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[prayingone]

[Voice]

[On the morning of the 25th, the voice function of Shirley's journal clicks on. The viewfinder shows the overcast sky; wherever she is, it's outside. While Shirley herself can't be seen, her voice can be heard quite clearly.]

So... I stand like this? And -- hold my fists like this... hmm... Should I say it like that too?...

[A pause, as

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[action]

[oldtreeherder]

[That tree isn't very amused and shifts his head to look down at his attacker.]

[action]

[prayingone]

[Your attacker is a tiny blonde girl in an ill-fitting uniform. She looks distinctly startled to see that her practice tree is moving. Not As Planned.]

A...ah...

[action]

[oldtreeherder]

[Normally in these circumstances, Treebeard would do nothing. But once he sees who it is...]

Hoom... Little princess... [Out comes long, large arms attempting to snatch her up.]

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[prayingone]

P...princess?... [Now, this is where the old Shirley, delicate spellcaster and crystal eren would dart to the back of the line. While she wasted time scribbling spells out, someone like Senel would be out there picking up this moving tree and tossing it far, far away.]

[Voice]

[prayingone]

Oh, the journal's on? [Shirley will halt in her practice to move to the journal. Hugo is free to spot her ridiculous attire.] Well, um... I'm training!

[Voice]

[prayingone]

To become an Alliance Marine!

[my_hands_stuck]

Oh, my, that looks like fun!

[ Grune walks over next to Shirley, and after a moment, puts her fist to the tree as well. Though, it's not a punch quite so much as an imitation of the motion with no force behind it. ]

Hoo.

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[prayingone]

[Shirley's so used to Grune sneaking up on her with a derp comment, the fact that it's been nearly a year since it last happened doesn't register with her at first.]

It's... really hard, actually... I don't think I'm doing it right...

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[prayingone]

[... but then it hits her that it's Grune and she turns to face her, doubletaking.]

G...grune?

[my_hands_stuck]

Oh, hello!

[ She smiles to Shirley before doing another nowhere-near-imitation of a punch. ] Let's see...

Hah.

[goldenfirefly]

[Well, Stella was heading out to get groceries. But that seems to have been forgotten as she stares at her little sister punching that poor tree. In her husband's outfit, no less.]

...Shirley? What are you doing?

[prayingone]

[That "poor tree" will be kidnapping her later, Sis :( But when Shirley hears Stella's voice, she turns to smile and wave at her sister.]

Good morning, Stella! Um, well... I'm training!

[goldenfirefly]

[That simply means that she must be rescued! Stella gapes for a moment, then shuts her mouth and tries again. Something is terribly wrong with this.]

Training? For what? And why do you have Senel's uniform on?

[prayingone]

Well, I realized something this morning... [Here, her face brightens.] I want to be an Alliance Marine, Stella! That way, I can take better care of myself, and ... and Senel and Walter won't have to worry so much! So I'm training to become an iron eren like they are.

[divinepooch]

...

[Humans Ferines are so weird.]

[prayingone]

I wonder what I'm doing wrong... should I hold my hands differently?...

[... oh, she has an audience.] Oh!... hello there...

[divinepooch]

[Hi.]

[prayingone]

[Shirley crouches down to get a better look at Ammy, smiling and stretching her hand out to see if she's a friendly wolf or not.]

What a pretty galf you are... you have such lovely markings.