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Fifth File. [post-Zombiefield]
[ phone ]
Right, so - are we all situated, Mayfield? No more infestations from the undead, or very pointedly, certain idiots who let us take care of their problems? Good, very good.
Now, as I'm to understand - Miss Mokou, Mr. Minch and Mr. Yosuke all had requests for things to be built and/or repaired. If anyone else is in need of my expertise with building or simply taking things apart, then don't be afraid to put a request in. I'd rather be busy instead of bored, after all. I hear it holds off the madness that's rather infectious here. My talents don't stop at just mechanics, either. Name a subject and I'd be able to offer my services - but, please, do be reasonable and not say something impossible, like traveling dimensions or some such. If you do so, I'll simply ignore your call.
[ now filtered to her friends/acquaintances ]
As for another issue, is everyone settling in all right after that? I can help as far as medical is concerned or just to check up on you.
For those who helped me, I'll do what I can to express my gratitude. I'll start off with saying thank you. It [...] meant a lot.
[ action | around 913 Bilko Boulevard ]
[ Luckily, the garage is just as acceptable to work in and by now, she's done work on making the materials usuable. Her first invention will be something small, just to test out what she has to work with here in Mayfield. She's not expecting perfection, certainly, but the challenge is still there. And, you bet she's going to take up on the offer.
On the radio, the station's set to a classical one. Occasionally, she's humming along to the music while she's working. Want to see just what has her busy? ]
[ action | Mayfield High ]
[ Not one to observe her working on mechanical objects? Then you must be one of her teachers or her classmates! She's dressed normally with her notebooks in tow and then some, but she also looks tired. Being in an underground location for three days while warding off zombies didn't serve as appropriate sleeping conditions. She may be putting her head down for a bit, dozing off, but she snaps out of it and forces herself to wake up. At least at this point, she'll be able to regain those bags underneath her eyes.
Maybe she could sleep for a period in the nurse's office. Surely they wouldn't mind, right?
But, she is making sure to try to pay attention in class - even if she already knows the material necessary. ]
[ action | Mayfield's Drive-In ]
[ Diana's just walking around Mayfield until her supposed boss sees her around the drive-in theater. She stops to turn to face him, standing prim and proper. ]
May I help you, sir?
YOU'RE LATE! Honestly, you're lucky I kept you after all the slacking off you've done! Get in there and start selling damn tickets! In my day, if you even missed one day of work--
Excuse me, sir, but I never recall ever applying for a job here. May I see the paperwork necessary to either confirm or deny this accusation you've made against me?
Fine, but this is the last time! Also, just face it, kid - you're never gonna be a businesswoman, so I'd drop the formal tone and all that other crap.
... Pardon me, but that was incredibly rude of you to say. If I want to be a businesswoman, then I certainly have the talent for it. How dare that you insinuate otherwise is simply discouraging. After all, I'm young and what you're exhibiting could very well be enough of an impression for me to be just like you. And, we don't want that now, do we?
Tch, kids these days. Here's your damn paperwork.
[ Diana reads through it not once, not twice, not even three times - but as many times as she can. She makes sure to scan for the fine print in the document. She does this for several minutes, trying to not gloss over any important details.
Though, when she sees her signature, she grumbles a bit before handing her folder over to her "boss" and sighs. ]
Hn. Very well. Do I have a uniform?
Yeah. Now go get it and start selling tickets and concessions. They just don't make themselves, you know!
Fine, fine.
[ Now that she's dressed in the horrendous uniform, she trudges up to the ticket counter to start selling tickets. Inwardly, she's smacking her head into the still up "ACCESS RESTRICTED" sign to her library. But, outwardly, she's being the "perfect little ticket girl" that she can be, faking her smiles and cheer rather well. ]
Right, so - are we all situated, Mayfield? No more infestations from the undead, or very pointedly, certain idiots who let us take care of their problems? Good, very good.
Now, as I'm to understand - Miss Mokou, Mr. Minch and Mr. Yosuke all had requests for things to be built and/or repaired. If anyone else is in need of my expertise with building or simply taking things apart, then don't be afraid to put a request in. I'd rather be busy instead of bored, after all. I hear it holds off the madness that's rather infectious here. My talents don't stop at just mechanics, either. Name a subject and I'd be able to offer my services - but, please, do be reasonable and not say something impossible, like traveling dimensions or some such. If you do so, I'll simply ignore your call.
[ now filtered to her friends/acquaintances ]
As for another issue, is everyone settling in all right after that? I can help as far as medical is concerned or just to check up on you.
