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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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[She opens her mouth to throw an insult right back at him, but snaps it shut as she catches sight of his collar. She hates not knowing what's going on, but maybe she had been a little too quick to accuse him.]

Well, if you didn't write it, then who did?

[unexculpable]

Wish I knew.

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[Flatly.]

...You don't know.

[Looking at you like you're the stupidest person alive, Ed.]

[unexculpable]

[and he is just glaring right back at you.]

That's pretty much what I said, isn't it? Logically you can assume whoever brought us here wrote it, but no one knows who did. Walk around. Ask anyone. You're gonna hear the same thing.

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[unsure...]

Well, what do you know then?

[unexculpable]

About this tower? Next to nothing. I haven't been here too long myself. There's no information about where we are or how we got here anywhere. At least not that I've found, anyway.

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And let me guess, there's no way out either.

[unexculpable]

If there was I wouldn't be here.

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...

Guess it's a good thing I cleared my schedule before coming here, huh.

[unexculpable]

[Ed looks away, staring at a point on the wall somewhere behind her trying to make it seem like he doesn't feel a little guilty for snapping.]

Sorry I don't have anything helpful...

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No, it's okay. I'm sorry for yelling at you before. It's just...

[It's being kidnapped. It's not knowing who her enemy is, much less how to defeat them. It's the feeling of being trapped. It's being told that her world's been destroyed. That all of her efforts were useless. It's being away from Emil and everyone else. It's the nagging what ifs that question if the contents of that letter weren't true, already trying to take control of her thoughts.]

It's a lot to take in all at once.

[unexculpable]

[He rubs the back of his neck and then crosses his arms over his chest, looking down at the floor.]

I know it is, trust me.

There's a lot of people who don't believe what was in that letter. I definitely don't, but that doesn't make it sting any less when you read it.