightly slouched, something in her azure blue eyes betraying a deep angst which you keenly feel. She’s wearing her hair ever so slightly longer than when you last saw her, and she’s matured quite a lot since then, a little taller but just as graceful and delicate. Her clothes aren’t as odd though, a patterned red sweater and well worn jeans in a loose fitting style that hasn’t been popular for decades. She notices you nearly immediately, eyes widening as her mug slips from her hand and falls to the floor. The girl doesn’t stop to apologize or deal with the spilled drink, startling the old man as she rushes immediately to the cabin door and throws it open - You run to meet her, turning the corner and vaulting over the wooden porch railing, nearly slipping in your excitement as you cross the remaining few steps of rain slick planking and wrap her in a tight hug.

“Oh, it’s you…” Tryphosa almost whispers, voice quavering as she presses her head against your neck and you hold her close, “It’s time to go home, isn’t it?”

“I’ve been looking for you.” You reply quietly, holding the moment for as long as possible, trying not to dwell on your greater task. She understands.

“I know.” She says aloud, pulling back a little to meet your eyes, her gaze piercing right through you; there’s no discomfort to it, no sense of unease - In a way it almost feels like deep self-reflection, a sense of calm settling about you as the world makes a little more sense. You could stay like this forever… Serene.

Artesia slowly approaches, just now reaching the porch and stepping out of the worst of the worst of the rain, “Tryphosa? Is that you?”

Tryphosa turns her head slightly to look at your sister, still holding close to you, “Sayla! …You haven’t met my sister yet - There’s still time then.”

Artesia takes a moment to respond, the strangeness of Tryphosa’s words throwing her off slightly until comprehension dawns on her rain soaked face, “I… no, your father hasn’t arrived yet. She’ll be with him?”

Tryphosa nods, smiling. She has a beautiful smile. You’re smiling too, eyes locked solely on her.

“Tell me your real names.” Tryphosa says, looking back to you.
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>>5512485

Before you can answer, the old man appears in the open doorway of the cabin, a puzzled expression on his face as he looks you and Artesia over carefully, brown eyes squinting suspiciously, “Tryphosa, you know these two?”

“I do, Eb.”

“Right then.” Eb replies with a small nod, three words from the girl all he needed to make up his mind about you and your sister, “Come on in. Let's get you two out of the storm. I’ll get more tea for us all in a minute, you both need to dry off. Now.”

“Thank you, sir.” You say as Tryphosa pulls away from you. Even without touching you can feel her, she’s closer now even than when you were embracing. The three of you follow the man inside.

“Take those muddy things off.” Eb gruffly orders, looking down to your nearly ruined shoes, “There’s fresh clothes in Milly’s room for you, girl. Change. You’ll get pneumonia like that. Boy, over here. I have some old work clothes from my brother, he was about your size.”

You comply with his orders, slipping out of your mud covered shoes and removing your socks, both completely soaked through. Artesia does the same, and you both place them carefully by the door, trying not to make too much of a mess.

You walk past the entrance to a bedroom which Tryphosa and Artesia quickly disappear into. Even with a brief glance you can see it clearly belongs to a girl, but the music posters on the far wall are a couple of decades out of date. You follow Eb to his room, decorated in a way which reminds you a lot of some of the suites back in the lodge on Texas colony, and he rummages through a chest in his small closet for a few moments before throwing some old jeans and a button up shirt at you, followed by a towel. You catch the towel.

“The rest is in there. I’m sure you can figure it out, boy. Put your wet ones near the fire when you’re done.” Eb says, nodding slightly to the chest and closet, “I’ll be in the kitchen.”

And with that he leaves, shutting the old wooden door to give you some privacy. You change quickly, struggling a bit to strip off the rain soaked clothes as they cling to you, drying with the towel, and then putting on a dry set and a pair of boots. It’s strange to wear someone else’s clothes, but you would have done just about anything to get out of those rain soaked rags and you’re grateful to be warm and relatively dry again. You emerge from the room with your wet clothes in hand and lay them out on the brickwork near the fireplace.

>Wait patiently for the girls to emerge from the other room. You can tell they’ll be a few more minutes, you just know.
>Join Eb in the kitchen, offer to clean up the spill Tryphosa left. She feels guilty about it.
>Look around a little. This cabin has you curious, there are a lot of old photos on the walls.
>Write-in.
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Well this was unexpected.

>>5512487
1)
>Look around a little. This cabin has you curious, there are a lot of old photos on the walls.

2)
>Look around a little. This cabin has you curious, there are a lot of old photos on the walls.
>Join Eb in the kitchen, offer to clean up the spill Tryphosa left. She feels guilty about it.

Our perception should help us figure out something from this place.
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>>5512487
1)
>Join Eb in the kitchen, offer to clean up the spill Tryphosa left. She feels guilty about it.

2)
>Look around a little. This cabin has you curious, there are a lot of old photos on the walls.
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>>5512485
>“Sayla! …You haven’t met my sister yet - There’s still time then.”
Ominous.
My Jimba-theory is that Jedar made clones to artificially newtype-bond with each sibling, Tryphosa being the most stable. Something very bad will happen to Artesia if she bonds, is my thought (same going for Casval too, if there is a clone for him even).
Well, we'll find out in an update or two what exactly is going on.
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>>5512487
>Join Eb in the kitchen, offer to clean up the spill Tryphosa left. She feels guilty about it.
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>>5512487
>Join Eb in the kitchen, offer to clean up the spill Tryphosa left. She feels guilty about it.
>Look around a little. This cabin has you curious, there are a lot of old photos on the walls.

>>5512503

>My Jimba-theory is that Jedar made clones to artificially newtype-bond with each sibling.

I don't think cloning tech in UC has gotten that good yet. Cloning at this point is probably like how it is nowadays, being able to make copies of people. Wacky newtype clone magic is very much a Unicorn era thing.
It's more likely to be proto-cybernewtype stuff.

Yes, I know about the Purus, that's different and nearly a decade into the future.
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>>5512599
>It's more likely to be proto-cybernewtype stuff.
You're probably right. But either way this will be bad for little sis, and we should try to make her avoid the encounter if possible.
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>>5512487
>Join Eb in the kitchen, offer to clean up the spill Tryphosa left. She feels guilty about it.
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>>5512487
>Join Eb in the kitchen, offer to clean up the spill Tryphosa left. She feels guilty about it.
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>>5512487
>Join Eb in the kitchen, offer to clean up the spill Tryphosa left. She feels guilty about it.
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Something else that should be said is that whatever it is that Jedar is planning, both with Artesia and newtypes in general, is something Tryphosa seems to be strongly against.
We should ask her about it next time we get the chance.
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>>5513281
Tryphosa probably knows about it, since its strongly implied that she's been a guinea pig for the Jupiter Fleet. I mean last thread she was avoiding even calling herself a Jovian.
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>>5512497
>>5512570
>>5512683
>>5512735
>>5513235
Writing.
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Something draws your attention to the spilled tea and pair of dropped cups on the wood floor near the entrance to the kitchen, and you feel a sense of guilt which is both your own and not. You pick up the two discarded cups and step into the kitchen, finding Eb standing near the stovetop and preparing a fresh kettle.

“...I’m Max. Tryphosa is sorry for the spill.” You say, the words just slipping out. Eb doesn’t turn, but his posture stiffens slightly.

“You’re from the same place she is?” He asks, his voice low and serious.

“No… Well, right now I guess so. We met about a year and a half ago.” You reply, stepping closer as you look for a spare towel to clean up the spilled tea with, “We’re…”

“You’re close, aye.” The old man says, “Never seen her light up like that before. Towels are over there in that drawer.”

You blink and then give a little nod, taking out a towel but stopping to size Eb up. You don’t sense anything unseen from him, but there’s something about how he holds himself that tells you he’s seen more than his fair share of hardship in life. A subtle weariness, burn scars on his hands and arms beneath his half rolled up sleeves - He’s well muscled for his age, perhaps seventy and still clearly working fit. He was probably a pretty powerful man when he was younger, physically at least, his wide build still lingering on and not just in his gut. He turns away from the kettle to face you, the lines on his old face deepening, lips pursing under his big bushy gray mustache as he looks you over in kind.

“Going to clean it up or not?” He asks, almost startling you back into motion.

“Oh, right. Yes, sir.” You say, moving over to the spill and getting down, continuing to talk as you clean, “...How long have you known Tryphosa?”

“She showed up about two months ago. Came up to the porch like a lost cat, asked for somewhere to stay for the night.” Eb explains while getting a couple of extra cups from one of the cabinets nearby, “...I wasn’t inclined to turn her away. She’s been back off and on since.”

“That’s it?” You question, already done with most of the cleanup, the towel proving particularly absorbent, “She does have a way of just… appearing like this, I guess. You get along well.”

It’s not a question; you can clearly feel from her that they do - it isn’t quite a shared memory, but Eb already seems familiar to you, much like his cabin.
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>>5513420

“You’re like her then?” Eb questions, catching on, “They prod you with those electric machines too? Cruel.”

“You know about the lab?” You ask, standing and moving to the sink to wring out the towel.

“She talks about it sometimes, and the other children.” Eb replies grimly, “It’s not something wise to discuss, is it?”

“No, sir, I… I don’t think it is. But if you already know then-”

“Aye, the damage is done. Used to be federation military. Rear admiral. Retired now. I know how it is with secrets like that.” He says with a small nod, and your eyes widen in surprise, “But there are more important things than secrets… That girl with you is your sister?”

“Yes, sir, she is.”

“Mm. Milly looked a lot like her…” Eb almost mutters, pondering something, his gaze distant.

“Milly?”

“...My daughter.” He says, a gentle smile spreading across his worn features for a moment before they darken again, a small frown replacing it, “...She’s been gone a long time.”

There’s no mistaking what he means, and you reply solemnly, “…I’m sorry, sir.”

He just nods, turning his attention back to the kettle, “So what brought you to my home?”

“There… there are men from the laboratory searching for Tryphosa, I wanted to find her first.” You answer, setting the towel aside on the small countertop.

“And do what?” Eb asks almost idly.

“Talk. Bring her back to the lab after that probably.”

“Do you think that’s wise?” He questions.

“She can’t stay here forever, neither can we.”

“True, but that’s not what I asked.” He says. The kettle begins to whistle, having heated up rather quickly. Eb tends to it.

“I… I’m not sure. She doesn’t like what they’re doing there… at least not some of it. We probably should get back though, trouble will only get worse the longer we’re all gone. I want to help her, whatever happens.” You say, the understanding just coming to you, Tryphosa’s thoughts flowing freely to you, the wooden walls of the cabin scarcely any barrier between your minds, “...I need to think about it more.”

“Mm, so it goes. Will you stay for tea at least?” Eb questions, turning to you with a wide smile, apparently finding your answer satisfactory, “It would be a shame to see six cups go to waste, two was already tragedy enough.”

“Sure beats the rain.” You agree with a shrug and a smile of your own, “They’re almost done.”

“We are done!” Artesia says, stepping from Milly’s long disused room in a new set of clothes that are just as out of date as Tryphosa’s, though they fit a bit better, “Thank you, sir!”
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>>5513422

“The tea is almost ready.” Tryphosa says to your sister as the two of them approach the kitchen, threatening to fill the small space nearly to capacity.

“Indeed it is!” Eb replies happily. He’s rather friendly now that you’ve had a minute to talk, that initial gruff exterior melted away to something close to grandfatherliness.

Tryphosa stops at the doorway, looking into, through, and past you all at once, her gaze still as piercing as ever but entirely welcome now, and asks once again, “What are your real names?”

“More trouble then?” Eb mutters, looking to Tryphosa with concern, and she gives him an apologetic look, “...Don’t mind me, just an old man making tea.”

Tryphosa trusts Eb, but you’ve only just met him.

>”I’m Felix.” Let your sister introduce herself.
>”Felix Zos Deikun.” No more secrets.
>Write-in.
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>>5513423
>”Felix Zos Deikun.” No more secrets.
Vivima hits too many red flags for me. Hopefully this doesn't get the old man killed.
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>>5513423
>”Felix Zos Deikun.” No more secrets.
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>>5513423
>”Felix Zos Deikun.” No more secrets.
>Let your sister introduce herself as well.
Write-in is more of a suggestion, it seems fitting given the situation.
Maybe this might be a bad idea, but what the hell if Tryphosa trusts him he should be alright even though Eb is a former Feddie.
We technically didn't promise Tryphosa anything, she was the one that said there would be no more secrets next time we met, I just find this more poetic.
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>>5513423
>>”Felix Zos Deikun.” No more secrets.
He'd figure it out sooner or later/
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>>5513423
>>”Felix Zos Deikun.” No more secrets.
but only say it psychically, out loud answer with Maxime Mass.
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Any chance Eb might kick us out/not let us come back after he hears we're a Deikun?

>>5513434
That's clever, though we already introduced ourselves as Max to Eb so it might be odd to just say our real name is Maxime.
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>>5513452
Use Casval's fake name?
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>>5513453
>Édouard
That might just work.
Your vote might be smarter, especially if we want to keep Eb out of trouble, but I'm going to stick to saying it out loud and letting Artesia say her own name too, since that seems to fit the moment better.
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>>5513423
>”Felix Zos Deikun.” No more secrets
Let the Feddies know that the line of Deikun yet lives!
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>>5513423
>”Felix Zos Deikun.” No more secrets.
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>>5513423
>”Felix Zos Deikun.” No more secrets.
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>>5513423
Can we use our Newtype abilities to try to have a private conversation, just so Eb isn't incriminated when we spill the big secret? Unless the thread specifically wants him to know because the Feddies might be able to provide us support, it's the best way we have of making sure nothing's overheard.
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>>5513669
I think it might be too late to not have Eb involved. He's already been harboring Tryphosa, and the fact that 'Maxime' and 'Sayla' have been here is enough to make both the Feds and the Zabis piece together the truth.
Other than that I'm sure he knows how to keep a secret well enough if anyone comes by, considering his past. So I'm personally not too worried anymore.
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>>5513667
Alright, so there's a clear winner. Probably won't start writing the update tonight, might get it out tomorrow morning though.

Happy new year anons!
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>>5514415
Happy new year!
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Happy New Year to you Contolist!
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>>5514415
Happy new year!
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>>5513425
>“Would it be possible for Casval and I to go as well?” You ask, and from Vivima’s immediate smirk you realize that this was a predicted response.
I completely agree. The whole Valentine thing was probably to keep Felix in line and get him to promise he wouldn't do something like escape into the woods to avoid newtype experimentation.

This and the whole thing about Kycilia trying to get Artesia into a more 'permanent arrangement' as her 'assistant' will probably mean that Artesia will get experimented on further after today.
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>>5514739
>“I don’t think she was lying about her past... But her offer to teach me things? I don’t trust a word she said, I just accepted to play nice for the moment.” Artesia answers,
And just to be clear I wouldn't have thought Kycilia was actually going to use Artesia as a lab rat if it wasn't for this line.

But anyway, we need to make sure that Artesia and Tryphosa don't get irreversibly experimented on. Artesia seems to be more critical, considering what Tryphosa said about meeting her sister, and what Eb said as well about it not being wise to take Tryphosa back should be listened to. It will be bad for everyone (except the Zabis) if this comes to pass.
Also, Casval probably won't trust us with things if we aren't able to do something like make sure our little sister is safe.
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You take a deep breath before answering - Even with your connection to Tryphosa, this intimate sharing of minds, you can’t help but feel a lingering trepidation as you speak your true name, “Felix Zos Deikun.”

Tryphosa’s azure eyes widen in shock, her surprise as sharp and clear as broken glass, a wash of doubt following close behind. Tryphosa looks to your sister who simply gives a tiny nod, and Tryphosa’s eyes widen further, almost the size of saucers, some great revelation threatening to overcome her.

“I’m Artesia Som Deikun.” Your sister says gently, puzzled and concerned as she reaches out to take Tryphosa’s hand. She doesn’t resist, accepting the silent comfort for a long moment.

“You… You are.” She finally whispers, more to herself than anyone present, her gaze lowering to the ground in defeat, “Then I have underestimated my father’s aptitude… Severely.”

“What do you mean?” You ask, finding it difficult to parse her emotions - she is finding it difficult to parse them.

“...Perhaps you should speak in the living room?” Eb suggests politely, obviously trying to give you some semblance of privacy but something in his tone still betraying his own surprise, “I’ve always found that a comfortable chair and hot cup of tea helps ease one’s mind, no matter the size of the issue… and this does sound rather large…”

“A good idea.” Artesia says, seizing on the old military man’s suggestion and guiding Tryphosa to one of the chairs near the fireplace in the living room before sitting nearby. You follow behind slowly, taking your own seat. Eb shuts the wooden door to the kitchen - it’s thick enough that you probably won’t be overheard.

“No more secrets.” Tryphosa says solemnly, looking into the crackling fire, “I promised that before we separated, and I’ve thought of it every night since. When I look out upon stars, or just hold them in my dreams these last few months, I’ve thought of our meeting. I prayed to meet again, to be close. I keep my promises, Felix, but… I’ve… I’ve betrayed you, I fear. I didn’t know until just now - it was all so perfect when we met, I was free for the first time, even with my guardians...”

“Slow down, Tryphosa, what do you mean by betrayed?” You ask, deeply confused, “How could you have done that if you didn’t even know who we were?”

