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[1] [During the mission 'An Awesome Prayer is Conflict With Us']
[PRAYER attacks, people panic. Police Machines go berserk. People Panic. The Evacuation has been hitting several snags and in the process was one kid in particular who didn't look very much like a local and was frantically trying to find his way through the scrambling mass of people trying to get to safety before he ended up tripping and crashing into the ground and whimpering panickedly in what appeared to be Russian of all things.]
-Why is this happening... what did I do to deserve this?!-
[He flinched as he got to his feet, holding the side of his head and looking around in a panic as the sounds of fighting were most definitely audible over the evacuating civvies.]
S..someone? Help... please!
[He's in over his head and has no idea what the hell he's supposed to do here.]
[2] [Some time after the mission.]
[With the PRAYER destroyed and Shaft sealed life slowly begins to return to normal despite several buildings needing repairs. For those who have lost their homes and livelihoods, the city is providing for them with food and shelter. As you pass by one such place though...]
Look... we're just five people away from the front, can't you guys wait a little?
"Out of the way you filthy gaijin punk! This food is for people that actually live in this city, not some worthless runt like you!"
[It seemed that there was a smaller kid being hassled by a group of local teenagers who were trying to force him out of the line. He was shoved jabbed and insulted but merely had a look on his face that this was clearly nothing new to him and he just sighed.]
Thirty three...
"Are you listening to me you little white haired freak?! I said out of the way!"
Fourteen...
"The hell are you even counting for?!"
Just about the number of braincells you probably have right now. I'd say you're on the level of a concussed goldfish right about now. and starting to go to comatose pebble.
"KISAMAAAAA!" * (Translator's note: Kisama means Yatsu)
[And he's picked up by his collar very easily, punched in the stomach and shoved into a garbage can with a crash. He barely manages to keep from falling over and looks at the line and- it had just tripled in size. And his new 'friends' were laughing and making vulgar gestures at him and telling him to take his filthy foreign garbage ass to the back of the line. It was at this point he heroically... chose to fall backwards into the pile of trash that had spilled out with his impact to its container and not bother to get up. He ignores the insistent growl of his stomach as he sighs.]
-Now all it needs is rain and it'd be another perfect day.-
[He grumbles bitterly and sadly as he looks up at the sky.]
[PRAYER attacks, people panic. Police Machines go berserk. People Panic. The Evacuation has been hitting several snags and in the process was one kid in particular who didn't look very much like a local and was frantically trying to find his way through the scrambling mass of people trying to get to safety before he ended up tripping and crashing into the ground and whimpering panickedly in what appeared to be Russian of all things.]
-Why is this happening... what did I do to deserve this?!-
[He flinched as he got to his feet, holding the side of his head and looking around in a panic as the sounds of fighting were most definitely audible over the evacuating civvies.]
S..someone? Help... please!
[He's in over his head and has no idea what the hell he's supposed to do here.]
[2] [Some time after the mission.]
[With the PRAYER destroyed and Shaft sealed life slowly begins to return to normal despite several buildings needing repairs. For those who have lost their homes and livelihoods, the city is providing for them with food and shelter. As you pass by one such place though...]
Look... we're just five people away from the front, can't you guys wait a little?
"Out of the way you filthy gaijin punk! This food is for people that actually live in this city, not some worthless runt like you!"
[It seemed that there was a smaller kid being hassled by a group of local teenagers who were trying to force him out of the line. He was shoved jabbed and insulted but merely had a look on his face that this was clearly nothing new to him and he just sighed.]
Thirty three...
"Are you listening to me you little white haired freak?! I said out of the way!"
Fourteen...
"The hell are you even counting for?!"
Just about the number of braincells you probably have right now. I'd say you're on the level of a concussed goldfish right about now. and starting to go to comatose pebble.
"KISAMAAAAA!" * (Translator's note: Kisama means Yatsu)
[And he's picked up by his collar very easily, punched in the stomach and shoved into a garbage can with a crash. He barely manages to keep from falling over and looks at the line and- it had just tripled in size. And his new 'friends' were laughing and making vulgar gestures at him and telling him to take his filthy foreign garbage ass to the back of the line. It was at this point he heroically... chose to fall backwards into the pile of trash that had spilled out with his impact to its container and not bother to get up. He ignores the insistent growl of his stomach as he sighs.]
-Now all it needs is rain and it'd be another perfect day.-
[He grumbles bitterly and sadly as he looks up at the sky.]
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I can't remember what the reason was... just that its really stupid.
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[Suddenly, the girl looks very concerned.]
I...wasn't warned of such severity in public punishments...at least not of any on this scale...
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Thank goodness...I haven't had the chance to return those books for months now...
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...
...That aside, I may be able to help you with your situation.
[And she starts reaching into the bag she's carrying...]
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[Volya's going to be a little curious and look at the bag.]
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[A few seconds of digging and glancing at the bag turns into a few minutes...]
Huh...?
It was here when I left the airport...
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Mmm...
!
[And suddenly, realization. Not the good kind, unfortunately.]
I'm sorry...
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[He shrugs.]
What was it you were looking for anyway.
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[Flashback to her playing around with said phone and just leaving it on some random table. Although it probably isn't too hard to believe that she dropped it like that card, either.]
I thought I could at least make a call or two to people who may help you, but...
[She is genuinely depressed by this, and it's not hard to tell. Not exactly the best attempt at trying to make someone's life better.]
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[Volya blinked when he saw something on the ground. A card?]
Is... that yours?
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It's alright! I will be back as soon as I find it...I promise! Please wait right there!
[And indeed, the mysterious girl has all but disappeared! That was surprisingly quick.
The only thing she left behind is that card, which reads: Gloster Foundation ID, No. 15426, Agent Seta Albreich.]
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[Volya's just going to pick up that ID, sit down and look at it. What the heck's a Gloster Foundation?]