#continuation rp

{BGM, played through an iphone XZ and an speaker: “Plastic Love” }

‘This ain’t-t that ba-ad’, is the thought of the lone nurse of the Zolubu Manor, the 26 year old Mikan Tsumiki, former Ultimate High School Nurse, before the ‘Worst Event in Earthkind’s History’ happened for one whole year, 7 years ago, back in 2039, having an thick, tall pear-shaped body, which would be called ‘exaggerated’ in other universes, besides the sub-type of Medikus Gorgon fairy maid, that are not like lamia, with an lower body of an serpent, of the 18 Fairy Maid Legions, stationed in the recovery room, in the 9th floor, top one out of 9 of the whole massive, and tall, Zolubu mansion, as she gets done patching and bandaging some parts of her female patient. This woman, called 11 thanks to Momiji, the white wolf tengu guardian for the outside of the three layers of bastion star walls, crashed into the forest grounds on her large space ship, seemingly from an dimensional rift, according to video evidence and eyewitnesses’ accounts around the manor, and got brought in by Momiji for Mikan to be treated.

Now, she is done, despite this woman sleeping for almost 8 hours, since that it is only has been 12 hours since 40 a.m., the time when the ship crash happened, with 44 hours left of the 96 hours in every single day since the dawn of this red and green planet, and as Mikan checks her wrist-watch, seeing that it is now 4 p.m. So, Mikan stretches a bit and double checks on 11 when she heard scuffling and see movement to her surprise, spiking up her nervousness.

“Ah-h! She is awake...”

Mikan said to herself in her shocked state. But, in her head, she asks herself: ‘Has this woman woke up from sleeping for just 8 hours? That is strange! And Dr. Kurisu will have stars in her pupils when she hears this info! I got to tell her that...’ Mikan then grabs her BLU-tech Apple tablet from her desk, turns it on, types her password in, quickly messages Dr. Kurisu, the lead researcher and scientist of the manor’s servant staff, about this sudden development, who is in her laboratory one floor down, on the 8th floor, and then, gently shakes 11′s right shoulder, asking her, as she nervously shakes.

“Um, miss 11. You are doing-g OK-K? Can you hear-r m-me alright-t?” She then interlock her hands together, leaning forward, and sweating bullets that she might have to treat 11 more and deal with her condition getting suddenly worse.

Aura was.... just a teensy bit concerned.This mare, whom had ushered him into her home when he was badly injured, and had all but patched him up, was now looking for all the world like he was asking her for something much, much worse than a simple lunch.

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Zorian hopped in an excited fashion as he, his mother, and her superior made their way to the training hall. (Though his mother was still sick and weak, so she and the Tallest were moving at a slower pace behind him.) He was eager to see what this place had in store, and he clutched his scythe weapon (currently in it’s chain form) tightly at waist level. He desperately wished for Fen to get well soon, so she could soar with him again. As he grew up, both his gladiatorial battles back on Jargon and his mother’s teachings conditioned him to be a fairly good fighter. Though, he wanted to become as good as his father, thigh he didn’t really know who he was. But he had heard tales from Fen of how she and his father would train and soar together, and how his father was a formidable and skilled opponent. 

Fen smiled weakly at her son’s excited state, her ever-sharp hearing picking up his quick pace and elated noises. She still leaned against Purple as they walked, her past swell of strength beginning to fail as they continued to walk through the maze of halls. Her blind eyes descended into a half-lidded state, but refused to show her growing weariness. She didn’t want to worry her lover or her son anymore than she already had with her sickness. Last thing she wanted was to be a burden on either of them.

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Purple eyed Zorian, he looked so full of life and so eager to learn and discover his surroundings...it was an endearing view, he couldn't help but smile like a smeet, bringing Fen closer to him, his hand stroking her back tenderly, running up to one of her curly antennae, playing with it. 

"You made a wonderful job with him...I'm proud just too look at how lively he is and-" his antennae dropped slightly when he noticed her walking was slower, her eyes a bit lost, he stopped walking, grabbing her gently by the arm.

Cloud and Zack wandered the dirt path of the mountainside for quite some time. There really wasn't anything exciting to see in this part of the province, except maybe for those strange bird-like monsters that kept hovering around. They didn't harm or bother them though. Zack had sighed and gave up suggesting they should go back to the inn for the night. It was already getting dark. They both descended back into the town which was now almost deserted because the villagers have mostly gone inside to bed. Things haven't changed at all, Cloud mused silently.

The Inn wasn't the kind of lavish hotel room the cities offered, with the decadent flower filled vases and the fancy light structures, but it had a country air about it that he liked. It was simple, and pure. It felt like home.

Cloud was sitting on the opposite bed next to Zack's. His head bent forward, eyes cast downward. It was his easiest stance. It gave him room to feel his own space, but still be in the conversation as well, even if his normally diffident body language was a little on the awkward side.