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INTRODUCTION
A sound wakes you up, muffled yet somehow near - the sound of a trumpet being played, from somewhere outside the building you're in. There's no fog, no headache as you greet a new day - only the confusion of being in an unfamiliar cabin, lying on top of an unfamiliar bunk bed in somewhere that is certainly not where you last closed your eyes. You're also pretty sure you weren't wearing this outfit before you somehow arrived here - so that's an uncomfortable thought. Yet, the cabin you're in is comfortable, but looking in the steamer trunks near the bunks will only result in finding normal toiletry items and sets of underwear and more of the same strange uniform. Your personal items have been stripped away - well, in the cases they're not absolutely essential for you to live.
Stepping outside, you find yourself in a very forested (and ungodly humid) area, outlooking a wide lake - there's cabins and other buildings next to yours, but the main thing that'll most likely attract attention are the three adults standing out in front of the largest building, bearing the name 'LODGE' on it in large letters. A woman, an older man, and a man in full priest garb, tooting away on a trumpet - your wakeup call, apparently. Just in front of them is a picnic table littered with markers and 'MY NAME IS' nametags.
Maybe you should go and demand some answers? Or will you just decide to explore...and try to find a way out of this weird camp?
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[He looks around at all the worried faces and suddenly feels... guilty, almost]
Ah... I'm sorry everyone. Thank you for taking care of me.
[He looks pretty sheepish and embarrassed by all the drama]
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And flicks his forehead with a finger.]
Oi. No need to thank someone for doing the right thing, you know.
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Off he goes, to wherever Mitsurus (short) roam - so not the lake or the forest in an effort to avoid certain death.]
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[she commits it to memory, but also will never call him that b/c she only uses last names]
I am Mitsuru Kirjo. Please remember this for when we speak later.
And please, be more careful and take care of yourself.
[s-scolding]
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[better!]
And of course, though ultimately there is no need for thank yous. Please feel free to ask me for assistance in the future, although I cannot provide you with another Diarahan until I'm allowed to carry my Evoker full time.
[the others are crowding him again, so she bows her head and nods]
If you'll excuse me-- [their talk will have to happen later, she has to return her Evoker to Pastor Dan :(]
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[ Right? Right??? It's normal! ]
I can help you get back.
[ Also he's shirtless now cuz he ruined his shirt for you, congrats man. ]
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Thanks, Cielo.
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[ iS HE SERIOUS.
He is serious oh my god. ]
... Jus'... glad you all right. Dat was a nasty wound.
[ Anyway, he's gonna look at that bullet now. ]
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... I'm glad you're okay. It happened because you wanted to leave, right?
[He glances over at the forest for a moment, a dark look. They may be ordinary trees, but he isn't feeling so pleased with them now.]
It could have been a lot of us.
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[Which means that they can plan better, next time.
There will be a next time, especially now that they've found this out -- Lenka isn't good at sitting back in situations like this, even if he has too many responsibilities to just ran half-cocked into the forest like some of the redheads around here. Sticks and guns might break their bones -- but doing nothing is worse.
But that will keep for when everyone isn't still recovering.]
... Does it still hurt?
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[He tries to crane around to get a better look at it- the wound is still open, but instead of a gaping hole it's a small bit of missing skin and maybe a little torn muscle. It'd scar and need to be covered for a while. But not life-threatening.]
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[The addendum is just because he's still... wrapping his head around the fact that it is magic, or at least something very much not technology or common sense-related. Tech has pretty much hit magic-adjacent status where he comes from, but it doesn't hold a candle to what they all just witnessed.]