Mission 11 [written]

[redhairedknight]

[Erza had just woke up recently, and after convincing the people working at the clinic that she was well enough, she went back to her apartment.  Sitting on her bed, she vaguely remembers the sorts of things she had dreamed about while she was unconscious.  They weren't good dreams by any stretch of the imagination - mostly whipping and screaming

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[swordboning]

My dad was a hero.

written

[redhairedknight]

Really? People must be expecting a lot of you, then.

written

[swordboning]

I wouldn't say that but if they are, I definitely want to fulfill those expectations.

written

[redhairedknight]

So what did your father do to become a hero?

[Voice because lazy]

[gomugomunopwn]

I never met mine.

Do Grandparents count?

[Voice]

[redhairedknight]

[Her mind flashes back to Rob, the closest thing she ever had to a grandfather.] Sure. What are they like?

[Voice]

[gomugomunopwn]

Well I only know my Grandad... And I barely know what he's like because everytime I see him the only thing he does is beat me up and yell at me!

[Voice]

[redhairedknight]

What about your grandmo- Wait, what? Why would your own grandfather beat you up?

[Voice, Filtered 60%]

[vulcanblazer]

...Well, technically. I have two answers for that.

[Voice, Filtered 60%]

[redhairedknight]

Let's hear them, then. [And noting the filter...] I take it that it's something you don't want your mother hearing?

[Voice, Filtered 60%]

[vulcanblazer]

Oh, she already knows. It's just it's something I don't particularly want spread around. It's not a bad thing, just a matter I normally keep private unless asked directly.

...See, the thing is... Mom, and by extension, Dad... they're not my biological parents. They adopted me when I was really young. ...That said, I think of them as my real family, considering they raised me, took care of me, and all of the stuff parents are supposed to do. So... I love them with all my heart.

...My biological parents though... well. That's a little less of a happy story.

[Voice, Filtered 60%]

[redhairedknight]

...I suppose, as long as you think of them as your family, that's all that matters. I sort of feel that way about the members of my guild back home - they're kind of like my family, no matter how many rules they break or how annoying they act.

If you don't want to tell me about them, you don't have to, you know.

[Voice]

[there_were_none]

[Very large and lengthy pause. THERE IS A SUBSTANTIAL BACKLOG OF MEMORIES please hold.

Finally--]

...I don't remember mine.

[Flandre...doesn't seem too terribly bothered by this, though.]

What about sisters?

[Voice]

[redhairedknight]

That's okay. I don't remember much about mine, either.

Sure, that will work.

[Voice]

[there_were_none]

I love my sister! She takes care of me~

[...and locked her in a basement for like five centuries but shhh.]

[Voice]

[redhairedknight]

Is your sister here, then?

[It was for her own good. Probably.]

[1week_wizard]

... Quiet. They kept to themselves most of the time.

[redhairedknight]

Were they at least nice to you when they did speak to you? [Her only experience with a parent like that would be Lucy's father, and he... wasn't the best example of a parent, to put it lightly.]

[1week_wizard]

They were proper with me. A lot was expected of me, and they made that clear.

[redhairedknight]

And what sort of things did they expect of you?