Waver Velvet | Lord El-Melloi II (
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Video | 006; Filtering out Ryuunoske
[Thankfully, this public service announcement isn't as fraught and panicky as the last one. There's no preface needed, just a moment for Waver to remember to put a filter on the message so that Ryuunoske cannot access it, and he addresses the screen.]
I'm issuing this as a bit of information for those new and reminder for those old that I am still attempting to collect and create a history of this place. There's been significant work done, so if anyone is interested in accessing it - or in reviewing mine and my assistant's notes for accuracy - it is open.
In addition, and more pertinently, I would like to add another facet to this archive: recording everyone's personal histories. Given the plans in mind for all of us, I figure that having written biographies to combat memory loss is a boon, and I can ensure limited access to those files. This can be achieved by either you speaking to me of past experiences and me writing them down, or walking over a draft to my current residence.
Finally, and this I realize is a loaded subject: in relation to creating a history of this place. We were recently shown the deaths of the previous inhabitants. I should like to know how yours died, in as much detail as possible, if you feel comfortable giving the information.
My door is metaphorically open whenever needed at house number nine in the navy district, from 11 until sunset. No need to contact me in advance.
[and with that, he's out]
I'm issuing this as a bit of information for those new and reminder for those old that I am still attempting to collect and create a history of this place. There's been significant work done, so if anyone is interested in accessing it - or in reviewing mine and my assistant's notes for accuracy - it is open.
In addition, and more pertinently, I would like to add another facet to this archive: recording everyone's personal histories. Given the plans in mind for all of us, I figure that having written biographies to combat memory loss is a boon, and I can ensure limited access to those files. This can be achieved by either you speaking to me of past experiences and me writing them down, or walking over a draft to my current residence.
Finally, and this I realize is a loaded subject: in relation to creating a history of this place. We were recently shown the deaths of the previous inhabitants. I should like to know how yours died, in as much detail as possible, if you feel comfortable giving the information.
My door is metaphorically open whenever needed at house number nine in the navy district, from 11 until sunset. No need to contact me in advance.
[and with that, he's out]
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Thank you!
[ She smiles at the ball-thing-lifeform and steps inside hesitantly, kind of wondering what sort of creature it actually is. ]
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Please, take a seat. I'll be removing myself from the floor shortly.
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Take your time.
[ Not like she'd have anything relevant to do at home, she can truly wait. The girl sits down, looking at the blob until Waver is ready for conversation. ]
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I dislike keeping people waiting, honestly. Anyway!
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So, I'm not sure which structure you have for this. Is there anything you'd particularly like to be informed about first?
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I don't think there is too much to tell. Cinderella was in her princess dress at that time. Maybe that was bad, because the glass slippers made running impossible. She lost them both and fell. As she wanted to get back up, she was surrounded.
She did try to dodge and resist, but she never became too desperate. I think she kind of... accepted it. They stabbed her chest from behind.
[ Madoka's voice becomes more and more quiet the longer she talks and now she shivers. ]
As soon as they had done that, they didn't seem to care anymore and left. She... bled to death on the pavement. It was on a street close to the park.
[ Madoka wipes over her eyes and takes a deep breath ]
I'm afraid I don't remember much more.
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That's more than enough, don't force yourself if it's uncomfortable.
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I suppose I wasn't the most attentive watcher back then, considering the situation. But if it's any helpful then that's good.
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Which I suppose is pretty mild opposed to what the break out attempt resulted in.
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Mm, that I heard about through various records. Unfortunate, it seemed like a good enough plan in theory.
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[ Anyway, in the name of
scienceresearch he should tlak about it anyway. ]no subject
[Because SCIENCE!!!111 is always the right answer]