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Aug 7 2017, 01:11 AM
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School.<p><p>

It wasn't the first time I-58 walked through this place but she couldn't help the memories this place brought. Remembering the equivalent of school in her world accomplished something the submarine seldom felt; homesickness. Sharing those moments with the others, and learning —or remembering, rather— those old lessons so they could get by in this new battlefield was... a bit of a bittersweet feeling.<p><p>

Still, It was something she had left behind, even if against her will. Pondering about it, while a good way of killing time was ultimately useless and... wasn't she supposed to be back home already? It was somewhat late, and she still donned her pizza delivery uniform as she wandered through the mostly deserted halls of the school's dorms. Considering her appearance, she was more or less sure that nobody would ask her what she was doing here, or if she was part of the student group. Even if that was a little far from the truth, she looked pretty much like a somewhat young child, so... I-58 guessed she was more or less safe. Well, at least in regards to being kindly asked to leave the building.<p><p>

But... what was the submarine exactly doing here? As she walked on and on, the answer to that question eluded her. More than what she could like to admit, in all honesty; that was for the best, she guessed; after all, the longest she could elude the question, the better right? Regrettably, and as much as the shipgirl wanted to stay for a pretty while, she'd probably have head back soon. Some maintenance was due, and I-58 was more than sure that the faeries would be a little grumpy if she showed up late yet again.<p><p>

Now, if she could only remember where the exit was....

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Miskatonic University was a bit of a strange place.<p><p>

Not that I-58 had ever wondered about it in the past, mostly because she had never been here before. But now that she was, the shipgirl had these idle thoughts about how out of place the main building looked, at least in regards to the rest of the city. Still, it probably wasn't her job to question that; she didn't know much about universities, given that she wasn't a human, nor old enough to attend one if she had been one, but still held a good amount of respect for places of learning.<p><p>

Tad weird, but she held a strange respect towards it; what could learning be, but to find oneself through the teachings of others? To have one's call in life given form by them. Those thoughts were definitely too romantic for her; better if she just stopped. Daydreaming wouldn't get her anywhere, would it?<p><p>

Crimson eyes shifted through the campus' grounds, a curious mind taking in every detail of an experience that was completely new for her. Sure, she had come to this place for a delivery, but that didn't mean she couldn't enjoy herself a little, right? Especially since how gloomy her last deliveries had turned out...<p><p>

Better not to think about that, too. Maybe it was for the best if she focused on the task at hand? Looking at a place where she could park her moped would be good. Did universities had parking lots? Well, teachers had to leave their cars somewhere, right? Wonder if those could be used by people non-related to the university; welp, time to find out!<p><p>

Once that was taken care of, she made her to the dorms, pizza box in her arms. Luckily this was her last delivery until her break, so she'd have some time to spare after doing it; hanging around the campus didn't seem to be a terrible idea, now that she thought of it. Being somewhat away from the center of Kadath, Miskatonic had this peaceful air to it. It felt relaxing and... nice for a change. Pity that the faeries weren't here with her, given how they would have enjoyed the scenery. Maybe she would make a point for the future to bring them outside. Being confined in an apartment surely wasn't very fun, even if it was mostly for your safety.<p><p>

The distance to the dorms had begun to diminish, the submarine's steps growing faster as she made her way in. It took her some time to discern which direction she had to go, and a couple of minutes for her to reach the door where she had to deliver the pizza.<p><p>

Welp, that was it. One, then two quiet knocks for good measure before her voice began to ring through the closed door. "Uh, excuse me? I'm here to deliver a pizza, dechi."

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Prompto Argentum</span>
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I-58 had always enjoyed Sundays.<p><p>

Free days, where she could mostly do what she pleased. Even if her possibilities within the naval district hadn't been many, she enjoyed just staying there, staring at the open seas while sitting on the pier. Or hanging out with whoever wasn't currently in service. Now that she thought about it, she had made most of her non-submarine friends on Sundays; Miyuki, Shoukaku, Yahagi, Suzuya...<p><p>

She couldn't but wonder how were they doing. Were they still in the district, or maybe they had been pulled to this world, just like her? Did they complete the operation she had left halfway through? Had new comrades joined them in their struggles? These and many more questions regarding her home sprang in her mind every now and then, but were promptly dismissed as quickly as they appeared; truth was that she couldn't do anything about that, and worrying about things she couldn't change was an exercise of futility.<p><p>

Frankly, the submarine had enough worries in this world already; paying rent and taking care of a population of faeries that grew gradually, all while trying to find her own way in this new world, and hopefully to restore some of her damaged systems back to shape. A tall order that would take her a fair amount of time... if she ever got around completing it.<p><p>

