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[The feed begins and the image that appears on screen is that of a red headed woman, her normally fearsome demeanor tempered slightly by the haziness having been brought back to consciousness after a period of particularly deep sleep. Mitsuru takes a deep breath and starts speaking]

I apologise for anybody who was looking to get into contact with me, I fell asleep.

[That explanation would suffice for now. Surely the people who had been here long enough did not need more than that. She continues to address the network.]

Now that I have awakened, there are things that I need to tend to. Starting with the most mundane.

[Mitsuru's normally perfectly coiffured red hair is now longer and in need of attention.]

... I require assistance with my hair. It is longer than I would like and requires some tending to. Preferably at the hands of a professional. I would hope Vatheon has someone with those skills and are willing to assist me. Thank you.

[The feed ends.]

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[Mitsuru's quietly sitting in the lounge of the dorms, slowly getting used to the idea of being awake. Being asleep for such long periods of time is something she could never ever manage and for now staying awake is a task in itself.

There's a full cup of tea on the table in front of her, untouched and undrunk. She prepared it just a moment ago so the steam is still rising steadily from it. All signs point to drinking that tea being a good idea but Mitsuru's simply choosing to look at it as if she were in a daze. She could tell many things had happened while she was asleep so she was going to wait to hear an explanation from someone she trusted.

For the time being, Mitsuru's just going to have a staring contest with her teacup, as if she'd be able to divine some knowledge from it. Just like the mystics, except she doubted that the mystics used earl grey. Not like she was expecting any actual knowledge from it, but rather it was a game she was going to play to get herself to stay awake.]

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Nein. Not quite. I vork vizh Heavies a lot, so I know quite vell how zhey move und fight. It ist more... Nun. Difficult, to stay zhere. To remain und actually defend yourself vhen every single nerve und muscle in your body only vants to flee.

[She pauses. The urge to flee? When was the last time she felt an urge like that? There were tactical retreats but never overwhelming urges to run. She had always been the type to stand up and fight.]

I'm sure you can do it.

Easier said zhan done. My role on zhe battlefield ist not to fight but to... Stay alive. So I can keep zhe rest of mein team alive as long as possible. So usually I do not engage in direct combat. But vhen I do...

[He shakes his head briefly, looking a bit defeated.]

It normally means I am about to respawn unless someone actually considers assisting me.

[Mitsuru's learned to not question too much the world that the RED Medic and the rest of his comrades come from but the implication of what he says and the weight it carries does strike her.]

Understandable. But even the most hard wired of habits can be broken. Even if your role is to assist, I am sure that there is some part of you that can fight.

I believe it, at the very least.

[He frowns at that for a moment.]

Ach... Nun. Maybe you are right. At zhe very least I can try to do besser zhe next time.

If I remember correctly, you were some sort of fighter yourself, Fräulein Mitsuru?

Yes. I am the leader of a unit called Special Extracurricular Execution Squad. SEES for short. Many of its members have special powers and there are a few of them here. A lot of them are in the ranks of the Defense Force.

[Including Mitsuru herself.]

On the face of it, it was a school club. But really, we had saved mankind from its own apathy personified.

Now, zhat sounds... Incredible, actually.

[Hard to imagine for him, however.]

So you actually are some sort of heroes?

Well, the nature of what we did means that nobody but us knows about it. So silent heroes.

[She felt comfortable enough with the Medic to reveal this part of herself.]

And... I was absolving for my own sins. I could tell you more, if you so wish.

If it does not bozher you too much, please, go on.

[He taps the bridge of his nose lightly with one hand.]

I mean... I vould be lying if I claimed to not be interested.

There are twenty four hours in a day, correct? How would you feel if I told you about the existence of an extra hour between the changing of the days?

If you ask me like zhat, I vould most likely tell you zhat zhat ist not possible.

In the world I come from, there is an hour hidden between one day and next. It is called the Dark Hour. In that time, beings called shadows inhabit it. Shadows are creatures which are formed by the apathy of man, after an experiment gone awry.

[She's not going to mention her family's involvement in it. That's something for another time.]

To make a long story short, the world stops in this Dark Hour and normal humans transmogrify into coffins and "play dead" to protect themselves from these shadows. If a human doesn't transmogrify, they essentially become "dead" and lose ther mind when a shadow eats away at them. But there are some, who have a special power called "Persona" who are immune to the effects of these shadows. Such as myself. Do you follow?

I zhink I am, ja.

[Though, admittedly, all of this is<7I> a bit hard to believe. Yet Medic doesn't judge her to be making something like this up.]

So... You stay avake during zhis hour, yet can not be harmed by zhose shadows?

They can harm me, but I have the means to fight back.

[She reaches for the Evoker, which is always kept in a holster at her waist.]

It's called a Persona. A facet of myself. A part of me which can defeat these Shadows. Me and my friends, my teammates -- we faced Death herself. Admittedly...

[It came at a great cost. The death of someone very dear. Who was now alive in Vatheon, but still. It was a terrible ordeal.]

[He raises an eyebrow.]

Persona? Ist zhat some sort of veapon? A veapon to harm a shadow...

[Well. Now at least he is quite sure that this sort of thing doesn't exist in his world. Because... Weapons. Regardless what kind... They're always in the MANN Co. catalogue.]

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