For those who helped me, I'll do what I can to express my gratitude. I'll start off with saying thank you. It [...] meant a lot.
[ action | around 913 Bilko Boulevard ]
[ Luckily, the garage is just as acceptable to work in and by now, she's done work on making the materials usuable. Her first invention will be something small, just to test out what she has to work with here in Mayfield. She's not expecting perfection, certainly, but the challenge is still there. And, you bet she's going to take up on the offer.
On the radio, the station's set to a classical one. Occasionally, she's humming along to the music while she's working. Want to see just what has her busy? ]
[ action | Mayfield High ]
[ Not one to observe her working on mechanical objects? Then you must be one of her teachers or her classmates! She's dressed normally with her notebooks in tow and then some, but she also looks tired. Being in an underground location for three days while warding off zombies didn't serve as appropriate sleeping conditions. She may be putting her head down for a bit, dozing off, but she snaps out of it and forces herself to wake up. At least at this point, she'll be able to regain those bags underneath her eyes.
Maybe she could sleep for a period in the nurse's office. Surely they wouldn't mind, right?
But, she is making sure to try to pay attention in class - even if she already knows the material necessary. ]
[ action | Mayfield's Drive-In ]
[ Diana's just walking around Mayfield until her supposed boss sees her around the drive-in theater. She stops to turn to face him, standing prim and proper. ]
May I help you, sir?
YOU'RE LATE! Honestly, you're lucky I kept you after all the slacking off you've done! Get in there and start selling damn tickets! In my day, if you even missed one day of work--
Excuse me, sir, but I never recall ever applying for a job here. May I see the paperwork necessary to either confirm or deny this accusation you've made against me?
Fine, but this is the last time! Also, just face it, kid - you're never gonna be a businesswoman, so I'd drop the formal tone and all that other crap.
... Pardon me, but that was incredibly rude of you to say. If I want to be a businesswoman, then I certainly have the talent for it. How dare that you insinuate otherwise is simply discouraging. After all, I'm young and what you're exhibiting could very well be enough of an impression for me to be just like you. And, we don't want that now, do we?
Tch, kids these days. Here's your damn paperwork.
[ Diana reads through it not once, not twice, not even three times - but as many times as she can. She makes sure to scan for the fine print in the document. She does this for several minutes, trying to not gloss over any important details.
Though, when she sees her signature, she grumbles a bit before handing her folder over to her "boss" and sighs. ]
Hn. Very well. Do I have a uniform?
Yeah. Now go get it and start selling tickets and concessions. They just don't make themselves, you know!
Fine, fine.
[ Now that she's dressed in the horrendous uniform, she trudges up to the ticket counter to start selling tickets. Inwardly, she's smacking her head into the still up "ACCESS RESTRICTED" sign to her library. But, outwardly, she's being the "perfect little ticket girl" that she can be, faking her smiles and cheer rather well. ]
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[Marisa then points to the bamboo broom with the star charm hanging from it that's propped against the wall by herself.]
I'm a witch, ze.
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[ Diana glances to the broom and gives a nod to it. ]
What talents do you have as a witch?
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And as a witch, I've got magic! I usually go for giant lasers, but I can work with most of the elements, do enchantments, wards, protective spells, make magic items and potions... That sorta thing.
Oh. And I can fly~ Totally awesome, right?
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And, it's fairly impressive. Do you suppose you could create a potion to ward off extensive headaches?
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[She taps her chin in thought.]
Depends on the cause of the headaches, ze.
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[ Diana leans back a bit to think before she nods. ]
Let's say it's many things going on in my mind at once. It's never ending, as well.
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Yeah. I can do that. Might have some side effects, though. Suddenly having that all blocked off has its consequences, ze.
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If I tell you what I need it for specifically, do you promise to not tell anyone else?
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Other than that, I won't. No reason to, ze. Are you human?
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But - very well. [ She lowers her voice a bit and leans in closer to her. ] I can't access it right now, however in my mind, I have a library that lets me know everything and anything at my own whim. I've been getting used to the migraines and headaches that comes from my ability, but when it returns to me, I expect I'll have massive headaches as a result. That's why I would like the potion in order to subside the effects.
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[Marisa listens carefully and then just stares at Diana. Her eyes may seem to sparkle a bit, as if she was looking at the greatest treasure in the world. Because really, having an infinite library in one's mind was amazing. Assuming it was the truth,]
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But, she notices the sparkle and seems to smile even more than she was. ]
Don't worry - it's the truth. I wouldn't lie about it.
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How did you get that?
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An accident.
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...what happened?
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All the knowledge ever or just all the knowledge in your world?
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