Twelth Strike - [Action]

[not_klonoa]

[It's been a long time since Presea returned from her kidnapping, in a rather poor condition. She'd been resting, and recovering for a long time, her Cruxis Crystal having taken a great deal of time to fix itself. But now, the girl has finally awakened, but not without her "recovery" having taken a toll on her body

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[salvationfound]

[Kratos heard her coming, and so he wasn't surprised to see her barge into his room, although this is still disturbing his reading. He watches her from his chair by the bookcases, making note of her movements and her attempts to make his bed even though he already made it clean and precise. Once she stands and heads out, however, he follows her, and hovers in his doorway as he asks:]

Where are you going?

[not_klonoa]

[The presence had registered, but Presea didn't pay it any attention up until now. Pausing with her hand on the doorknob, she doesn't look back and replies after a beat of silence.]

...Cutting wood.

[And out the goes.]

[salvationfound]

[Presea we don't need any more wood. Kratos follows to stand in the other doorway now.]

Stop. You will return at once.

[not_klonoa]

[This wood isn't for you anyway. Presea doesn't buckle at all. She looks up at Kratos lazily and blinks once. We don't exactly like your tone, mister.]

Move.

[salvationfound]

You've not finished. [Hell no he won't move; he crosses his arms for emphasis on this.] There is still a room that you need to clean.

[not_klonoa]

[Good boy, Kratos. Presea can't complete her routine by skipping over one step on her list of chose, it throws her off balance. She leans her axe against the wall and then stares up at him.]

...Understood. Where?

[salvationfound]

[... Ugh. He doesn't want to do this, but he feels like he has no choice.]

Come with me.

[Well, first they'll stop by his room to get the key, but then... he'll lead her upstairs to the room that was always off limits, even to him; Lloyd's old room.

Inside, they'll find a huge mess. Kratos didn't even touch this room after Lloyd left, and so the leftovers of his chaotic panic to find his son remain. The bed is overturned, the sheets are in a jumbled mess to the side, the drawers have all been taken out and knocked over... It looks as if a tornado hit the place, and that isn't including the dust.

Kratos stands in the doorway and crosses his arms again, an unpleasant frown on his face as the memories return to him.]

Be very careful with this room.

[not_klonoa]

[Presea follows silently and a comfortable distance, and once she's presented with the disaster that is Lloyd's room, she blinks once, assessing the true weight of her task. This was definitely going to take her a long time. His words register late and Presea nods to his little command.]

All right...

[And she scampers to get a waste bin, broom, and cloth. First thing's first. Presea kneels and begins to go through the things on the floor, an array of papers and various objects, and organizes them as best she can. She tosses what she thinks to be trash in the waste bin, moving around quickly, but carefully, like he instructed. Anything you want to keep, make sure you tell her beforehand, mister.]