“By meeting us at all.” Artesia says with a gasp, putting the pieces together a little faster than you, “I don’t understand how it would be a betrayal, but that’s what you mean, isn’t it?”
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>>5515596

Tryphosa nods sadly, “When we last met I told you that I was not a Jovian. I spoke truthfully - I was born far beyond Neptune, on a research expedition led by my father, but there is the lie. He is not my father - Not genetically. I did not have a father, or a living mother; I was born to a machine.”

Your brow furrows, vague flashes of half forgotten images playing through your mind, memories that aren’t your own, “A machine?”

“I am part of a line of clones based on the genetic template of a Jovian woman named Theresa… I didn’t come out right, my hair was supposed to be different, but I like green…” Tryphosa says melancholically, smiling weakly, but you can already begin to feel something moving behind her words, some force pushing nudging her along, a phantom feeling that isn’t quite emotion, “She was the first newtype my father encountered during his early research, before even Zeon’s… before your father’s theories were fully published. He was actually inspired by your father’s early speeches, if his stories are true. He met Theresa on Luna, just as he was finishing a project there, they found each other before rejoining the fleet… My father loved her dearly.”

“Theresa?” You question, working through the story carefully, “...You’re a clone of this woman? I knew there was something odd about how you spoke of your father and sisters, but…”

“There is more.” Tryphosa says, holding up a hand gently and quieting you, “Theresa and my father were bonded. My father is a very weak newtype, many Jovians teeter on that edge and never cross, and he is barely one at all - But she was still everything to him. She… Left. Father says she died, but I don’t fully believe that.”
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>>5515597

“...Why the cloning though?” Artesia asks, “Genetic copies don’t carry memories, they’re entirely new people… It wouldn’t bring her back, whatever it was that happened.”

“You’re correct, Artesia. I am not her, genetic flaws aside, and neither are my sisters, we’re all unique souls, even as we’re the same in body.” Tryphosa continues, a growing fear in her voice as she speaks, almost as if she cannot stop herself, the words just tumbling out, “My father did not make us to replace her, and he has never truly loved us. I love him though, even now - I’ve come to realize that I can’t help it. He created us as an experiment in newtype bonding - Theresa was the only person he ever found to create such a powerful connection upon even a short meeting, and I cannot say what he believed he would discover from us when he began his research, but after his early… failures, he came into the service of a very powerful faction in the Jupiter colonies. They offered money and research ships, and in return he gave them a potential means to further their control of… of newtypes. I was augmented when I was very young, imprinted and implanted, he has a machine that…”

Lights flash rapidly before you, a machine whirring and spinning about you in a dark blur, cold electrodes adhering to your shaven head, lasers dazzling your eyes in intricate patterns; images, sounds, feelings - You cannot think! …After a small eternity the memories vanish, receding into Tryphosa subconscious. You feel nauseous, a low droning in your ears, head aching like you were just beat over the head with a bat a few times. You blink, terribly disoriented. Artesia is by your side. How did she get there?

“Felix? Felix, are you alright?” Your sister questions, leaning over and shaking your shoulder lightly with her hands, a terrified look on her face, “Felix, can you hear me?”

“What… What happened? What was that?” You ask, dazed. Artesia starts to speak, but you can’t hear her for a few moments, everything in your very soul focused upon Tryphosa’s growing plight.
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>>5515598

Tryphosa is crying, nearly weeping, but she still continues speaking aloud, her voice taking up the entirety of your perception. You know that she wants to stop, that she’s trying desperately to fight, to resist, but just can’t, “Father's machine, it treats disobedience and... changes people. Fixes their ideas. I never took well to the treatments, and after my awakening and early growth I thought it did nothing else to me, that it only affected my sisters… But… none of this would have happened if I was in control… Cowboys? Cowboys? I like cowboys. Fired like a bullet… Haha, I got you!... No, no… It’s a dream… Even this little rebellion… Help me… Time to go home. Time to go home…”

Her mind strains, cracking, fracturing under the pressure of whatever horrid things her father must have done - It’s like she’s suffocating on fear and love, a prisoner in her own body, repeating the same phrase over and over - “Time to go home.”

Your sister’s presence is suddenly all about and over you, an unseen barrier shielding you from the worst of this treacherous mental conditioning that has such a hold over Tryphosa. You have to help her. Tryphosa is breaking apart trying to resist, to assert her true self, but you can already feel her will slowly slackening. This force pushing her to speak, to act, it is almost inseparable from her - a compulsion from within but not of her own doing, both in and outside of her own will. If she breaks, or gives in… The mere thought is a knife in your mind.

Eb walks into the living room and offers you all tea, a little slow on the uptake before he realizes the strange scene before him, stopping dead in his tracks.

>Rush to Tryphosa’s side, do anything you can to help. She needs you!
>”Artesia, help. I… I don’t know what to do.” You’re so terrified it’s hard to even think, even with your sister trying to protect you.
>”Tryphosa, let’s go home. I’ll go home with you, okay?” Maybe feeding into the conditioning isn’t wise, but you can’t bear to see her in pain. It’s too much.
>Write-in?
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>>5515600
>Rush to Tryphosa’s side, do anything you can to help. She needs you!
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>>5515600
>Rush to Tryphosa’s side, do anything you can to help. She needs you!
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>>5515600
>Rush to Tryphosa’s side, do anything you can to help. She needs you!
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>>5515600
>”Artesia, help. I… I don’t know what to do.” You’re so terrified it’s hard to even think, even with your sister trying to protect you.
Double newtype-power can help her!
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Alone Felix probably won't be able to fight off all of this, but with a strong (and most importantly non-bonded) newtype then there's a better chance we can break through to her with minimal damage to Tryphosa's psyche. I mean, Artesia was able to understand what she was talking about before she even finished, having her help here is invaluable.
Worst thing that can happen if we rush to her is that we get our mind partially 'reprogrammed' and absorb some of her memories, the best scenario would be getting her to break free from it with our help. But still Felix will definitely become extremely dependent on her if we just rush at her, and that will give Jedar power over us. There's a chance we might not be able to think clearly without her around.
Or maybe I'm completely wrong about this. Newtypes are weird and it's been a while since I've seen what's up with them (and it's early in the morning for me too).
I just like it when Felix does things with the help/while helping his family, and we should make sure this doesn't grow to be a sudden artificial Jedar-powered newtype urge to abandon them and work for the Jupiter Fleet (there was at least one anon last thread that wanted that I think).

But either way whatever this is we can't let it happen to Artesia, which is what I think is implied through what Tryphosa said and all of Kycilia's red flags.
There's a small chance Casval has something similar in store for him, but if it is it's not ready yet.
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Also holy shit I can't believe my schizo Jimba theory was right about the clones (at least in part).
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>>5515655
>>5515600
Changing my vote to:
1)
>Write-in
>"Artesia, we need to help her. We need to do something!" You won't let Tryphosa lose herself, there has to be a way!

2)
>”Artesia, help. I… I don’t know what to do.” You’re so terrified it’s hard to even think, even with your sister trying to protect you.

3)
>Rush to Tryphosa’s side, do anything you can to help. She needs you!

Seeing the wording of the votes is giving me flashbacks to what was said to Mink and Kycilia's hair.
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>>5515692
tldr I don't want Felix's and Tryphosa's minds to get messed up, let's use the power of family to help her.

But really I'm just hoping for the best outcome with my write-in, rushing to her could be bad for both of us and being scared might not help anyone. Third option is the wrong one, that goes without saying.
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>>5515600
>”Artesia, help. I… I don’t know what to do.” You’re so terrified it’s hard to even think, even with your sister trying to protect you.
>Rush to Tryphosa’s side, do anything you can to help. She needs you!
Let's do it together!
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>>5515600
>Rush to Tryphosa’s side, do anything you can to help. She needs you!
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>>5515600
Oh, OH we really did stumble upon some shit.
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>>5515600
I fucking knew it was Cyber-Newtypes. Didn't think it was going to actually be clones, though.
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We're going to get brainfucked the moment we get close to Tryphosa and out of Artesia's barrier, aren't we?
Man, I hope at least Tryphosa will be alright. But it seems a bit doubtful if we do this alone.

>>5515600
>>5515770
Changing my vote one more time
1)
>Write-in
>"Artesia, we need to help her. We need to do something!" You won't let Tryphosa lose herself, there has to be a way!

2)
>”Artesia, help. I… I don’t know what to do.” You’re so terrified it’s hard to even think, even with your sister trying to protect you.
>Rush to Tryphosa’s side, do anything you can to help. She needs you!
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>>5515900
I was just as surprised too. I don't really remember the Jovians having the tech to clone people.
I'm just wondering here how we can get out of this mess.

Is cyber-newtype mindfuckery able to get transmitted to newtype bonded partners?
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>>5515913
No. Felix won't receive conditioning second hand. The risks are the same as any other bond but with one partner being a lot more volatile.
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>>5515942
Ah that's more of a relief. Thanks Contolist.
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>>5515942
How many sisters does Tryphosa have again?
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>>5515907
+1
family help sounds safer
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>>5515958
Four. That are alive.
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>>5515907
I support this shit but only cause it sounds better than not thinking
Also we should still rush her if we don't have time
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>>5515907
I'll support this since it's more or less what I wanted anyway.
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>>5516021
I'm this anon by the way
>>5515889
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>>5515600
>Rush to Tryphosa’s side, do anything you can to help. She needs you!
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>>5515942
So question, Because we are a real new-type and stronger then I'd assume her dad/''genetic mother'' won't this have a weird feed-back loop if/when she goes back to the others and/or the machine?
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>>5516092
>spoiler
As much as Casval had when we approached him after bonding with Tryphosa maybe. Is that what you mean?
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>>5515907
I guess this gets my support but only if Felix is the main guy helping.
Family power sounds fun.
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>>5515942
I have another question (if it's too spoilery you don't have to answer). Would Felix of developed a unique newtype 'fingerprint' (and maybe even a bond with someone else) or was it always meant to be with Tryphosa's?

>>5516019
>>5516125
Fine by me. Honestly just rushing to her might not be that bad, but having a sibling to watch our back in case something's wrong feels right, I mean we'd do the same for them both. And I trust Artesia won't bungle this up.
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>>5515907
+1
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Since both the write-in and rushing to Tryphosa seem to be tied, why not combine them?
It's basically the same thing, except we ask for Artesia's help to make sure we don't faint again while Felix focuses on helping Tryphosa or something like that.
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>>5516438
...I just realized that combining rushing and help is practically just my vote.
lmao I need some sleep.
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>>5515605
>>5515608
>>5515614
>>5515892
>>5516080

>>5515907
>>5515963
>>5516021
>>5516408
>>5516125

>>5516438
Artesia was going to try to help on her own anyways, its the kind of person she is.

Going to combine the votes. Writing.
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“...Artesia, we need to help her.” You manage to gasp out in a half whisper, already beginning to rise from your chair to move to Tryphosa’s side, turbulent roiling emotions threatening to break through the surface of her slowly fracturing psyche, “We need to do something!

Artesia moves alongside as you cross the short space to Tryphosa, who is just now beginning to stand and move to the door; you stop her, wrapping her in a hug, and Artesia moves in close to join - You have no idea if this will do anything, she isn’t suffering from some little fit or passing mood, whatever has been done to her is deep, deep enough that she’s slowly losing her battle against it. Eb sets down the tray he was carrying moving over toward you but stopping just short, a look of confusion and concern on his wrinkled features.

“Tryphosa, I’m here, snap out of it - Come on! Tryphosa!” You say, but the words are mere habit, a reflexive reaction - Your real attempt at aid is unseen, an act of the mind, a phantom embrace of the one and only person in the entire universe who you share such a bond with.

Emotion and memory mix, a storm of understanding. There isn’t a physicality to it, unseen light and searing emotion filling the timeless space between spaces, sympathetic waves resonating in motion with each other. You don’t push against some darkness, or do battle with an imagined beast; there’s no villain here - Tryphosa struggles against herself and what has been done to her, hidden scars and half forgotten commands more compelling to her than any cry for aid or shouted order.

But at times like these you are her, and she is you. You resist.
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>>5516693

“What is wrong with her?” Eb asks your sister, his voice filled with concern “Has she gone mad?”

“It’s something they did to her mind!” Artesia says, “She’s trying to follow orders!”

“Follow orders?” Eb asks, the lines of his face deepening, “...Do you know how to help her?”

“Time to go home.” You resist. Tryphosa is still slipping away, losing control.

“No!” Artesia says, panic beginning to fill her voice, “It’s conditioning of some kind, she’s trying to fight it but she’s losing! It’s her mind, the did something-”

That lab.” Eb growls, turning to look to one of the closed doors nearby, moving toward it with a purposeful stride. A few moments later he emerges from the room with a bottle of pills.

You resist.

“These are for treating shock, but they have other uses.” Eb says, popping the bottle open, “They act fast - three should be enough.”

“Enough for what?” Artesia asks.

“Time to go home.”

“To knock her out!” Eb explains, “Have to put a stop to whatever this is, whatever those bastards did.”

“That could hurt her!” Artesia protests.

“Time to go home.”

You’re slipping.

“Tryphosa, take these. Can you hear me, girl?” Eb says, stepping closer to where you have her embraced.

“No, wait! Please!” Artesia pleads to Eb, “Felix, can you do this?”

You’re slipping fast. Her azure eyes are endless, deep and infinite; beautiful. You hold her close as you fight together. It hasn’t even been a minute, but it feels like an eternity.

>Deepen your bond. She isn’t weak, she’s fighting, and you’re fighting too - give it everything you have! There’s strength in her, you know it, but she can’t focus enough to reach it.
>”Artesia, please, help!” Work with your sister to try to help Tryphosa; all of this is so unfamiliar, you’re acting on instinct. You’ve practiced many times, but never for anything like this, you’re still both so inexperienced, far from understanding your own abilities - But you can try.
>Let Eb administer the pills, try to help Tryphosa hold on enough to comply. This is only getting worse, and if she’s unconscious it won’t be able to progress. Maybe it can be “reset” for a little while? You have no idea really, it’s all guess work.
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>>5516697
>Let Eb administer the pills, try to help Tryphosa hold on enough to comply. This is only getting worse, and if she’s unconscious it won’t be able to progress. Maybe it can be “reset” for a little while? You have no idea really, it’s all guess work.
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>>5516697
>Deepen your bond. She isn’t weak, she’s fighting, and you’re fighting too - give it everything you have! There’s strength in her, you know it, but she can’t focus enough to reach it.
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>>5516697
1)
>Deepen your bond. She isn’t weak, she’s fighting, and you’re fighting too - give it everything you have! There’s strength in her, you know it, but she can’t focus enough to reach it.
>”Artesia, please, help!” Work with your sister to try to help Tryphosa; all of this is so unfamiliar, you’re acting on instinct. You’ve practiced many times, but never for anything like this, you’re still both so inexperienced, far from understanding your own abilities - But you can try.
>Let Eb administer the pills, try to help Tryphosa hold on enough to comply. This is only getting worse, and if she’s unconscious it won’t be able to progress. Maybe it can be “reset” for a little while? You have no idea really, it’s all guess work.
All at once could do the trick. But I'll admit it sounds risky.

2)
>”Artesia, please, help!” Work with your sister to try to help Tryphosa; all of this is so unfamiliar, you’re acting on instinct. You’ve practiced many times, but never for anything like this, you’re still both so inexperienced, far from understanding your own abilities - But you can try.
Combined newtype strength might do it.

3)
>Deepen your bond. She isn’t weak, she’s fighting, and you’re fighting too - give it everything you have! There’s strength in her, you know it, but she can’t focus enough to reach it.
>”Artesia, please, help!” Work with your sister to try to help Tryphosa; all of this is so unfamiliar, you’re acting on instinct. You’ve practiced many times, but never for anything like this, you’re still both so inexperienced, far from understanding your own abilities - But you can try.
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>>5516697
>>5516703
I'll reformat my vote, details are important here.
1)
>Deepen your bond. She isn’t weak, she’s fighting, and you’re fighting too - give it everything you have! There’s strength in her, you know it, but she can’t focus enough to reach it.
>”Artesia, please, help!” Work with your sister to try to help Tryphosa; all of this is so unfamiliar, you’re acting on instinct. You’ve practiced many times, but never for anything like this, you’re still both so inexperienced, far from understanding your own abilities - But you can try.
And only if this combined doesn't work:
>Let Eb administer the pills, try to help Tryphosa hold on enough to comply. This is only getting worse, and if she’s unconscious it won’t be able to progress. Maybe it can be “reset” for a little while? You have no idea really, it’s all guess work.

2)
>Deepen your bond. She isn’t weak, she’s fighting, and you’re fighting too - give it everything you have! There’s strength in her, you know it, but she can’t focus enough to reach it.
>”Artesia, please, help!” Work with your sister to try to help Tryphosa; all of this is so unfamiliar, you’re acting on instinct. You’ve practiced many times, but never for anything like this, you’re still both so inexperienced, far from understanding your own abilities - But you can try.

3)
>”Artesia, please, help!” Work with your sister to try to help Tryphosa; all of this is so unfamiliar, you’re acting on instinct. You’ve practiced many times, but never for anything like this, you’re still both so inexperienced, far from understanding your own abilities - But you can try.

4)
>Deepen your bond. She isn’t weak, she’s fighting, and you’re fighting too - give it everything you have! There’s strength in her, you know it, but she can’t focus enough to reach it.

