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[madamemoiselle]

Ne, I don't understand it at all...

{Diva is looking very fashionable in red today, wearing the hairstyle and clothing of a Victorian fashion, complete with all the equipment at her waist or in her hands for archery. She's nocking an arrow with a very practiced fluidity. There's no way she would be able to use the bow in her hands as a weapon, just for sport. To further accentuate that, a distance away is a rather beat-up looking target with a few arrows in it already, though very few are even on the target.}

I mean, it would make sense when I found that book, but now is such an odd time. I hadn't even been seeing the palace lately.

{She stops murmuring to herself for the moment, aiming and shooting the arrow, and much to her own surprise, gets fairly close to the center! This is surprising for her, since her aim was always pretty terrible.}

...Ah! I hit it!

{Diva smiles, quite pleased with herself, drawing another arrow out of the quiver to try again.}

((ooc: Experiment start for Diva! You can find the details here, but she's chillin' in her memories of Russia at the moment, basically.))

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[madamemoiselle]

Not exactly, Sam.

{She looks between the bow and Sam, setting the bow on the floor before she comes closer} I'm in Russia, actually. Like it was a long time ago. I woke up this morning and...Amshel was there, Sam. My Amshel, he was really there.

[didorothy]

[frowns] Is it... a reality change? You didn't---he's dead, Diva. Isn't he?

[madamemoiselle]

I guess it is a reality change...{Thoughtfully} But he was, I'm sure of that. But now...my darling Amshel and Grigori are at my side again.

{Sighs} But it's not a bad change, not so far.

[didorothy]

[frowning] Diva, didn't you let Grigori die?

[madamemoiselle]

{er} Uhm...I guess I did, yes.

[didorothy]

And you were upset with him for his relationship with the Empress.

[madamemoiselle]

{DETAILS. All details}

I was jealous! After he spent so much time with me, then suddenly he never had time for me anymore...!

[didorothy]

[GOD IS IN THE DETAILS, DIVA!]

And now you're happy to have him back. Him and Amshel. And you're in Russia.

Has to be an experiment.

[madamemoiselle]

{Liar. God is in the church. :|!}

Well, probably, but...it's nice anyways! I think so, anyways.

[didorothy]

[thanks, Chris]

And you'll be fine when it passes?

[madamemoiselle]

{Nods}

I hope so! We'll see how it goes, I suppose? Ne, but at least this way, I can kind of say goodbye to Grigori. I didn't really care that I hadn't until later.

[didorothy]

[looks down]

Closure, yeah.

I don't--

[he reaches out and grabs her hand]

[madamemoiselle]

{Tilts her head a little}

Is something wrong?

[didorothy]

[quietly]

I don't want them to take you from me.

[madamemoiselle]

{She just smiles warmly, squeezing his hand}

I won't let them take me away, Sam. I decided, not long after I died, after they died, that I didn't really...want that again. This life, with my friends on the Plane, with you, that's the one that I want. This experiment, I guess it is, it's just like a dream. I'll remember it fondly and maybe think about if it were actually my life, but I know that it's not, not anymore.

Ne, because this life is happier. For me and other people, I think.

[didorothy]

[at those last words, he smiles]

I'm glad you're happier. I wouldn't want you not to be.

[madamemoiselle]

{She nods}

Well, I wasn't sure at first, to be honest, but now I am! Even if I miss my Chevalier, I mean...I know that they did terrible things, to me even. I just try to remember them more fondly than that, you know?

[didorothy]

I'm... afraid I don't.

[except he does, really, with his father as it were, but he doesn't think of it as the parallel it could be]

But I guess... I just... Forget it. I don't know what I'm saying.

[madamemoiselle]

Well! Even if Sam doesn't know, I know that it's something very nice. If you want me to stay, then that means a lot to me.

[didorothy]

'course I want you to stay.

[madamemoiselle]

Ne, and that's why I'm happy. I'll stay by Sam's side as long as I can, I promise.

[didorothy]

[he smiles again, because it makes him happy, and he is slowly learning to come out of the closet about emotions]

Good.