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1. (Open)
[Alhambra Base is buzzing with its usual activity. However, in the relatively quiet lounge at this time of day, Seta sits down happily and opens a special package she has just received. It's even marked as 'Urgent Delivery'. This isn't the first time such a package has showed up; but it is the first time that the contents are seen by others...
What lies within are plastic cases with built-in cooling systems that in turn contain some sort of exotic soft pastry. Each is about the width of an adult's open palm, and golden-yellow in color.]
"Thank goodness...it arrived safely..."
[She may still be covered in bandages and affected by venom, but as soon as she spots these, Seta is very energetic. Moreover, she doesn't even devour the mysterious items in an instant like she would nearly everything else...it actually looks like she's savoring them.
If you're standing close enough though, you might catch a whiff of something in the air that tells you there isn't just thick cream in those things. The smell is difficult to describe - some close matches for those who are disgusted would be turpentine, rotten onions or raw sewage.
To Seta (and probably some others)? That smell is heaven, and needs no description.]
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2. (Semi-locked to long-term CR)
[At some other time: there is a small group of flowers planted on the edge of the field outside, close to the woods. Seta stands by them, whispering something that can't be heard to herself. Lately, she has been here quite often.
If you decide to approach, you'll likely catch a glimpse of red coming from the corner of her mouth, but it's quickly wiped away. She only spares her hand a glance before going back to whatever it was she was doing.]
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[Alhambra Base is buzzing with its usual activity. However, in the relatively quiet lounge at this time of day, Seta sits down happily and opens a special package she has just received. It's even marked as 'Urgent Delivery'. This isn't the first time such a package has showed up; but it is the first time that the contents are seen by others...
What lies within are plastic cases with built-in cooling systems that in turn contain some sort of exotic soft pastry. Each is about the width of an adult's open palm, and golden-yellow in color.]
"Thank goodness...it arrived safely..."
[She may still be covered in bandages and affected by venom, but as soon as she spots these, Seta is very energetic. Moreover, she doesn't even devour the mysterious items in an instant like she would nearly everything else...it actually looks like she's savoring them.
If you're standing close enough though, you might catch a whiff of something in the air that tells you there isn't just thick cream in those things. The smell is difficult to describe - some close matches for those who are disgusted would be turpentine, rotten onions or raw sewage.
To Seta (and probably some others)? That smell is heaven, and needs no description.]
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2. (Semi-locked to long-term CR)
[At some other time: there is a small group of flowers planted on the edge of the field outside, close to the woods. Seta stands by them, whispering something that can't be heard to herself. Lately, she has been here quite often.
If you decide to approach, you'll likely catch a glimpse of red coming from the corner of her mouth, but it's quickly wiped away. She only spares her hand a glance before going back to whatever it was she was doing.]
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I know this is selfish of me...but may I ask a favor of you?
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I'll try my best. What do I have to do?
[A sense of worry and resignation twisted in his voice.]
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[Seta is...unusually calm about this. But there is your answer.]
This is a matter that is best kept to as few people as possible...
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You might need help!
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It was I who chose not to have it removed when I had the opportunity to.
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[Volya's answer to that is to hang his head before quickly moving to hug Seta tightly.]
...You're going to die aren't you...
[This wasn't a question. Simply asking Seta to confirm it.]
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...Not yet.
[She places a hand on Volya's head.]
There are still some things I must do...
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[He bites his lip... no... he has to keep this in check.]
... Is... is there anything I can do to help?
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It is very important.