Muse is displeased with the turn of events in luceti

[shadedsunlight]

Months, mun, months. I won't have proper use of my leg for months because you thought it would be a good idea to throw me at Drusilla. Wonderful.

Don't even start with this is the perfect chance for me to relax and take it easy. You know I get when I can't be active, and see? This is already affecting my ability to sail on the Britannia. Don't think I don't see you smirking over Giles' reaction either.

...Do you think he'd be interested in playing shogi?

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[fleurdesel]

Is there no way for it to be mended with magic, filial or otherwise? I know for the duration of the event I've been granted some skill in that area for however long.

[shadedsunlight]

While magic can be used, the greater concern is making sure it heals properly. Muscle damage is the greatest concern.

[fleurdesel]

And then the therapy to get the healing tissue working properly afterward. I will see what I can do about keeping you entertained, at least. Lupin and the Jedi are bad enough when they are bored. I don't what to know what it is you would get up to.

[shadedsunlight]

I'll whine and bitch, but I'll be fine. Give me books, lots of them. Though I suppose even that won't stop me from trying to go around on my crutches.

...For Alice, drawing and painting supplies.

[fleurdesel]

I will keep you both well stocked as long as I am mobile. I do not think there are any immediate plans to injure or maim me. At least not at the moment. Then again, with my mun, one never knows.

[shadedsunlight]

All things considered, I fared better than I expected.

[consultmybooks]

[...

...this is a Giles who has passed through helpless rage and is floating somewhere in the peaceful waters on the other side.]

I am going to turn that, that insane wench to dust for this.

[Among other reasons, but...really, this is a big one.]

[shadedsunlight]

[Oh, Giles. She'll hop over on her crutches to give him a hug.]

...I won't stop you.

[consultmybooks]

[A hug he'll return very carefully once he's sure he's not going to dislodge the crutches.]

...f-for, um, for what it's worth, your mundane isn't the only one that's...'smirking'. [The fact that he had to knife himself in the leg on Trahere just the day before Ginia arrived isn't a fact that's escaping his mun.]

[shadedsunlight]

[She'll lean against him a little. As long as she's not putting any weight on her leg, it's fine.]

Mundanes. At least, um, at least I avoided being hypnotized? Because that was on the table. [Still is.]

[consultmybooks]

[Giles audibly gives a wince, at that. Way to bring up his worst nightmare, Ginia.] At, a-at least. Especially considering that you...didn't even, um, know it was possible, a-and I...never mentioned her.

...s-sorry.

[shadedsunlight]

I didn't expect you to warn me about every danger from your world, and who knew she would arrive?

...Though if there's anything else I should know, now is a good time. While we're in a place where things don't matter.

[redjacketthief]

....Thanks for the warning there, 'Nia. Hopefully my Princess gets the idea now that her plan is insane.

[shadedsunlight]

What, of throwing you against Drusilla?

[redjacketthief]

Yeeeeaaaahhh.

...she thinks I'm stupid enough to go check out Goemon's place after this event, when it's probably smarter to stick in town and be with friends as we get ourselves settled.

How bad is it? I think Adele is planning a game night for this week, Strip Poker or something. Wait--dammit Princess, don't tell me that's your idea!

Looks like it's gonna happen. You're gonna see something interesting when this goes down. You're lucky, though. At least this week I'm not as sore a loser.

[folklorist]

I-I'm sorry. For, for not being able to-to protect you. [ He sounds far too apologetic about that. ] I can at least help...heal you.

[ But it really doesn't erase the fact that he couldn't protect her. ]

[shadedsunlight]

Stop it, Helios. [Her tone is gentle, but there's firmness underneath her words.] You couldn't have known, no one could. ...Besides, you're getting hurt too.

[folklorist]

[ A small wince as he bites his lip. ] I-I'm not sure if, if I am. But s-still. If, if only I waited for you get out of Cloud Nine. I-I was in the library...

[ They could have walked home together and maybe only one of them would have gotten hurt. ]

[shadedsunlight]

I've walked home plenty of times by myself, there was no reason this night would be any different. You can't blame yourself for something you couldn't control.

[A ginger hug is offered.] I'll walk in time. Just need to make sure everything heals properly.

Late...but *fashionably* so

[sizing_you_up]

Hm. [Disapproving sister disapproves of this situation.] And just why is this bitch "Drusilla" denying you the use of your leg for months? Want me to corner her in a dark alley or something?

You're a dancer, after all - and apparently a fucking sailor, on top of that. Either way, you damn well need your legs more than she does.

/SCREAM

[shadedsunlight]

[Sorry, sister, but Ginia's brain just shut down. For seconds into minutes, she can only stare. It shouldn't be so surprising at the place where anything can happen, but.

But.

Finally, she remembers she can speak - she can speak - and ventures a quiet word. Name, really.]

...'Lia?

Mwahahaha.

[sizing_you_up]

[Oh, yeah, that's right, you can speak.

Guess who didn't know that bit?

Amelia looks like she's just been smacked in the face, drawing back slightly out of sheer shock as she just stares at Ginia for a few seconds.

Finally, just as hesitantly and warily...]

Um...hey.

...could you always do that? Actually, hell with that, do I even have the right sister?

T_______________________T

[shadedsunlight]

[Right. Speaking. Ginia swallows nervously, her hand going up to the necklace around her neck.]

No, it's... um... it's a long story. [Wings. Village. Magic. Very long story.] But it's me. Ginia. Y-your little sister. [Look at that face. Look at that face. Do you really want that face to begin shedding tears?]

PAYBACK! /fist pump

[sizing_you_up]

[No! No, she does not want that face to begin shedding tears. Why does her little sister look like she's about to cry? Where is Avery or Blanc or Amestria or literally anyone else when she needs them?!]

Hey... [Amelia has never been one for softening but, even so, she can reach out to pat her little sister gently on the shoulder.] All right, all right. Don't make that face. I know my own goddamn sister, all right? I just didn't know my own goddamn sister could talk. What, did Dad win the lottery and buy you a pair of vocal cords, or something?

/bows

[shadedsunlight]

[It's really her. Amelia. No one else could swear like a sailor and sound so nice doing so. Ginia smiles, it cracks slightly, and she quickly wipes away tears before throwing her arms around her sister. Her sister. Her sister is here.]

No... um... it's, um... what do you think about magic?