[She really is so young. He feels a little guilty, that he's going to have to hurt her... it makes sense to pick people closer to the ages of his friends, but maybe it'd be easier to aim for an adult instead...
He holds his breath when she looks back, but before too long, she's turned back to the costumes, oblivious.
...No. He has to take this chance. She has no ability to defend herself, so there's no chance of her escaping and telling someone about the incident. It's for the best... as long as he gets one of his friends back.
He keeps that plea in his head as he uses his weight to push against the shelf, sending heavy decorations along with the shelving tumbling down towards her.]
[ A shame that there aren't any other children for her to go trick-or-treating with during the holiday. While she manages to find ways to enjoy herself being the only child on the ship at the moment, she still wishes there were others closer to her age... but it's a terrible thing to wish for. She knows how dangerous this ship can be.
There's noise coming from behind her, creaking, that she at first dismisses as an animatronic that might have automatically switched on. Up until a shadow starts looming over her, growing fast.
By the time Fio turns her head, it's far too late to safely maneuver out of the way. Barely letting out a shriek, only managing a wide-eyed look of shock and a single step... before the entire shelving, heavy with all sorts of decorations and other goods, topples over her small form.
As soon as her petite body hits the floor, along with everything, only her arm sticks out from underneath the display, completely still... ]
[And just like that, everything is silent. For a horrifying second, the world seems to stand completely still...
And then Omori rushes forward, pulling the shelving back off of her, unearthing the small girl's frail body. She looks awful... did he completely kill her?]
No... oh, no no no...
[He kneels beside her, taking her hand and squeezing it. She feels warm still... surely she wasn't completely crushed. Even if she broke some bones... it wouldn't be enough to kill her, right?]
[ Omori, you dummy! there goes a perfectly good body that could have been used for a possession! There's some blood trickling down the girl's head and who knows if there's some broken bones. It's hard to tell.
As he takes her hand, there's no movement. No reaction. Completely silent and motionless.
...
Then there's a sudden squeeze from the girl's small hand. Fio's body jerks awake. Or perhaps, the soul already took its place in the form just seconds after the shelving fell on her. She pulls herself to sit up and with a loud shout: ]
[Omori is relieved for a moment, feeling that hand squeeze his. It's warm and reassuring and he almost wants to believe it could be-]
Ah!
[He leans backwards in surprise when she suddenly jumps up, a little more startled than he used to be during their first cruise. He'll blame that on genuinely not expecting to see this person again.]
[ Her hand loosen and it's mostly just Omori putting in all the effort in holding her hand at this point. She wants to just lay there, wait for all the aches to go away. At the mention of making a doctor visit, she starts squirming around on the floor like an overturned turtle... ]
Nooooo, I don't wanna go to the doctorrrr...! No way! I'll get up, I'll get uuuppp!
[ Maybe she'll fetch a damp towel somewhere later and wipe off a bit of the blood. No big deal! She huffs stubbornly, pushing herself to sit up straight. Eventually she'll get to her feet, but let her sit awhile! ]
So who're you? I dooon't think you're Ib. Or Eleven. [ Squinting at the boy. He knew her name, so. One of her friends? Please be a friend! ] Totally not Pickles. [ Her face contorts as she thinks on the other possibilities. ]
[Omori huffs out a little half-sigh, half-laugh at Mary's antics. She really was a handful, but it was nice to see her being energetic even after the accident... and after so long in Nothing with the rest of them.
He reaches out to brush her hair back while she composes herself, shaking his head at her guesses.]
Nope, not Ib. Sorry. And not Eleven or Pickles... or Mikazuki.
[Thankfully, she guesses correctly after that, earning her a warm smile.]
[ Once he confirms her answer, she's far less annoyed than she looked earlier. Omori might only have just a second to touch her hair before she throws her small form at him, arms open for a hug. Sorry if any of the blood from her forehead gets on his clothing. ]
Omoriiii...! Yaaaaaaay...!
[ Suddenly she's cheerful, which is a look more fitting for her new body. Almost. Mary's upbeat personality might be cranked up several notches in comparison to Fio. ]
I missed you a whole bunch!
