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[1]
Yes! We are victorious! Truly, the day is ours. I expected not for Earth to carry so many talking beasts, yet here we are.
[Well, someone's happy. Sielje's spirits are high after the Cassowary Emperor has been stopped - for good.]
I suggest we celebrate by trying ourselves. A friendly bout, a training fight. I gladly accept any challenges.
[2]
[A few days later, the Ankaian knight can be found around the simulator area. Apparently she figured out the controls enough to be able to use at least the most basic mobile suit functions - a pretty good time, all things considered. And yet...]
[Even the simplest combat scenarios Sielje tried out always went the same: ignore ranged weaponry or ambushes and rush the enemy into melee. Be suppressed by the foe's superior range. Try to dodge and use terrain for cover, get overwhelmed, explode. Repeat over and over again.]
Why...
Why is it this way?
[She sits in the simulator cockpit, obviously frustrated and tired. The monitors display scenario history, at least a dozen attempts failed.]
[3]
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[Trying to forget about her fiasco, the knight has chosen several books to distract herself with.]
How large is Australia, anyway?
[The books in question are: a technical manual of some handheld rifle, the original version of an old story she saw the movie adaptation of, a monthly fashion magazine, and a picture storybook about animals.
Regardless of contents, she studies each one carefully, with a concentrated look on her face.]
Yes! We are victorious! Truly, the day is ours. I expected not for Earth to carry so many talking beasts, yet here we are.
[Well, someone's happy. Sielje's spirits are high after the Cassowary Emperor has been stopped - for good.]
I suggest we celebrate by trying ourselves. A friendly bout, a training fight. I gladly accept any challenges.
[2]
[A few days later, the Ankaian knight can be found around the simulator area. Apparently she figured out the controls enough to be able to use at least the most basic mobile suit functions - a pretty good time, all things considered. And yet...]
[Even the simplest combat scenarios Sielje tried out always went the same: ignore ranged weaponry or ambushes and rush the enemy into melee. Be suppressed by the foe's superior range. Try to dodge and use terrain for cover, get overwhelmed, explode. Repeat over and over again.]
Why...
Why is it this way?
[She sits in the simulator cockpit, obviously frustrated and tired. The monitors display scenario history, at least a dozen attempts failed.]
[3]
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[Trying to forget about her fiasco, the knight has chosen several books to distract herself with.]
How large is Australia, anyway?
[The books in question are: a technical manual of some handheld rifle, the original version of an old story she saw the movie adaptation of, a monthly fashion magazine, and a picture storybook about animals.
Regardless of contents, she studies each one carefully, with a concentrated look on her face.]
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[However even if Ashe is obviously playing around, Sielje needs to constantly give her all just to keep up.]
I am coming! Do not lower your guard!
[Giving ample warning, she runs around the crate, and swings her sword - delivering a wide smack with its flat.]
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As the camera pans, turns out this is because as Sielje comes from the right... Ashe is sprinting right the hell away in the other direction, having already gained a pretty good distance again before jumping and spinning on herself to turn around and shoot a barrage of this time rather better aimed shots at Sielje's chest]
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[Sielje's already moving to sidestep, throwing a shoulder first in a practiced but sadly out of place gesture. Unfortunately, that is not enough, and she gets hit in a non-grazing way, now.]
Ugh!
[Thrown back by the blasts, she slumps down under the chest.]
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Hey! Are you alright?
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[She slowly picks herself back up, looking not happy to say the least.]
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You know, you really need a way to get close to people faster if you're going to use that sword. Otherwise people are just going to back up and shoot you a lot.
Like you just did.
Like I just did, yeah.
She should get some rocket boots!
Come on, Model A, that's- [she stops, thinking about it] ...actually, that's not a terrible idea. Have you thought of a jetpack or some rocket boots or something? I bet one of the guys could hook you up with something!
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[They are probably dishonorable though.]
I do not have any excuses. My apologies, that was embarassing.
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And come on! If I'd known you'd take it this badly, I wouldn't have fought you. Seriously, don't feel bad, I'm kind of Legion's best, and you really don't seem used to dealing with guns.
And so modest, too.
Shut up, Model A.
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Are you not disappointed? I was... not a match at all.
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Want to go for a sherbet? My treat!
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Sherbet is... a type of food, yes?
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And yeah, it's a frozen sweet. Don't worry, you'll like it.
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[And Ashe begins running while waving Sielje to keep up]
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[Where are you going Ashe? Sielje tries to give chase.]
Do we depart already?
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You gotta live life at high speed, never waiting up, always ready to jump into adventure!
Sweets are not an adventure!
Says you. Far as I'm concerned sweets are super adventurous!
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[Sielje follows and manages to smile slightly. Only as long as no one actually stares at her, though.]
Nothing lasts forever. Are you not concerned even adventures will one day end?
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You're pretty big on defeating yourself before you even start, aren't you?
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[Sielje crosses her arms, with a very unknightlike expression. In other words, she looks like she's sulking. Just a little.]
How much more to go until the sherbet?
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[Ashe winks. It's sometimes easy to forget, but Ashe's optimism is a very conscious decision]
I dunno, ten minutes? I can make it faster if you want, though.
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[Sielje paces next to Ashe, seemingly without worry. She has good stamina, at least.]
Yet I take joy from our victory, do I not?