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【ɗιαƖσgυє cσƖσя:#0C94CC ♙ тнσυgнт cσƖσя #CC0C2E】
|| Azalea|| Nano.ripe ||
Public opinion was very divided at the moment. Some people believed the first news story, and claimed that Winter Matsuri was dangerous. In particular, there was a family known as the Peller family, who had a daughter that wanted to be a famous pianist. Nino Peller got second place often, and was discouraged from trying at the Opal's recent competition. Her parents were the most vehement supporters of the theory that Winter Matsuri was a national threat. On the other hand, the students of the Chrysanthemum City Center were trying to spread the word that Winter was just an unfortunate girl who received a hard lot in life. Both ideas were popular, but more popular still were those who refused to believe either side and chose to withhold judgment, waiting to see what other news would come out.
A message came to Elise's phone the day after her attempt to lure out the Slithers from the shadows. She was invited to talk to Winter. Was it a one time thing, or was something else happening? Was this a result of her own work, or was someone else pulling the strings? "Elise, are you dressed?" She stared angrily at her brother. "How can I dress myself with this arm?" It was still in a cast, making everything difficult. Claude snickered for some reason and helped dress her like he did all the other mornings. "Alright, you're good to go. Winter never reached out before, so maybe we can do something." He frowned, slumping a little. "What? We don't have time for you to get sad. This is my sanctuary time that I'm sacrificing for you." Her brother seemed a little deflated. "Why me though? Winter made it clear she hated me. I - I don't mind that. I'm still doing what's right, I don't want any rewards for it." Still, he looked puzzled. 'Why would she reach out to me?"
"If you want to know, you'll go." Was Elise's unsympathetic answer.
That was how the Von Hresvelg half-siblings found themselves in front of a small modest little flat (at least to their eyes). There were guards here, and they were allowed through the two sides of people. Mercedes and Serenity weren't here, it seemed they were still debating amongst themselves. Ignoring the support and the jeers, Elise kept her head high and entered the building. 012 and 009 were standing side by side, taking their bags and checking them over. The rain was still pouring - how had they not figured it out yet - and they were cleared for any contraband or weapons. "Don't talk about the Slithers." 012 reminded Elise and she nodded, she didn't need to be told that.
A room was set up. There were a few chairs, there were some paintings on the wall of things Elise didn't care about. Not only that, but there were even some potted plants. Elise almost found it funny how hard they tried to make this room comfortable but really, it all felt plastic to her. If they wanted help making a sanctuary of a room, they would ask Elise how to do it. She faced a gentle smile and waved at Winter. "Hey! I'm glad to finally see you! How have you been!" Claude stared at her before realizing and he nodded, forcing his own smile but he while he was naturally glib, he wasn't the actress his sister was. "Hope you're not taking things too hard. We'll clear your name and calm things down, so don't worry about a thing, alright?"
"Though I'm sure Winter doesn't want to talk about anything boring like that." What kind of talk was this? Did the psychologist think a monitored non-private talk would be any good for Winter at all? "012 approved of some books! Here, are there any you're interested in reading?" What she called books were actually Japanese comic books, there were quite a few varieties. Some were about magical girls, some were about an academy of underdog heroes, some were about a mute girl and her former bully. "Those aren't books." Claude chuckled, amused by Elise's abrupt face.