[action] the Mansion

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[Her plants have been rescued and are quite happy, aside from the lack of sunlight, so Vitalia has determined to take her exercise, or at least as much exercise as she can obtain from roaming the mansion and then possibly braving the storm for a few minutes. (She can't exactly go swimming, but in this level of rain, she can at least fulfill her body's needs of water.)

[Unfortunately, the mansion seems more interested in prolonging her walk than in remaining reliably laid out. This would be disconcerting on its own; the sourceless voices aren't really helping, either, and this is combining with an already on-edge state brought about from a loud storm and the destruction of her home.

[In short, Vitalia is a few steps away from becoming entirely hysterical.]

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[Reno's very good at moving quickly without making a sound, and thus, she's very good at looming up out of the darkness unexpectedly.

And this is precisely what she does, right in front of Vitalia.]

Hey, freak.

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[The reward is a shriek, then cowering against the wall]

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[Reno's amused by this shrieking and cowering, so she laughs, twirling her rod around in a fashion that is really just showboating. She hadn't thought much about Vitalia since their brief "electrifying" encounter at the lake, but she remembers her all right.]

Relax, Fishy. I ain't gonna hurt you. [True as that is (currently), that doesn't stop her from saying it in a menacing tone.]

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[She does not seem to believe this assurance, continuing her cowering and shrinking back, saucereyed.] wh- what are you doing here?!

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Place I was staying in got busted up by the storm. [She shrugs. She doesn't care much about that. Some fake buildings got rained on. Big deal.] Didn't feel like drowning, so I holed up here.

So, I guess you can walk. [She twirls her rod again, the electrical end of it swinging down near Vitalia's skirt.]

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[She swishes her skirts away, still backing away.]

y- yes, of course...

please, I...

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I couldn't tell before, what with all your fish-parts.

What's wrong with you? Scared of the dark?

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a- are you merely here to terrorize me?

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Huh? Why would I give a shit about you?

Told ya, my building got torn up.

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th- then you ought to-

[Thunder! Lightning! A shriek! And suddenly there is a Vitalia cowering behind Reno rather than in front of her.]

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[Uh, what.]

What are you, six years old? It's just a little storm.

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[The answer is blubbering for a moment, before she pulls herself together enough for coherence]

i- i d-don't expect a... a thug l- like yourself t- to understand!

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I ain't a thug, I'm a government employee. [Yet she doesn't sound too bothered; she's heard that before.]

It's obvious nothing's gonna happen to these buildings. [If this place is still standing when everything else got wrecked, she's sure the Queen means for them to hang out here.]

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Miss Vitalia!

[poor girl...Claire's heart goes out to her immediately.]

Are you all right?

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Oh, Miss Claire!

[Congratulations, you now have a Vitalia attached to your waist.]

[persical]

[she hugs the other young woman without hesitation, patting her back.]

You don't do well with storms? It's all right. Let's find somewhere a bit quieter, if we can.

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The hallways kept changing and- and I'm certain there is someone following me! I haven't been careful enough! And Papi isn't here to protect me...

[She'll follow wherever Claire leads; her focus right now is on blubbering.]

[persical]

[Reno has made a mess of almost everything, so she finds a bedroom that miraculously hasn't been touched so that Vitalia can sit down.]

There's no one here but us--I'm sure it's just nerves. I can go try to salvage some tea from the kitchen, that might help.

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I'm certain I heard a voice, though! Ohhhh, and I cant go out...

[She immediately follows Claire as she moves to leave. Vitalia is going to be a barnacle today.]

[persical]

[maybe tea isn't such a good idea after all. Patiently, she sits Vitalia back down on the edge of the bed, and sits beside her this time.]

It's probably just someone else who found their way here to shelter from the storm. Don't worry.

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o- of course... that would be logical...

[She settles, trying to convince herself.]

Do forgive me... It's just, with this dreadful storm, and losing so much of my greenhouse...

It's rather reminiscent.

[persical]

Oh, you poor dear...

[a greenhouse? That must have meant a lot of hard work.]

When this is over, I'll help you fix it up. But reminiscent of what, exactly?

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[She spent so much time on her horrors! ;_;]

The peasants, back home... they suddenly turned on us. I can't understand why, but...

We lost so much... [She sniffles and wipes her eyes]

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Peasants...? [she tilts her head.] You were attacked? That's terrible...I'm so sorry. [she's sure there's more to this story, but she won't pry. Vitalia seems more than a little naive, so it couldn't have been her fault, right?]

What's important is that you're safe now.

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On San Alberto... our home.

Are we really safe now? It's so terrible... what if this place can't withstand the storm?