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A. Phone. Early Morning. Unfiltered.

[It's not that Rose is an early bird. She's a rather regular bird, if the metaphor lends itself for such uses, but she wasn't supposed to be sleeping. Dave was supposed to be sleeping and waking up later, as per the effect she expected to cause after that yarn ball throw. Still, she was the one waking up in a place that was most definitely not Derse, unless they had suddenly populated the place with a completely outdated series of identical suburban houses.]

I seem to find myself in quite the predicament. On one hand, I have the imperative necessity to return to my duties, as they played a rather critical role yet to be defined. In the other hand, though, I am called by the Great Outdoors, as this new locale pleads to be explored.

But before I devote myself to that enterprise I would like to ask for further instructions regarding the nature of this place.

[For the record, Rose sounds as if someone had done something of the magnitude of using all the sugar in the kitchen, not displacing her through time and space. She's really playing it cool here.]

B. Streets of Mayfield, Afternoon.

[And so Rose traverses the streets, sometimes silent, sometimes barely humming a tune, but always keeping an eye on everything. She doesn't even bother with the drones, leave alone the adult ones, but rather focus on those that have a certain shine in their eyes the canon fodder lacks. To them she gives more examination time, although she won't really engage in a conversation by her own initiative. Not until she has managed to get the upper hand in this place. Or in its default, to have lost her patience, whatever happens first.

But yeah she's wandering around, go bother her.]

C. Mayfield High. Fashionably Late.

[Like the coolest teenager, Rose arrives late to school...and goes directly to the yard, where she sits somewhere calm and with shade. The day has been too exciting -or rather, mildly exciting- to enter the classrooms; she'll have time to do that later. But it's a good time to have a chat with her fellow classmates, perhaps?]

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I don't think I'm familiar with the trolls' Hero of Light, yet it strikes me as improbably he or she would sacrifice his or her life for the rest of the group. It would be a nice parallelism though.

Now I will have to live up to those expectations.

You would be surprised. You go around the problem and target the source. She disregards the source and goes right for the problem. She only acts more irrationally than you do, Seer, as she lacked proper guidance from me after crossing lines she should have not.

You will not disappoint. I am sure of it.

Sounds like someone with little to no common sense. I can only imagine all the trouble she has caused to her team...and I remember they weren't doing precisely well by the end of our run.

[Rose would snort but ladies don't snort.]

Will you tell me who lives in that same house?

Actually, they did very well. They won. And then the Scratch happened and Jack Noir retreated and ruined their session and doomed them. Or should I say you all doomed him, for sending him into their session. Paradox space is so messy with these details.

A lady named Haruhi, who appears to be a Human Asian girl. The second is your patron.

So it's all my fault; this is somehow not news, all things considered. Yet they wouldn't have aided us in the first place if such thing hadn't happened, for it would have been impossible to avoid the future for which they would need to contact us.

[...]

I expect you to be on your best behavior with them

Trolling backwards, as they fondly refer to it.

But of course. I am an excellent host and an excellent father guardian figure.

Trolling is a art, I remember seeing that somewhere. But it's a genetic trait for them, so I guess it should be natural for them to deal with the complexities derived from the way they dealt with us.

Somehow I think I will need to go and make sure everything is in order from time to time. Not to mention I find very interesting the chance of partaking in a face to face conversation with you, now that I can.

I would warmly welcome you to my human adobe. Face to face would be fine. It is most helpful that I actually now have a proper face for such conversation, thanks to this town. I warn you that I am not nearly as handsome as I am without my true form.

I'm pretty sure that I will be able to endure the lack of manly beauty that surely adorns your facial features, as painfully difficult as such a task might be.

You will have to bear with it. This human body is not too grotesque, but I place it at average. At least the hair is white.

You will forgive me if I start to retch on sight then.

[Really now, it's just a body.]

I'll pass by soon.

You will be excused.

Please do so. You are welcomed anytime in my home. What sort of candy do you like?

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phone;

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phone; I wanna throw Rose at that house D:

phone; she should have sleepovers with kanaya and haruhi okok

phone; or you know, whenever I can canon update...

phone; mO_Om

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