Hey there! Did you know that yearly check-ups are the best preventative medicine you can give to your darling CYbuddy? Their health is of the utmost importance and from the Pomeranian to the Velociraptor, it's so very necessary to give your CYbuddy what he or she needs to be as happy and healthy as can be. After all, CYbuddies are the first and last defense in the war against loneliness, so you must do your best to protect the ones you have! You wouldn't want to be a friendless CYbuddy-less loser, would you? Through thick and thin, rain or shine, your CYbuddy will love you forever. And ever. And ever. Do not disappoint your CYbuddy.
You blink and suddenly find yourself in what looks like a doctor's waiting room, completely alone aside from the robot receptionist. Posters line the walls in various degrees of friendliness. Actually, is this the vet? It kind of looks like the vet. In fact, when you look down towards your lap, there will be a creature snoozing comfortably on you. Really, how did you not notice? The creature's collar names him Fluffy. (That's a dumb name, why did you name your pet Fluffy? Be more creative!) If you decide to call out to the receptionist, they will ignore you, but soon after you will hear clacking of sharp nails on the floor as someone -- or something -- comes out of the back room.
No worries, it's just the doctor.
 Greetings! My name is Thelonious T-Bone the Third and I will be Fluffy's doctor today. I will take good care of your dear Fluffy and be right back to you with him or her in a jiffy. You can, of course, completely trust me for I am the best in the business! No other Velociraptor can treat and heal pets as well as I, most certainly. But there is one tiny little thing, you see. My nurse is out sick today and my hands are too small and dangerous to work well without accidentally killing your poor pet. So, to make up for this, I will need you to be my nurse today. Do you think you can handle that?
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PHASE I [ 09 00 ] Welcome to ViViD's state of the art pet care simulator. It looks like everyone is ready and willing to get started -- maybe a little too eager to get started. There seems to have been a minor misunderstanding actually and Dr. T-Bone seems to think that... well, that you're the pet. Didn't he see Fluffy's collar? (Still, such a dumb name!)
If you don't think fast, you're likely to be shoved into a kennel or forced into getting really uncomfortable shots (to prevent rabies, you see; side effects include dizziness, nausea, sprouting animal ears for a few hours and the increased desire to bite people). At least you'll have company since it looks like this mistake is happening to everyone. Might as well get cozy and get to know the people stuck in the kennels next to you while you're here.
PHASE II [ 1200 ] It's time to actually be the nurse! And time to treat one of Dr. T-Bone's most prominent clients. You will be led to, well, a dinosaur -- a T-Rex to be exact. And you will be told that your job is to take care of its teeth.
That's right. Someone has to clean all of those teeth. And it looks like you're the lucky sap who got the job. Don't worry, the Tyrannosaurus Rex's name tag proclaims it to be vegan (and to go by the name of Sir Gadzooks) so it should be perfectly safe to reach into that gaping maw and start cleaning those teeth.
Alternatively, you could make your dental assistant do it; looks like you weren't the only one to get dragged into this farce. The question is, which one is handling the sharp pointy objects, and which one is sticking their hand into that mouth?
Also, it's not really a vegan dinosaur, that was a great big lie. And it's very, very hungry -- now might be a good time to run.
PHASE III [ 1300 ] Hope you weren't doing anything important (like sticking your hand into the mouth of a dinosaur), because someone is now throwing a blindfold over your eyes and hustling you right into the basement. A couple of twists and turns later, and you're being shoved into what appears to be an underground... peacock fighting ring? With a jaunty peacock headband on and none of your weapons on you, it seems as though you've been mistaken for a particularly ugly peacock and have been tossed into the ring.
Look out though. Those peacocks look mean. They'll go straight for the eyes if they get the chance, and will peck away merrily at your head. Of course, the walls aren't that high all things considered (they're peacocks), so it probably wouldn't be that hard to escape the ring.
(Or, if you manage to find your way down there yourself, you can always join in on the ludicrously outlandish betting pool. It might be a good way to get some cash -- if you bet on the right peacock.
Actually, is that Mr. T-Bone in the crowd too? Someone get the quack out of here!)
PHASE IV [ 1600 ] There's someone whispering.
It's a quiet, throaty whisper, and no matter where you are in the ViViD level, you can hear it. Sometimes, it's clearer than others. Sometimes, it can barely be heard at all. But it's always there, whispering, "Come closer. Come closer. Come closer."
If you should gather up your courage and follow those whispers, they will lead you to a... bird. Upon seeing you, the bird will begin to speak again in that throaty whisper, this time detailing the destruction of your world, down to the tiniest of details, such as the look on your best friend's face as they died, or the last words of your most important person. It's almost hypnotic, so much so that you can't pull away --
And just like that, the bird squawks, and it's over. What was that about? Hopefully nobody else heard all of that.