Now, however, she preferred to store those worries in the back of her mind. It was Sunday after all, right? She'd have the whole week to worry about her daily life. For now, she had decided that her biggest concern would be the box she was carrying right now; a bargain, if she had seen them! She remembered puzzles being quite expensive back on planet Earth, but she had gotten this 2675 piece beauty pretty much for free, or at least at a price that seemed to be ridiculously low for such huge amount of entertainment. Quite lucky, huh?<p><p>

And that was why she was currently smiling as she crossed the street, back to her apartment. Who knows, maybe she'd get her roommate to help her assembling it? That'd be double the fun, even if her relationship with Maria had been rather stiff thus far. Hellos, goodbyes, gazing at each other during breakfast in awkward silence, among others...<p><p>

Well, I-58 had tried to change that for some time now, but the woman just seemed to be rather curt towards her. Maybe she disliked her? She couldn't rule out that possibility, despite that probably not being the case. With any luck, she'd find out soon enough.<p><p>

The journey to the third floor, room B ended in relative calm. At least until the girl realized she had lost her keys; she checked her pockets once, then twice, finding that they just weren't there. Where had she put them? Sighing, she knocked the door gently, hoping that Maria hadn't gotten out; otherwise... she'd be in for what could possibly be a long wait "Uh... hello? I think I lost my keys, dechi. Can you open the door, please?"<p><p>

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Looking at the sunset felt like an entirely new experience when you did most of your daily life on solid ground, I-58 had concluded. She could admit with no shame whatsoever that the reflection of an orange, hiding sun into the sea was probably the most beautiful thing she could behold back at planet Earth, and that here, in Kadath... well, the sun seemed to disappear way earlier, and behind some of the taller buildings the city had instead of over the horizon. It was a bit of a letdown, in a sense, but she guessed that those were perks of spending the majority of her time in a city.<p><p>

Moments like these made her wonder if she should just go there, to the sea. Despite the tales and rumors she heard about it, that a question that seemed to spring back from the recesses of her mind with more frequency as the days came by. Could she be blamed for that, though? A ship's natural habitat was in the water, not in this strange, static sea of concrete and buildings. And each day that passed, the answer she had for that inquiry eroded a just a little away from negative to positive. Funny how her argument for not doing so came exactly from the same direction than doing otherwise; just like the sea was a fountain of all her good memories, it was also the spring that spewed all the murky water of her past that she wasn't willing to dive in.<p><p>

Was she being a coward? Likely. But at this point, the girl didn't care in the slightest about it. A fate she couldn't tread away from was no more, and that meant she could be... anything, right? Maybe the most sensible option hadn't been to completely cut all the ties with her past life —the faeries that were with her aside— and live a relatively calm life as a normal human, but she couldn't deny the results either. She wouldn't ever be able to erase her past, but she could live her future with a semblance of peace of mind. And she was more than sure that everyone else in this city thought more or less the same than her.<p><p>

After all, was there any point on not choosing pleasant and tranquil when given the choice? If there was, I-58 couldn't think about it.<p><p>

Especially when taking into account that... delivering pizza felt infinite times more fulfilling than participating in the glory of war, as her admiral used to say.<p><p>

The subdued growl of her moped's engine began to diminish in intensity as she approached the R&D building, eventually grinding to a halt. This was her next destination... and the first time the shipgirl ventured into a government building; a statement that you could both be an important person in this city and like pizza at the same time. A funny, even if idle thought.<p><p>

A small routine that she had gotten used to rather quickly ensued; getting out of her vehicle, getting the box then storing both the moped and her helmet and getting ready for her entrance. The towering edifice was a little intimidating, but she was confident in her ability to find whoever had bought that pizza. After all, how hard could it be?<p><p>

A whole lot, apparently. Shoes had beaten through the building's floor for... half an hour, maybe? A disappointed sigh escaped her lips; maybe she was supposed to go upstairs instead of downstairs? She had tried asking for directions, but the end result was her getting even more hopelessly lost. <p><p>

Looking around her, she couldn't but wonder how she had ended on a dimly-lit hallway. Walking a bit timidly, she looked at her sides, gazing at all the closed doors around her with slight nervousness. At least until her attention focused on a slightly open door, and the strange, soft moans that came from it. Her first impression about it was to get the hell away from the place, and probably never return. The second, when the more rational portion of her mind took over, told her that maybe somebody who worked here had gotten injured or something, and that maybe they needed help. That seemed to be the most likely case, yet why she was... feeling this dread building up in the pit of her stomach?<p><p>

Sparing herself the self-doubt, or at the very least keeping it at bay for the time being, she began to advance in that direction, opening the door slowly and just enough for her to fit in. "Um... hello? Is anybody in here, dechi?"

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