Night 60: General Storage

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[From here.]The door yielded almost too easily and opened at her second attempt with an audible crack. Tear instantly brought the fontech's beam into the interior, eyes and ears open for any aggressors. It wasn't until she was able to confirm their absence that the soldier finally shifted her attention to Mikado. "Alright," she started. "There

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Memory manipulation, time distortion, and more. Mikado gaped at her back for a moment, taking that in. He supposed.... No, really, none of that made any sense at all. "I haven't really heard anything about those things," he gave cautiously. "The only thing I know of for certain is the speech translation system... So that everyone can understand each other." He looked at her cautiously, wanting to question more when she stopped at a door and tried the knob. Locked. Ah, too bad. Maybe a different room would be--

...Open.

Again, he openly gaped at the cracked open door after the girl had slammed her body into it. Ah... It seemed... That he was right.... She was a really frightening person at times. He swallowed harshly, and followed her inside, only nodding to her explanation. After a beat, he spoke up. "Ah, Grants-san...? How old are you?"

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"Those powers are said to belong to Dr. Martin Landel," she replied. Hopefully, that made some semblance of sense. "I didn't hear about them myself until the information was passed along to me by a third party. One of my teammates confirmed the possibility."

It was now Tear's turn to be surprised--for multiple reasons, really. For one, she couldn't understand how her age applied to anything. For another, he had revealed one intriguing facet. Regardless, she saw no harm and continued on those points. "I'm sixteen," answered Tear with an incredulous face, "although, as I understand it, the length of time in my world is vastly different from Earth's. I may be older or younger here."

The soldier paused to glance into a nearby box. Nothing of use could be found. "Also, could you explain the speech translation system?" she asked. "I figured there was something to account for differences in languages, but..." But she hadn't known to think there was an actual system.

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...To Martin Landel. The head doctor, was it.... The one who was now back in charge with the military's retreat. Mikado suddenly felt very, very uneducated in this place. He knew nothing about when the man was in power, and it seemed like an unforgivable error to go forward without that information present. But before he would even move to question, there existed something to clarify. "...But stuff like that... Memory and time manipulation... That doesn't exist." ...Right? "That's like something out of a novel

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Something out of a novel... In truth, it sounded fitting. Manipulation of a person's memories could be done in terms of trauma, but time was another matter. There had yet to be any recorded phenomena of time and forced changes; such content was better seen in fiction. "Yes, it does," she admitted. "I don't understand it myself."

Neither could she comprehend the speech system. Tear's countenance revealed an additional level of bemusement as she attempted to work out his explanation. "You're correct. I'm hearing my own language." Another box caught her sight, and she made her way to look into its contents. "I actually never knew there was a language called Japanese."

Which moved them onto her next point. This answer wouldn't come easy; the Melodist had long since understood not everyone knew of multiple worlds. She herself was ignorant of the fact. "Yes, you are correct. I'm from a planet called Auldrant."

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At least she admitted that. In the end, Grants-san had only said she had heard it from a secondary source, much like how Mikado was now. She probably was thinking the same thing. Mikado laughed lightly, a bit tense--a hand moving up to his hair. "A lot here is hard to believe. I couldn't even believe that I was out of my country

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The mention of countries and the disbelief afterward grabbed the Melodist's attention. Despite her rummaging, she spared a moment to offer Mikado a pointed look, before she eased it into one of contemplation. "From your point of view, yes, that must be correct," Tear gave. "Dr. Landel somehow found a way to transport both my teammates and myself to this planet. I assume it is related to his powers. If only we had more information..." Perhaps one could reverse that.

She then noticed the bandages and what looked to be a tube of disinfectant tucked away in a corner of the box. "Just a moment." With a graceful hand, she pulled out the tube and a decently-sized bandage. "Here, hold out your hand."

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...So it wasn't just her. If she was telling the truth, there was a group of... Of aliens here. And they looked exactly like.... He outright stared at her, forgetting to be polite. She looked exactly like a normal person. "So, you..."

She came back at that point, and he obediently held out his hand without thinking. He flushed slightly, eyes averting. It was only her helping him but still... She was very pretty. He continued his sentence to distract himself. "So, are you still human, or...." He realized, suddenly, how that must seem, and tried to backpedal. "Is your genetic make-out the same, or similar? You look exactly like everyone else...." She looked European or American, but other than that, he never would have assumed differently.

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A surface wound required the barest of preparations to treat. Without gels, however, she had to settle for protecting the wound so that it could heal on its own. The task also required utilizing bandages and a tube of disinfectant from a foreign world; she would have to spend a minute looking over the labels on both to ensure nothing was missed. "Yes, I am still human," answered Tear, attention obviously divided between Mikado and the procedure. She then began to examine Mikado's hand for patches of dirt or other matter and was pleased to find it was mostly clean