BONUS [ xxxx ] You go to speak with the vet, whether to complain about your treatment at the hands of the others, the fact that you had to play dino dentistry or to let him know that there's an illegal peacock fighting ring below his practice, and before you know it there's talk of "just to be safe" and "you never know what someone with an attitude like that will do" -- which, what? All of a sudden Dr. T-Bone and his receptionist are shoving you into a cone of shame. How embarrassing! And no matter what you do, it just won't come off.
In fact, if nothing else, it seems magnetically attracted to the walls and anyone else wearing one. If one of those poor fools happen to be within a ten foot radius of you, prepare yourselves for a massive collision. What a pain, right? It seems like the cones won't come off until you (and your magnetic partner) get out of this confounded level. If only you could find the exit (and Fluffy too -- where'd he get off to?)
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this kid is difficult to deal with, in a way that she knows she herself is difficult to deal with at times. undertones of frustration, shrugging off that frustration even though it's so obviously still there. a bunch of things that aren't really controlled and redirected everywhere.
it's odd. it's weird. it's oddly sobering, and also mildly exasperating. milla knows she can be too much, and she fully acts that way with a sense of awareness.
that doesn't mean she feels comfortable dealing with similar behaviour--even if she understands. shut your eyes, milla, deep breaths. you won't get your answers if you chase him off. ]
... If he's listening, he's probably just as lost as you as you are. Like I said, this will all make more sense when you get out of here, so focus on that instead of whoever made you mad enough to yell.
[ ... somehow, all these little annoyances have built up enough for her to get to the point where she can just ask what she's been wanting to ask. ]
Now, look. I've done enough explaining. Do some explaining for me in return.
[ no..... that's not how it works.... (also, she hardly explained anything). ]
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[one day he may be a little less combative; after all, he can be pretty easygoing when he's in a comfortable situation. today is not really that day, not when this is happening on the most volatile day of his existence.
in any case, it's not exactly like he's wrong, either. milla really didn't explain anything to him at all, she just made pretty bold statements (and a couple of confusing ones that went right the hell over his head), so he doesn't even know what she's trying to get at here. what does he even have to explain to her? he's so bad at life right now. even if she does have a point somewhere in what she said, probably.]
...What is there for me to explain to you? It sounds like you already know what this about, anyway.
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[ which is a weird half-truth, half-lie as she distributes the majority of her weight to one foot, hand planted on her hip. she shouldn't care, because the majority of this really has nothing to do with her--but she does, because it does have to do with people she... cares... about???
just ask your damn question, milla. as she pointedly ignores his calls of how she didn't explain. she knows she didn't, but there wasn't much more she could tell him that he wasn't going to hear. again. ]
"I never had a world to go back to". You said that, didn't you? [ god, having been asked this question so many times just makes it weirder that she's asking this in turn. but her stance and gaze don't waver, as she continues: ] I want to know what you meant by that.
[ explain your life story to me (basically), prickly blond... says one prickly blonde. it's an annoying request, one she's not entirely sure she'll get a response to (she was pretty evasive about the whole thing herself, after all), but she's asked it.
she's asked it and is currently punching her curiosity in the face in the backroom of her mind. ]
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people—real, whole people, the ones with hearts and true feelings—tend to also have homes. they have their world, their narrow view of it and no idea of the existence of what lies beyond the walls that separate them. they have something to lose, but what does roxas have? fleeting memories that don't belong to him, a world that truly never was, and an organization that's ready to eliminate him or turn him into a dusk for traitorous behavior. even if that was where he spent the better part of the last year, he can't call that home.
maybe twilight town would have been the closest thing, but that didn't belong to him either. he looks at milla a bit quizzically, though the expression soon shifts to disdain, and he shrugs.]
I meant what I said. I never had a place to go back to, so telling me where I've been is gone... it's pointless. [it's not really pointless and the thought that axel is jus gone does leave a lingering feeling in his chest that he hates, but he's actively trying to ignore it, because he can't see beyond the lies and sense of betrayal right now to allow himself to feel anything—if he can even call it thta.]
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what a silly concept.
and yet. ]
When people say that, it's not usually so pointless.
[ ah.
wait. shit. move on, because the stupidity of that statement considering her own situation and the amount of times she's called it pointless are not lost to her (and that's why she knows, because even when she says it doesn't bother her it actually bothers her the most)-- ]
Are you some kind of outcast, then?
[ she says it with a tinge of disinterest, of asking a question just to ask it. of course, she'd just walk away from this conversation if she really got to the point where she had to drag it on, so that's proof enough she wants to know--
--why. ]
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Outcast? Yeah, maybe. [again, it's something she's not really wrong about. even within his own group, it was like he was an outsider. nobody ever told him what was happening, or what the truth was. all they wanted was for him to mindlessly collect hearts and help the organization attain kingdom hearts.] Even if I wasn't, it wouldn't matter, though. I still didn't have a place to go.