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[madamemoiselle]

{Diva appears on the Plane, wearing a white Ao Dai. Or, rather, it was probably white at some point. Now it's caked with mud (and perhaps dotted with a bit of blood) and soaking wet. On each of her shoulders, there's a bamboo pole with a large, heavy looking crate on each end.}

Ne, three hours...What a terrible time for that car to break. At least it was Karl and I, or else we'd never be able to get these back quickly.

{She sets them both down, which hit the ground rather loudly, and decides to take a seat on one of them. She kicks her feet lightly against the box to try and knock some of the mud off while she wrings her hair of some of the water}

But I guess it's a good thing anyways. I wouldn't have done this the first time. Ah, actually, Karl's face was really funny, since he didn't expect me to offer my help. My, my, I suppose that's just proof, isn't it? But we're lucky, since we haven't really met anyone since we left. Or the people that we've met know me as Quan Âm, so it doesn't really matter.

{Stretches, her limbs audibly cracking}

It's too bad about what I'm bringing them, but it's how the village survives. I don't want them to die early, at least. If only it weren't raining so hard, it'd at least be cleaner...

((ooc: Last progression of Diva's experiment! Vietnam, 1973))

Comments

[contract_star]

Vietnam?

[madamemoiselle]

{Nods} Since a few days ago, actually. But I forgot how busy it was to take care of my village, so I haven't come here since I went. But since I've been running for three hours, I figured that it would be alright to take a break here.

[contract_star]

Three hours? ...Yeah, I'd say a break was in order. How are you doing?

[madamemoiselle]

Oh, I'm fine! It was...Well, it was mostly fun when I was in that village in Vietnam. Like yesterday I helped them harvest some rice, which surprised everyone and I played with the children while the adults all went to something.

{Waves her hand dismissively} But I guess now it's a little dangerous, since I left the village. They use too much fire in this war, so it's a bit worrisome. But I'll be fine.

[contract_star]

Ah...well, I'm glad. Just be careful, I suppose...

[He tilts his head a little.] What's in the crates?

[madamemoiselle]

I've already gotten my warning from Sam, so I will, don't worry.

{Thoughtfully} Probably guns, ammunition, medicine, things like that. Of course, I'm wondering if I want to give them the medicine because of what it is.

[contract_star]

[Just smiles at that a little.]

[Silence for a moment.] Because it will change them, won't it? [Pause.] What if...you didn't, this time?

[madamemoiselle]

It will. Ne, but I don't even know if these people are real. I mean, I can hear them, but it's not like Grigori is back at my side or Josef is still standing by me now that I've gone to Vietnam. I mean, they've already had it for a while now, and...It does help them. It makes them better, even if the end is bad.

[contract_star]

I don't know. I guess this is something for you to decide.

[madamemoiselle]

I suppose. I think I'll just let them have it, since it's easier for me, and for them.

{She stands, her curiosity getting the best over and starts to pry the crate open with her bare hands}

[contract_star]

[Hei lingers nearby as well, wanting to see what's inside himself.]

[madamemoiselle]

{It's stuffed full of straw, but she reaches in to pull out some standard issue guns for the American military in the 70s and a single, white bottle that's mostly undecorated except for the Cinq-Fleches emblem}

I wonder if they're all the same. We need more ammunition, really.

[contract_star]

Ammunition? It depends. Sometimes you can use it interchangeably with different guns, sometimes not.

[madamemoiselle]

Really? I'll ask some of the soldiers about that, then. I know how to use a gun, but I don't know much about them. Still, I don't like them.

[contract_star]

No, I don't like them much either.

[madamemoiselle]

{She takes the bottle and opens it, pouring out several tablets into her hand}

I guess not. Hei has his electricity, though!

[contract_star]

Guns are just...too easy. Anyone can fire a gun. You don't have to actually think about the fact that you're killing someone.

[madamemoiselle]

{Chuckles humorlessly}

I suppose that's why humans favor them so much.

[contract_star]

[Mirthless smirk.] Probably.

[madamemoiselle]

{She pulls up the dress part of her Ao Dai, showing a combat knife strapped to her thigh}

Of course, for me, this is easier. Don't tell Sam about it, though. He already doesn't like the idea of me killing people, but...Well, this is war. Kill or be killed, you know?

[contract_star]

I know. Trust me, I understand what it's like. Don't worry, though, I won't tell Sam.

[madamemoiselle]

{She lets the dress fall back into place}

You know, though, it's nice here. Here, I'm no different from the people. Well, I am, but they know that I'm not like them, and they love me. I'm a goddess to them, their hope in war. Isn't that odd, for me?

[contract_star]

I don't think it's odd, no.

[madamemoiselle]

That I'm hope for people. That's all I mean. It's still weird, even now.

{She considers the pills again before she pops all of them into her mouth}

[didorothy]

You've moved to the next one, haven't you?