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[girlybruiser]

❝ You have reached Haru Okumura. I apologize if I was unable to answer your call.
Please leave a message with your name and number after the beep and I will respond at the earliest convenience. Thank you very much! ❞

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[izanyagi]

12/10

[We're sorry for Doppelganger Yu.]

[girlybruiser]

Pardon?

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[khajidont]

Hi, Haru. It's Jaime.

I think I've got a business opportunity for you, if you're interested.

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[girlybruiser]

Hello, Jaime! I hope you have been well.
A business opportunity?

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[legionnaires]

hey.

you okay?

that was pretty uh. weird.

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[girlybruiser]

Hello, Keith.
I am doing alright, thank you for asking. How have you been?
Yes... it was certainly... something!

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[codeoracle]

[Backdated to whenever the hell this is taking place.]

Emergency! In need of support. And an armor upgrade.

Haru. Help.

[Sorry for any potential heart attacks, Haru. She's in panic!mode.]

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[girlybruiser]

[ Slightly panicked!! ]

I can try? But wasn't Akira-kun the one who got us armor and weapon upgrades?

[ WHO WE FIGHTING?? ]

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[lempereur]

[ Yusuke is very aware of what today is. He and Haru have always had a sort of understanding, a connectedness over the similar tragedies that brought them together as Phantom Thieves. Surely, he has some profound and kind words for her, on this, the anniversary of her father's death. ]

Hello.

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[girlybruiser]

[ She wonders if Yusuke messages her due to today's date. A part of her doesn't expect anyone to, mostly because she doesn't want to bother anyone over it.

Although... it's a bit too late for that, isn't it? She's already engaged Goro. ]

Hello, Yusuke-kun. How are you doing?

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[khajidont]

Hey so

You and the others probably know that Yusuke's gone by now. He didn't leave a lot of stuff behind, but I've gathered everything he did leave behind. You guys have first dibs on what happens to it before I start packing it away

Did you want any of it?

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[girlybruiser]

Yes, we are well aware.
Thank you, Jaime. I would like to keep something of his. Like a memento.

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[cognitivism]

Would you like meet Futaba and I at Leblanc?

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[girlybruiser]

Yes, I would not mind at all.

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[queenofseers]

Look, I'm not trying to be your mom or anything, but be careful if you're going to talk to Woden on the network, alright? The fucker holds grudges. Trust me, I know.

[ ...Also, now that she's been extremely rude. ]

Happy birthday, by the way.

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[girlybruiser]

I understand. I apologize if I worried you.
He didn't seem remorseful anyhow. I suppose I should have expected that after all you and the others told me.

[darkov]

Um...Hello? Haru? Are you able to talk?

I-if not, that's fine. Sorry. I'll, uh... [just click off and wait bc...that's how this works...,]

[girlybruiser]

Martin? [ She wonders what's going on. ] Hello?

backdated to the actual day

[monster_san]

[Since Fuu doesn't know who Noir is or how to find her, she has looked up her network profile, feeling a little bit like a Bwitter stalker, and messaged her a New Year's card, with the added message:

Thank you for your support last year.]

text; backdated to february

[andtherevolution]

hey haru-chan! are you free today?? there's something i wanna talk abt when i get home

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[girlybruiser]

I will be back from the library shortly and then I will be free all night.

some hours after Ronan's resurrection, a text with an attachment

[photophobic]

He's back.

[And there's a picture attached. It's a selfie. From the distance of one of Kylo's over-long arms, he and Ronan are looking up at the camera with expressions that aren't difficult to interpret, though neither of them are smiling, exactly. A large raven is perched on Ronan's shoulder, leaning over to snatch a beakful of Kylo's long, wavy hair. Is it to give it an affectionate preen or a mischievous attempt to tug at it unimpeded while Kylo's otherwise occupied? Uncertain.
Behind the decidedly gothic trio, through a (possibly broken?) window, lie the fields of the Meadows— once again full of very much animate animal life.

Dream things fall unresponsive and empty when their dreamers die, puppets with the strings cut. But here, in this world where the dead can return, it seems their dreams can be restored too.]

[girlybruiser]

[ Most girls would probably die getting a selfie from two hot goths. Probably. ]

Oh, goodness! Is he really? When did he return?

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[queenofseers]

[ Cassandra's mostly been keeping to herself, the past few days. But...there's a few people who really should know she's alive. She's seen Rex's post. So she knows of at least one person concerned. ]

Hey. Long fucking story, but- I'm back. And okay.

[ Well, not really. Mostly? ]

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[girlybruiser]

[ Haru, to say the least, is miffed.

She understands that dying and returning to life must be exceptionally traumatizing, draining even. She knows death is not easy and that it's usually agonizing and painful. She really wants to be empathetic to the entire situation and she is, but...

Finding out from a secondary source rather than the main that Cassandra was back hurts. Haru doesn't like to be upset with anyone, especially her friends, but she can't understand right now why Cassandra has been so quiet when others knew she had returned. ]

Hello, Cassandra. I am glad to hear from you. I was so worried.
I had heard you were back already.

after le death star

[darkov]

[to say Martin was shocked to see Rex carrying not just Cass, but Haru into the house after their venture out is...an understatement. truly, it was hard to really focus on any one thing at a time, be it an order or acting on one, and so he seemed as one of those wind-up toy soldiers, always needing a reset to get back into motion before his buzzing thoughts wound him down again.

at least now, after getting the girls settled, there was time to try and understand this. some kind of fight out there...Rex'd go into better detail if asked, but Martin can't really imagine it. the things he knows of fighting is nothing like what really happened, and what he knows leaves him feeling very dreadful about it indeed, despite assurances.

