[Chariot has spent a long, long time looking at the stasis tube containing Croix Meridies. She looked for all of the ones from Luna Nova; every last person, every single one she could find. The ones she couldn't find... that scares her. Could the Natha save everyone? Or are they gone forever?
It's overwhelming to think about. And Chariot, being the person she is, has trouble thinking about things that she would rather not. She was always good at compartmentalizing; at pushing away the thought that she would never see Akko or Diana again. She didn't see either in their tubes. And there was... a lot she was supposed to tell them both, still.
But Croix's here. Asleep. Unable to respond.]
Oh, Croix. We never did get to sort ourselves out, did we?
[She says it softly, but voices carry in here. And then what happens next will definitely be heard: she stumbles back when she tries to sit on the railing, and falls onto her rear with a clang.]
Stasis Unit, Option 2
[But Chariot couldn't mope forever just ten years. She eventually resumed her search for the students and staff of Luna Nova, which led her to another one: a woman with brown hair, middle aged, and with a severe expression while asleep. Professor Anne Finnelan; a professor, just like her. Chariot looks down at her, with a sigh.
It was a relief to see her here, too. But...
She hesitates a moment. Then, her hand drifts into her robe pockets. Her eyes shoot to the left, then the right. The way is clear. No one is watching. She pulls out a black marker, and then scrawls a frowny face atop the tube.
It has fangs on it. And angry narrowed eyes. And also little devil horns.]
Chariot du Nord | Little Witch Academia
[Chariot has spent a long, long time looking at the stasis tube containing Croix Meridies. She looked for all of the ones from Luna Nova; every last person, every single one she could find. The ones she couldn't find... that scares her. Could the Natha save everyone? Or are they gone forever?
It's overwhelming to think about. And Chariot, being the person she is, has trouble thinking about things that she would rather not. She was always good at compartmentalizing; at pushing away the thought that she would never see Akko or Diana again. She didn't see either in their tubes. And there was... a lot she was supposed to tell them both, still.
But Croix's here. Asleep. Unable to respond.]
Oh, Croix. We never did get to sort ourselves out, did we?
[She says it softly, but voices carry in here. And then what happens next will definitely be heard: she stumbles back when she tries to sit on the railing, and falls onto her rear with a clang.]
Stasis Unit, Option 2
[But Chariot couldn't mope forever
just ten years. She eventually resumed her search for the students and staff of Luna Nova, which led her to another one: a woman with brown hair, middle aged, and with a severe expression while asleep. Professor Anne Finnelan; a professor, just like her. Chariot looks down at her, with a sigh.It was a relief to see her here, too. But...
She hesitates a moment. Then, her hand drifts into her robe pockets. Her eyes shoot to the left, then the right. The way is clear. No one is watching. She pulls out a black marker, and then scrawls a frowny face atop the tube.
It has fangs on it. And angry narrowed eyes. And also little devil horns.]
I am such an adult.
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