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Characters: staysclassy and celestialistic
Location: Casualty Communal, Rai's room
Rating: G
Time: Backdated to afternoon of December 12, after this
Description: How to make tea, by Lucy Heartfilia



They were very helpful, Rai thinks as he sets down the communicative device, willing to offer the aid that he might require. He supposes that would be the case in such a situation where they are more or less refugees.

He takes another look around the room that he has been placed in those few days ago, still a stranger to it and all the objects contained within. It would be a lie if he didn't have his concerns about living comfortably if he were to stay for a long time. His basic needs had always been met by Frankenstein, and it was regrettable that they had been separated like this. Never had he taken the man by his side for granted, and the lack of his presence is all the more apparent now. It was quite different, being powerless to such a vulnerable point.

Until his helper arrives, Rai sits there and thinks some more.

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darn it that last line was supposed to be deleted

[staysclassy.livejournal.com]

"Why?" he asks.

They needed help, yet they let them go. Is it because they were useless? No, there were plenty here unwilling to offer their support. Instead of letting them stay and perhaps improve their abilities for battle, they allow them to leave for unknown reasons. It didn't make much sense to Rai.

Though he isn't sure how much he can believe, he did suspect that these current settings had exceptions. So, there was the possibility that he would be gone before the war ended or that someone he knew might end up here.

To speed up the process, Rai reaches up and opens a cupboard, then takes out a pot.

dsjg if it helps, I didn't even notice anything wrong! ;;

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“Though, I’m not entirely sure…” she starts off leisurely, kind of unsure on where to start, “well, I heard it’s because BREW, the thing that brought us here doesn’t seem to have a good grasp on everything. That while it brings people here, it also randomly … malfunctions.” She looked uneasy about the last word, but she decides to conclude her speech regardless. “And I guess that’s when people get sent back.”

"Sorry, I can’t really explain it better.” Lucy nods little in thanks, taking the tea pot and placing it on the table before giving a curt nod to herself. “We can just wait for the water to boil then.”