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[itwillbetragedy]

[[Ross is in a garden, leaning on the well he could feel a strong magical aura from, trying to get some rest although it's midday.  It's not working; he's thinking about Dale.  It's been weeks since he was transported, but he's never forgotten her.  Never stopped wanting her here.

But what was the point, really?  He loved her, of course.  More than

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[citywithnoppl]

*The persocom passes through the garden, and startles when she hears the scream. But her eyes glaze over. White hair...just like Fakir Lambert said...

Is this the person Ahiru is supposed to stay away from?*

...Qua?

[itwillbetragedy]

[[Ross turns.]]

Oh, salutations and greetings. A madam Ahiru, are you not?

[danceabitch]

[Ahiru thought she had heard a scream a few minutes earlier, but in her investigation the young man was the first thing she had found. He certainly didn't look like he was in trouble. He looked a bit like Mytho, actually, but something seemed... different.]

Oh, um, hello! Did you hear somebody scream earlier?

[itwillbetragedy]

Apologies, that happened to be me. I thought I heard saw a double of mine. As far as I know, there aren't any!

My name's Ross.

[[He puts out his hand.]]

[danceabitch]

[She looks a bit surprised.]

Oh. I thought you looked familiar, but maybe I'm just...

Anyway, it's nice to meet you, Mr. Ross! I'm Ahiru!

[She takes his hand and tries to shake it awkwardly.]

[letmenomyou]

[[A very upset Nibbles is staring at you.]]

[itwillbetragedy]

[[Ross sees her, then turns and begins to walk away from the well.]]

[letmenomyou]

[[She doesn't follow him or try to stop him, but she does speak.]]

...I don't hate you, y'know. I said I wouldn't hate you, remember?

[itwillbetragedy]

[[He stops walking, his entire body trembling. He can't risk turning around.]]

Are you sure you do not hate me, madam, because you are not real? Because just as I controlled you before, stilling your body, I now have grip on your feelings? Are you allowed to hate me? Are you allowed to care about me?

It's wrong. It's wrong that I should have to question these things. You have hurt me more than I have hurt you. It's damn selfish to say, but true.

Salutations. Good day. Goodbye.

[[He starts to leave again.]]

[duchesstutu]

[[The Duchess Tutu doesn't hear the screaming, but approaches with delicate steps, her hair tied back up into its braid. She is still garbed in the shining green dress.]] ...Drosselmeyer?

[itwillbetragedy]

[[He smiles.]]

Ahiru. I have a picnic set up for us in the gazebo. Come.

[[He takes her hand.]]

[duchesstutu]

[[She allows him to lead her without question.]] A...picnic sounds lovely...

[itwillbetragedy]

[[They thread through the maze. Slowly, once they round each corner, a wall of hedge springs up to close it off. By the time they reach the gazebo, the hedge maze has been transformed into an impenetrable labyrinth.

Sitting in the middle of the gazebo is a lush picnic, complete with an array of fruits, meats, and a wine bottle with glasses.

Ross gestures to the stairs.]]

Sit.