Deepening the bond might assist her (though Contolist did mention the usual bonding risks were there. But it might just be worth it), same with getting Artesia's help. Though I personally would feel better if use our powers as a family to helps out (even if it's just Artesia making sure we don't lose consciousness again), especially since Artesia's the one that knows most about newtypes here.
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>>5516731
>especially since Artesia's the one that knows most about newtypes here.
I mean other than Tryphosa herself.
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>>5516697
>Deepen your bond. She isn’t weak, she’s fighting, and you’re fighting too - give it everything you have! There’s strength in her, you know it, but she can’t focus enough to reach it.
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>>5516697
>>Deepen your bond. She isn’t weak, she’s fighting, and you’re fighting too - give it everything you have! There’s strength in her, you know it, but she can’t focus enough to reach it.
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>>5516697
>Deepen your bond. She isn’t weak, she’s fighting, and you’re fighting too - give it everything you have! There’s strength in her, you know it, but she can’t focus enough to reach it.
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>>5516697
>Deepen your bond. She isn’t weak, she’s fighting, and you’re fighting too - give it everything you have! There’s strength in her, you know it, but she can’t focus enough to reach it.

THIS IS TO GO EVEN BEYOND.
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>>5516697
>>Deepen your bond. She isn’t weak, she’s fighting, and you’re fighting too - give it everything you have! There’s strength in her, you know it, but she can’t focus enough to reach it.
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>>5516702
>>5516734
>>5517005
>>5517659
>>5517667
>>5517671
Writing.
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This isn’t something that should be avoided, you have to face it head on.

You’ve rarely been the first to begin a fight, but you’ve never been one to back away from one after it’s underway and you can help - Tryphosa is fighting with herself, but it’s a battle that her father has forced upon her. No one can feel it as keenly as you do now, the fracturing of her mind as willpower and implanted compulsion clash. Not even Artesia with all of her empathy can truly grasp it, try as she might. Only Tryphosa can help herself.

But at times you’re almost the same person.

Tryphosa trembles as you pull her closer, closing your eyes and letting everything else go - It’s a protective instinct. Simple. Honest. Comforting. Timeless.

…And there it is again, that peculiar feeling of connection beyond time. Hidden light ready to be revealed to those who understand, to any united in spirit, an aurora of souls and their unspoken hopes and dreams…

”We’ll always be together.”

It isn’t love. It could be. It would be easy - But this is something beyond even that. You catch flashes of it with her at times, a serenity that defies words, the borders of your minds fading completely into a single unseen light, a shimmering emerald river spreading out across the cosmos…

There will come a time when you’ll understand what you’ve felt, but for now it is enough to understand that you have both felt it together. The storm has passed for now. Slowly you pull away.

Two sets of eyes open.

Switch characters to Tryphosa?
>Yes.
>No.

This is short term, the quest is and will always be about Felix. I'll come out and say it now that there's a potential for this with Artesia and Casval as well at some point, and perhaps others. Artesia seems the most likely, at least currently.
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>>5517873
>>Yes.
Sure, why not.
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>>5517873
>>Yes.

Lesss gooooo
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>>5517873
>No.
Tempting, but potential irreversible weirdness and usual behavior of /qst/ tell me this could be bad decision.
For how many updates and decisions would we play as her for if we switch?
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>>5517873
>Yes.
How could I not?
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>>5517873
>No
Please no PoV chamge. Please.
Or atleast tell how long it will take so I know how many updates I have to skip.
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I'm really regreting my vote know, even though I wouldn't have done a difference.
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>>5517873
>No
I don't like character switching.
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>>5517873
>Yes.
Newtype shenanigans HOOOO
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>>5517886
Probably no more than 4-5, and then it'll be back to Felix for a very long time, likely well into the academy stuff assuming people don't vote to monkey wrench that plan somehow. In a week or so I should be back to putting out like 3-4 posts a day, really depends on how my schedule and voting goes day to day.

>>5517901
See now this has me curious; do you just now want to see inside another character's head for spoilery reasons or does it just not interest you much? I can guess at other reasons like control/pacing but I'm genuinely curious.
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>>5517873
>Yes.
Why not
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>>5517918
just not*
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>>5517918
>4-5
Will we be missing something important if we don't play as Felix? Will there be time skips as Tryphosa, or will we change back before the end of the day?

>likely well into the academy stuff
Does this mean we won't be there for the opening ceremony, or are we going to switch before then?
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>>5517918
I feel like it hurts a quest pacing and mood, either by taking too long or being too frequent, specially if it happens to multiple characters. Either characters lose their personalities because they are now secondary protagonists that can be changed by anons at whim, or utterly incapable of any progress because anons will overcorrect and stricly stick to one facet. Also it removes the weight of interactions between characters, because events that were seen in the change will either be skipped, or have no weight when revelead between characters. Also in cases when there isn't an immediate reunion, it ends up with meta knowledge.
The only time I felt it worked out was when the MC was incapacited or in a flashback, and it were action sequence were there were no personality defining choices. And even then, I still felt that if there was just a recap things would be the same with less time wasted, and without a jarring transition.
I know some of the problems I mentioned don't matter much because of the whole newtype information sharing and the fact that this is a quest on a existing universe, so there is already some metagaming, but I still really dislike PoV switches because of too many bad experiences and I never seen anons refuse it, so i just given up even trying
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>>5517873
>Yes.
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>>5517928
It'll probably just be a few hours or so in character. You'll be missing some interaction (as Felix) with Artesia, Kycilia, Dr. Flanagan, Dr. Jedar, and Tryphosa's sister, but Tryphosa is likely to be in the same room at the same time for all of that. If things end up coming to a critical decision at any point I'll probably just offer a vote for both characters and then immediately revert to Felix. The perspective switch is mostly just to help show the depths of their bond in a different way.

When I said "well into the academy stuff" I meant that we're probably looking at tons and tons of normal Felix posts before a character switch would be an option again.


>>5517934
I appreciate the honest feedback anon, that's more or less what I suspected but its still helpful to see it written out clearly.
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>>5517934
In Contolist's defense I think he'll be able to pull it off.
Last thread in the assault of the villa I was a bit skeptical about how the battle would go without rolls, but Contolist managed to make it work very well. So I'm not too scared about how characters will act if we change perspectives.
Besides, newtype emotion sharing will be there like you said, so we'll see everything that goes through the other's head either way.

The only real fears I have is how anons will vote to do things and if we might do something irreversible to the whole plan Felix and his family have. Though even then I'm sure things won't be too bad, since voting here usually has some discussion and staying in character tends to be important but I'll be the first to admit that I'd be tempted in voting to do something cool but dumb while playing as Tryphosa. I probably wouldn't, but the temptation would be there.
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>>5517947
>spoiler
So we will be interacting with Tryphosa's sister no matter what?
Will there be any way to save Artesia?

But thanks for clarifying anyway, it's good to know that this isn't going to make us miss out too much story wise.
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>>5517961
Speaking of Amuro, depending on how we play thi s out (we're not even at the beginning of the OYW yet), do you fellas think Felix would get along with Amuro?
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>>5517961
I'm guessing we'll have to choose then. I don't really remember much of that part of the show, but that's what you're implying, right?
A choice between our family and the waifu.

>>5517967
Probably not, considering the sort of grudge he and Casval will have. Also he'll likely kill Ramba and Hamon, and possibly Blanche. as well as other pilots we become friends with.
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>>5517873
>>No.
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If this really is a choice I have a strong feeling that most anons are going to vote for the waifu option even if it makes our sis suffer and by extension make our family suffer too.

But still Tryphosa having to keep going through this sucks. Though if we're really going to play as her, then doing the selfless thing to make sure Felix's family (probably the most important thing to him) is safe might be the way to go...

A part of me has hope we can save both her and sis, especially if Tryphosa speaks about what Jedar is planning to do with Artesia, and we think about how we'll act. Is it very improbable and optimistic? It might be.
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>>5517873
>No

I really dislike PoV swapping in general. Sure little snippets or tidbits are one thing but full on swaps can ruin the character if we get ahold of them or a multitude of other things
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>>5518112
Felix has big enough of a newtype bond with tryphosa that siding with her over Sayla is in character. Why would Tryphosa want to help Sayla?
He might even go as far as getting his mom back to the tower if it means being with tryphosa more, and Tryphosa herself might not be against that
Before you say anything, what's so bad about going with the Jovians and Tryphosa? Casval can handle himself and Sayla is fucking useless anyway. I know you might say she'll be a brainwashed enemy that'll blame us for shit she agreed to but we can just kill her off at that point since she'll be too fucked in the head or just do newtype shit to mindrape her back
Think about it anons we can have adventures with our ayy lmao gf and the space wizards
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>>5518126
You lack one critical thought on the matter.

Fuck the federation. Sieg Zeon
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>>5518126
I refuse to believe this isn't bait.
Have a free (You)
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>>5518172
Actually, there's a big chance it's sarcasm instead of obvious bait.
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>>5518126
I don't even know where to begin here or if this is serious.

Felix wouldn't just leave his family or have any of them as sacrifices for political safety, he cares too much about them and basically everything he's done was for their benefit.
Tryphosa doesn't seem heartless enough to 'not be against' Felix doing those sorts of things for her sake (especially not with mom, I mean come on).

>what's so bad about going with the Jovians and Tryphosa?
You mean going with Jedar? Tryphosa is a lab rat there, and the Jupiter Fleet can't be trusted. They will try to turn Tryphosa and Felix into their puppets (probably in a very literal sense).
We'd be abandoning our family and we won't be able to influence the OYW in any way we want to.

>Casval can handle himself
He will be angry. Any attempt to make him merciful towards the Zabis and maybe even Zeon in general won't go through to him, and his revenge might even go further than it did in canon.
I said this before last thread, but though Artesia isn't as important as Casval, she's important to him.

>Sayla is fucking useless anyway
She was literally the reason why we were able to sneak out. She's good with reading people, is a living lie detector, and is even getting Garma under her influence. She knows more about newtypes than Casval and Felix.
But besides that she's our sister and Felix cares about her, just letting family get the brunt of it is literal Zabi tier logic.

>just do newtype shit to mindrape her back
This is probably not going to work. Kycilia will keep Artesia away long enough to distance her from us, and this will give her enough cyber-newtype conditioning this might turn into a Rosamia-Kamille situation.
I guess this goes with trying to kill her.

But you might possibly be right in one thing, and it's that Artesia might offer to 'sacrifice' herself (I think that's what you're implying anyway).
And the more I think about it the worse of an idea it seems to be in letting her if she offers.

Going on that date with Elena (which will likely still happen if we concede on Artesia) isn't worth it.

>>5518176
I wish I could say that with certainty, but there was at least one anon last thread that seemed to want to go with Tryphosa and leave everyone behind.
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I didn't think this topic would be so polarizing
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>>5517879
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>>5517944
Yes.

>>5517886
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>>5518121
No.

Writing.
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Your eyes open once again to a beautiful dream, a world shared by all souls. Tears cease and darkness recedes, retreating to the depths to hide and fester - what an abominable impulse, wound so very close about you, a chain wrought by the same machines that awakened you to this lovely dream. Father will not make a nightmare of this, try as he might - The dream is not perception, it is beyond time and the minds that make it. If only he had not been so hurt...

Strong arms hold you close and tight, a soothing certainty in their firmness, the press of his chest close. Slow breaths. So focused. Blue eyes meet your own, as bright as the earth in the dark of space. He smells like rain, a faint aroma of the storm still lingering upon him. Felix.

In a few moments a pill bottle closes shut, unneeded.

“I am fine. There is no need for the pills.” You convey almost sleepily, the words drifting from thought to sound, messengers of the future they will write.

“Tryphosa, are you alright-” Eb begins to ask, his voice steady in an attempt to comfort you - Visions of the past are all the former butcher admiral sees, a lost daughter, a paroxysm of anguish overtaking the mind. His gentleness was learned from error, wisdom from bloodshed. He doesn’t deserve to be at risk like this, no matter what he once did. What a selfish thing to have endangered him, even if he is willing.

“You’re back! I was so afraid we were going to lose you!” Artesia calls out in relief; Felix lets go of you for a moment, faint dimples showing as he smiles and allows his sister to hug you. They’re nearly of a mind, those two. Artesia is so like your sisters, even her hair is right - but she isn’t them.

“I am.” You assure her, but uncertainty hounds you - For how long? This is your fault. Your arrogant mistake. Your heartbeat quickens.

“I think we could use that tea, sir.” Felix says to Eb, and the old man nods and vanishes back into his bedroom momentarily before returning with the heated drinks he left there.

What a treat, and in open cups no less! A benefit of this peculiar constant gravity. A colony will never be your true home, even with these splendid luxuries, but you will savor every moment.
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>>5519056

The lab awaits, a dark cave ahead of you; your path must lead there soon. Father will be there, to secure his precious resources and open your sister to a chance to bond. That is his game it seems, and it would be the other’s as well if they knew what he did. Their ambitions are ancient, even Dr. Flanagan’s. Primitive motivations, a thing of earth’s gravity and archaic strife - They want to make weapons. They want control. They’re impatient. Greedy. You’re greedy too, and terribly selfish. If you weren’t so selfish you wouldn’t be here, wouldn’t have used your powers as you did - the more guardians they assign the easier it is to escape.

Felix and Artesia guide you back to your chair, a worn old thing that Milly used to love. You can almost feel her here sometimes, so clear is the imprint she left behind, the residue of a life you never crossed paths with.

You converse with them. Clearly they mean to calm you - A thoughtful gift. It’s “small talk.” Almost no one speaks like this in the fleet, but you wish they would. It isn’t so alien to talk about nothing sometimes, but it will never be your way either.

“...Will you...?” Felix begins to broach a new subject, one of importance - Return.

“Yes…”

>”...In a few hours. I will remain alert for my sister’s arrival.” Pure self-indulgence, but it is your heart’s deepest desire. More time to spend with Felix. You’re never apart, the bond will always connect you, and yet he stirs unfamiliar feelings when he is near. It is... pleasant. You hunger for whatever it is.
>”...As soon as we finish our tea. There will be opportunity to commune on our trek back, there are things I must warn you of.” Felix worries for his family, and what the copper haired witch will do if he delays. You must protect him, even if you deny exploring these unfamiliar feelings - He is your bond and friend before anything else.
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>>5519059
>”...As soon as we finish our tea. There will be opportunity to commune on our trek back, there are things I must warn you of.” Felix worries for his family, and what the copper haired witch will do if he delays. You must protect him, even if you deny exploring these unfamiliar feelings - He is your bond and friend before anything else.
Caring is better than selfishness, and it is good to tell them about what to expect.
Also I don't want to risk Tryphosa's sister being able to tell where we are.
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>>5519059
Are write-ins allowed?
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>>5519059
>”...In a few hours. I will remain alert for my sister’s arrival.” Pure self-indulgence, but it is your heart’s deepest desire. More time to spend with Felix. You’re never apart, the bond will always connect you, and yet he stirs unfamiliar feelings when he is near. It is... pleasant. You hunger for whatever it is.
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>>5519059
>”...As soon as we finish our tea. There will be opportunity to commune on our trek back, there are things I must warn you of.” Felix worries for his family, and what the copper haired witch will do if he delays. You must protect him, even if you deny exploring these unfamiliar feelings - He is your bond and friend before anything else.
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>>5519059
>”...In a few hours. I will remain alert for my sister’s arrival.” Pure self-indulgence, but it is your heart’s deepest desire. More time to spend with Felix. You’re never apart, the bond will always connect you, and yet he stirs unfamiliar feelings when he is near. It is... pleasant. You hunger for whatever it is.
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>>5519059
>>”...As soon as we finish our tea. There will be opportunity to commune on our trek back, there are things I must warn you of.” Felix worries for his family, and what the copper haired witch will do if he delays. You must protect him, even if you deny exploring these unfamiliar feelings - He is your bond and friend before anything else.
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>>5519065
No. She is who she is.
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>>5519079
Thank you Contolist, both for the answer and the decision.
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>>5519059
>>”...As soon as we finish our tea. There will be opportunity to commune on our trek back, there are things I must warn you of.” Felix worries for his family, and what the copper haired witch will do if he delays. You must protect him, even if you deny exploring these unfamiliar feelings - He is your bond and friend before anything else.
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>>5519059
>”...In a few hours. I will remain alert for my sister’s arrival.” Pure self-indulgence, but it is your heart’s deepest desire. More time to spend with Felix. You’re never apart, the bond will always connect you, and yet he stirs unfamiliar feelings when he is near. It is... pleasant. You hunger for whatever it is.
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>>5519079
Good to hear. Same goes for any others?
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>>5519059
>"...As soon as we finish our tea. There will be opportunity to commune on our trek back, there are things I must warn you of.” Felix worries for his family, and what the copper haired witch will do if he delays. You must protect him, even if you deny exploring these unfamiliar feelings - He is your bond and friend before anything else.
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>>5519059
>>”...As soon as we finish our tea. There will be opportunity to commune on our trek back, there are things I must warn you of.” Felix worries for his family, and what the copper haired witch will do if he delays. You must protect him, even if you deny exploring these unfamiliar feelings - He is your bond and friend before anything else.
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>>5519059
>”...As soon as we finish our tea. There will be opportunity to commune on our trek back, there are things I must warn you of.” Felix worries for his family, and what the copper haired witch will do if he delays. You must protect him, even if you deny exploring these unfamiliar feelings - He is your bond and friend before anything else.
>>5519079
That's good to hear, I'm glad that I decided this a chance
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>>5519059
>”...As soon as we finish our tea. There will be opportunity to commune on our trek back, there are things I must warn you of.” Felix worries for his family, and what the copper haired witch will do if he delays. You must protect him, even if you deny exploring these unfamiliar feelings - He is your bond and friend before anything else.
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>>5519070
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>>5519511
As soon as you're finished.

