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[With Veigue being too preoccupied to have done much of anything but changed into her regular attire and read up on the bare basics, the Vine has taken it upon itself to showcase the newcomer. Alas, its timing leaves a bit to be desired.

The Vine zones in from behind, catching the woman's back and a frontal view of an approaching (and clearly hostile) harpy. Sword drawn, Veigue charges and raises her weapon in time to block the harpy's talons from clawing at her face. She wrestles with the creature, dead set on overpowering her foe.

She mutters a few words, gradually rising in volume until she's loud enough for the Vine to pick up her voice. There's a coldness to her tone that indicates she's in no mood to be dilly dallying with her opponent.]

. . . where is she? [Veigue knocks the harpy aside with a heave of her broadsword.] Where's Claire!?

[As though sensing the woman's temper, the Vine furls and sneaks away with the mirror. The recording ends with an abrupt screech from the harpy.]

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[video] on this like white on rice

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[Monsters mean she's staying inside as much as she can, especially with Reno injured. She can't fight, but she can cook for hungry patients, so that's what she's doing when the Vine pokes through the half-open window, trying to get her attention.]

[the yell startles her, and she turns, nearly dropping that pot she's holding. She knows the voice, even though she's only heard it exactly like this once, that time with the phantoms. And the words spoken make it unmistakable. Her heart leaps into her throat, rendering her speechless for a long moment.]

[Veigue. It's Veigue, it has to be. She's long since come to terms with the fact that should anyone male she knows arrive here, they'll look different. But she can hardly care about that without being hypocritical.]

[she puts the pot on the stove hastily and rushes over to the mirror, beckoning for it to clear again. Not stopping to think that she might not be recognized.]

Veigue! It's all right, I'm safe--it's all right!

[video] aww yes

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[at Claire's insistence, the Vine returns to the site of the scuffle and reopens the mirror just in time for the last of her words to reach Veigue.]

Claire?

[the voice draws her attention away from the harpy, whom doesn't take kindly to being ignored and takes a swipe the moment Veigue looks over her shoulder. The talon scratches one of her arms, and Veigue flinches; but retaliates with a cry and a downward swipe of her own, covering the broadsword with a coat of ice as she smashes the harpy onto the ground.]

[for the time being, at least, the creature relents and lies there limply.]

[Veigue rushes over to the mirror, not yet in close enough proximity to see whose face awaits her on the other end.]

Claire! Is that --

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[she winces at the sight of the injury, feeling a bit guilty for causing the distraction, but at least it doesn't look too bad.]

I'm here...! I knew I'd see you again, somehow--

[as she leans forward, blue hair slips into her field of vision over her shoulder, and she stops, looking down at it. Agarte's hair. Of course. She takes a deep breath. No, believe. Veigue is Veigue, and she'll understand. They've known each other so long.]

Even if we both look different...

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[she stops in her tracks when the words sink in and sees Claire -- no, someone else entirely. That isn't Claire's face looking back at her. It's Agarte's.]

[and at that very moment, Claire's words are forgotten as nothing but her appearance registers. The change in attitude is instant.]

Agarte . . . ! What did you do to Claire!?

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[despite being braced for them, those words sting.]

No...I'm not Her Majesty. I don't know where she is. I know it's hard to believe, but it's me. Claire.

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[she grips the side of the mirror with a free hand, as though she's trying to get a hold of reality. The words sound sincere -- so, so sincere, but Veigue can't really understand how this'd be even possible.]

What are you talking about . . . Claire doesn't look like that. She doesn't look like you; she's completely different!

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[she can't do this through a mirror. She has to be there, see Veigue with her own eyes.]

I know, it's--I don't expect you to believe me right away. It was that ceremony, it must have been... But please, wait for me, I'll find you. I'll explain.

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[the ceremony . . .

she steps back from the mirror, her gaze averted to the ground. The Vine takes that as a cue to depart once more. She'll wait if it means getting answers.]

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[she turns and runs, all thoughts of tonight's dinner forgotten for a moment, and a small calico cat stops to hear her request and leads her in the right direction. She's a little out of breath once she arrives, skirts held up out of her way. She drops them, stopping, her heart in her throat. This time it can't be an illusion. That would be too cruel.]

It's really you...Veigue. [male or female, her childhood friend is unmistakable. She can't help smiling a little in relief. She'd never gotten confirmation if Veigue and his friends had made it out of that ritual unscathed. Here it was.]

I'm so glad you're all right. [she takes a step forward, then stops again.] I don't know what Queen Agarte was trying to accomplish, but when I came to, I was...like this. [she gestures to herself.] I know it must be hard to believe. But it's true.

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[on the other hand, Veigue tries to keep a straight face through all of this. When "Agarte" comes into view, she straightens and listens. Just listens.]

[despite her appearance, "Agarte" is too good with her words. Veigue remembers her first encounter with the queen; Agarte had essentially stuttered up a storm, and had stumbled over her own words in an effort to explain herself.]

