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WHO: Clover + you
WHERE: All around Recolle, Pesgare, Magatus
WHEN: the first half of April
WHAT: Clover tries her best to keep herself together, but she's ultimately too much of a melodramatic hot mess to do so. If you want to get insulted, come to Magatus.
WARNINGS: ~~None really unless you count that~~ Four is a very extra, terrible person. Violence. Mentions of self-harm.

i. an unwanted new strength (recolle)

a. when one door closes

[ It could be at the grocery store. It could be any building at Recolle Univerity. It could be at the Towers.

Either way, for some reason, Clover is in a rush, and in her hurry, she pushes a door open too hard, and it crashes into the wall hard enough to leave a dent. Or she pulls a door open, and it comes off one of its hinges.

She freezes in her spot. flabbergasted. Her face turns pale. ]

What do I do...?

[ She can't be terrible enough to make this a hit and run, can she? She has to hold herself responsible, but she can't afford these repairs. ]

b. you throw it away

[ Clover has broken one too many doors already, and she can't deal with another one. She's getting desperate. She doesn't want to deal with this anymore. She can't take it anymore. She's done. She can't face the music.

That's why she hides her contraband in her purse, and she dashes (a little too quickly) for the nearest alley. If there's no dumpster, she moves on. When she finds the nearest dumpster, she stops before it. There's obvious hesitance in her movements, but she reaches into her purse and takes out a broken doorknob.

Catch her in the act of running from alley to alley like a suspicious runaway or in the act of throwing away the evidence of her crime? ]

ii. rescuers down under isn't a ghibli movie (pesgare)

[ If a tsunami caused damage, and there are calls for relief services, of course Clover will go. How could she not? How could she look herself in a mirror if she didn't help?

Of course she stays underwater longer than she should. Of course scales develop where they can. The scales covering her hands make her feel hideous. She's helping, but that's what matters, doesn't it?

Instead of a cliff by the sea, Clover can be found at the dam. The problem is instead of using tools like a reasonable person, she's using her bare fists to break it apart, turning them into a bloody mess. If you're nearby and also working on the dam, she'll turn to you, gesturing as if the skin on her her knuckles isn't broken: ]

Will you let me handle that instead?

iii. the upcoming battle (magatus}

[ Despite its cold climate, Magatus usually gives Clover a sense of odd comfort. A curse is not that.

The forest and its whispers immediately take her down. She tries to drown the voices out first by covering her ears and then by her screams. ]

I'M NOT LIKE THAT!

[ Clover can't bear it anymore. Her newfound agility and strength has her climbing a tree in no time. She rips branches from the trunk and hurls them as hard as she can. They crash into nearby trees and slam onto the ground. Leaves and needles that lasted winter flutter to the ground. ]

That's not who I am! I don't want this! I don't want to be that kind of person!

[ Clover can be found in the midst of all her destruction, or she can be found when all her energy is spent.

She'll be curled on the ground with her face covered by her hands, the lurid green light of the curse mark on her forehead shining through her fingers like a beacon.

There's no use hiding all her failures. ]

iv. wild card

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[ Something is wrong. Jasmine shouldn't show surprise. Jasmine should show recognition, familiarity, something more than that vague confusion.

None of that is there.

What happened? ]

What are you looking for? I'll help you search.

[She looks around a little bit, eye contact spottier than it probably normally is when they talk.]

Don't worry. I don't want to inconvenience you.

[Then, thinking about the parameters of her "quest," Manah reconsiders.]

I'm looking for laughter. ...Specifically, to let someone else make me laugh genuinely.

[See, girl? It isn't something she'll want to get caught up in.]

You're never an inconvenience to me.

[ She couldn't stop herself from saying those words even if she tried. She feels them so emphatically, so fervently. Even if she's forgotten, even if she isn't remembered, Clover loves her sister.

That won't change. No matter what.

What would make Jasmine laugh, though? Can she remember the last time she heard her laugh?

A sad smile tugs at Clover's lip. ]

You deserve laughter in your life. I'll do my best.

[ Her heart aches because the last time she can remember Jasmine laughing with clarity is when they were all younger and together, poor and unfortunate but a happy and unbroken family. ]

At least... can you tell me what you remember? So I can try to find the right avenue to use.

What do I remember...? [She ponders.] Of course, it's hard to say what you've forgotten when you can't remember losing it.

[She likes this girl's earnestness. She is most likely not an enemy.]

I have to protect someone. Something. This world, I think I need to save it.

Is that your cause?

[ She only remembers Four saying needing to help fill One's treasury for something, but she doesn't know what that something is. If they really are trying to protect the world.... if they really are trying to save the world, is all that killing justified?

Could Four.... really be justified? No, that's a slippery slope. She's felt what Four felt while killing. ]

Trying to save the world is noble. I wonder how possible it is, but... doing something about it s better than doing nothing at all.

[ Except they're not here to talk about this, are they? Clover needs to to make Jasmine laugh.

It kind of sucks when you're a stick in the mud, the rain on every parade, someone who doesn't know how to take a joke half time. ]

But perhaps... you'd like to hear about a childhood story of mine? Involving some of my sisters?

Sisters... [She tastes the word a little bit. At first, she feels compelled to perk up, but there are more complicated emotions about it under the surface, under the part that is initial joyed by the memory.] I have several sisters myself. [And one brother, Manah thinks, but he's supposed to be a secret. Even from strangers. Even from her sisters.]

One of my sisters turned out to be a terrible traitor. [There's a seed of loathing in her voice, but much more noticeable...is regret. She almost seems sad about it, instead of the anger she usually feels whenever she thinks about ****.]

So I'd like to hear your story... I think I want to understand that happiness.

[ A traitor... She'd hate to think of any of her sisters as a traitor. She doesn't think she'd be able to cope. ]

You have to imagine: we've very young. We can't be more that six or seven years old, give or take a few years to account for all our ages. It's that age when it's boys versus girls because cooties exist. [ She laughs a little because it's silly in retrospect. ]

In an orphanage, we wage war. We thought we were so smart with the prank we wanted to play. We'd wrap up the boys in toilet paper at night when they were all sleeping. We'd make them mummies over night. But of course, we have to practice, and you can imagine how that went. All of us in various states of wrapped— and we got caught by one of the adults, so we made a run for it and tripped over all the toilet paper we used.

[She tries to imagine it, and maybe what keeps the humor from landing at first is that it's hard to graph that story onto memories of her own sisters, even if they aren't the same people.

Still, the story earns a slightly wry smile from Manah. She's interested and listening.]

I wonder which of you came up with that plot in the first place. As well as what she had to say for herself when she was finally caught.

"It serves them right!"

[ She does her best imitation of a seven year old. ]

There was no remorse for wanting to pull a prank. [ Childish logic wins. ]

It's been so long... I think we all talked ourselves into thinking it was our collective idea after a while. It's easy to be sheep when you're young, especially when you think you're doing something right.

Well, if they deserved it, then there's no refuting that logic. [Manah turns her head to the side.] Well, that's one of those things we tell ourselves, even when we're kids.

[She looks troubled, then, just behind her smile. Had they ever been children? What childhood does she remember? She already feels so old.

Anyway, ***** reminds her of someone.]

Maybe you all really did have the same idea. If you're sisters, it makes sense that you'd work together. Were you close?

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