>>5519069
>>5519072
>>5519170
Indulge.

Writing. Might finish in the morning.

As a heads up there likely won't be any posts from Saturday through Monday. This thread will probably get wrapped up sometime next week once it has been back to Felix for a few posts. We're already on page seven so it should be close to time for a new thread.
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>>5520394
Thanks for telling us. Hope everything is alright on your end.
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“...As soon as we finish our tea.” You say aloud, holding your cup just above your lap and looking down into its depths, “There will be opportunity to commune on our trek back, there are things I must warn you of.”

“Warn us of what? Your family?” Artesia questions, a hint of fear flashing through the air between you, an unseen arc of energy crackling across the gap before a freezing cold snaps a hold of it.

“My sister and father,” You confirm, still focused upon the surface of your tea, the heat radiating off of it, a warmth you wish to linger and enjoy. It’s unwise to linger on such urges, and you look up to meet the eyes of your bond and his sister - your friends - and see them as they are.

You finally take a sip before continuing, “Unpleasant words better left for the storm, there will be more than ample time for it.”

“It’s going to be a pain to talk out there, it was raining really hard-” Artesia starts to say, a protest born solely of anxiety.

“Let’s just enjoy a few more minutes here, Artesia.” Felix cuts her off gently, forcing a faint smile. If only there was more time to see genuine ones…

“Mm. Well, things will be as they are.” Eb says from where he stands nearby, “You’re welcome to stay if you’d like.”

“No, sir. I appreciate the offer, but that won’t be necessary.” Felix responds, “We’ll manage.”

“You’re going to do something about this, aren’t you, son?” Eb asks Felix, a silence holding for a few moments before Eb simply nods, reading Felix’s intentions nearly as easily as you do, “Mm, don’t answer that. I’ll see if I can find some raincoats, normally it doesn’t come down this bad…”

You sigh quietly, focusing on your drink, trying to enjoy the short respite. If it was with anyone but Felix and Artesia you’d be miserable - there’s no use suffering over things that cannot be changed, you understand that to be true, and yet you still so often do. But not right now, not with them. Not with Felix. It would have been nice to have longer though…

A few minutes later.

Water from the sky.

It is hardly a new concept, you’ve seen rain before - earlier today, last week, last month, even on a few other colonies - and yet the novelty remains. Splish splash, splish splash - puddles on the path, muddy and rippling with drops, and now with your footsteps.

Artesia laughs, but you barely hear her over the low roar of rain, focusing instead upon the strangeness of the water soaked hike. Deep shadows surround you, reflected light peeking through dark clouds and high tree branches. A cold wind sends a shudder through you, instinctive fear. Wind means a leak or breach, or… it would on the fleet, but these colony cylinders are so vast compared to a ship’s interior, even the Jupitris. You move closer to Felix, and he puts his arm around you, pulling you closer still - Gravity vanishes, any closer and you’ll float.
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You pull tighter to test the theory, but remain firmly on the ground. You smile anyways, but a flash of anxiety from Felix turns it quickly into a frown. Enough stalling. They need to be ready. You need to be ready. Can you… can you even prepare for this? What if you react like the others to commands… it never happened before but…

“My father and sister have arrived.” You say with a gasp, the presence of your sister suddenly about you, passing by for a fraction of a second.

“...They have?” Felix asks, looking about, eyes searching for something in the dark forest - It’s silly that he does that, but it’s cute.

“I felt something as well.” Artesia says. Reassuring. In some ways she’s further along the path than Felix, in other ways not so much - who is to say which is where though? It defies understanding… the research is important, people must understand, but not as it goes currently.

“It is Quina.” You say, an image of a face so very similar to your own flashing through your mind, “Did you feel anything besides her presence, Artesia?”

“No, it was there and then gone.”

“Then a bond is unlikely.” You say with relief - that was all that remained to worry you over Artesia, “Remain on guard around her, she will listen to my fathers commands… I… I may as well, I cannot say.”

“You’ll hold on.” Felix says confidently - It’s not a show for your sake, he truly believes it. That makes it feel a little more true, but even now you can feel the compulsion… the lights, the words, the lights, the- No.

“Tryphosa, are you okay?” Felix asks, kneeling beside you.

How’d Felix get above you? A look of relief washes over him even before you give a disoriented little nod.

“You started… you started doing it again.” He says, helping you back up and off of the muddy forest floor.

“S-sorry.” You stutter out, “I’ll hold on. I was… what was I talking about?”

“...Your father’s commands.” Felix says, and something in his blue eyes kills the words forming in your throat. There’s no need to explain.

“It wasn’t like this before, was it?” Artesia asks from nearby, busy messing with a device of some kind. A radio? Yes, a small radio.

“Not once. I’ve always looked out for my sisters, they aren’t as… steady. That’s what I’ve always done, I was the strongest so I took care of them when it was too much, shared experiences they couldn’t, but that’s all father asked…” Oh. Your eyes widen in horror, something far colder than the storm sending a chill down your spine. But… you wanted to take care of them, they’re your sisters… it wasn’t an order. No. No.

>”Do… do you need to know more? I can manage.” This will strain you severely. (Write-in any questions Felix might have)
>Try to stay focused on what you can control and gather your strength on the rainy hike back to the laboratory.
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>>5521252
>”Do… do you need to know more? I can manage.” This will strain you severely. (Write-in any questions Felix might have)
>"Did your father do the conditioning alone, or did he have help?"
>"Is this something only you and your sisters experienced, or is it more widespread?"
>"Can you talk about Quina? I know you love your sisters, and I care for my family too."
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>>5521267
actually, I'll change my vote too
>Try to stay focused on what you can control and gather your strength on the rainy hike back to the laboratory.
Better keep Tryphosia strong so she can resist better.
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>>5521252
>Try to stay focused on what you can control and gather your strength on the rainy hike back to the laboratory.
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>>5521252
>Try to stay focused on what you can control and gather your strength on the rainy hike back to the laboratory.
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>>5521252
>”Do… do you need to know more? I can manage.” This will strain you severely. (Write-in any questions Felix might have)
>"...will what's happening between us, those awful memories, that shared conditioning, be worse and more pronounced to Artesia if there's a bond between her and Quina?"
>"And don't worry, I know there's a strength inside you strong enough to resist."
Last suggestion seems like something he'd say, but I'll leave it up to Contolist if he'll say it or not if this vote happens to win.
These shouldn't be enough to cause any major damage to Tryphosa, since just a nod from her is a good enough answer, but it should at least prepare us more for what's to come and fully convince Artesia that if this comes to pass it won't do any good for anyone.
Besides I feel like leaving her to her own thoughts can be very bad for her. Though she could just make a breakthrough in fighting the conditioning, it would make some sense after everything that's happened and the trust Felix has in her. That might just be me being optimistic, but it's possible.
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>“No, it was there and then gone.”
This might be stronger than what Felix had before bonding with Tryphosa, it's actually pretty worrying.
But it might just be Artesia being better at sensing people than Felix (why wouldn't she be able to sense Tryphosa then?)

>“It wasn’t like this before, was it?”
I have a feeling that Artesia might try to outmanuever Jedar by bonding (or at least try to convince herself it isn't that bad and bear with it to visit Teabolo). She might be optimistic enough to believe she can, especially with newtype power and mental speaking.
Eventually we'll be able to outplay others, but she needs to understand that doing a bond now (and with someone as unstable as Quina) will only be bad for us all, Tryphosa and Quina included.

Now we just have to make sure Quina and Artesia don't bond, same with Casval not bonding with a sister as well. I have a feeling that if Artesia gets a bond, Casval will try to get one too, just so that he can protect us both from the Jovians/Zabis by making sure he'll be included in whatever happens to us.
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>>5521252
>>5521468
Changing vote to:
>Try to stay focused on what you can control and gather your strength on the rainy hike back to the laboratory.
I'm chancing that Tryphosa will be able to get stronger and resist, especially with her current frame of mind, but this could give Felix a chance to speak with his sister about what's happening and how to avoid the bonding (and convince her not to do it if for some reason she wants to).

Also thinking about it that question would've made her exhausted (and possibly caused her to black out again).

>>5521504
Maybe I'm having too little trust in Artesia, she should be smart enough to know that this type of bond won't be to anyone's benefit (except Jedar and probably Kycilia).
My only worry left is that she'll do this just to make sure she can visit Teabolo (but hopefully she'll realize that a lifetime of mental anguish and the pain of her family seeing her suffer this way isn't worth it).

Part of me is hoping that that pull she felt with Amuro all those years ago will be enough to counter this (that and the fact Felix told her about him), that mental barrier she used when helping us in the cabin, and Tryphosa's help will be enough to stop the bond from forming.
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>>5521252
>”Do… do you need to know more? I can manage.” This will strain you severely. (Write-in any questions Felix might have)
>"Can you tell us more about Quina?"
If it's just one question it should be okay.
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>>5521275
>>5521461
>>5521543
Writing.
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Got a fair amount written, should have the rest done tomorrow morning. Still getting readjusted to being back at law school.
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You try to stay focused on what you can control, a perilous balancing act as the imminent meeting with your father and sister grows closer both in mind and space. The low roar of the rain helps to drown away your doubts, an odd peacefulness to the downpour despite the havoc it is surely wreaking across the artificial landscape. What a peculiar defect for the colony to be suffering, this torrential man made flood - Where is it even coming from? Is that much really held in reserve, or is the system cycling? Colonies are such odd structures, so very extravagant in comparison to a more humble ship… You ponder the strange idea as you trudge along back through the rain, Artesia and Felix speaking into their radios as you head back toward the laboratory.

Half an hour later

The laboratory’s glass doors hiss shut behind you, men in suits and Dr. Flanagan’s assistants hurrying you through the door. Felix holds your hand as you’re nearly pushed into the building, shivering and so terribly cold from the hike - Being back is just fine if it gets you out of that awful rain, and its hard to think about anything beyond how much you want warm and dry clothes, and something hot to eat… it would have been so nice to stay at the cabin a while longer, but now you have only these stark white walls and cold metal floors… and Felix. You squeeze his hand a little more tightly.

“This way at once, Tryphosa.” Dr. Flanagan orders from somewhere among the crowd of figures moving all about you - Soon enough he manages to push through, anger and disappointment crackling in the air about him, radiating out in an awful aura that sends a spiteful little thrill through you.

“Finally.” A copper haired woman complains from nearby, “You found her in the woods?”

“We did what we came here to do. You’ll cooperate with the tests, Tryphosa, won’t you?” Felix says quite dutifully, though you know better than to believe he holds anything but hatred for this woman… and other more confused feelings, which quickly catch your attention. Why does she… excite him?

Your eyes flick to Felix and then back toward the woman, and then narrow to hateful slits. Kycilia. She did something horrible to Felix, you can feel his mind shrink away from her, conscious avoidance. You want to hurt her.

“...I will.” You half lie. The research should continue, it’s important work, but the researchers are badly misguided.

“So easily?” Kycilia questions, her dark eyes focused entirely upon you, disdain and predatory interest mingling together - You meet her gaze unflinchingly, hate meeting hate. Neither of you blink.

“I’ll do as I’ve been asked.” You affirm, though the words seem to do little to satisfy her, “When will my father and sister be arriving?”
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>>5527301

“Soon, though the rain has slowed them.” Dr. Flanagan informs you, motioning grumpily for you to follow, “Come, Tryphosa, there is much to be readied. Your father will wish to see the tests in action, no doubt. I need you ready. I needed you ready hours ago. This will be the last of your foolish misadventures, girl - You can’t just run off like that, you had us all worried sick.”

“...Yes, Dr. Flanagan.” You agree, playing your part for now, trying to keep yourself from focusing too much on the imminent arrival of your family. Focus upon what can be controlled…

“Go with her, make sure she remains compliant.” Kycilia orders Felix, and he gives a quick nod of acknowledgement, still holding your hand as you begin to follow Dr. Flanagan and some of his assistants deeper into the facility. Into the depths.

A few minutes later.

A wreath of sensors clings about your head, pushing your green hair down uncomfortably as you recline in the testing chair, arms and feet unsecured. The restraints aren’t necessary for you, the discomfort of these machines is nothing compared to the old treatments. This is little more than detection, a subtle prodding of your mind - nothing at all like the butcher’s cleaver of your father’s machines, the whirring lights and searing flashes of pain… Of course you thought little of it at the time, but could you be wrong once more? The thought is enough to send your heart pounding. Father and Quina will be here soon. Very, very soo-

A jolt of pain, stinging and electric shoots through your mind.

Tryphosa? I’ve missed you!

Quina! …Are you near?

Why is there another with you? Who is this one?

He is my bond.

Lucky!

I will share what I have felt of him.

...He is the… pilot? The one from the trip?

He is mine, I am his.

So romantic! Father will be pleased!

...Perhaps more than you realize.

Why are you afraid of him? Father does not mean to harm you.

...Doesn’t he?

No! He loves us.

He values us.

Yes!

That is not the same.

...We just need to try harder. If I had a bond too then he-

You sigh, drifting away from Quina’s presence. It’s too much, nearly overwhelming, a second more of that and you might lose yourself. That was close enough as it is - You’ve missed her, and seeing her again in person will be no easier.
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>>5527305

Awareness of the testing chamber rushes back to you, the low electric hum of the test equipment droning in the air, keys clicking and clacking as some of Dr. Flanagan’s assistants take notes on the terminals nearby along the walls. The copper haired woman from before, Kycilia, watches from one of the observation windows high above. Felix and Artesia stand by her side, nearly in her shadow. They aren’t speaking to one another, Kycilia is but a silent observer, a hunter surveying her catch. You. She isn’t half as clever as she thinks she is, and there’s something about her that infuriates you.

Father will be here soon, but for now the tests will carry on.

>Focus entirely upon the tests until Quina and your father arrive, conserve your strength yet more. You must remain strong and steady for what is to come.
>Reach out to the edges of Kycilia’s twisted mind, see what there is to see - She’s no newtype, but perhaps something can still be gleaned… This will be taxing. You so desperately want to spite this foul woman.
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>>5527312
>Focus entirely upon the tests until Quina and your father arrive, conserve your strength yet more. You must remain strong and steady for what is to come.
As fun as spiting Kycilia sounds, I'm not interested in getting Tryphosa hurt over it. She can always help Felix fuck over the Zabis later.
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>>5527312
>Focus entirely upon the tests until Quina and your father arrive, conserve your strength yet more. You must remain strong and steady for what is to come.
I hate Kycilia as much as the next guy but let's not chance it.
Besides there will probably be more opportunities in the future for Tryphosa to take revenge against her.
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>>5527312
>Focus entirely upon the tests until Quina and your father arrive, conserve your strength yet more. You must remain strong and steady for what is to come.
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>>5527312
>Focus entirely upon the tests until Quina and your father arrive, conserve your strength yet more. You must remain strong and steady for what is to come.
Better to use all the strength to fight back against the conditioning and Quina's presence.
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Seems like I was wrong about Artesia having an affinity to detect Quina, it's more likely that Quina is able to make herself known to more newtype-emphatic people.
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>>5527321
Not to say that Artesia isn't still in danger, she very much is, but if Tryphosa conserves enough strength enough she might be able to protect her from it (and maybe even plant the seeds of breaking from the conditioning in Quina).
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>>5527312
>>Focus entirely upon the tests until Quina and your father arrive, conserve your strength yet more. You must remain strong and steady for what is to come.
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>>5527312
>>Focus entirely upon the tests until Quina and your father arrive, conserve your strength yet more. You must remain strong and steady for what is to come.
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>>5527755
Writing.
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The thought of peering into Kycilia’s twisted mind slithers up from your subconscious, a dark desire to seek out her weaknesses, to see her as prey just as she sees you - but as tempting as the idea is you resist acting upon it. The urge still lingers within you like a smoldering fire, refusing to completely die out. She hurts your friends.

As you go through the motions of the next few tests, focusing the front of your mind upon the tasks assigned to you, thinking of certain pictures or numbers in prediction games and the like, you slowly find yourself more at peace. More focused. There’s an almost meditative quality to the tedium of it, even if a few of the tests edge into unpleasantness with their electric shocks and pinpricks. It’s good that you didn’t act against Kycilia. That isn’t the way, but it felt so very right for a few moments - there was no doubt at all in your mind that it would be justified, righteous even, but it would have been far too shortsighted. Gathering your strength for the meeting to come is far more important now. There are things which must be concealed, lies which must be told, orders which must be resisted.

You close your eyes, imagining the great twinkling void of space so close very beyond the outer hull of the colony, and allow yourself to relax and then focus consciously upon your breathing and the movement of individual muscles, testing each finger in turn and so on. The actions are subtle, missed by the scientists as you continue to comply with their other orders, but slowly you bring about a more conscious control of your entire body - If fortune is kind then that might be enough to help resist… if it does anything at all.
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>>5528692

Thirty minutes later.

