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|| Azalea|| Nano.ripe ||
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Carter was an idiot. "Winter, I believe he is aware of that fact." He was laughing now, despite how tired he was, he was still energetic and animated. It was odd - Elise never considered someone like Carter worthy of friendship before. He was always weak, and a bit stupid. Someone with no potential to grow the way Winter had, or the talent to be strong. But here he was, proving her wrong on both counts. "Don't I know it? But I'm a cute idiot, so the girls can't get enough of me." He drank his juice, lounging as Bianca drove through the streets, the Chrysanthemum lively and alive only two years after the apocalypse. Winter talked about her issues and Elise and Carter both said their pieces. It seemed Winter was going to give this more thought then.
With that settled, their next destination was made. A beautiful building with a dome-like roof. Anyone who lived in the Chrysanthemum knew what this was. "They're selling recordings of your past performances. It sells like hotcakes." Carter grinned, showing them the ads on his holo, projected onto the leathery seats of the limosine. "Everyone wants a piece of the Winter before she was a Vassal. Do you want to argue your rights?" Elise felt a little bit annoyed. Was that not a legal violation of sorts? "We can just threaten them, it would be easier." Her ruby eyes gleamed at the idea of putting fear into someone's soul again, something she missed doing since becoming a Servant. "No one would fight back against an Heir." Which she was not, but she could certainly act as if she was.
Timothy, one of the noble orphans, and the only one around Elise's age left alive other than Claude. The others were younger, but even they were trying their best to survive with their fortunes and inheritances. Timothy Green was leaner now, but still a little bit on the shorter side. He never was one to care much for being fancy like a noble - he dressed and acted like any normal commoner. Elise did not respect him, but he still survived. He even helped them in the final battle, turning off the cannons at the Government Building. "Hello." Elise said simply, her opinion still mixed on the smiling boy. Man. "Sure! I was about to - but this is way more important! Just let me tell the manager that I'm suddenly a little busy, so I can't attend practice..."
The Opal. An idea was running through Elise's mind then. She turned to Winter when Timothy began walking and showing them all the new additions and rebuild hallways and rooms. "If Oliver wishes to give hope, what better opportunity is there before dinner?" A sly little smile was on the black eagle's face. "What if you played music so fantastic, it could only be music made by you? Would that not be better than any speech?" Bianca sighed, looking upset. "But then the streets would flood as people rush here to try and see you." She objected to that idea, but Carter smiled sweetly. "But isn't that where the fun of life is? That's why you're here, Bi, you're an expert at escaping crowds!" Bianca went silent but it was clear she was suffering greatly already.