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Ne, has anyone seen Thalassa-chan?
I know she can take care of herself, and sometimes she goes off exploring on her own - but it's been a few days now.
I know she can take care of herself, and sometimes she goes off exploring on her own - but it's been a few days now.
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Date: 2010-11-13 07:46 pm (UTC)From:[He blanched at that.] But I wish they would.
[When the elevator doors slid open, Sniper stepped out warily, the massive space greeting them taking him by surprise. He looked a bit forlorn as he stared around only to see an expanse on both sides of them.
How the hell were they supposed to find a kid in this mess?]
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Date: 2010-11-15 06:17 am (UTC)From:I guess we should just pick a direction to start in, ne?
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Date: 2010-11-17 09:12 pm (UTC)From:Let's just start this way, then. Sometimes the mannequins can be helpful, so we can ask if they've seen a little girl and... oh wait, I know. Wait a second.
[Sniper dug through his cluttered back before triumphantly producing a rather worn sketchbook. He flipped his way through it until he found his sketch of Thalassa holding a fishing pole, newborn shoes muddy and cheeks rosy.]
We can show people this, [he said.] It's not perfect, but it's better than nothing.
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Date: 2010-11-19 06:07 am (UTC)From:That's a really good drawing, Sniper-san! They'll recognize her from it for sure.
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Date: 2010-11-19 10:03 pm (UTC)From:O-of course! [He declared, waving one finger in the air.] I'm Sniper, the Great Artist. So that means that if she's here, we'll definitely find her. Come on, let's go!
[And with that, he trucked off to the right, keen eyes darting to and fro as he took in the the fascinating merchandise at the same time as he was searching for Thalassa.]
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Date: 2010-11-20 07:55 am (UTC)From:As he walked, he glanced around him. This place seemed more foreign than the other two Wildernesses he'd visited.]
I wonder what this place is....
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Date: 2010-11-22 01:00 am (UTC)From:[He paused to absently stroke the soft fabric of various pieces of strange clothing hanging at a booth.] Sometimes people say it even shows you your home.
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Date: 2010-11-23 07:56 am (UTC)From:Though I'm pretty sure it's not like this place. Or the playground. [The camp had seemed marginally more familiar, but not...'home'.]
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Date: 2010-11-23 05:11 pm (UTC)From:He probably shouldn't tell anybody other than Chivalry he was a pirate, he figured. Somebody out there would probably want to hang him.]
Not many people here have seen their homes here, [he said, picking up a cowboy hat from one of the stalls and placing it on his head. It looked ridiculous.] And... well, I'm pretty sure that this place isn't like anybody's home.