A shiver runs through you as your bare feet touch against the cold metal floor of the testing chamber, but it’s almost a comforting sensation - Your birth ship was often cold, and the little metallic chill reminds you of a much simpler time. For a moment you stop and appreciate the feeling, taking note of the odd waves which accompany it through your body, trying to devote it to memory - A hand reaches over and grabs your shoulder, pushing you along away from the testing chair. It’s Dr. Flanagan.

“Tryphosa, Dr. Jedar and your sister are here.”

“I know.” You reply sleepily, stretching a little and focusing upon the very simple, physical feeling of relaxation and comfort, something so basic it often goes unappreciated. With a relaxing sigh you drift over toward your flats and slip them on, and almost laugh at how off of a picture you must be, stopping brieflying to confirm your suspicion in one of the reflective stainless steel panels of the nearby machine. Yes, you look positively like a colonist, or perhaps an earthnoid - the clothes borrowed from Eb’s cabin are almost alien, nothing at all like normal suits so common to the fleet or the flowing and ornate clothes father often made you wear at special occasions…

You smile, a little more your own person for it, and follow a somewhat frustrated Dr. Flanagan - He must have been ordering you as you were looking at yourself, he often does that. If it was anything important you surely would have heard it, no?

“My apologies, doctor. I didn't mean to upset you, my mind is elsewhere.”

“...Your sister?” Lom asks quietly, some of the tension leaving his worn frame as he guides you toward one of the nearby doors. He’s very anxious about this meeting. That makes two then, but you’re feeling much better now.

You giggle at his question, “No, not as such. I was within my own thoughts.”
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>>5528696

A couple of minutes later.

You stand within a small meeting room that serves a dual purpose as a more comfortable observation chamber. A long table runs down the center, chairs flanking it on either side, and a few computer terminals dot the walls. Large glass panels along the long walls of the room look down into stark white and metal testing chambers, both of which have been filled with the other test subjects. It’s just a show, those rooms are hardly ever used - there aren’t enough subjects for them to be needed regularly, but they do have the advantage of being visible from a comfortable chair…

Dr. Flanagan really does not understand your father if he thought this was a good place to meet, and if Kycilia allowed this then she must be equally clueless. That’s good.

Felix and Artesia are by your side, their simple presence easing your mind. Again you take in a very conscious awareness of it, really working over the feeling of what it is like to be near them in your mind, focusing entirely upon your personal connection and experience - A large part of what makes you you.

The largest door to the room hisses open, a pair of very familiar white uniformed guardians stepping through just ahead of your father. As the military types pass through and survey the room, exchanging small nods with Kycilia’s own security forces, your father steps in and past them.

He’s a very tall man, almost gangly, but a wide purple robe that he wears grants him a much more imposing presence - you know the truth of his nearly skeletal nature, but to any other observer he would appear as nearly a giant. The pale skin of his face is wrinkled and showing the faint scars of old radiation damage treatments, bushy white eyebrows angled in almost permanent disapproval, yellow eyes narrow as they search across the room and settle upon you. A thin white toothed smile forming beneath his aquiline nose. You meet his gaze, forcing yourself to do so, the act a conscious effort - It hurts. You love him. It would be so much easier to just comply.

He raised you, told you stories, prepared meals, showed you how to space walk and sense others and so many things - Things which fooled you for many years into thinking he cared about you as a daughter… he never has, and yet these feelings remain.
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>>5528700

Quina peers out from behind your father’s tall purple robes, a messy mop of blond hair and a pair of bright blue eyes toward you, her identical face lit up in pure joy - She’s somewhat frailer than you, but it lifts your heart to see her doing so well, able to stand even in the colony’s near earth gravity.

You return her smile, and look toward Felix for a moment to see him doing much the same, even giving a small wave of acknowledgement which your sister returns. She’s adorable, you could share anything with her normally, but… for now she is a risk, and a terrible one. She is still deluded, and as sweet and innocent as she may seem now you’ve seen how the conditioning can render her… it’s nearly enough to make your shudder, but you restrain the impulse and instead focus upon spreading your awareness out across the room, ready for any mental conflict which might arise.

“Dr. Jedar, welcome to my laboratory. I hope your journey here was not too unpleasant, the weather malfunction has been rather disruptive.” Lom says congenially.

“The rain was no obstacle; I rather enjoyed it.” Your father answers in his deep voice, an edge to the words that you recognize immediately as his ‘teaching’ voice, “It is good to have a reminder of the weakness of colonies, how fragile they truly are.”

“Well… It does bring people together. Please, sit.” Lom agrees after a moment, motioning to the chairs around the long table. Your father shakes his head, remaining standing, as do the other Jovians.

The awkward disagreement is one sided, your father entirely unphazed as he stands at the head of the table, “Indeed it does. The laboratory is quite recently constructed, is it not?”

“Yes, very recently.” Lom explains, motioning to the windows nearby, “There are still a few unfinished sections, but we’ve had large sections operational for several months now thanks to the generous funding of the Zabi family.”

“It would be a waste to see such talent go unrealized.” Kycilia says pleasantly from her seat, languid and comfortable, rather the opposite of your father.

“Indeed. There is nothing worse.” Your father comments idly, moving toward one of the windows Lom motioned to, “Those children down there, they are newtypes?”

“They are, our efforts to find and bring new subjects into the program has faced some struggles but I believe it-” Lom begins to explain before being cut off.
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>>5528703

“Pitiful.” The words are filled with disdain. Your father’s words often are.

“Excuse me?” Lom asks, shock written across his face.

“This is pitiful, those subjects down there have little potential.” Your father explains dispassionately, “Your pleas for assistance make far more sense now, and I see that I was right to allow Tryphosa to remain here.”

“Pleas for assista-?” It takes Lom a moment to gather his composure once again, “Uh, yes, she has been instrumental in refining our testing equipment and even in identifying a few of the other subjects at screenings.”

“Is that true, Tryphosa?” You father asks, shifting slightly to look at you from the corner of his eye.

“I’ve done my part, father.” You answer, focusing upon the feeling of Felix’s hand gripped in yours rather than the words said to your father. It… seems to be working.

“She has, she even has a bond. Look, father!” Quina says, pointing toward Felix, her eyes positively aglow with excitement.

“Quiet.” Jedar scolds her in a tone which sounds all too familiar, “I see what is before me. You, young man, what is your name?”

“Maxime Mass.” Felix lies… Quina’s brow furrows slightly, as does your father’s.

“He and his sister Sayla are assistants of mine.” Kycilia explains, “Recent aids to my family, just acquired a few months ago.”

“You are in the business of collecting newtypes now, Zabi?” You father inquires curiously, turning toward the copper haired woman and walking toward her.

“Collecting? Hardly anything so simple or barbaric - This research interests me, and they’ve proven very useful today.” Kycilia explains, arms crossed as she tracks the tall form of your father.

Your father stops, looking down at her, “I see. You are a spy master, are you not?”

“...I helm the Kycilia agency, yes.” She answers, unfazed by his presence, but still forced to crane her neck a little to meet his eyes.

“Yes, such a humbly named organization.” Your father chuckles sinisterly, “Is that why you conceal their identities?”

“Is this a matter you wish to push at this time, Jedar?” Kycilia almost hisses - You father’s smile widens.

He shakes his head and turns away, “No, we will discuss it another time. This endeavor of yours will require considerable assistance - What are you offering?”
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>>5528706

“A simple arrangement: Generous funding, the sharing of all research, and… access to the newtypes of side three.” Kycilia answers.

“Unlimited access?” Your father stops, once again looking down upon the testing chambers.

“...To the extent that our facilities can handle them. I will ensure their rapid expansion if the research continues to prove fruitful.”

“I will consider this offer.” Your father replies after a pause.

Lom finally speaks up again, though somewhat more hesitantly, “...Would you like a tour of the facility, Jedar? I would like to hear another expert’s take on our new equipment, even if many of our subjects are… wanting.”

“That would be acceptable. Quina, Tryphosa, do as you’ve been instructed.” Your father says, his expression almost unreadable as he begins moving back toward the door, “Zabi, I wish to speak with you alone.”

Kycila arches an eyebrow but nods, standing, “Of course.”

As you process your father’s words a jolt of compulsion shoots through you, a deep need to comply, but you resist. That was merely an oblique command, anything more direct and… You focus upon Felix’s grip once again. You’re the same. He understands.

Soon the others have left the room, leaving only you, Felix, Artesia, and Quina around the long table. Even the testing chambers below are quickly emptied out. You’re as alone as you’re going to get. Clearly a ploy by your father.

“I’m Quina.” Your sister introduces herself, her voice so very nearly the same as yours despite her younger age and frailty.

“Maxime.”

“Sayla.”

“Is this a game?” Quina questions, cocking her head slightly, “I’d like to play too… I’m not as good at lying though.”

“We can help, don’t worry.” Artesia offers, “How about Crowley?”

Felix laughs at that, “Crowley? Really? She’d probably approve though, wouldn’t she?”

Artesia nods. You aren’t sure who they’re talking about.

“I like it… Sayla. I’ll be Crowley then.” Quina says, “I love mind games, try something else, I want to guess!”

“You do, don’t you?” Artesia asks, smiling at your younger sister and relaxing a little, “An easy one then. I’m seventeen.”

“Hmmm… A lie?” Quina guesses, finger places against her lips for a moment as she ponders the idea a little further, “Yeah, you aren’t tall enough!”

“I could just be short - we lived on earth for a few years, the gravity makes everyone smaller.” Artesia says with a shrug, a playful look on her face.

“Hmmm, I suppose.” Quina replies very seriously, not catching onto the joke and considering the new facts until comprehension slowly dawns on her and she breaks out into a fit of giggles, “That’s not fair, you hid it!”

“It was right there in front of you, you just heard what you wanted to. I mentioned earth and you were all over it.” Artesia explains patiently, “Are you going to guess or not?”
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>>5528708

“Fine, fine. Pushy.” Quina says, still giggling a little, “You’re not seventeen.”

“Not a very daring guess, is it?” Felix teases.

“It’s fair though.” Artesia replies with a slight shrug, “I didn’t ask her to guess my age, just if I was seventeen.”

“Okay, your turn to guess.”

“Right, lay it on us, Crowley.”

“I want to be your friend.”

You are now playing as Felix once again.

You resist the urge to wince. That’s emotional blackmail. She looks exactly like Tryphosa, other than her blond hair, several years younger and as cute as a button. How could you call that a lie? You need to stay wary though, her actions likely aren’t really her own, no matter how innocent she may seem right now - Dr. Jedar gave them both orders. Tryphosa is holding up, you can feel her resolve, but she’s… very quiet. Focused. That’s better than the alternative.

>”True.”
>”That’s a lie.”
>”You’re cheating, you could just change your mind.”
>Write-in.
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>>5528710
1)
>”You’re cheating, you could just change your mind.”

2)
>”That’s a lie.”

I don't know what any of these could do, but saying "True" sounds like it could just affirm the conditioning.
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>>5528710
>”That’s a lie.”
Might make her question her own motives
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>>5528710
>”That’s a lie.”
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>>5528712
I was thinking about voting that "it's the truth", since there's a chance she might 'see though' a lie Felix said, but the fact Felix might legitimately believe she wants to be our friend could be very bad for Quina and Tryphosa.

Saying "that's a lie" could make her conditioning go into overdrive, which could either be bad for everyone or help her get free. I fear that either Artesia and/or Tryphosa will try to comfort her, which could be a disaster (hopefully Artesia has enough sense to not make physical contact, but Tryphosa might be more likely do do something I think).

Meanwhile stating that she can change her mind has the possibility of doing either or nothing at all. But saying that she could change her mind might be powerful in some way, whether good or bad.

Take everything I say with a grain of salt, newtype weirdness isn't my strength.
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>>5528710
>"Wants are not facts Crowley. Specially since you can just change your mind any time."
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>>5528710
>>5528712
Changing my vote to
1)
>"Wants are not facts Crowley. Specially since you can just change your mind any time."
This write-in might sound similar to the third vote, but the fact we aren't calling her a cheater could be important.

2)
>”You’re cheating, you could just change your mind.”

3)
>”That’s a lie.”
>"You didn't choose to be our friend. Jedar made that choice."
Write-in is only a suggestion, only if it makes sense for Felix to say it or not.
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If we do say that it's a lie, it would be the perfect time to explain to tell her about how she isn't in control of her actions and that she should resist.
To be fair it could really push the limits of what Tryphosa can resist, and it might make Artesia pity Quina and even try to comfort her.

>>5528747
>>5528710
Once again changing my vote to
1)
>Write-in.
>"It's the truth." A blatant lie. You don't believe she decided to do this for a second.
Wording is important, and I'm hoping that Quina will be able to see through the lie. This could be far more powerful than just telling her we don't believe it.

2)
>Write-in
>"Wants are not facts Crowley. Specially since you can just change your mind any time."

3)
>”You’re cheating, you could just change your mind.”

4)
>”That’s a lie.”
>"You didn't choose to be our friend. Jedar made that choice."
And once again the write-in is just a suggestion.
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>>5528794
>I'm hoping that Quina will be able to see through the lie.
Thinking about it I'm now certain she'll be able to see through the lie. She realized that Maxime and Sayla weren't our real names.

Also I'm realizing if we do say "that's a lie" Artesia should realize that we're just trying to help Quina, so she shouldn't try to comfort her or let her guard down and Tryphosa will likely protect her if Quina goes into overdrive/goes into er conditioning and Artesia tries to help like how we did with Tryphosa.
Tryphosa is the one I'm most worried about if we go down this route, though she might be able to resist for now.

Again most of this is just speculation.
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Could this be similar to how we met Tryphosa?
Tough choice.
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>>5528710
>1.”You’re cheating, you could just change your mind.”
>2."It's the truth." A blatant lie. You don't believe she decided to do this for a second.
>3."Wants are not facts Crowley. Specially since you can just change your mind any time."
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>>5528794
>>5528710
And one last thing, the only condition that I'm supporting
>"Wants are not facts Crowley. Specially since you can just change your mind any time."
Is if Felix isn't cruel/cold about it, but more understanding. If that isn't what's happening in it, I won't support it.
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>>5528881
Well, I changed it from calling her a cheater exactly to try and make it more amenable to her.
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>>5528883
That's fair then. I was just worried since the situation seemed like it could blow up at any moment.
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>>5528710
>"Wants are not facts Crowley. Specially since you can just change your mind any time."
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>>5528714
>>5528723
That's a lie.

>>5528727
>>5528794
>>5528821
>>5528888
Write-in.

Should be able to start writing soon.
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>>5528710
>”You’re cheating, you could just change your mind.”
>”That’s a lie.”
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Something to think about is if we should tell Kycilia about how Jedar might eventually use his newtype access in Zeon to basically create a fifth column (given that he'll likely turn most of his test subjects into cyber-newtypes, ready to fight for the Jovians at a moment's notice).
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“Wants are not facts, Crowley.” You say after a few seconds of consideration, “You can just change your mind at any time.”

Quina stops, her face perplexed for a long moment, mouthing words silently as she grapples with the idea. After another few seconds of that she turns to one of the nearby chairs, carefully pulls it out, and sits down.

Can a person change what they want?” Quina eventually asks, staring off into the middle distance.

“...I suppose that depends on how badly they wanted it to begin with, and where the want comes from.” Artesia says, taking a seat beside the frail girl.

“So some wants can be consciously changed then, with greater or lesser difficulty, but others are beyond our control no matter what?” Quina questions, deep in thought, “So not all wants are the same, and perhaps a different word should be used? Urges? Desires? Compulsions?”

Artesia looks to you and Tryphosa for help, clearly not having expected this turn in the conversation, “....Yes, that’s what I meant, I… think so anyways.”

“Have you made a conscious effort to create this desire within you, to nurture it into existence, or did it arise on its own?” Tryphosa asks, breaking her silence and taking the long walk around the table to sit opposite her sister.

“I do not know even that. I could guess, but that might be little more than a lie told to myself.” Quina says quietly, looking down at her hands, “...It may be beyond my understanding. I will means, but not my desire for certain ends.”

”You aren’t a slave, Qu… Crowley.” Tryphosa says very gently, hesitating for a moment to correct herself and remain within the silly little boundaries of this game, “We’ve discussed this before.”

“I am still unsure, sister.” Quina answers, “I know much of you, and so little of myself.”

Uh, well, that really did take a turn. It also falls a bit outside of your normal wheelhouse, political philosophy is really more of your thing, not discussions on the nature of free will or whatever this is. There’s a charm to the earnestness of their conversation though, the willingness to engage with the idea. Artesia looks rather perplexed now as well.

