heaven / firefly

[midway]

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weekend 0, saturday, cafe

[midway]

[ They are in the cutest cafe on earth. Claude is probably fixing himself a meal, because he likes to eat, but he'll pause to greet her. ]

Hey, Samuel. Looking for a bite to eat?

[fightolive]

[On earth and in heaven, look at all these little critters.]

I am. Everything here looks so cute.

[These little bunny buns!]

[midway]

Here's hoping it actually tastes as good as it looks. You wanna join me.

[ He has acquired curry! ]

Week 0: Monday

[fightolive]

[ Firefly's at the beach! Still fully dressed, no swimsuit, but looking out at the ocean and watching it ebb and flow.

When Claude comes up, she will idly take his hand in hers. ]

It's really pretty, isn't it?

[midway]

[ Oh! Looks at their joined hands in awe...

Before remembering something and teasingly narrowing his eyes at her. ]

It sure is, liar.

[fightolive]

[She smiles in return.]

It's not really a lie if I go by both of them.

week 1, monday, evening

[midway]

[ IT'S COLD AGAIN puts his coat back on as the setting changes to Halloween.

He looks curious. ]

This isn't one I'm familiar with.

[fightolive]

[ She's wearing this with an overcoat, scarf, and is in the process of putting on some gloves. ]

I haven't seen it before either.

[midway]

[ CUTE ]

No? That's surprising for someone from the "planet of festivals".

W2: Monday

[fightolive]

[ New week, new location, new... clothes?

Whatever is going on, she's made her way to the flower garden and is in the process of touching all these plants. ]

It's so beautiful...

[midway]

[ Um. Sorry, he's going to focus on that. ]

... What're you wearing there, Firefly?

[fightolive]

[She's looking around, because he can't be talking to her. Right?

There's nobody else here.]

...

Me?

W3: Monday

[fightolive]

[ Sometimes you open a door, and it leads directly into a mirror room, and you're too surprised to turn and leave immediately.

To 2:50

You are exhausted, housed inside of your Fyrefly type-IV armor. Even standing atop a mountain of True Stings, you haven't made a dent in them. You've fought your way through so many of their reinforcement, but the Aeon of Propagation never rests and THEIR blessing is endless.

There are so many of them, they've blotted out the sky.

The noise of a laser, an explosion. The buzzing as the Swarm flies and attacks you, you punch and kick and shoot at them,

"Forward! Forward!" 
"Requesting reinforcements!"

You lose your balance as another comes at you from behind. Another Type-IV unit comes to your rescue.

"On your feet. The target's straight ahead. Keep pushing forward."

There's only one thing to do, and that's follow the orders given. 

"Affirmative," you reply, quickly following their lead. 

Now there's a group of you, charging ahead, going towards the biggest explosion on the battlefield. Even as you run, you see more corpses, more explosions. Nothing uncommon, when it comes to a battlefield. You stay on your feet, but your fellows are not as lucky, you see one go down, body unable to survive the endless assault.

Another one, gone.

Finally you see the source of all the smaller Stings, looming above you, impossibly gigantic. The Swarm Mother.

The comrade at your back shouts their plan. "Whoever's still alive, cover me. I'm going for the Swarm Mother."

"Copy."

You're given a device with a red light. Unfamiliar. As you hold it, a holograph and information pops out.

"Activate it when you see the signal." With that, they're gone, rushing towards the Swarm Mother in motion- and then in another second, impaled on a limb. They're still alive, tearing off their mask, throwing it into onto the Mother, hoping to hit just the right spot. You see their body twitch, struggling to speak. "Now commencing... scorched-earth operations... For Her Majesty!"

You echo them, because all of this has always been- "For Her Majesty!"

The device in your hand switches from red to yellow and you do as you're asked. That's' the signal. You activate it.

The explosion is massive, tearing away earth, beetles, your armor.

Everything, everyone, incinerated. ]

[midway]

[ Exhausting. Weary. Claude can feel it down to his bones as the memory comes and fades back, with nothing but the distorted mirrors in their wake.

He looks over at Firefly. ]

I'm sorry. You must've been afraid.

[fightolive]

[ She stands right next to a mirror and the current version of her doesn't look as exhausted, so much as she is surprised to see all of this playing out in front of her. ]

It was a difficult time.

[ That's underselling it. ]

week 4, monday, forest

[midway]

[ So pink... ]

Is it just me, or does this place smell like sugar?

[fightolive]

It's very sugar forward. Do you have a sweet tooth?

W5: Monday

[fightolive]

[ She's aimlessly walking through the forest in the forest gate. ]

Do you know how to get out of here?

[ Her sense of direction is usually fine, but today?

She is lost. ]

[midway]

... Are you lost?

[ ??? ]

Week 6: Monday

[fightolive]

[ New week, new locations. The bar was so disappointing, even for somebody who barely drinks.

Now, to go to the roller rink- Oh, this one's new.

She's looking at the skates and considering the rink. ]

Ever seen something like this before?

[midway]

[ Claude is just like... Wow. So many lights and loud noises. ]

Not exactly. It reminds me of the arcade in the beach though.

[ Holds up a skate.

Why would anyone wear this? ]

week 6, thursday, health centre

[midway]

[ Hello! He will peek in to see how she's doing...

Is she awake and resting like a good patient? ]

[fightolive]

[ She sure is!

She's even still in bed. As for her thoughts, they seem elsewhere, nothing to pick up on at the moment. ]

W7: Saturday

[fightolive]

Ready to leave this place?

[midway]

I sure am. But before that...

[ offers her one nicely roasted potato and one extremely dubious approximation of a cake ]