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I - [action, morning, 1125 Taylor]

[It was very, very odd. What does waking up feel like to a person who thought they were dead? They'd think it was some sort of afterlife, right? In Mion's case, yes. Color her the most confused when she opened her eyes to see sunlight.

Sunlight, no. The last time she'd closed her eyes, it had been the dead of night. They were getting picked off one by one, death by horrible death, by...who was killing them? Who had done it? For the life of her, she couldn't remember. It was someone she knew, someone all of them knew, someone so familiar it the shock of learning it hit her harder than actually getting shot.

It was.

Her? Takano?]

The...hell...?

[So Mion sits up in bed, and rubs her eyes. She peers out the window beside her.

and things got even more confusing. A white house with a clean picket fence? Fresh-cut grass and leaves falling off of autumnal trees? It looked like some kind of place from a child's storybook, not anything like she town she'd grown up in. This frankly all seemed like a type of karmic purgatory to her. Was she really dead, though? She pinched herself and the pain sensation seemed real enough.

In a panic only someone like Mion could muster, she immediately scrambled out of her door, down the stairs, and into the kitchen. If a housemate chooses to come and investigate the sudden racket, they will see one (1) Mion, sitting at the kitchen table with a pot of coffee boiling, singing something very odd and looking a little dazed.] Swing loooow, sweet chaaaaariot...

II - [phone - evening]

Uh. Hi. Guess I'm not dead afterall. Which is good. But it'd also be kinda cool to consciously see the afterlife. [A pause.] Is anyone from Hinamizawa here? I have some friends I'd like to get into contact with. As soon as possible. I need to make sure they're not all dead, too.

III - [highschool, afternoon, Wednesday]

[Your class. That day. SUDDENLY PAPER AIRPLANE COLLIDING WITH YOUR HEAD. There's a dry giggle from behind, the owner of the paper plane clearly very amused with herself. What do?]

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Oh. I guess the blood would dilute enough that you wouldn't have horns after a thousand years. Can you hold your booze like one? I need a new drinking partner anyways...

Oh, they mail us our stuff back after they do something horrible to us.

Of course I can hold my booze, jeez. [That gets a smirk out of her.] I ain't an old man for nothing.

Fun.

...wut?

[Mion, you aren't old or a man. WTF are you talking about? it's too early in the morning for this shit.]

Old man. Don't I look the part? So haggard.

No. [flatly]

Don't kill my jokes, man.

...too early in the morning, ze. Try again in like an hour or so.

That's what you drink coffee for.

Coffee's gross, ze. Strong tea is the way to go.

Says you. I'm not against tea, but it just doesn't give you same morning zing as coffee does.

I suppose drinking something gross is one way to wake you up. But I [yawn] like the idea of waking up naturally.

[And she's going to pillow her head on the table again.]

Oh, 'Dad' is an asshole. He'll probably try to kill you at some point and definitely threaten you.

Bah. You're just strange. [.........mion...........]

Kill me? Eh, I don't think I'm that afraid.

Just figured I'd warn you, ze. He almost strangled me once. That was horrible.

What? Why the hell would he do that?

Because he's an alien asshole that hates people. But thankfully, someone from his world has been messing with those he actually likes, so he's been focused more outside the house than inside.

[She's silent for a moment, gritting her teeth.]

I may not look it, but I'm not too shabby in physical fights. If he ever tries something like that again, tell me. I'll take care of it.

[That is a look of disbelief. A sleepy one, but one nontheless.]

I got magic, ze. He's not lightning proof. I can handle it now. Wasn't so much back then. You need to be more careful than me, ze.

And I figured that.

[She bites her lips.]

Before I died, I had to fight off seven grown, trained men from an operational organization called Komainu. I did fine. I held my own. A lone, asshole alien is something I can handle, even without my gun.

...you still died.

I'm not bulletproof. Bringing guns to a fistfight is asking for disaster.

Doubt your stabproof, too. Let's say if you end up in trouble, lemme know. I'll zort whoever's messin' with you.

[Siiiighhh.] Fine. Then let's just say the offer is mutual.

That works. [She's forgetting something. What is she forgetting?]

...oh. Don't mess around in the basement. You'll just end up getting yourself killed. And I mean it, ze. That's my workshop and there's some really dangerous things down there.

Uh, if you're sure. Then I'll steer clear of it.

Makes me wish I could show ya the storage shed back home.

Thanks, ze. I'm used to blowing myself up, but that comes with research. Don't want you blowing yourself up or [more importantly] messing anything up. Some potions take a long time to brew.