>”That really is the dilemma of our time, isn’t it? Even with perfect understanding of others, we’re limited by what they understood of themselves to begin with.” Alright, play ball, though you’re shifting the discussion somewhat.
>”...So I’ll take it as being… true then? There’s no need to tear yourself up over this, it’s just a game, Crowley. Here, let’s try another one. I speak French.” Try to steer back to the game, it was a relatively innocent way to kill some time.
>See where they take this. Do they really talk like this among themselves back in the fleet? That must be an odd sight, five clones in a circle debating who knows what.
>Write-in.
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>>5529406
>>”...So I’ll take it as being… true then? There’s no need to tear yourself up over this, it’s just a game, Crowley. Here, let’s try another one. I speak French.” Try to steer back to the game, it was a relatively innocent way to kill some time.
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>>5529406
>”That really is the dilemma of our time, isn’t it? Even with perfect understanding of others, we’re limited by what they understood of themselves to begin with.” Alright, play ball, though you’re shifting the discussion somewhat.
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>>5529406
>”That really is the dilemma of our time, isn’t it? Even with perfect understanding of others, we’re limited by what they understood of themselves to begin with.” Alright, play ball, though you’re shifting the discussion somewhat.
Should probably nix this if it turns to trying to communicate via newtype powers.
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>>5529406
>”...So I’ll take it as being… true then? There’s no need to tear yourself up over this, it’s just a game, Crowley. Here, let’s try another one. I speak French.” Try to steer back to the game, it was a relatively innocent way to kill some time.
Alternatives seem too volatile. First option is just begging for newtype powers to be used, third probably will lead back to conditioning.
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>>5529406
>See where they take this. Do they really talk like this among themselves back in the fleet? That must be an odd sight, five clones in a circle debating who knows what.
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>>5529406
1)
>See where they take this. Do they really talk like this among themselves back in the fleet? That must be an odd sight, five clones in a circle debating who knows what.
2)
>”That really is the dilemma of our time, isn’t it? Even with perfect understanding of others, we’re limited by what they understood of themselves to begin with.” Alright, play ball, though you’re shifting the discussion somewhat.
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>>5529406
>>5529522
Changing my vote to
1)
>”...So I’ll take it as being… true then? There’s no need to tear yourself up over this, it’s just a game, Crowley. Here, let’s try another one. I speak French.” Try to steer back to the game, it was a relatively innocent way to kill some time.

2)
>See where they take this. Do they really talk like this among themselves back in the fleet? That must be an odd sight, five clones in a circle debating who knows what.
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>>5529554
And I should add that the moment we feel some sort of conditioning coming from Tryphosa or Quina we should try to help.

To clarify I just changed my vote because I think she might be strong enough to resist, and even plant the seeds of doubt in her sister to fight against it like she did.
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>>5529406
>1. See where they take this. Do they really talk like this among themselves back in the fleet? That must be an odd sight, five clones in a circle debating who knows what.
>2. ”...So I’ll take it as being… true then? There’s no need to tear yourself up over this, it’s just a game, Crowley. Here, let’s try another one. I speak French.” Try to steer back to the game, it was a relatively innocent way to kill some time.
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>>5529559
And by we, I mean just Felix. Keeping Artesia out of getting 'connected' to Quina is important.
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>>5529524
>>5529539
>>5529554
>>5529575
See where they take this. Writing.
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“There is still time to learn more.” Tryohosa says in nearly a whisper, reaching out across the table to take her sister’s slender and nearly identical hand in her own, “There will always be time. We will all understand eventually.”

For a long moment they lock eyes, twin sets of azure, a nearly perfect reflection.

“...I feel a little better.” Quina almost sniffles, her blue eyes soft and watery, relief written across her pale complexion. You pick up ghostly traces of their communication through your bond with Tryphosa, but only the faintest surface of their exchange occurs through their powers. There is no hint of coercion or force, only gentle understanding.

A silence settles over the two of them, and you choose not to break it, exchanging a look with Artesia.

“You wish to keep playing.” Tryphosa eventually states, intuiting far more of her clone sister than you could likely ever hope to - It must be a frightfully close to a bond, what they have; you're close enough as it is with Artesia and Casval, but to have a twin, even an artificial one? That is something much greater.

“I do!” Quina answers with a cheerful nod, her mess of blond hair moving to and fro. Whatever dark cloud of thought hung about her mind a few moments ago is blown away in a great gust, leaving only a smiling and innocent girl. Tryphosa soon mirrors her sister, but you sense a subtle sadness to the display - It is taking a lot from her to engage like this, that compulsion which triggered within her earlier still in a struggle for control.

Artesia seizes upon the opportunity to get back into the game, “I’ll pick an easier one then, for all of us - I’m a pilot.”

You move around the table and take a seat beside Tryphosa; there’s so little you can do to help her, but it feels right to be close. Warm, even without touch, though you soon find her slender fingers slipping between yours beneath the table.

Quina focuses entirely upon Artesia for a moment, and if it weren’t for your sister’s dyed hair you really could almost mistake them as being related, cousins perhaps, “Hmm… True, I suppose! That was easy. That’s not much fun, Sayla.”

“It was just a warm up, Crowley. Your turn then?” Artesia says defensively, settling back into her earlier role. If something dangerous was going to happen between the two of them it would have occurred by now, right? Your own bond with Tryphosa was something of a surprise, but there was a magnetism about her even from the beginning. If there is any such potential between Artesia and Quina you are blind to it. Hopefully Tryphosa’s earlier appraisal was correct.
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>>5530633

“You own a cat!” Quina says, crossing her arms and flashing a huge grin.

“Qu… Crowley, that isn’t how you play.” Tryphosa scolds, "I told you about the cat."

Quina groans, “I know, but I want to see it! The game got old.”

Artesia gives a little apologetic shrug, “He’s not with us here, but I’m sure Lucifer would like you."

“He’s so cute!” Quina practically squeaks, clutching her hands to her chest, eyes wide in adoration, “Is that how you see him?”

Artesia hesitates for a moment, her cheeks turning a little red, “I still think of him as a kitten sometimes. I barely remember when he was that young though, I was so small then.”

“You would like to see one.” Tryphosa states, her grip on your hand tightening slightly.

Quina’s eyes grow even wider, “Where are they? The lower levels? Can I see them? I want to pet one… Father told me not to stray or become distracted.

Quina’s words seem to hit Tryphosa like a sledgehammer, her grip tightening on your own with frightening strength for such a small hand, short nails biting painfully into your skin and drawing scarlet rivulets of blood. You wince, looking down to your entwined and bleeding hand.

“We… we can go anyways. Father won’t know.” Tryphosa says, struggling with each word, “They keep some for testing… in the lower levels. They’re friendly.”

>”I think that’s a great idea, Tryphosa. Let’s go.”
>”We can radio and ask, they might allow us to go.”
>”I’ll go get one, stay here.”
>Write-in.
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>>5530642
>”I think that’s a great idea, Tryphosa. Let’s go.”
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>>5530642
>”I think that’s a great idea, Tryphosa. Let’s go.”
Page 10, don't forget to archive Contolist.
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>>5530642
>”I think that’s a great idea, Tryphosa. Let’s go.”
Tryphosa needs us to help with the conditioning, and Quina needs her.
And I doubt they are going to let us to go after the orders that were given and the great escape
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>>5530642
1)
>Write-in
>"Let's all go and find them."

2)
>”I think that’s a great idea, Tryphosa. Let’s go.”

The only reason I'm put the write-in is because I don't know if it's all of us or just Tryphosa and Felix.
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>>5530642
Actually, if you don't mind Contolist I'll just ask:
Is the first vote for all of us, or just Felix and Tryphosa?
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>Quina focuses entirely upon Artesia for a moment, and if it weren’t for your sister’s dyed hair you really could almost mistake them as being related, cousins perhaps
>“He’s so cute!” Quina practically squeaks, clutching her hands to her chest, eyes wide in adoration, “Is that how you see him?”
Lots of red flags here.
We should probably also tell Artesia to stay behind. No need for her to literally bond with Quina over cats.
And not just that, we should ask if Artesia is feeling any sort of 'magnetism' towards Quina (in private, of course). Though there are lots of small details that point to it though.
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>>5530642
>>5530652
Changing my vote to:
>”I think that’s a great idea, Tryphosa. Let’s go.” Take Tryphosa and Quina with you.
>"...Artesia, would you mind staying behind for a bit? Just in case someone comes looking for us, don't want to cause any misunderstandings." Give her a look, hope fully she'll understand what you're trying to do and not just mention the fact we have radios.
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>>5530678
+1
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>>5530657
The first vote is for everyone.
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>>5530673
Actually, this sounds kind of paranoid. Don't you trust Artesia to make sure it doesn't happen?
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>>5530721
Thanks for clarifying Contolist.

>>5530730
>“You do, don’t you?” Artesia asks, smiling at your younger sister and relaxing a little, “An easy one then. I’m seventeen.”
>Artesia says, taking a seat beside the frail girl.
These are other things I saw. You're right that I might just be a bit too paranoid and this is Artesia being herself. But that comment Quina made about the cats, Artesia putting her guard down and the fact that cats are something both of them seem to mutually like makes me worried.
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>>5530736
>about the cats
*about Artesia seeing Lucifer as being cute
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>>5530736
>>5530673
>>5530678
You know what fine, I'll support your write in
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>>5530644
>>5530648
>>5530651
Writing.
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>>5530648
Already have it archived.
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“I think that’s a great idea, Tryphosa.” You say, a mischievous grin spreading across your face, “Let’s go.”

Quina watches confused as you and Tryphosa rise from your seats, her blue eyes flicking down to Tryphosa’s white knuckled grip on your own hand before a look of sudden comprehension takes her.

“This… t-this is bad, you shouldn’t-” Quina stutters out in disbelief, but Artesia is already standing as well, exchanging an understanding look with you - This has been a day for troublemaking already, and next to sneaking out earlier this is almost nothing, barely a noteworthy.

“Quina, come on,” Artesia pressures the young girl, abandoning the game and using her real name, “When are you going to get a chance like this again?”

The absurdity of the situation is almost enough to make you laugh; what a bizarre world you’ve fallen into that you’re peer pressuring a girl into looking at cats. Context matters of course, but you’re hardly blind to the strangeness of it all.

“Will… you…” Quina struggles speak as you and Tryphosa have already begun to walk toward the door. Your hand is still gripped tightly, sharp little pulses of pain shooting up your arm as Tryphosa’s fingers still dig into your skin, but her grip is slowly loosening.

“You do want to be friends, right?” Artesia asks, resting a hand on Quina’s shoulder. She nods nervously and slowly begins to stand, your sister remaining nearby, not quite helping Quina rise but remaining a close presence.

“I… do.” Quina agrees. You and Tryphosa are already almost through the door, the cold steel sliding into the wall with a hiss as you approach. There is no guard outside the room.

“That way.” Tryphosa says, pointing to the left and down the stark white and corner lit hallway.

This won’t be nearly enough.

Of course not, but it’s a small step in the right direction. For both of you.

Thank you, Felix.
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>>5530964

A few minutes later.

The feline fiend hisses, a veritable storm of fur and claws as you hold it out at arm length, the sudden fitful was outburst expected but you still curse under your breath. This is much more violent than you’d thought it would be, the nasty furball bucking and twisting in your grip, paws scraping away at your gloved hands and forearms, head twisting to try to land a firm bit. These are not friendly cats, they’re as feral as the ones you’d find roaming the wilds of Texas colony on occasion.

“Fuck sake!” You hiss nearly as angrily as the cat, the expletive a bit uncharacteristic but slipping right out in the heat of the moment, and you’re more than glad to have the heavy gloves you found nearby. The cat’s claws leave deep marks even on the leather, “Tryphosa, he is not friendly!”

“He likes you!” Artesia teases briefly before motioning for you to set the cat down, “You should let him go, he’ll need a few minutes to calm down.”

“He’ll need a few years!” You say, letting the feral creature go; he takes a swipe at your jeans and then bolts, hiding behind a nearby trolley in the small room, “And I thought Lucifer didn’t like getting picked up.”

The walls are lined with cells for other cats, about a dozen pacing about or hiding at the rear of their small cubbies, small plexiglass doors the only thing between them and free reign of the laboratory.

“He just doesn’t know you. I was hoping our bond would help but…” Tryphosa says with a small giggle, calmly following the cat to his new hiding place and crouching down, utterly relaxed as she does so, something nearly weightless about her movements. After about a minute or so the tawny little fiend stalks on out and rubs against her hand. Quina watches in wide eyed amazement and hurries over, footsteps echoing off the steel floor and eliciting another round of hissing from the tiny beastie - Yellow eyes track the young Jovian girl.

“What is his name?” Quina asks, barely containing her excitement, “...Is he yours?”

“Laplace. I’m going to take him when I leave.”

“Laplace? I like it… You aren’t coming back with us though.” Quina says, carefully sitting down cross legged, the murderous furball inching toward her and clearly confused, doing a double take between Quina and Tryphosa.

Tryphosa allows the cat to move over to her sister, letting him be for now, “I will remain here for a few more years. Perhaps less…. Perhaps much less.”

Quina inhales sharply as she runs a hand over the animal’s fur, “He’s so soft!”
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>>5530965

“See, I told you he just needed a minute.” Artesia comments quietly to you, the two of you watching as Tryphosa and Quina have their little moment.

“Fought harder than that Waff did, I swear.” You joke, taking the heavy gloves off and rubbing at one of the thin lines of blood where the cat managed to scratch your forearm above them, just a little in front of your elbow. The blood smears a bit; you’ll need to wash it later, but it’s not that deep.

“This is good for them.” Your sister continues, voice low enough not to be overheard as Quina makes all sort of embarrassing noises while playing with the cat.

“...Yeah. They never really got a childhood.” Tryphosa is truly happy right now, a summery warm feeling in the air all about her which lifts your own spirit.

“The fleet must be a cold place.”

You nod grimly, “It isn’t all bad, I’ve felt some of what it was like for her, but… Yes.”

“...We didn’t get much of a childhood either.”

“...We’re still a little too young to be talking like this, right? At least you are, it doesn’t suit you.”

Artesia sighs, “But here we are regardless. I’m just glad we’re together. Mom’s back.”

“Yeah, she is. And doing well too.”

“Oh, he went right in the box! How did you know he’d do that?” Quina exclaims, and you look back toward the two girls to find them both watching Laplace sit within a cardboard box they must have found somewhere…

You smile and turn back to talking with your own sister, “...Have you felt anything?”

Artesia makes sure Quina is still distracted before speaking in a whisper, “With Quina? No. I remember when you bonded with Tryphosa, I haven’t felt that… that feeling, you know the one.”

“Right, that’s what I thought. Good.”

“I wish there was more we could do, but as things are…” There’s no need for her to continue. Life has you pinned in. The Zabis have you pinned in.

“Maybe in a few years.”

“I hope so.”
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>>5530966

Ten minutes later.

“Are you sure we should be taking him with us?” You ask Tryphosa, suppressing a laugh as you watch her carry Laplace along in his box, the tawny cat riding in it like an ancient emperor of earth within a palanquin.

“It is absolutely necessary.” She replies, “Isn’t that right?”

Laplace meows. He… he doesn’t understand her, right? That was uncanny. Tryphosa laughs, “No, Max, he can’t understand me.”

“Right. Of course.” God, she does have a cute smile. It’s almost enough to forget you’re both the next closest thing to prisoners. Different jailors, sort of, but prisoners nonetheless.

“...Now what do we have here?” A cold and sinister voice questions from behind you, the voice of a woman you know all too well now; Kycilia.

“We were returning to the meeting room.” Artesia explains immediately, her posture straightening. You turn to face Kycilia, something strange flickering in your vision for a moment, memory and reality overlaying for half a heartbeat as you see copper hair instead of her dye job. Jedar is close behind her along with Dr. Flanagan and the various guards and assistants of all sides.

“With a feral animal?” Jedar questions curiously, bushy white eyebrows raised. There’s no hatred or malice in his tone, but mere presence is threatening enough; a giant of a man cloaked in dark purple, sunken amber eyes taking in every detail of his surroundings.

“His name is Laplace, Father. He is Tryphosa’s cat.” Quina answers respectfully, pivoting on the spot and with her hands placed behind her back. It’s all very… mechanical, and yet there’s nothing but adoration in her eyes as she looks to the man.

“Laplace? In a box?” He chuckles, and… so does Kycilia. It’s confusing, there wasn’t a joke but it seems as if they’ve both just heard the funniest thing in the world.

“What a humorous circumstance.” Jedar says, a thin lips spreading into a smile… and then a sneer, “Dispose of it.”

“No.” Tryphosa says, swallowing nervously and averting her gaze, “...He’s mine.”

Jedar’s eyes track over to you and then back to Tryphosa and her boxed cat, “Very well, daughter. Do as you will then.”

Lom begins to protest, “That animal is for testing, Tryphosa, you need to return him-”

“Let her have it, Lom.” Kycilia says, whatever humor she derived from the cat a few moments ago having already passed well into boredom, “Might we move on now? This is a tiresome distraction.”
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>>5530967

“Indeed.” Jedar agrees, and the group continues onward, you and the others falling in awkwardly with the larger group, “I believe your proposal will prove satisfactory, Zabi. Quina, have you done as I asked?”

“I tried, father, but I could not.”

“So I see. Perhaps the next time.”

“I’m pleased that we could come to an agreement, the research should progress far more quickly with your assistance.” Kycilia says after the Jovians have finished with one another, though she must have clued into some deeper meaning to their exchange - You can see that predatory glint in her dark eyes once more.

“Indeed. The tyranny of the federation is in its twilight now.”

The words send a chill down your spine.

