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SEA Accidentally gets teleported into the 1800s
Sea: at least this is better than the future
I mean with trump as president sises
Natsuki randomly comes out of the shadows
Natsuki: how did I fucking....... Natsuki sees her
sister R
R: Hi sis
Natsuki: hello r she sees the injury on Rs arm
Natsuki what happened to your arms
R: Oh, this? R rolls up her sleeve to reveal the scar, a half-smile playing on her lips Just a little souvenir from our time-traveling escapade. You know, the usual - dodging carriage wheels, avoiding smallpox, and accidentally starting a dance craze at a high society ball.
Natsuki: we never time travelled who are you cus clearly you're not my sister
fake R: Of course I'm your sister Who else would I be
Natsuki: Then what's our Parents name?
fake R:Unn Lawrence and Alexander
natsuki: Wong we don't have any parents
Natsuki: who are you and what are you doing with my sister?
fake R: laughs nervously I'm just filling in while she's... out. You know, keeping the family business running smoothly.
natsuki: What Family business
Fake R's eyes darted around, clearly uncomfortable with the sudden interrogation. She took a deep breath, trying to maintain her composure. "Ah, yes, the family business. You know, the... uh, the... well, let's just say it involves a lot of sewing and, uh, knitting. Yes, knitting! That's it, we're quite the crafters." Her voice wavered slightly, and she forced a smile. "But really, I'm here because your sister R told me about you. She thought you could use a friend in this... new time period. She had to step away for a bit, but she'll be back soon. We're just keeping an eye on things until then."
natsuki: We are Orphans
Fake R's cheeks flushed a deep shade of red as she realized her mistake. She had been caught in a lie, and now she had to improvise. "Oh, of course," she stumbled, trying to recover. "The family business... it's just a term we use for... for... helping people find their place in the world. Like I said, she's just busy with that right now." The tension grew thicker than the fog that often blanketed the streets of this era. She could feel the weight of Natsuki's skepticism pressing down on her. "Look," she said earnestly, "I know this is all very confusing, but your sister trusts me. And I promise, I'm here to help you both. I'm a friend." The words felt forced and hollow, even to her own ears. She knew she had to come clean, but revealing the truth was risky. Instead, she decided to change the subject, pointing to a nearby tavern. "Why don't we go somewhere private to talk?" She hoped that a change of scenery would offer her a chance to regain control of the conversation and perhaps win over Natsuki's trust.
natsuki: Ok
fake R: Good. Let's go inside, it's warmer in there. And less... suspicious lookin
Natsuki's eyes narrowed as she studied the girl claiming to be her sister, R. Something was definitely off, but she couldn't quite put her finger on it. The mention of their supposed "family business" was bizarre, and she felt a pang of protectiveness for her real sister. Nevertheless, she agreed to follow the mysterious girl into the tavern, her curiosity piqued. The warmth of the room washed over her as they entered, a stark contrast to the chilly air outside. She glanced around the dimly lit space, taking in the wooden beams, the smoky haze from the fireplace, and the rowdy chatter of the patrons. The smell of roasting meat and spilled ale was faintly nauseating, but she tried to push it aside as she sat down at a table in the corner, away from prying eyes. She folded her arms, leaning in slightly. "Alright, 'R'," she said, her voice laced with skepticism. "Let's hear this 'story' of yours."
fake R: Fake R took a seat across from Natsuki, her eyes scanning the room before returning to the skeptical gaze of the girl in front of her. She took a deep breath and began to weave a tale that was part truth, part fiction. "Our parents, Lawrence and Alex, were... adventurers of sorts. They discovered a way to travel through time, hoping to shape history for the better. But alas, they were lost in the fabric of time itself. R and I have been carrying on their legacy, making sure that the timeline remains intact. And now, we're stuck here in the 1800s, working to fix the glitch that brought us here. We've been trying to find a way back ever since." Her words flowed smoothly, her expression earnest, but her eyes darted around the room, hinting at the anxiety bubbling beneath the surface. "And as for your sister, she's working on something very important. Something that could help us all. But she can't do it without our help." She leaned in closer, her voice dropping to a whisper. "Do you believe in fate, Natsuki?"
natsuki: you are lying
Fake R's heart raced as the accusation hung in the air. She knew she had to be careful. She reached out, placing a gentle hand on Natsuki's arm. "Natsuki, please. I know it sounds unbelievable, but it's the truth. Your sister, she's always had a knack for getting into... interesting situations. And she's so much smarter than either of us gave her credit for." Her eyes searched Natsuki's face for any hint of belief. "We're all we have now. And if we stick together, we can find a way back home."
natsuki: [grabs a gun and Shoots the fake r]
Fake R's eyes widen in shock as Natsuki's hand shoots up, pointing the barrel of an anachronistic gun at her. The explosive sound echoes through the tavern as the bullet finds its mark.
fake R: Gasps and clutches her chest, blood seeping through her fingers. No... she coughs, her voice strained Natsuki, wait...
R: Rushes into the tavern, her eyes searching frantically for Natsuki Natsuki, what have you done?!
