Initiative.

[trustmods]

The Conductor - Solf J Kimblee - is dead. You've won. You have three new keys, a philosopher's stone, and twenty-three mysterious potions at your disposal. You've had enough of people leading you around, haven't you? So now it's your turn to take initiative. What will you do now?

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[ninehundredlives]

[Hugging crying smalls is Susan's life right now, evidently.]

Rakka! You're okay...

[charcoalfeather]

[Sorry not sorry that you adopted several crying teenagers, Susan.

But man, oh man. You are getting a big hug. Rakka looks up at her... or tries, since there's tears.]

Susan! S-susan... [Sniffle. Hang on.] ...I-it's nice to see you again.

[ninehundredlives]

[Oh, don't worry. Mom is totally crying too.]

You too. Are - are you okay?

[charcoalfeather]

[Excellent. Everyone can cry together.

She gives a nod, trying to wipe her eyes in the meantime. She's surely to be a mess.]

I'm alright, mom. [...] I-I mean, Susan! I feel much better.

[That scar on her cheek doesn't hurt at all!]

[ninehundredlives]

Oh...

...you can...you can call me that. If you want?

[OH GOD WHAT ARE THESE FEELINGS - ]

What on earth happened to your cheek? [She knows the exact state of all the dead bodies okay that wasn't there before]

1/2

[charcoalfeather]

I-I'm sorry, but it's just came out, and--

wait I lied 2/3

[charcoalfeather]

[...Did she just say that? She did, didn't she?




Oh.]

ok

[charcoalfeather]

[Oh man, Rakka knows these feelings, they're called TEARS. Tears is the only way to describe what Rakka was feeling right now.]

O-okay... mom. [gonna take getting used to. But man, did she need this?? she might have needed this.]

...Huh? My cheek? [You mean that long, clean scar down her cheek? Whatever is that??]

yay

[ninehundredlives]

Y-yeah, um...

[The tears are happening. She can't explain it. Move on.]

It looks like...like you were cut?

[charcoalfeather]

[She has a mom. oh god she has a mom. what is this feeling it's weird and it's making more tears.]

I... [A hand slowly moves up to feel that area. She brings her fingers down her cheek, feeling the indentation caused by the mark.]

It does. Hibiki pointed it out to me earlier. And she has a scar too...

[...looking up at Susan. Her face is getting wet, and it's not just from her own tears.]

...P-please, don't worry, Susan. I feel fine.

[ninehundredlives]

Oh...

[She'd been more worried that someone had hurt her while dead, actually. The scar on its own doesn't bother her so much. Everyone's got them.]

Okay. Good. As long as you're okay.

[charcoalfeather]

I'm fine! In fact, I feel really great now!

[...It was true that she'd gotten hurt while she was dead, but that was easily remedied. Umm, please don't worry, mom. Rakka just came back from the dead, it felt more like a cause for celebration.]

You were really brave, Susan!

[ninehundredlives]

[Well, she's willing to let it go then.]

Oh, I don't know about that. Some of those teenagers were rushing him without so much as a weapon.

[..."stupid" is another word that comes to mind, honestly.]

[charcoalfeather]

[At least she wasn't dead? That was the major plus here.]

I guess so, but everything turned out okay! [except for Kimblee] And I heard you were using a sword!

[On fire. It sounded pretty killer.]

[ninehundredlives]

Oh, yes. That was something.

[Susan had been hesitant to...well, do things like that in front of the children. Rakka in particular. But she seems okay with it.]

I'd only brought the fire part to use on the shadow monster - nobody told me you had all killed it until after we left.

[charcoalfeather]

[Well, she's more alright with it then she would be if she had seen it....]

O-oh, uh that's right. The Conductor was going to have it kill us, so we had to stop it.