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[After the team returns in haste from the Cardinal Shaft, Kagura's severely damaged armor is brought hurriedly into the Graveyard installation. Kagura is a valuable asset, and panicked pilots demanding a valuable asset is repaired don't get asked as many questions - plus everyone is shook at the report of the mission that they are finally now getting, since Kagura set it up so a message would go off if she went down.
Therefore, half an hour later, the normally grim and quiet Graveyard installation is a boilerplate of activity, with everyone rushing every which way. Graveyard technicians and medics rush around while the Executors are looking somewhere between dazed and in disbelief. The thing that resurrected the PRAYERs is gone. All that is left is cleanup. It can be over. And the Major is down, so nobody is entirely sure who takes over now until Graveyard sends another officer. Her second-in-command is sort of organizing everyone now, but he seems more shocked than anything. He never liked Kagura, but well, it's Kagura - he expected to be dead before he saw her down.
In this chaos, it could be doable for concerned someones to get in and see how Kagura is doing if they're willing to be bold about it. And what such a person would find is... Kagura's huge body left listlessly against a corner, nobody paying it any mind at all. It's opened up while the hole in the gut remains, still vaguely glowing like heated metal - and instead of looking at it, technicians and medics beaver around a center table that looks very much like an operating table staffed with strange, esoteric crystal-y tools. And in a moment when a few of them move away to get some weird flask, what is on the table can be seen.
A tiny, clothesless, fairylike female figure with a semispherical lower half, and an upper half littered with scars that don't look new.
A Mistletoe.
It seems most definitely hurt, its lower half is chinked, but the technicians around it are wiping off their brows. It looks like she's out of danger for now, and resting. Kagura's armor is still laying on the corner, lifeless.
What the hell is going on?]
Therefore, half an hour later, the normally grim and quiet Graveyard installation is a boilerplate of activity, with everyone rushing every which way. Graveyard technicians and medics rush around while the Executors are looking somewhere between dazed and in disbelief. The thing that resurrected the PRAYERs is gone. All that is left is cleanup. It can be over. And the Major is down, so nobody is entirely sure who takes over now until Graveyard sends another officer. Her second-in-command is sort of organizing everyone now, but he seems more shocked than anything. He never liked Kagura, but well, it's Kagura - he expected to be dead before he saw her down.
In this chaos, it could be doable for concerned someones to get in and see how Kagura is doing if they're willing to be bold about it. And what such a person would find is... Kagura's huge body left listlessly against a corner, nobody paying it any mind at all. It's opened up while the hole in the gut remains, still vaguely glowing like heated metal - and instead of looking at it, technicians and medics beaver around a center table that looks very much like an operating table staffed with strange, esoteric crystal-y tools. And in a moment when a few of them move away to get some weird flask, what is on the table can be seen.
A tiny, clothesless, fairylike female figure with a semispherical lower half, and an upper half littered with scars that don't look new.
A Mistletoe.
It seems most definitely hurt, its lower half is chinked, but the technicians around it are wiping off their brows. It looks like she's out of danger for now, and resting. Kagura's armor is still laying on the corner, lifeless.
What the hell is going on?]
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Unity Group is a bit like a family, isn't it? Or maybe... a class in school, or a close knit group of workers who share an office. Yes, that's more like it. Not everyone likes each other and there is tension, but if someone is missing, it just doesn't feel the same.
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[Ren seems to ponder something for a moment.]
It's a bit awkward that I'm doing all the talking here. Maybe I can find a way... pen and paper? Or a small touchscreen? Do you think that'd be good?
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