spinatalltale | [WEEK 4, WEDNESDAY: Fie]

[WEEK 4, WEDNESDAY: Fie]

[illusions are illusions. visions are just visions. Magilou knows well enough by now not to give them an ounce of credence, and that's why she spends most of her time in this white room wandering from door to door, peeking into people's innermost fears and traumas]

[annnnd that's probably how she runs into Fie. poor Fie, who enters her own door and is immediately attacked by her classmate]

-- hey, hey, hey! What are you doing?! Don't give it that much power!

[TAKE THE ADVICE OF MAGILOU FIE AND DON'T TRY TO FIGHT YOUR CLASSMATE]

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[ Look, she's a little busy right now, and Fie flinches at the sound of another voice-- getting knocked down by Rean who (even in his current state) senses an advantage.

PLEASE HOLD, MAGILOU. ]

[oh goooood she should just. walk away, and let Fie try to deal with this on her own. and yet. . .]

HEY BERSERKER YOU DO REALIZE THAT THING YOU'RE FIGHTING ISN'T REAL RIGHT??? RIGHT??

[. . . she once again attempts to get Fie's attention, in hopes that directing it away from the ATTACKING CLASSMATE will help her escape. look at her being nice]

[ For once, she might actually be grateful that Magilou is so damn Loud. Because when Fie finally turns her head, albeit briefly, her classmate disappears.

The injuries stick around though.

Delightful. ]

[oh brother. at least, though, the attacking classmate is gone]

[waves her arms at Fie, indicating that she should exit the illusion room so Magilou can close the door and thus take care of the problem]

I can't believe I'm doing this, buuuut-- come here.

...

[ Well. She's not entirely composed here, so Fie moves towards her rather mindlessly.

Enjoy your duckling. ]

[FIE. . . once she's out of the room, Magilou is going to slam the door shut and gesture at an empty spot on the ground near a wall]

Sit. Rest. Don't make me say it twice. I don't have the patience for that.

[ Well. Okay. Fie will sit down, then. Still bleeding, fighting off a vulnerable expression, but probably failing as she slumps down and lowers her head. ]

[people have!! too many feelings!! nevertheless, Magilou kneels in front of Fie, leaning in to examine her injuries]

I don't have healing artes, or even the right materials to treat any of these, but I do need to make sure nothing is fatal. I don't want to be stuck in a room for a corpse for the next however many hours it takes for us to escape, you know?

[MAGILOU. . .]

[her flippancy is probably a mask for her genuine concern. since when did she start actually caring??]

Nothing's lethal.

[ she'd made sure of that... or maybe the illusion had? The gashes on her arms might scar, and haven't really stopped bleeding, but she'll let Magilou stare at them. ]

[whew. good. NO DYING ON HER!1]

[once she is satisfied that no injury is too serious, she leans back, even though she stays crouched on Fie's level]

Who was that? [. . .] The person you were fighting.

... My classmate.

[ A pause. ]

My family.

[. . . ah]

I take it the real version would never attack you so ruthlessly, huh?

[she doesn't know, but. it seems likely, if the mirage was just to mess with Fie's head. like the rest of them have been]

He's already gotten that part of himself under control. And I don't think he'd ever hurt our class, even if it did get away from him.

[ Rean's stronger than that. ]

[hm. . . she's no good for first aid right now, so--]

Hey! Tell me about him. What kind of person is he?

[she'll try distraction techniques instead]

[ Fie's fine! Really!!! ]

... An overly-helpful do-gooder who tries to handle everything on his own while also trying to solve everyone else's problems and not talking about his own.