>Skip to saying your farewells before returning to Zum.
>Find a way to speak in private with Kycilia. Perhaps you should tell her about Jedar’s intentions?
>Write-in?
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>>5530968
>Skip to saying your farewells before returning to Zum.
We hold Laplace's box, nothing can stand in the way of newtypes anymore.
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>>5530968
>Find a way to speak in private with Kycilia. Perhaps you should tell her about Jedar’s intentions?
I'm taking a wild chance with this one. But if Jedar has unlimited access to newtypes here, it might mean we won't be able to recruit them for our Neo-Zeon cause (since I think it's likely Jedar will use cyber-newtype stuff to brainwash them against Zeon).
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>>5530968
>Find a way to speak in private with Kycilia. Perhaps you should tell her about Jedar’s intentions?
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>>5530968
>Find a way to speak in private with Kycilia. Perhaps you should tell her about Jedar’s intentions?
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>>5530970
>>5530981
>>5531006
Writing. Will probably finish in the morning.
Coming up quickly on the last posts for this thread.
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A few minutes later.

You stand with your sister and Kycilia in an empty testing chamber; it wasn’t hard to get Kycilia’s attention even without making a direct request, she’s nothing if not observant, and for better or worse you have a few moments to speak with her. You can’t take too long though, Dr. Flanagan can only keep Jedar busy for so long and you don’t like the idea of leaving Tryphosa with her father.

“May we speak freely here?” You question, glancing at the monitoring and test equipment nearby.

Kycilia’s lips purse and she gives you an impatient look, “Speak, Deikun, and quickly. The eyes and ears of this building report only to me, I have no time for games.”

“There is something about Dr. Jedar that you should know…”

How to deliver the bad news?

>”His daughters are clones, and he has a machine which brainwashes them to follow his orders - even unconsciously. All of the clones are newtypes intended to mentally bond with newtypes from the earth sphere, and I believe it is part of a larger scheme to gain power in secret.”
>”He intends to betray you eventually. He has a machine which can force newtypes to do his bidding, and he has used it on his daughters - It works, but the conditioning is not perfect and I believe it can be broken. You should be careful to monitor his actions.”
>Write-in.
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>>5531070
1)
>”His daughters are clones, and he has a machine which brainwashes them to follow his orders - even unconsciously. All of the clones are newtypes intended to mentally bond with newtypes from the earth sphere, and I believe it is part of a larger scheme to gain power in secret.”
>”He intends to betray you eventually. He has a machine which can force newtypes to do his bidding, and he has used it on his daughters - It works, but the conditioning is not perfect and I believe it can be broken. You should be careful to monitor his actions.”

2)
>”His daughters are clones, and he has a machine which brainwashes them to follow his orders - even unconsciously. All of the clones are newtypes intended to mentally bond with newtypes from the earth sphere, and I believe it is part of a larger scheme to gain power in secret.”

3)
>”He intends to betray you eventually. He has a machine which can force newtypes to do his bidding, and he has used it on his daughters - It works, but the conditioning is not perfect and I believe it can be broken. You should be careful to monitor his actions.”
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>>5531070
>1. ”His daughters are clones, and he has a machine which brainwashes them to follow his orders - even unconsciously. All of the clones are newtypes intended to mentally bond with newtypes from the earth sphere, and I believe it is part of a larger scheme to gain power in secret.”

>2. ”His daughters are clones, and he has a machine which brainwashes them to follow his orders - even unconsciously. All of the clones are newtypes intended to mentally bond with newtypes from the earth sphere, and I believe it is part of a larger scheme to gain power in secret.”
>”He intends to betray you eventually. He has a machine which can force newtypes to do his bidding, and he has used it on his daughters - It works, but the conditioning is not perfect and I believe it can be broken. You should be careful to monitor his actions.”

Second vote is a combination of the two.
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>>5531070
>”He intends to betray you eventually. He has a machine which can force newtypes to do his bidding, and he has used it on his daughters - It works, but the conditioning is not perfect and I believe it can be broken. You should be careful to monitor his actions.”
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I just now realized how fucked this situation is.
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>>5531070
>”His daughters are clones, and he has a machine which brainwashes them to follow his orders - even unconsciously. All of the clones are newtypes intended to mentally bond with newtypes from the earth sphere, and I believe it is part of a larger scheme to gain power in secret.”
Also mention that the machine can be used to control other newtypes, not just clones.
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>>5531070
>”His daughters are clones, and he has a machine which brainwashes them to follow his orders - even unconsciously. All of the clones are newtypes intended to mentally bond with newtypes from the earth sphere, and I believe it is part of a larger scheme to gain power in secret.”
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>>5531070
>>5531083
Changing my vote to
1)
>Write-in
>"He intends to betray you in the future. He has a machine that will force newtypes to do his bidding - even unconsciously. His daughters are the main victims of it, yet there's no reason it wouldn't work on other newtypes. Adding to that, his daughters are clones, and are made to mentally bond with newtypes in the earth sphere. I believe it is part of a larger scheme to gain power in secret.”
This is basically just a combination of the two but consolidated and for Kycilia to potentially be more cautious about Jedar.

2)
>”His daughters are clones, and he has a machine which brainwashes them to follow his orders - even unconsciously. All of the clones are newtypes intended to mentally bond with newtypes from the earth sphere, and I believe it is part of a larger scheme to gain power in secret.”
>”He intends to betray you eventually. He has a machine which can force newtypes to do his bidding, and he has used it on his daughters - It works, but the conditioning is not perfect and I believe it can be broken. You should be careful to monitor his actions.”

3)
>”He intends to betray you eventually. He has a machine which can force newtypes to do his bidding, and he has used it on his daughters - It works, but the conditioning is not perfect and I believe it can be broken. You should be careful to monitor his actions.”
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>>5531386
Interesting write in. Don't know how it'll work out, maybe if we offer to explain more later too?
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>>5531395
Works for me. But only if she seems to not believe it (I mean, I think that's what you're implying right?), don't want to give too much away.
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>>5531397
Yep, alright.

>>5531070
>Write-in
>"He intends to betray you in the future. He has a machine that will force newtypes to do his bidding - even unconsciously. His daughters are the main victims of it, yet there's no reason it wouldn't work on other newtypes. Adding to that, his daughters are clones, and are made to mentally bond with newtypes in the earth sphere. I believe it is part of a larger scheme to gain power in secret.”
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Wonder what Artesia and Casval will think about us telling Kycilia.
Or even just Kycilia's reaction to it should be interesting.
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>>5531468
Casval will probably approve, Artesia might feel bad but will ultimately understand that having Jedar and the Zabis fight is better than having them work together.

I'm betting Kycilia will think herself as being able to outmaneuver the Jovians somehow. My write-in is mostly in the hopes that Kycilia will start to become paranoid about him, but without making her believe she can use his aid to her advantage too much.
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>>5531070
>"He intends to betray you in the future. He has a machine that will force newtypes to do his bidding - even unconsciously. His daughters are the main victims of it, yet there's no reason it wouldn't work on other newtypes. Adding to that, his daughters are clones, and are made to mentally bond with newtypes in the earth sphere. I believe it is part of a larger scheme to gain power in secret.”
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>>5531070
>>”He intends to betray you eventually. He has a machine which can force newtypes to do his bidding, and he has used it on his daughters - It works, but the conditioning is not perfect and I believe it can be broken. You should be careful to monitor his actions.”
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>>5531070
>>5531386
Changing my vote one more time:
1)
>Write-in
>"He intends to betray you eventually. From what I've seen with Tryphosa he has the means to force newtypes to do his bidding - even unconsciously. How this is done exactly I'm not entirely certain. He is also planning to make mental bonds between newtypes in his power with newtypes from the earth sphere, and has the means to do so as evidenced by the bond I have with Tryphosa. I believe it is part of a larger scheme to gain power in secret."
We can probably get away with telling her half-truths and making her paranoid. We could always explain more to her later if we feel like it's necessary.
It's probably wise to not let her directly know about cyber-newtypes or clones, though she probably has knowledge of both things to some degree.
Also this might give us the means to visit Tryphosa more often under the excuse that we are trying to figure out more from her, while at the same time shielding Artesia from meeting Quina again (it's unlikely that Kycilia will want another 'pawn' of hers to be potentially compromised, and make another escape like we did today).

2)
>Write-in
>"He intends to betray you in the future. He has a machine that will force newtypes to do his bidding - even unconsciously. His daughters are the main victims of it, yet there's no reason it wouldn't work on other newtypes. Adding to that, his daughters are clones, and are made to mentally bond with newtypes in the earth sphere. I believe it is part of a larger scheme to gain power in secret.”
Still keeping this write-in, since it could make Kycilia potentially more cautious and paranoid of Jedar.

3)
>”He intends to betray you eventually. He has a machine which can force newtypes to do his bidding, and he has used it on his daughters - It works, but the conditioning is not perfect and I believe it can be broken. You should be careful to monitor his actions.”
Oddly enough, this could also shield Artesia in an indirect way. It's likely that Jedar will notice the increased surveillance, and might not want to chance getting his plans with Quina and Artesia to be exposed.
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>>5531093
>>5531118
>>5531352

>>5531482
>>5531399
>>5531773 (2nd option)

We have a tie. I'll give it an hour.
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>>5531773
>might not want to chance getting his plans with Quina and Artesia to be exposed.
That said, he might try to use other means to do make the bond happen. So technically it might be safer to go with revealing what his plans to bond his daughters to important newtypes if we want Artesia to get protected.

Though this is all under the assumption that Jedar hasn't given up yet, or that Kycilia won't try something risky. But I feel like both of these things are unlikely.
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Rolled 1 (1d2)

>>5531794
I'll roll a 1d2 to see which one I'll support now that what I voted for lost, since for me both options are the same thing
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>>5531799
>>5531794
Thinking about it, I'll support the second one instead, since it's the one that mentions the machine.
I didn't want to reveal newtype bonding or the clones, but it's going to happen no matter what
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>>5531801
I'm starting to regret voting to reveal cloning/bonds to Kycilia, sorry anon.
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>>5531794
Is it possible for me to change my vote to just revealing the cyber-newtype machines?
I know it'll probably just be another tie, but I'm curious if it's allowed.
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>>5531805
Sounds a bit unorthodox, but if Contolist allows it I'd be down for it honestly.
Or even just going for that write in of being vague.
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>>5531808
Being vague is probably the best option in my opinion, I think if we reveal the machines, Kycilla would want to get her hands on them to brainwash others.
I didn't want to reveal newtype bonding because it would advance her research, I'm sure Lum would try to force test subjects to bond.
And the cloning thing is just because it's a bit out there, she might disregard the warning.
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>>5531821
You have a good point.
If Contolist allows it, and if you'll vote and that other anon vote for it too, I'll change my vote to being vague.
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>>5531801
>>5531803
>>5531821
Doesn't she know about newtype bonding already from the experiment Felix did?
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>>5531827
Eh I'll support that too if it's allowed I guess.
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>>5531832
They know Felix and Tryphosia have the same mental waves, but I think that revealing that it's a thing that can be manufactured is another.
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>>5531841
I might be shadowrunning too much though. Dealing with Kycillia makes me paranoid.
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I'll point out now that if it's just you three changing your votes we're probably going to have another tie.

I probably won't allow vote changing at this point in the future, but we're very close to the end of the thread. You're just asking for less detail, not a totally different course, so I'll hesitantly allow it.
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>>5531832
I completely forgot about that.

>>5531841
Fair point, but it's probably just a matter of time before they try to artificially make a newtype bond after witnessing it and end up butchering it horribly.
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>>5531846
Thank you for your understanding Contolist, sorry about the voting 'tism on my part.
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>>5531846
Just do what you think is best Contolist, I trust you
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>>5531070
Just to make it official, I'm supporting >>5531773
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>>5531861
Anon, I think your ID changed.
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>>5531863
There's been a suspicious amount of 1-2 ID posts, though I'm optimistically thinking we just have a few phoneposters in the thread.
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>>5531880
It's mostly only been one or two per vote so I"m guessing regulars on dynamic-IP or phoneposting.
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>>5531880
>>5531882
I'm pretty sure it's just phone posters.

We still have a tie:

>>5531093
>>5531118
>>5531352

>>5531835
>>5531827
>>5531821

I'll give it another half hour and then just roll off if there isn't a winner.
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>>5531882
>>5531887
Well that's a relief to hear.
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>>5531882
I phoneposted while I was travelling, and used my internet changes IP every once in a while.
I think I have been these anons
>>5492274
>>5497048
>>5499246
>>5506712
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>>5531900
I've been phoneposting too, I couldn't which ids I was though.
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Wait a fucking minute I think I might be >>5531118
>>5531111
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>>5531911
It doesn't have (You)s when I reply though.
Can any anon confirm if that's them?
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>>5531907
*couldn't tell you which ids
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>>5531914
My id changed again, christ.
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>>5531913
None of the posts I replied have (Yous), in both my PC or my phone.
Even this one >>5492274, which I'm certain was me because I still have that gif saved. I thought it might have been because it's a different ID, but this one >>5527318 has a (You) from Contolist's counting the votes.
I'm confused
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>>5531919
>>5531914
Hm
I'll trust that you're just a retard. But try not to forget again, alright?
Well, we'll see what Contolist says though.
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Rolled 2 (1d2)

>>5531093
>>5531118
>>5531352
1
>>5531835
>>5531827
>>5531821
2

Weird shit happens with IDs sometimes, don't sweat it.
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>>5531923
Ok, that makes me feel a little better I guess.

>>5531927
Rude.
Though if he doesn't take my vote that's fair.
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>>5531931
Vague it is then. Writing.
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>>5531931
Phoneposting is hell.
>spoiler
Thanks anyways.
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>>5531931
Sorry for causing this mess Contolist
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“...I believe he intends to betray you.” You say, getting the gist of your concern across without anything in the way of detail.

Kycilia’s eyes narrow and her expression darkens, “Explain.”

“Jedar has a method he uses to control newtypes, maybe others as well. I’m not sure exactly how it works but he has used it on his daughters.” You continue, “It’s secret conditioning of some kind, it makes it difficult for them to disobey his orders. Certain words seem to trigger it.”

“And you’ve seen this for yourself?”

“We have. Tryphosa reacted very strongly when she…” Artesia stops for a moment, considering her words carefully, and then carries on anyways, “When we told her our real names. It was like something in her broke, and she started babbling about bringing us back to her father and apologizing for betraying us. We… we got her to fight back against it, but it isn’t entirely gone. She didn’t realize.”

…That’s a little more than you’d intended to reveal, but there really isn’t any other proof of it. The Zabi woman looks you both over for a handful of seconds, weighing what you’ve told her.

“You’ve done well to bring this to my attention, fine assistants indeed.” Kycilia purrs smugly, “I expected some ploy from the Jovians, but this is rather exotic even for them - Positively fascinating, but a foolish plan if it was found out so early and easily. I doubt it ever could have gone far without my notice. There are a few pieces that don’t quite connect though…”

“Are… are we going to do anything about it?” Artesia asks hesitantly, and Kycilia gives a small shake of her head.

“We?” Kycilia questions amusedly, “No, I will handle this. This must be handled delicately, though I commend your sudden initiative.”

“We only wish to serve Zeon.” You say, lying as easily as you breathe. No doubt she’ll take measures to confirm things on her own… hopefully this won’t cause any harm to come to Tryphosa.
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>>5532057

A few minutes later

You rejoined the others after your brief aside with Kycilia, and Tryphosa quickly moved back to your side as soon as you were back in sight. She’s shaking - It’s subtle, but you’d have to be blind to miss it. Even a few minutes with her father must have taken quite a toll.

Dr. Jedar’s time at the laboratory is quickly coming to an end, the brief visit wrapping up as suddenly as it began - He isn’t one for idle discussion it seems, and everyone is already back at the main lobby of the research complex.

“The car is prepared, sir.” One of Jedar’s white uniformed guards says quietly to the towering man.

“Our business is concluded then, Zabi. A communication with final terms will be sent soon. It has been a pleasure.” Jedar says to Kycilia, giving her a stiff nod.

“...The pleasure has been entirely mine, Jedar.” Kycilia replies, putting on a significantly better act, “I see great things in our future.”

“Indeed. Quina, come.”

“Yes, father.” Quina answers dutifully, hesitating for only a moment to wave goodbye to Tryphosa, who is still holding her new claimed cat in his box. There are no words exchanged between the two, but you can feel their parting thoughts. Tryphosa lets out a breath of relief as the sliding doors hiss shut and Jedar and Quina vanish from sight.

“Will you be remaining for a while longer, Kycilia?” Dr. Flanagan questions, “There are still areas of the laboratory you-”

“No. We’ll be leaving as well. A few of my local agents will be by later, ensure they are given everything they ask for.”

“Of course, of course.” Lom replies, “I-”

“Your earlier incompetence has not been forgotten, Lom. I expect this facility to be run with far greater care.” Kycilia warns, her voice cold and hard before she turns to you and your sister, “Max, Sayla, say your farewells - I will be outside. Do not make me wait.”

She vanishes out through the same door Jedar left through, the low roar of the rainstorm heard for a few moments as she and her guards exit. As the doors slide shut you’re left in relative silence once more.

Tryphosa sets Laplace down and takes a step closer to you, taking your hands in hers.

I will dream of you.

We’ll meet again. Stay safe.

You told her about my father? I understand. I will do my part.