[ Ugh, she wants to cry how terrible just being Nothing was... but for once, in a long time, she'll express her joy. ]
[Omori is quite surprised by the sudden hug, but he's certainly not going to complain about it. His smile widens a bit as he pats her back, letting her be comfortable in the presence of a friend for a while.]
Did you really? I thought you'd be missing Ib way more...
[They were good friends, but he knows he isn't her best friend.]
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He holds his breath when she looks back, but before too long, she's turned back to the costumes, oblivious.
...No. He has to take this chance. She has no ability to defend herself, so there's no chance of her escaping and telling someone about the incident. It's for the best... as long as he gets one of his friends back.
He keeps that plea in his head as he uses his weight to push against the shelf, sending heavy decorations along with the shelving tumbling down towards her.]
boom one-shotted-
There's noise coming from behind her, creaking, that she at first dismisses as an animatronic that might have automatically switched on. Up until a shadow starts looming over her, growing fast.
By the time Fio turns her head, it's far too late to safely maneuver out of the way. Barely letting out a shriek, only managing a wide-eyed look of shock and a single step... before the entire shelving, heavy with all sorts of decorations and other goods, topples over her small form.
As soon as her petite body hits the floor, along with everything, only her arm sticks out from underneath the display, completely still... ]
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And then Omori rushes forward, pulling the shelving back off of her, unearthing the small girl's frail body. She looks awful... did he completely kill her?]
No... oh, no no no...
[He kneels beside her, taking her hand and squeezing it. She feels warm still... surely she wasn't completely crushed. Even if she broke some bones... it wouldn't be enough to kill her, right?]
1/2
As he takes her hand, there's no movement. No reaction. Completely silent and motionless.
...
Then there's a sudden squeeze from the girl's small hand. Fio's body jerks awake. Or perhaps, the soul already took its place in the form just seconds after the shelving fell on her. She pulls herself to sit up and with a loud shout: ]
2/2
[ Anyway, the cackling is short-lived... as Mary flops back on the floor, in her new form. This is weaker than her original one? Her body aches! ]
Owieeee...
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Ah!
[He leans backwards in surprise when she suddenly jumps up, a little more startled than he used to be during their first cruise. He'll blame that on genuinely not expecting to see this person again.]
Mary? You made it...
[Ohhhh dear, just barely, it seems.]
Are you okay? Do you think you need a doctor?
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Nooooo, I don't wanna go to the doctorrrr...! No way! I'll get up, I'll get uuuppp!
[ Maybe she'll fetch a damp towel somewhere later and wipe off a bit of the blood. No big deal! She huffs stubbornly, pushing herself to sit up straight. Eventually she'll get to her feet, but let her sit awhile! ]
So who're you? I dooon't think you're Ib. Or Eleven. [ Squinting at the boy. He knew her name, so. One of her friends? Please be a friend! ] Totally not Pickles. [ Her face contorts as she thinks on the other possibilities. ]
Big Bro? [ Mikazuki. ] ...Omori?
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He reaches out to brush her hair back while she composes herself, shaking his head at her guesses.]
Nope, not Ib. Sorry. And not Eleven or Pickles... or Mikazuki.
[Thankfully, she guesses correctly after that, earning her a warm smile.]
Yeah. It's Omori. I missed you, Mary.
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[ Once he confirms her answer, she's far less annoyed than she looked earlier. Omori might only have just a second to touch her hair before she throws her small form at him, arms open for a hug. Sorry if any of the blood from her forehead gets on his clothing. ]
Omoriiii...! Yaaaaaaay...!
[ Suddenly she's cheerful, which is a look more fitting for her new body. Almost. Mary's upbeat personality might be cranked up several notches in comparison to Fio. ]
I missed you a whole bunch!
[ Ugh, she wants to cry how terrible just being Nothing was... but for once, in a long time, she'll express her joy. ]
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[Omori is quite surprised by the sudden hug, but he's certainly not going to complain about it. His smile widens a bit as he pats her back, letting her be comfortable in the presence of a friend for a while.]
Did you really? I thought you'd be missing Ib way more...
[They were good friends, but he knows he isn't her best friend.]
I'm just glad you're safe.