[action/written]

[implanta]

Another one gone. It hadn't been that long since the neighbour of the person she went to see went away too, about four months time, really.

The scene was the same: no one living in the room anymore, no clothes strewn around, no messy bed... no Roy. Cloche had gone over with some (kind of terrible-looking) food she had made in a basket, maybe thinking to sit outside for a little while with him.

But when she got there and the door was open already...

The basket dropped to the floor, and Cloche would again sit in the room formerly occupied by someone dear to her and cry.

[action]
[After gathering up the food that had spilled in front of Roy's old room in CH4, Cloche might be seen zombie-walking back to her room in CH5, loosely holding a basket full of food. It definitely doesn't look all that great now. To anyone who looks closely, Cloche's eyes are red and puffy, and she's prone to bursts of tears.]



[Written]
[After some time in her room, she'll finally muster up the ability to write something. Speaking about it is too hard right now.]

Roy has gone home to Falena.

[And after a pause in writing:]
If you were in his drama group, and would still like to be, please let me know. I'll try to keep it up as long as I can.

Comments

[Action]

[vulcanblazer]

[Adell's out for a walk, and he comes across her doing a zombie walk, which is disappointingly not a Thriller walk but she doesn't look too well again. Was she sick like before?

He'll wander on over.]

Cloche?

[Action]

[implanta]

[It could be a Thriller walk, but that would need some happiness to do It takes her a moment to register that someone said her name, in her zoned out state. She'll stop and glance up to him.]

Adell.

[It's not said with any sort of haughtiness like she's good at, more like... she's registered who he is. His name. Nothing more than that.]

[Action]

[vulcanblazer]

[And that lack of haughtiness immediately catches him. That tone, that demeanor, it's... wrong. All wrong. It's how he got when...]

...Something happened, didn't it?

[Blunt, a bit, but he can't, and refuses to, hide the concern for her in his voice.]

[Action]

[implanta]

[She might not respond. In fact, she doesn't.

However, her grip tightening on the basket handle and her eyes tearing up might answer his question.

After a few minutes, she'll merely nod.]

[Action]

[vulcanblazer]

[By the time she finally nods, he doesn't need it. The tears forming in her eyes really say it all. Someone was gone, a good friend, a loved one, something. His own face falls a bit, feeling for her immediately. He won't force her to speak, won't ask the obvious now.

Instead, all he does is open his arms a bit to offer her a comforting hug if she needs it. Because it really looks like she does.]

[Action]

[implanta]

[She will gladly take that offer, the basket of food taking yet another tumble to the ground. Cloche will just start crying again now.]

[Action]

[vulcanblazer]

[Adell continues to stay quiet for now, opting simply to hug her gently. A careful, consoling stroke of the back of her head is all else he does, other than just be a rock that she needs right now.

He won't say it'll be all right. It isn't. It might be later, with healing, but it isn't now and it won't be for a good long while.

He'll hold her as long as it takes her to let it out, even though it does rend his heart to see a friend like this.]

[Action]

[implanta]

[It might take her a few minutes to really stop crying. But the consoling is helping, and Adell just... being there helps too.

After the crying slows down, she'll move away a little.] I-It was... it was Roy. He... he was... he was r-really special to me.

[voice]

[rashness]

[...What, is he just going to make her food again? Give her some pathetic consolation and pretend it's better. He grits his teeth seeing another written message from Cloche. He grits his teeth and closes a fist. People going home is a good thing. It means they're where they belong. He's convinced of that. He knows this is the truth.

... And what about you then? What if Shiemi and I left and you were still stuck here.

Then he'd handle it, just like he said on that day.

Don't feed me 'you'll handle it' or something like that. What if it happened. Tomorrow.

...]

Oi, Cloche. Let's go somewhere together, you and me.

[written]

[implanta]

[It'll take Cloche a while to respond to much, Rin included.

But when she does, when it sinks in he used her name, was talking to her-- She'll reply with a written reply. It's hastily written and pretty messy, not what she'd want to be seen normally. In fact, she'll probably be appalled later on when she sees this.]

I'm not in the mood.

[voice]

[rashness]

[While he's waiting he rocks there, anxiously. He knows he shouldn't nag her. That this loss must hurt, whoever this guy is - wasn't he in the contest a while ago? But no, when she replies, he frowns a bit before putting on a smile and clicking the voice reply again]

No, come on, it'll be good. Seriously, we can go out and do something. Swim, or sports, or whatever you want. Read?

[written]

[implanta]

[Her reply is a litter quicker this time, but still just as negative over it. However, most of it isn't untruthful.]

I don't know how to swim and I don't know how to play any sports. I don't want to read anything either.

[...yeah, she's a bit of a Negative Nancy right now. It might take a while to get her to do anything or agree to anything. How much patience does Rin have?]

[voice]

[rashness]

I can teach you how to swim! Swimming's easy! I can make you some more pie or something too.

[written]

[implanta]

You don't need to make me something again. I don't want to waste your time.

[Well, it sounds good to write... but it doesn't necessarily mean it's true. Rin wouldn't be offering if it was, but... ]

[voice]

[rashness]

[...And then his temper flares]

You say I'm wasting time to help you one more time I'm busting in your door, Cloche!

[written]

[implanta]

[...well. She wasn't expecting that much of an outburst. More around the lines of "pfft whatev, Cloche" but not that.]

Rin.

[What else could she really say to that? He was doing that Caring Tsundere thing. That thing that she could identify with.]

You really don't. [For now.]

[voice]

[rashness]

Too bad, I am. Bringing over some snacks, some manga. YOu ain't going somewhere, I'm gonna come hang with you.

[Gruffly, and he'll intend to be there in like an hour or two. SCOOF]

[Voice]

[redhairedknight]

[After taking some time to collect her thoughts, Erza responds.] ...I'm still interested. Let me know if you need any help - you don't have to do this all on your own.

[written]

[implanta]

[This comes a little while after Erza initially says anything to her, she's not exactly monitoring her journal at the moment.]

Thank you. Erza, was it? I might take you up on your offer. Perhaps we can perform something soon?

[voice]

[redhairedknight]

Sure, but there's no rush. Just keep trying to get ahold of the rest, and when you're up to it, we can put on a play that Roy would be proud of.

[written]

[implanta]

Thank you. I'd like that. I'll try again when I'm not... quite like this. When I'm better.

[And after a moment, something else appears written:]

What... do you think about legends from someone's world as a play? We'd probably have to find someone to write it out, but... I think it would be fun.

[voice]

[redhairedknight]

Of course. Something like this is always difficult. [She knows that much from experience.]

Yes, I'd think so too. It would be a nice way to find out more about other worlds, and I'm sure it would be entertaining. Do you want me to ask around, and find out what sort of legends people would want to see?

[written]

[implanta]

Yes, I'll be doing the same once I'm up to it. Will you let me know what you find out?

[written]

[redhairedknight]

Certainly. Does your world have any legends that could work as a play?

[written]

[implanta]

The only ones I know are in the form of songs, but I could probably translate it into a usable format.

[At least one of them. She'd have to have access to Frelia's song, but she might be able to remember parts of it if she tried her best to remember it.]