[Li-Na feels an odd frisson at the name. Her hand hovers over the plastic cup, sharpie half-dangling from her fingers. She looks at Myca with a slightly distant expression, as if her thoughts are suddenly far from the coffee shop. She still sees the shop in front of her and the customer whose name somehow seems important, but it's like she has suddenly taken a step back. Myca. They have something to do with the odd dream she's been having recently. She doesn't know how she knows this, but she knows she needs to talk to them.
It only lasts a brief moment, and then Li-Na blinks and smiles again. She quickly finishes writing on the cup and passes it to the barista next to her.]
[Myca is briefly lost in thought themself, that strange sense tugging at them again: after a moment, they're aware enough again to notice the barista's blank, distant stare. A similar expression to what they were probably wearing, to be perfectly honest. And then the barista blinks and smiles, back to herself again, the moment broken.
One slender eyebrow lifts at the barista's request. It is strange, yes, but everything about this situation with Retrospec is strange and defies logic, not a feeling that they like at all. Especially not with...the ill-fitting vision.] About something we may have in common? [a guess in the dark, really, but 'strange' and private...
Myca retrieves their cell phone off the counter at just the right angle that the button for the app would be visible to the barista.] When you're on break, then. [and going to get their money out to pay for said drink.]
maybe you just like the excitement. i wouldn't want them back, either, but i'd be lying if i said i didn't feel the same way. i shot a giant robot out of the sky, and it was awesome.
Do you think I want to die? I do not want anyone to die. What would you have me do? Flee and leave our forces behind?
[Li-Na, unlike Lenalee, is not mentally a soldier. She's a dancer, specifically one with a goal of joining the corps de ballet of a major company. So she understands precise group choreography, which is about as close to troop movements as she gets.]
[Indeed the mood on the battlefield seems to have changed now that the emblems in the distance have gotten closer to one another. Most people seem to be trying to get away. And then, suddenly, they're not on the battlefield anymore. They're in the middle of a huge shrine. There are altars all around, and on each of them, a different sword is displayed, with offerings spread out before them.]
I thank you for your kind words, Master. But I am not meant to be wielded by human heands after all.
[The robot is not too happy that Baren is cutting off its appendages and makes some very disgruntled noises. But depending on how strong Baren is, as the robot isn't exactly built with battle in mind ignore the missiles, they're not in the manga, it does not have the most stable design. With enough effort it could be pulled off balance.
Of course, there are still the lasers to contend with. Yellow lasers it is now targeting Baren with since Baren has started chopping off its appendages.]
Just when I think I am starting to understand what is going on, something like this happens. And I have to rethink how I have been interpreting things.
I guess I would like to skip to the final explanation, too.
Really? I've been here since August of last year myself, so I'm surprised Mother never mentioned it. We have lost touch with a number of people on Father's side since he passed, though...
[--oh right, the Retrospec stuff. He nearly forgot about that thanks to this impromptu family reunion??]
So this thing has been around a while, huh? I've heard a few other people say that they've had it for months too, but... it's frustrating to only be hearing about this now.
Sorry. I am not angry at you Ann. I am... we get the colors back. Now something else has been taken away. I made plans with my cousin for Christmas and now those plans are ruined!
[HE TRIES.... HE'S NOT GOOD AT MAKING JOKES NOR DOES HE LIKE DOING THEM, BUT HE TRIES...]
No, I understand, I do too. I was even going to try to put in a reservation tonight at one of the places I found, but now I wonder if that's a good idea.
I mean... we can still eat it, I suppose. The texture and smell will be there. But the egg tarts and the har gow won't be the same...
...How did you come up with that so fast? And when would I ever have sixty cookies? I'd have eaten half of 'em. And I definitely don't have eleven friends I'd let eat my cookies.
So that's thirty cookies and maybe like, five friends, so what's gonna happen is everyone takes one or two at the start and then we keep hangin' and the cookies just disappear and when there's only one left no one wants to take it so I'll just grab it.
Anyway, there's no X.
[another math problem solved courtesy of Professor Logan.]
Yeah, that's a good idea, though, maybe we'll get bonus points.
I have not looks at Youtube, but that is a goo idea.
Wait. If we leave, we forget? Then... if I were to go home, I would forget everything that has happened? The chocobos, the monsters in August, the creepy fog in November... all the friends I made?
I like the way you think, Li-Na. Because that's exactly what I was thinking.
There's no way I'm planning on giving up. Sure enough we'll figure out a way to stand up to the people who are in charge. Their biggest mistake is uniting every single one of us together.
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