clarities | Fourteenth File.

[ Action: Mayfield High. ]

[ Well, after things have been pretty much completed in her lab, Diana has taken the initiative to make a small cubby hole in the corner of a library and is pretty much sleeping in it. Now that her projects are done, she can finally let herself sit back and relax for once. There's a book over her face to block out the light and possibly the sounds too. Other than that, she actually looks peaceful for once. Do you wish to wake her up from this? ]

[ Though, if the library isn't your thing, later on she can be found in the music room by the piano and is playing Beethoven's Fur Elise just to warm herself up. She plans on spending quite a bit of time here just to unwind and relax even further. The door is open to hear this music playing. ]

[ Action: John Doe Park ]

[ To continue in her relaxation, Diana's taken to sitting under a tree and has her eyes closed. It appears as if she's meditating to help clear her mind. The quiet sounds of nature and the sounds of animals moving around ease her even more. Sure, she knows that her guard may be down, but she's diligent to open her eyes if anyone approaches her. ]

[ Phone | Filtered to custodismundi ]

Hey, Abel. Do you mind holding another lesson? This time, I want to try something a bit more difficult.

[ Phone | Filtered to princeofjunes ]

Mr. Yosuke, the stage is finished. When do you want me to deliver it?

[ Phone | Filtered to canhasfuhrer ]

Mr. Mustang, I've finished your gloves. When do you want me to deliver them?

Flat | Top-Level Comments Only

[ So that's what it's called. He'll have to keep that in mind. Should be something decent at the record shop. ]

Squall Leonhart. ...Even if the drones keep insisting I'm a "Snake".

[ Everyone knows he's a lion, damn it. ]

[ Hopefully there would be. ]

The drones insist my last name is Harmonia, too. However, I know better, Mr. Leonhart. It's a pleasure.

[ Gah, the way that sounds. Way too formal for him. ]

Just... call me Squall. Sorry for interrupting your playing with idle chatter.

[ But she likes formalities sob ]

Mr. Squall, then? And, it's all right. I don't mind.

[ Man, she really is insistent on them. ]

Whatever.

[ Happy she got her way, Diana continues playing her song. ]

How long have you been here?

Around a week now. Not getting any more comfortable, sadly.

How much do you know about Mayfield so far?

[ A hand slips into his back pocket, shortly producing the all too familiar letter thingy that probably most people in town have seen at one point by now. ]

...As well as a few of the more recent events.

( Really, it's the perfect vacationing spot. )

[ Ah, the pamphlet. Diana nods her head at that. ]

If you have any additional questions, I could answer them for you.

[ Oh, quite. ]

[ A pause. He felt he already knew the answer, but with their memories fresh in his mind... ]

...Is it possible that people I know may show up here, eventually?

Of course, or they've already been here and are permanently droned until they get their free wills back.

[ He's torn, really. He wants them here because they... really are the only people he can relate to. But at the same time, that exposes them to.... well, this. ]

Hopefully we'll find a way out before that happens.

[ Never mind the whole people being trapped here for years thing. ]

That we can hope. In fact, that may be all we can do is just wait for them to send us home.

They brought us here for a reason, can't imagine they would willingly let us go. Still, nothing is impossible.

( I've seen that for myself. )

You can try to go under the radar while still being compliant of their rules and regulations.

( Is that really the only way? )

If you say so.

And I do, so there's that.

[ Whatever more she has to say falls flat as she continues playing her piece until it's done. ]

[ ...Well, nothing he can really say to that. He'll just go back to his usual silence, enjoying the soothing sound of the piano until she's done. ]

[ When she's done playing the piano, her fingers slide from the keys on to her lap before she turns over to look at Squall completely. ]

Do you like to play an instrument?

Don't have the talent for it. All I'm good at is...

( Carrying out orders. Is that really all I am now? )

doing my job.

[ Not exactly the most thrilling talent in the world, but hey. Everyone's got their thing. His just happens to be killing soldiers and monsters. ]

What job is that?

Doing whatever I'm ordered to do.

[ Yup. ]

... just that? Nothing else?

Is there something wrong with that? We're hired to do whatever our contractor asks of us, and we stay with them until their goal is complete. Not much else one can do when you've been trained for it your entire life.