First Strike - [Accidental Voice]

[not_klonoa]

[Well, if anyone just so happens to be stupid enough to be out in the snowstorm, they may or may not see one of Luceti's newest resident's braving the icy winds and heavy snowfall. It;s a young girl, with bright, pink pigtails and the usual garments worn by New Feathers. She looks slightly unbothered by the snow, and is holding her journal loosely

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[Voice]

[kendama_pro]

[We know that voice. We'd know it anywhere-!]

[But - she's out in the snow? In this weather?!]

P-Presea...! Are you okay out there? Is there someone coming to help?

[Voice]

[not_klonoa]

[Okay, seriously, what. What!? How do all these people know her name, it's kind of freaky. It;s a good thing Presea doesn't have much of a heart right now, lest she'd be wtf-ing all over the place. There's a deep, deep silence for a few minutes as she contemplates an answer, not knowing if she should or not. It's strange...to have all these unfamiliar voices calling her name.]

I have been found.

[Voice]

[kendama_pro]

[You're breaking his heart a little bit here, Presea, just so you know.]

[But still, Genis is a smart cookie. He can already tell something's wrong here, but he doesn't have to like it.]

O-oh, that's good. By whom? You guys better get inside quick, it's freezing out there.

[Pauses for a bit, and then sighs.]

Y-you don't know who I am, do you?

[Voice]

[not_klonoa]

[Sorry, Genis, you're just going to have to deal until she gets a Key Crest somehow. Until then, she's going to be rather zombie-like. As per usual, she replies automatically. The voice is that of a child, so she has little to worry about.]

Kratos. ...We are inside.

[Presea waits during the pause, then responds again, like the little robot she is~]

No, we have never met.

[Voice]

[kendama_pro]

Never met, right... [So she really doesn't have the Key Crest Lloyd made. Genis frowns worriedly. It wouldn't do to startle her or anything, but this is really bad. He'll have to tell the others if they didn't already know.]

[Well, she's at least with Kratos...]

Kratos... That's good, at least you're some place safe, now. Stay out of the cold, okay?

[Pause.]

... Oh, I'm Genis, by the way. W-we were friends, back home. At Aselia. [Even if she doesn't remember. :(]

[Voice]

[not_klonoa]

[Presea nods to the little suggestion and blinks slowly, looking out into the snow from the window before replying. She's very obedient, even if it wasn't a command.]

All right.

... [Hm, friend. She doesn't really have many of those. Presea goes quiet at the word, and does put it aside for later. But onto more pressing matters. She blinks again, and looks void of all, but her interested is peaked at one word in question.] Aselia...?

[Voice]

[kendama_pro]

Oh, right, you're probably from before we... [... Sigh. He probably won't get anywhere, trying to explain it all to her in this state, will he? This is getting more and more depressing.]

... I'll explain things next time we see each other, okay? When the snow blows over!

[Voice]

[not_klonoa]

[Nope, she'll only remember things that either have to do with her, her surroundings, or if it's vital for her own survival. Presea tilts her head and holds her journal as if she were to close it.]

Understood. Snowfall should decrease in...[She looks out the window and mentally calculates a rough estimate, trying to remember the wind speed when she was outside.]...thirty hours. Information is not entirely accurate.

[Another pause, then, politely, but in a dull tone.] Thank you.

[Voice]

[kendama_pro]

[Thirty hours, huh? Thirty hours before he can get back home, then. What a weekend.]

Don't mention it. [He blushes, smiling a little. Even after everything, it's still good to see her.] ... I'll see you around, okay?

[Voice]

[not_klonoa]

[Sorry, Genis, just blame Luceti for it's whacked out snowfall and weather. That usually helps, and it's really is correct to assume it's the cause of everything bad that goes on here, most of the time.

Presea does not smile, not not return any of his affections, and merely blinks slowly before mumbling a quick--]

Yes, good bye.

[--before closing her journal.]