[but it's too early to tell. After a brief moment of silence, Veigue replies quietly, neither a trace of certainty nor doubt in her tone -- it's just a question.]

Are you really Claire?

[she needs to hear it even though she already has. She needs the confirmation, the assurance.]

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Yes.

[she doesn't hesitate. It's the one thing she can be sure of.]

It's me. [she holds out both hands, palm up.] Even if I look like this, it's me. We used to enjoy Aunt Popura's peach pie together.

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[Agarte wouldn't know about that. Unless Claire told her, but what would possess her to tell her kidnapper something like that? Why? And why would Agarte even try to pose as Claire?]

[the days they had Aunt Popura's peach pie were simple but intimate. They mean more than they appear.]

[it has to be her. It has to be. It can't be. It has to be.]

Claire . . .

[attaching her name to that body feels wrong, but it slips out as she takes a few steps forward.]

What happened?

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[she lets out a breath, not realizing how tense she was until that moment.]

The Queen, she said all these strange things when I met her...but the reason she took all those girls from their homes was that she was searching for a specific one. She said...she said that Huma must think all Gajuma are ugly. There was something she wanted, something she thought she couldn't do as a Gajuma...so she wanted the body of a Huma.

[she's thought about it many times, but while she can work through the logic of it, she's never been able to understand completely. Her body has never stopped her from doing anything. It's a matter of will, not what other people think. But if Agarte felt bound and restricted by the wills of others, than maybe...]

I can't explain more than that. I don't remember much from the ceremony, just that I heard you calling for me, and--then I woke up, like this.

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[A voice speaks from somewhere nearby, raised and precisely enunciated, like the voice of someone speaking on stage.] So much shouting and swordplay. I've had as much as I can bear.

[Then the form of Kuja appears to accompany the voice, seemingly from nowhere. Floating in midair, she extends an arm with a flourish. At once, the harpy is enveloped in rose-colored fire. It dies very quickly. It hardly has time to scream before it's reduced to ash. But she does hear that same pretty little scream again, which had so pleased her when she'd witnessed Gavril killing one of the creatures. She had wanted to hear it again, and so she had. Her act of kindness done, Kuja smiles down benevolently, not that she does a very good job of appearing benevolent. Her gaze is more of a cold and critical kind.]

There. Now you've seen how such things are properly done.

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[Veigue takes a step back when the other woman makes her appearance. Mouth clamped, she watches the harpy's unfortunate fate and stares for a second too long at the ashes before turning to Kuja.

Force? But Mao commands the Force of Fire.

She returns that gaze with a serious one.]

Who are you . . .

[No, never mind that.]

Where's Claire?

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[Kuja shifts into a seated position, while still hovering in midair.]

Claire? A proper name, I assume? Let's see... Is it the architect? The dull and dreary monster? The shining silver goddess, perhaps? [She gives a small laugh.] No, I doubt you'd be looking for her. Maybe one of the silly children? There's the hooded one and the brown one. And there's my bluebird, who sings so sweetly of past sorrows.

My little dead one is gone, sadly. There are the well-spoken ones, the dun and the gold--the gold one's still here, but the other's faded away.

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[How can someone sit on the air so casually . . .

Veigue was never one for beating around the bush, and most certainly doesn't have the patience for Kuja's long-wired -- and most of all, unclear -- response. But if this woman knows something, anything, she'll take what she's given.]

. . . the gold one?

[Or is she just talking about another bird?]

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[Kuja would much rather speak metaphorically than be helpful or easy to follow.

By "the gold one", Kuja means Gabrielle, and not Claire at all. However, Claire does live in the same apartments.] Oh yes, I know where that one is.

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[Not that she has any way of knowing, so Veigue jumps at the apparent opportunity. So great is her impatience that she takes a step forward toward Kuja.]

Where?

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[Kuja narrows her eyes.] So demanding. Where are your manners? You haven't so much as thanked me for my assistance.

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[Hnn.] . . . please, tell me if you know anything.

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I still haven't heard a thank you, my dear.

Are your manners truly so poor that you've never learned to express your gratitude correctly? I suppose if you were raised in the wild, or among brigands, I might understand.

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[She frowns. Veigue doesn't like dishing out gratitude left and right, especially when she's yet to receive a solid answer on the matter. Clues, yes, but there's still more to gather. Moreover, she doesn't appreciate the implications behind where she grew up.]

That has nothing to do with this!

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[Another unamusing little human. It's a fortunate thing for them she's decided to be merciful from now on.]

Your manners are quite relevant, as they affect whether or not I'm going to tell you what you wish to know.

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[At this point, it'd be awkward to just say thank you and get on with it since this woman is toying with her. Is she even guaranteed an answer? But she needs to find Claire. That's top priority. When it comes to her, there's zero pride to spare. It's not pathetic; it's a necessity.

Veigue simmers down.]

I need to find Claire. [Despite the short pause before she continues, she does mean what she says.] Thank you for all you've shared so far . . . but I need to hear more. Please.