after being sent out to fetch food, Martin spends a lot of time moving between the rooms they're in -- an echo of the anxious ritual he sometimes has in the dead of night where he lingers just beyond door frames to listen for the sounds of breathing. how can he not worry? especially for Haru, whose face has a cluster of scrapes and a bruise here or there.

he'd struggled to remember what food she likes versus what he was advised to get, so, waiting for her on the nightstand is some bread and cheese and some snack she'd had when last she'd visited the house. he remembered what she picked then. there's flowers there, too -- exactly the same pair he'd picked the first time, remembering how well she'd liked them before; those are in a beer glass beside them.

there's also a tiny little ghost -- some kind of home goods nick-knack put out early at the store for Halloween. but Martin remembers she likes scary things, and while this is far more precious and cute than scary...he doesn't really know much better.

this'd be the...fourth? fifth? time he's come back in to check, this time having to saunter in closer to hear and be double-triple sure she was still just sleeping. he doesn't know how she sleeps, but he's impressing this to memory.

this time, lingering closer, he's more fixated on the scrapes on her face. there ought to still be extra ointment left from Circe's batches for that. part of him feels very urgently compelled to do something about that, but another part of him is terrified to even try. he might hurt her, just trying.

the sight of marks like those on her hurts.

without thinking against it, Martin's fingers move to carefully sweep some of her hair off her temple as he searches her face for more harm. before he can almost touch her ear, he realizes what he's doing and stops dead, his paralyzed by a hot rush that makes him near dizzy standing still.

he quickly retracts his hand to himself, wobbling a bit before sitting down on the carpet.

shouldn't do that. not sure why, but it--shouldn't do that.]

[girlybruiser]

[ Haru is having trouble remembering how exactly she got off the Deathstar in relatively one piece. Even in her dreams it all comes in fragments, small pieces that don't align correctly just yet. In all that chaos, adrenaline high and the tension in the air so thick it was suffocating, it's hard to remember the little details. She recalls some sort of evacuation call and droids pouring from every corner of the hall, charging after imPorts and Haru narrowly dodging being shot at.

She had been lucky, hadn't she?

... then there had been Rex. Yes, now she's beginning to see his face more clearly. It had been hard for her to keep her eyes open, the overuse of her Persona wiping her almost entirely. But Rex had shown up in the nick of time and she sort of remembers jostling about in a spacecraft of sorts... and Cassandra?

A dull ache in the back of her head stirs her awake, a soft groan following to indicate Haru's finally coming out of her deep slumber.

She blinks a few times, eyes stinging and watery as they adjust to the dim light of the room. Evidently, this is not her room: she instantly recognizes the lack of French-inspired decor and the little cat bed that sits in front of her bed where Marcel would normally be resting in.

... wait, where is she?

She begins to sit up, but her body is sore and the sudden movement doesn't help. Haru flinches, pawing around trying to find her communicator instinctively. ]

Where is it...

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[maskormods]

1st letter

V

s-e•-:-g-r
o-g•-s•
w-f•-h-a
o•-h-o
t-a-’-t-e
g-c-o-s-r•-r-a
c-h-h-h-m
c-o

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[lempereur]

[ A call from Yusuke means something very important or complete nonsense. Take the gamble? ]

I went to check out the cat cafe in De Chima. The scones were claw-ful.

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[girlybruiser]

[ THE WORLD IS ENDING, YUSUKE... but okay, this gets a giggle out of Haru. ]

Oh, no! That's very [ pause to think of a pun ] unfurtunate!

DELIVERED ON CHRISTMAS DAY

[photophobic]

The package is, possibly, a little intimidating. It's a cube about eighteen inches in all dimensions of blacker-than-vantablack blackness. When touched, because the eyes are easily deceived by its bizarre failure to interact with the light, it becomes apparent that the cube is a solid, but fairly lightweight... box, really, gift-wrapped in a sheet of paper that also happens to be 100% light-absorbing darkness.

Under the paper, the box reveals itself to be made of exactly the same material, impossibly black, featureless beyond a hinged lid. A novelty in itself.

Inside, Haru will find the following:
A warm, thick cowl-style scarf in a deep fuschia pink.
A pair of warm winter socks, white, made from 100% soft merino wool.
Protected under a glass bell, a flowering orchid.

Accompanying the gifts is a note on stark white cardstock, with the following, written with rich red ink in a surprisingly competent calligraphic hand:

A Christmas Gift from Kylo Ren.

[monster_san]

[Haru gets a card with the Rising Sun on it. The reverse reads: I hope you have a wonderful year.]

Futuredated to the 27th (a whole day)

[chainlinks]

Should I distract Yusuke tomorrow?

I don't know if you had anything planned for his birthday, but out of everyone in the team, it seems you'd be the one who would organize it.

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[girlybruiser]

It's a surprise! While he is out we are going to have to move fast to put streamers up.
And someone is going to have to pick-up the food from the restaurant before he returns. Unfortunately they do not deliver.

Back dated; post Lucina death

[cognitivism]

[ He walks into her room with a heavy sigh, dread wearing on his shoulders as he lays face down on her bed. Everything was fucked and he absolutely dreaded what would happen, seeing Lucina again.

How would Haru react? He wasn't sure, which is exactly why he was in her room attempting to suffocate himself on her sheets. ]

[girlybruiser]

[ Haru's momentarily stepped out of her bedroom to wash up and moisturize her face before curling up in bed with Marcel. The white cat's already on the bed, a little irritated that Goro's taken up his spot, so defiantly he simply walks over Goro's back to reach Haru's pillow in the meantime.

Once Haru's done pampering herself she heads back into her room, startling only slightly to see Goro face-planted on her bed for whatever reason. She's not unaccustomed to him being in the bedroom these days, but Goro isn't prone to coming in without letting her know that often.

She pulls the door shut behind her quietly. ]

Goro-kun? What are you doing?