>Kiss and depart.
>Hug and depart.
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>>5532058
>Kiss and depart
I like the psyop clone waifu so much bros
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>>5532058
>Kiss and depart
I just can't help it. You make it hard with these social link options with the waifus, Contolist.
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>>5532058
>Hug and depart.
You know it's tempting to kiss her, her character's grown on me. But I've realized I'd still like to wait before we make a commitment on a waifu.
Then again this could be a good way to fight against Kycilia's influence, though that might just be me being too pragmatic.
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>>5532069
>wait before we make a commitment on a waifu
IIRC, Contolist said there won't be any proverbial 'route locking' with them. Good chance at least half of them die during the OYW anyways.
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>>5532070
Fair on the route-locking, but I'd still like to wait a while before we get too involved in romance. Maybe a thread or two from now.
I'd be surprised if even one of them survives the OYW.
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This isn't fair Contolist, how can you give us this choice so soon!
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>>5532074
>Blanche
LMAO
>Elena
Warcrimes.jpg
>Vivima
LMAO
>Tryphosa
Accelerated clone lifespan go brrrr
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>>5532091
Hey now, the other waifus aren't that bad (except for Vivima I'll give you that).
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>>5532107
I'm talking about their chances of survival across the OYW senpai
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>>5532111
Oh. Well we agree then lmao
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Just as a reminder: Felix will be visiting Elena soon. And yes, there is no "route locking."

>>5532088
Choices will continue until morale improves!

>>5532091
Optimistic!
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>>5532120
I can't wait to play Punished Felix, after most of the people he loves (including at least one of Artesia/Casval) and hates (the Zabis) are dead
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>>5532058
>Hug and depart.
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>>5532058
I am heavily conflicted over what to pick here, on one hand the kiss option is going to give a romantic element to the relationship with Tryphosa that hasnt really been there so far and thus also put Felix's head into a spin over just what his relationship with her and Elena actually are, on the other hand he needs to get control over his emotions and stop thinking like a horndog when looking at Kycilia and getting his first kiss in could help greatly with this.
What puts me off most from the kiss is how it seems OOC for Felix to do this to Tryphosa though ill wait a bit more before casting my vote
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It'll be another few hours before I can write, I'll leave voting open until then.
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>>5532174
ive decided on
>Hug and depart.
kiss is too sudden for the current relationship with Tryphosa
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>>5532069
>>5532143
>>5532307
Hug. Writing.

Next post/vote will probably be the last for this thread.
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>>5532058

>Kiss and depart.
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You let go of Tryphosa’s delicate hands and wrap your arms around her in a tight hug, pulling her closer. There’s no surprise or delay to it, you move nearly as one, simply flowing into one another, her head suddenly beside your own. If only you could stay like this forever…

“Max, we need to go.” Artesia says from behind you, “That’s long enough.”

“Huh?” You ask, pulling back half a pace and turning to look at your sister, a mirthful little smirk greeting you as you do. What’s so funny?

“You’ve been hugging for… a while, Max.” Artesia says, shaking her head, “Kycilia is going to get snitty if we stay much longer.”

“We… we have? Right.” You say, cheeks flushing in embarrassment; it’s easy to lose track of time when you’re with Tryphosa, lost in one another’s presence. It’s an easy way to just exist, comfortable and understood. The depths of your bond are still unexplored, vast beyond easy comprehension.

“I’ll miss you, Artesia!” Tryphosa says, moving to give your sister a much quicker hug.

“I’m sure I’ll be back soon, Kycilia wants me to be her assistant.” Artesia says, mouth wrinkled a little in dissatisfaction, “I’ll miss you too. Take care of yourself, Tryphosa.”

And with that you head out through the door, each step taking you further from your bond and carrying a sense of deep loss - But no matter the distance your connection will still remain, enduring time and hardship without wear or tarnish. The door hisses shut behind you, the low rumble of the rainstorm drowning out your thoughts as you head toward the black car. It’s waiting for you near the edge of the covered walkway.

One of the guards opens the car door for you and Artesia, and you enter and scoot to the far side, sighing as you look out the rain washed window - There’s still no sign of the rain ending. What a disaster for the colony, the water must have cycled a few times by now, not even reserve tanks could hold this much. What could have possibly caused this? The ride back to the spaceport is uneventful, the route largely tracing the same unflooded roads from earlier in the day, emergency provision points and soldiers performing disaster relief still dotting the landscape and street corners.
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>>5532632

On the flight back to Zum.

Your section of the passenger cabin is as empty as it was on the trip earlier, just you and Artesia. There’s only so much to talk about safely, and pestering Kycilia seems unwise - Despite your earlier prodding she seems to have come away from this pleased with your performance, and there seems to be little to gain in disturbing that for the time being. Artesia has turned on the news, watching it on a small screen on one of the walls; it’s a Zeon based station, but the images on the screen are of Von Braun on Luna, the great glass dome and neon lit streets unmistakable as anywhere else in the earth sphere.

“Something happening in Von Braun?” You ask idly, only just now paying any attention to the broadcast, the stars visible through the viewport having distracted you until now.

“A massacre of some sort at one of the monorail stations, it’s terrible. They haven’t caught the killer.” Artesia answers, holding a hand up to her mouth in shock as the little screen shows images of grieving families and a police line around a run down looking apartment building.

“Hope Elena’s safe…” You watch as a young reporter, probably only a few years older than you are, delivers the terrible news outside of what looks to be a police station.

”...VBPD has released a statement urging calm and reiterating their continued and vigorous search for the killers, and-”

”Killers, Rix?”

Yes, that’s right, the VBPD statement made it clear that they believe the murders were carried out by a group. It went on to claim that the current suspects are an anti-Zeon terrorist organization responsible for last week’s daycare bombing… Truly a disturbing turn for this already frightening story, Orta, but just one of many today…”

“Terrorist attacks?” You question, a touch of worry in your voice, “I thought Von Braun was pretty safe if you stay out of the gang zones and... organized crime rings. Okay, safe from this kind of thing anyways.”

“It’s the fourth attack too, look at the ticker.” Artesia says, pointing to the bottom of the screen; sure enough she’s right, the scrolling text confirming several other high profile attacks in the last few weeks.

“Elena hasn’t mentioned any of that...” You say, watching closely as a list of the names of victims is shown on the screen - It’s highly unlikely that she would have been caught in anything, millions of people live in Von Braun, but cold statistics don’t ease your mind. As the last name scrolls past you let out a sigh of relief.
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>>5532639

“I don’t think any of it was near the university." You sister says, her voice quavering just a hint, "Those poor families though, it’s all so pointless. How does… how does killing children on Luna even protest Zeon? It doesn’t make any sense.”

“Some people are just sick…” You mutter angrily, “I’m sure they have some twisted manifesto that tries to justify it, they usually do…”

“...Oh. They were mostly tourists…” Artesia says, looking worriedly to you as more information comes up on the screen, “Felix… I… Are you sure you want to go? I know you’ve been planning to see Elena for years, but right now-”

>“There’s always something awful going on somewhere, I’m not going to let it get in the way of my life. Who knows, maybe I’ll bump into these bastards and teach them a lesson, Kycilia’s sending me with armed guards so…” Maybe a bit mad to suggest, but somebody once said that the best defense is a good offense...
>”I’ll stay safe, they're not actually hitting that many people by the numbers. I know what to look out for too, right? I’ve got more than enough practice with this kind of thing, we both do, for better or worse.” No vigilante antics, just go and keep your head down.
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Feel free to write-in as well, I just forgot to tack it on at the end. This will be the last vote for this thread.
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>>5532656
1)
>Write-in
>"We'll see how things turn out. I'm not going to look for a fight, but if they attack first I won't hesitate to strike back."
Felix is more of a self-defense sort of guy from what I remember.

2)
>”I’ll stay safe, they're not actually hitting that many people by the numbers. I know what to look out for too, right? I’ve got more than enough practice with this kind of thing, we both do, for better or worse.” No vigilante antics, just go and keep your head down.

What are the chances this is something funded by Gihren/Kycilia?
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>>5532656
>“There’s always something awful going on somewhere, I’m not going to let it get in the way of my life. Who knows, maybe I’ll bump into these bastards and teach them a lesson, Kycilia’s sending me with armed guards so…” Maybe a bit mad to suggest, but somebody once said that the best defense is a good offense...

>>5532675
There is absolutely no chance that these aren't false flags
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>>5532656
>“There’s always something awful going on somewhere, I’m not going to let it get in the way of my life. Who knows, maybe I’ll bump into these bastards and teach them a lesson, Kycilia’s sending me with armed guards so…” Maybe a bit mad to suggest, but somebody once said that the best defense is a good offense...
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>>5532682
Hm, if that's the case then it's probably not wise to say that we'll attack them in front of Kycilia.
But to be fair, I can respect the need to say we'll act here.
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>>5532661
When will the next thread be up?
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>>5532656
>“There’s always something awful going on somewhere, I’m not going to let it get in the way of my life. Who knows, maybe I’ll bump into these bastards and teach them a lesson, Kycilia’s sending me with armed guards so…” Maybe a bit mad to suggest, but somebody once said that the best defense is a good offense...
Good way to endear the colonies to Zeon, or get us killed. But this is Gundam so we're going to die horrifically eventually anyways.
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>>5532656
>1. "We'll see how things turn out. I'm not going to look for a fight, but if they attack first I won't hesitate to strike back."
>2. ”I’ll stay safe, they're not actually hitting that many people by the numbers. I know what to look out for too, right? I’ve got more than enough practice with this kind of thing, we both do, for better or worse.” No vigilante antics, just go and keep your head down.
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>>5532656
>>”I’ll stay safe, they're not actually hitting that many people by the numbers. I know what to look out for too, right? I’ve got more than enough practice with this kind of thing, we both do, for better or worse.” No vigilante antics, just go and keep your head down.
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>>5532707
>But this is Gundam so we're going to die horrifically eventually anyways.
This is actually making me a bit nervous that we'll die before the OYW even begins. Maybe I'm just being too cautious, but I've already overestimated Felix's abilities a few times last thread.
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>>5532656
>”I’ll stay safe, they're not actually hitting that many people by the numbers. I know what to look out for too, right? I’ve got more than enough practice with this kind of thing, we both do, for better or worse.” No vigilante antics, just go and keep your head down.
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>>5532707
>Good way to endear the colonies to Zeon, or get us killed.
And there's also the fact that this could be a way to start the personality cult around Felix and his family.
Still this could be risky, though I can see more and more why it could be a good idea to do something about the murders.
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>>5532729
>>5532750
>We've already overestimated Felix's abilities a few times last thread.
Outside of the Kycilia thing I'm not sure what you're rffereing to
>ANd there's also the fact that this could be a way to start the personality cult around Felix and his family.
100% what I want to happen. Gotta be less risk adverse man, especially when wheeling and dealing in Gundam.
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>>5532786
>Gotta be less risk adverse man
Well said. But I'll still feel like being too agressive in front of Kycilia (and implying we'll use her guards to fight) might be bad. It's mostly why I wrote that write-in, not promising to shy away from a fight while not appearing too aggressive.

And about being overconfident in Felix its mostly from the Kycilia thing, I was one of the main guys pushing for it.
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>>5532842
Ahhh, I misunderstood your right-in then. No worries.
>Spoiler
I jumped on that train too. A good moment to learn from.
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>>5532886
I think we all jumped on doing that.
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>>5532842
After some deliberation I'm support that write in.
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>>5532893
I took that bait too, I was curious because Contolist said he wanted to write it.
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>>5532886
It was a good wake up call. And like the other anon said we all pretty much voted for it (but I was the main voice promoting it, even thinking we'd be able to make Gihren entertained. I mean I really thought that Felix would be able to pull it off).
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>>5532675
>>5532711
>>5532716
>>5532736
Stay safe.

>>5532682
>>5532689
>>5532707
Psychic detective episode.

Damn!

Writing.
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>>5532956
>spoiler
Aw crap, we just missed something major didn't we?
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>>5532968
Maybe we just didn't get got
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>>5532968
It could be a "Damn!" in the sense of "Damn! What I would've written is full of thrills and danger"
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>>5532968
Don't worry about it. We must avoid a Kycilla's hair 2.
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>>5532972
>>5532974
Kek, all three of us thought the same thing.
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>>5532972
>>5532974
>>5532977
I didn't think of it that way at first, but you guys might be right. I hope so at least.

>>5532979
What gets me is that it was in less than a minute.
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>>5532984
Sometimes the anon hivemind activates.
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>>5532974
Yes, that's closer to it. Felix getting to do something (mostly) on his own for once with all the abilities he's acquired would have been a lot of fun, and from the perspective of anyone other than himself or Elena he'd be a ridiculously mysterious figure with nearly inexplicable skills and a haunted past. His whole thing is perception, and he's a newtype; he'd be a great detective! It almost writes itself.

Don't think you're getting away from the thrills and danger that easily though!

Felix is going to have nightmares about being attacked by a monster made out of Kycilia's hair at this rate, Christ.
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>>5533001
Damn, wish I hadn't missed the vote.
I hope those shenanigans that do make it through are just as fun though.
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>>5533001
Nah thanks, I got tricked once, not falling for it again.
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>>5533001
Now I'm starting to feel like we missed an opportunity to do something cool.

Maybe after all of this we can become a detective still in some other occasion, realizing that being playing it safe doesn't give us opportunities to help others and our family.

Kycilia's hair already gives us anons nightmares lmao
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>>5533027
Though to be fair there have been lots of voting traps. For example we could've messed with Vivima's simulation room with Mink and Casval, but doing that seemed like it was begging for something to go wrong.
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>>5533006
I'm just overeacting for comical effects by the way. Not much to do other then joke around between updates.
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>>5533027
Well, doing it during the visit would probably mean less time to talk with Elena, and being under the watch of Kycilla's goons would mean that we would have to show even more of how competent we are, either by being able to escape them for a second time, or our perceptiona nd desuction skills.
So I would expect to get an even closer eye on us, both for paranoia for what we could be capable of doing, and to potentially poach us from the military into her agency.
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>>5533045
Less time with Elena might be better for her and our safety, since actually being romantic with her seems like a bad idea. Though I still believe she'd make a good spy against Anaheim, and maybe give us a few blueprints of Gundam prototypes. I guess the silver lining of spending more time with her could be that, as well as providing closure for both Felix and her.
>potentially poach us from the military into her agency.
That's still a huge possibility I think, with lots of pros and (probably more) cons that follow it.
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“I’ll stay safe, it’s not actually hitting that many people by the numbers.” You assure her, “I know what to look out for too, right? I’ve got more than enough practice with this kind of thing, we both do, for better or worse.”

“...That’s true, but…” Your sister searches for the right words for a few moments, fails to find them, and then eases up as some of the worry leaves her face, “You’re right. Of course you can handle it. I’ll still worry a little though, I can’t help that.”

“Honestly I’d be more concerned if you didn’t worry at all, its those sorts of moments that really get people.”

“Oh, come on, why’d you have to go and say that, Felix! I was just feeling better about it too, I mean I trust you but…” Artesia makes an almost embarrassing little noise of frustration, puffing out her cheeks and crossing her arms as she looks away.

“You’re getting a little too old for that.”

“...It’s still cute though.” Artesia grumbles, giving you a bit of side eye as she continues to look away, but you can tell she’s fighting back a grin.

“I’m sure Garma thinks so.” You tease, and Artesia's cheeks turn nearly scarlet as she whips back around to face you, some witty retort a fraction of a second from being spoken.

The door to the other section of the shuttle opens with a faint swish, and Kycilia stalks through, her hair once again its normal copper hue, “What’s this about my little brother?”

“N-nothing!” Artesia stutters out unconvincingly, jumping a little at the Zabi woman’s sudden presence.

“Don’t lie so poorly to me, it’s insulting.” Kycilia scolds, dark eyes narrowing, “You’ve hardly hidden your affections for him.”

Artesia mumbles something inaudible, her face buried in her hands, cheeks bright red.

“Face up, girl. Up.” Kycilia orders harshly, and Artesia reluctantly complies, “If you truly hold such aspirations you can at least manage a bit of dignity, I won’t tolerate a bashful weakling. Where is that fight you normally show?”

Confusion plays across your sister’s face for a moment, and you can feel your own heart skip a beat - What the hell is this? Even still, Artesia does straighten her back and project a more controlled and disciplined image. Kycilia nods, something about the look in her dark eyes telling you more than enough even without words - ‘Barely satisfactory.’
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>>5533090

“We’ll discuss this again when we arrive in Zum, just you and I, Artesia.” Kycilia states, and from her tone it’s clear that there will be no negotiation of the matter, “Felix, the arrangements for your trips to Luna have been made. One of Dozle’s men will accompany you.”

“...Not one of yours?” You question, the change in arrangements taking you by surprise. Knowing her she’ll probably still have a secret tail, but that changes things considerably.

“You informed me of Jedar. Competent service should be rewarded.” Kycilia states as if it were the most obvious thing in the world, though you can feel immediately that this is hardly a display of beneficence, “Besides, I have other assurances, and my brother was very insistent.”

Ah, there it is. It’s not a subtle threat in the least, that. She might as well just come out and threaten your family openly. …And in truth it seems unlikely that you’ll really only have whoever Dozle is sending, Kycilia will probably just have her people monitor you in secret. That’s almost worse.

“...I look forward to speaking with you, Kycilia.” Artesia says, the words cold and forced, that chill you’ve felt more and more often from her once again hanging in the air. Kycilia grins wickedly.

End of the thread.
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>>5533095
Nicely written, Contolist. It gives off the feeling of how the next thread will be like.

I somehow feel like this is worse than going full on detective.
Artesia really has to learn to stop going along with Kycilia.
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>>5533095
Kycilia can fucking die.
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>>5532701
Next thread will be up either later tonight or tomorrow morning.
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Thanks for running Contolist.
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>>5533615
New thread.



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