Sea: at least this is better than the future
I mean with trump as president sises
Natsuki randomly comes out of the shadows
Natsuki: how did I fucking....... Natsuki sees her
sister R
R: Hi sis
Natsuki: hello r she sees the injury on Rs arm
Natsuki what happened to your arms
R: Oh, this? R rolls up her sleeve to reveal the scar, a half-smile playing on her lips Just a little souvenir from our time-traveling escapade. You know, the usual - dodging carriage wheels, avoiding smallpox, and accidentally starting a dance craze at a high society ball.
Natsuki: we never time travelled who are you cus clearly you're not my sister
fake R: Of course I'm your sister Who else would I be
Natsuki: Then what's our Parents name?
fake R:Unn Lawrence and Alexander
natsuki: Wong we don't have any parents
Natsuki: who are you and what are you doing with my sister?
fake R: laughs nervously I'm just filling in while she's... out. You know, keeping the family business running smoothly.
natsuki: What Family business
Fake R's eyes darted around, clearly uncomfortable with the sudden interrogation. She took a deep breath, trying to maintain her composure. "Ah, yes, the family business. You know, the... uh, the... well, let's just say it involves a lot of sewing and, uh, knitting. Yes, knitting! That's it, we're quite the crafters." Her voice wavered slightly, and she forced a smile. "But really, I'm here because your sister R told me about you. She thought you could use a friend in this... new time period. She had to step away for a bit, but she'll be back soon. We're just keeping an eye on things until then."
natsuki: We are Orphans
Fake R's cheeks flushed a deep shade of red as she realized her mistake. She had been caught in a lie, and now she had to improvise. "Oh, of course," she stumbled, trying to recover. "The family business... it's just a term we use for... for... helping people find their place in the world. Like I said, she's just busy with that right now." The tension grew thicker than the fog that often blanketed the streets of this era. She could feel the weight of Natsuki's skepticism pressing down on her. "Look," she said earnestly, "I know this is all very confusing, but your sister trusts me. And I promise, I'm here to help you both. I'm a friend." The words felt forced and hollow, even to her own ears. She knew she had to come clean, but revealing the truth was risky. Instead, she decided to change the subject, pointing to a nearby tavern. "Why don't we go somewhere private to talk?" She hoped that a change of scenery would offer her a chance to regain control of the conversation and perhaps win over Natsuki's trust.
natsuki: Ok
fake R: Good. Let's go inside, it's warmer in there. And less... suspicious lookin
Natsuki's eyes narrowed as she studied the girl claiming to be her sister, R. Something was definitely off, but she couldn't quite put her finger on it. The mention of their supposed "family business" was bizarre, and she felt a pang of protectiveness for her real sister. Nevertheless, she agreed to follow the mysterious girl into the tavern, her curiosity piqued. The warmth of the room washed over her as they entered, a stark contrast to the chilly air outside. She glanced around the dimly lit space, taking in the wooden beams, the smoky haze from the fireplace, and the rowdy chatter of the patrons. The smell of roasting meat and spilled ale was faintly nauseating, but she tried to push it aside as she sat down at a table in the corner, away from prying eyes. She folded her arms, leaning in slightly. "Alright, 'R'," she said, her voice laced with skepticism. "Let's hear this 'story' of yours."
fake R: Fake R took a seat across from Natsuki, her eyes scanning the room before returning to the skeptical gaze of the girl in front of her. She took a deep breath and began to weave a tale that was part truth, part fiction. "Our parents, Lawrence and Alex, were... adventurers of sorts. They discovered a way to travel through time, hoping to shape history for the better. But alas, they were lost in the fabric of time itself. R and I have been carrying on their legacy, making sure that the timeline remains intact. And now, we're stuck here in the 1800s, working to fix the glitch that brought us here. We've been trying to find a way back ever since." Her words flowed smoothly, her expression earnest, but her eyes darted around the room, hinting at the anxiety bubbling beneath the surface. "And as for your sister, she's working on something very important. Something that could help us all. But she can't do it without our help." She leaned in closer, her voice dropping to a whisper. "Do you believe in fate, Natsuki?"
natsuki: you are lying
Fake R's heart raced as the accusation hung in the air. She knew she had to be careful. She reached out, placing a gentle hand on Natsuki's arm. "Natsuki, please. I know it sounds unbelievable, but it's the truth. Your sister, she's always had a knack for getting into... interesting situations. And she's so much smarter than either of us gave her credit for." Her eyes searched Natsuki's face for any hint of belief. "We're all we have now. And if we stick together, we can find a way back home."
natsuki: [grabs a gun and Shoots the fake r]
Fake R's eyes widen in shock as Natsuki's hand shoots up, pointing the barrel of an anachronistic gun at her. The explosive sound echoes through the tavern as the bullet finds its mark.
fake R: Gasps and clutches her chest, blood seeping through her fingers. No... she coughs, her voice strained Natsuki, wait...
R: Rushes into the tavern, her eyes searching frantically for Natsuki Natsuki, what have you done?!
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