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Characters: Marta Lualdi and anyone else--maybe even you!
Setting: Hallways.
Format: Prose or action, I'm cool with either.
Summary: Marta isn't quite ready to accept that whole "your world has been destroyed" business, but hey, who would be?
Warnings: Marta is a terrible litter bug. :(a

Marta had read the letter once, twice--and a third time now as she walked down the hallway. As though waking up in an complete stranger's room, in the ugliest clothes she'd ever seen (and she didn't even want to think about the implications behind THAT) hadn't been enough, she was supposed to believe that her entire world was destroyed? That Emil, Daddy, everyone was gone? And that she had somehow been transported to another world that everyone had somehow been unaware of until now?

"...What a joke." Marta rolled her eyes as she finished looking it over, crumpling up the paper into a ball. That's right. This was just some kind of stupid prank. The whole point of her and Emil's journey was to save the world and they'd succeeded and even if they hadn't, she wasn't anywhere near important enough to be saved. This was probably just some creep's idea of a joke, maybe somebody who was still chasing after Ratatosk's core.

Not that she had it anymore, but she guessed that some people never gave up. Shrugging at the futility of it all, she tossed the paper ball over her shoulder as she went along. It wasn't like she needed it. There was no way anybody'd fall for such an obvious lie.

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[Another girl? It's strange. Strange, but slowly becoming easier to accept the more time she spends here. Curiously, she looks at the paper ball. That girl must not have realized she dropped it.

Before she can turn pick it up to see what's inside, her cat takes the opportunity away from her and launches itself at the ball. Play time for him!

Except that ball rolls all the way back to poor Marta, her cat following close behind it.]

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[Marta jumps at the feeling of the paper ball hitting her, closely followed by the sound of something running up to her. She spins around, brandishing her spinner, ready to defend herself against whatever's locked onto her...to find that her attacker is a cat.

She stares, wide eyed, before letting out a humorless laugh, mumbling to herself.] It's just a cat...

[Well, there's no way a cat's behind all this, so she'll crouch down by it, cupping her hands over her knees, not noticing the other person in the hall just yet.]

Where'd you come from, little guy?

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[For the moments this girl had her weapon out, Ren didn't know whether to try and save her cat or run. Her cat could take care of himself though. She could meet up with him again later. Thankfully, that's not something she has to think about for long. Her cat doesn't seem too concerned either. He just continues patting away at the ball now that everyone stopped their sudden movements.

That's enough to make Ren relax and bit to look over the girl. What kind of flowers are in her hair?]

Who are you?

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[Marta scoops the paper ball up in her hand before tossing it up in the air. Her head snaps up as she hears her the question.]

I could ask you the same question. Are you the one who wrote this letter?

[She gestures towards the paper, a tinge of doubt in her voice. This girl didn't look like she was a member of the Vanguard, or anyone else that'd have business with her, for that matter.]

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I've never written a letter before.

[Definitely not Marta. Unless the Vanguard is now comprised of teenage girls wear hospital gowns with no shoes. She looks over at the ball.]

Did someone write you one?

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[All the tension vanishes with the girl's answer, her natural enthusiasm starting to bubble to the surface now. She pushes herself to her feet as she speaks.]

Yeah, but it's just somebody's idea of a prank. [She rolls her eyes, dismissing it quickly before moving onto more important things--] Have you really never written a letter? Not even to friends? Ooh, or maybe a lover letter to a boy you like~?

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Prank?

[That word doesn't sound familiar at all. She takes a few seconds to think about it before being distracted by her questions. A boy she likes huh? She only knows the one and he's her only friend.]

I don't know how to write. Are you supposed to write letters to friends?