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[madamemoiselle]

{Diva hops onto the Astral Plane, or, at least it looks like her. The hair and eyes are the same, but everything else is completely different. With a much more boyish frame, a younger face, and even being smaller in general, it seemed as if she was wearing someone else's skin.}

Ne, that girl, she must have been bad luck. After all, you brought sister with you into New York! How sad~
But it's kind of nice to see Saya again, even if she's here to kill me and my Chevalier. Ah, last time we saw each other was on that boat, after all. She's probably still angry about that.

{Her hands release what she was holding, and she scatters what seems like glittering, blood red rubies on the invisible ground. Diva crouches down to pick one up again, holding it in between her fingers with a decidedly blank expression.}

But she didn't hesitate this time. It makes sense she'd kill my Chevalier first, but...Well, I guess Karl died the way he wanted to. Ne, but it's getting more dangerous to stay at "home". Would anyone care if I just stayed here for a while? It's really getting to be troublesome to stay at home, even with my Chevalier to protect me. If she can't find me, after all, maybe sister will leave.

Comments

[madamemoiselle]

Ne, but that would mean that you did start out feeling like you should or had to, right? Is that just to be nice?

[didorothy]

I... helped you, at first, because I had to. Because there was no other action I could have taken which would have been acceptable to me. But you don't have to like the people you help. The liking happened on its own. [smiles a bit wryly] I guess it does that to me.

[madamemoiselle]

You really think so? I mean, that you don't have to like the people you help? I thought that was...the main reason that people do.

[didorothy]

It might be, but that's not how I was raised. You help everyone who needs help, no matter how you feel about them, because it's the decent thing to do. Because everyone deserves help.

[madamemoiselle]

...Huh. You must have been raised differently than most people then. Not that I'm complaining!

[didorothy]

I like to think - hope, anyway - that most people are decent.

[madamemoiselle]

...That's a much nicer way to think about people.

[didorothy]

It helps a lot to think that way.

[madamemoiselle]

I like it more. Ah, it'd be kind of hard, since it seems like you would be disappointed a lot, but it sounds better than just disliking everyone on principle.

[didorothy]

It's happier, I think.

[madamemoiselle]

{Long pause as she considers it, which brings her to a seemingly unrelated point} Ne...I just realized, I talk about my home so often, but Sam has never told me about his. What is Sam's home like?

[didorothy]

[opens his mouth, then shuts it] That's... Uh... [scratches the back of his head] Home? Home's...

[madamemoiselle]

Home is...?

[didorothy]

Home is a long, long way away.

[madamemoiselle]

Really? You can't just go home from the Astral Plane?

[didorothy]

[shakes his head] What I go back to, that's some place else. There was... I had an accident, and I ended up a long, long way away from home. From where I belong. When I go back, I go back to the Guv's home, not mine.

[madamemoiselle]

Well, if it's someone else's home, can't you just travel back to yours? If there are planes at your home, it should be easy enough. If you need money for traveling, I can give it to you.

[didorothy]

It's... a bit more complicated than that.

[madamemoiselle]

How so?

[didorothy]

I went... thirty-three years into the past. To 1973.

[madamemoiselle]

Wow...And that was because of an accident? Oh, but I guess a plane wouldn't work in that case. I'm sorry.

[didorothy]

Nothing to be sorry about. It's just... difficult. [sighs] But, uh, which one do you want to hear about? 2006, or '73?

[madamemoiselle]

Uhm...Both, if that's alright.

[didorothy]

Well, 2006 Manchester is... normal, for a pretty big city. Steel buildings and skyrises. I'm a DCI there - that's Detective Chief Inspector, highest officer who sees any fieldwork - and, uh, my mother's there... It's... it's just a normal big city. The crime rate's all right. The chippies are good. Lots of cars and mobiles and lorries, and there are some great places for food down Curry Mile... Not much to say, really. It's normal.

[madamemoiselle]

{Smiles} That makes me wonder how different our worlds are. Who knows, maybe that one is the same. It's 2006 where I am, and I was in London...only a few weeks ago. Well, and I was awake in 1973 too, but halfway across the world then!

But if I get to go to Manchester...Well, I'll have to go try some things down Curry Mile. Well, assuming curry is the big thing there. It's not my favorite, but it's something I can taste. ♥