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princess maker - Heart Soldier Senshi
[ When you insert the key and open the door, you'll find yourself in a humble cottage, in what seems to be the living room specifically. There are several doors, but a specific one catches your eye: simple in its decoration, the door has a cute little wooden plaque with flowers carved into it. Though the door is closed, you can see through it—as if it's somewhat transparent.
A wooden cradle sits in the room beyond, which is otherwise plain. Inside, a baby sleeps peacefully. When she stirs, calling for her parent, you are there to cradle her back to sleep. ]
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[ Slowly, the scene changes, fading in and out with various silent scenes—the baby coos pleasantly, giggling jovially when you (presumably) make faces at her; she tries to pick herself up and falls over, but she does not cry; a disagreement between you and her lead to a thoughtful discussion; the young girl carries a large laundry basket to do chores; she buys a pet bird, looking so proud for having earned the money all by herself; then the wall becomes opaque. ]
[ In the middle of the open doorway, a young girl the age of 10 stands, smiling at you. A bird with beautiful plumage rests on her shoulder.
This is your daughter. You tried your best to rear her, and she's been good to you. You know she is capable of anything if she puts her mind to it - even becoming a princess. But you also know it's not easy to become a princess - she'll have to work hard, and she's capable of it but you'll have to guide her hand, most certainly. Better she become a princess than go off to war, though; you could not stand to see your baby girl die on the battlefield. Whether she actually becomes a princess or not . . . well, that's up to fate, isn't it? All you can do is try your best. ]
A wooden cradle sits in the room beyond, which is otherwise plain. Inside, a baby sleeps peacefully. When she stirs, calling for her parent, you are there to cradle her back to sleep. ]
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[ Slowly, the scene changes, fading in and out with various silent scenes—the baby coos pleasantly, giggling jovially when you (presumably) make faces at her; she tries to pick herself up and falls over, but she does not cry; a disagreement between you and her lead to a thoughtful discussion; the young girl carries a large laundry basket to do chores; she buys a pet bird, looking so proud for having earned the money all by herself; then the wall becomes opaque. ]
[ In the middle of the open doorway, a young girl the age of 10 stands, smiling at you. A bird with beautiful plumage rests on her shoulder.
This is your daughter. You tried your best to rear her, and she's been good to you. You know she is capable of anything if she puts her mind to it - even becoming a princess. But you also know it's not easy to become a princess - she'll have to work hard, and she's capable of it but you'll have to guide her hand, most certainly. Better she become a princess than go off to war, though; you could not stand to see your baby girl die on the battlefield. Whether she actually becomes a princess or not . . . well, that's up to fate, isn't it? All you can do is try your best. ]
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[Please hold, hug incoming!]
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It's me! Kitten's here too; we're all fine.
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[Cutting himself off, though, because. Let's not go there.]
Are you okay?
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[ hesitates ]
We probably shouldn't speak of it in great detail here, though. We need to get out of here, before anyone sees us. We can tell you about everything that happened to us and decide what to do once we're somewhere safe.
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Let's get you guys somewhere safe.
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[ this is still a dangerous position ]
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[ gonna give him another tight squeeze!! ]
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[BURSTS INTO TEARS WHEN HE SEES HER, hugging her so tight, so relieved.]
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[ GOODNESS!? But that is a tight hug, she needs like. Just a second to try to get her arms out from under this very tight squeeze.]
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It's okay, Mori. We're okay.
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Blubbering all over her.]
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poor mori. pets. just all of the head pets.
also never show mori her memories of being put in a slave camp and whipped, he'll never survive,]It's okay. We're okay.
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W... Welcome back!
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It's good to be back. I'm sorry we couldn't send you word we were okay.
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Hiryuu is getting a hug ok]
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I'm sorry. You must have been scared, too.
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You're...okay?
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