folklorist | ϡ - Chapter ThirtySeven; The loss [Action|Voice] (forward dated to the 27th)

[ It was an ordinary morning just like any other day would be. Friday nothing too strange about it. With the event having ended and things going back to the way they should be Helios is more than a little chipper now and welcoming to said normalcy. The cultural fair was a success at least and that's put him in good spirits. And so…when he goes to Ginia’s room to ask what she’d like for breakfast he soon realizes that said happiness is short-lived. He’ll knock on her door lightly at first. ]

Ginia? Are you there? I-I wanted to know if you wanted anything for breakfast… [ No answer. Hm. Maybe she left earlier than him to go to Cloud Nine. No. Something felt…off. He’ll grip the doorknob with a slightly shaky hand. Luminair giving him a sad cautious chirp from the place beside his feet. He’ll give the young dragon a small shaky smile as if trying to hide his worst fears realized. ] It’s alright sh-she probably just went out to, to get something to eat.

[ He swallows thickly as he opens the door and there…his stomach drops. Whispered in one disbelieving, tired, and saddened tone is the word: ] No.

[ This wasn’t…this couldn’t be happening. Everything was gone. Gone just like Giles, Frederic, and now her. The room was so empty and bare, aside a box sitting atop the desk. He knew what was in there but he couldn’t make himself walk in to take a look. Letters most likely, there were always letter it seemed like a lasting impression that you could at least keep a hold of. She was like a sister to him, almost like family, so it hurt to have to do this. Gods no matter how many times you hear of people leaving it still hurt to do this. All three gone and he feels slightly lonelier here. But he had to tell people because people had the right to know. Helios couldn't keep this a secret, no, that wasn't fair at all. He’ll bite his lip blinking rapidly as he finally moves inside and takes out his journal. There’s a shaky sigh from him as he opens it then turning on the voice function. For anyone awake at this hour they’ll have an uncharacteristic somber, shaky, voice issued over the journal network. ]

I-I’m sorry to everyone who knew her but…Ginia Solana has gone home.

[ Poorly filtered to the following persons: Grune, Pao-Lin, Smoker, Ami, Draco, Goku, Roji, Shiki, Derek, and Archie. ]

Sh-She left you all some letters. If, if you want to stop by and pick them up at House forty-four. I…I ah c-can also bring them over if it’s more convenient.

[ Maybe getting out of the house might not be such a bad thing. ]

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Water would be just perfect, thanks.

O-Of course. Just a moment. [ Helios will go to the cabinet and take out a glass and fill it with some water. He'll hand it to Smoker with a small, sad, smile. ] There's also the, um, l-letters as well.

Thanks.

Sorry you got stuck with this job.

It's not your fault. S-So you don't have any reason to apologize. If, if anyone should be apologizing it's the-the Malnosso really.

[ A short, sharp, laugh. ] But I like to think someday that will happen. Perhaps one day it will when all of this is behind us.

I suppose so. Still, they brought back Grell, they might bring Ginia back as well.

O-Oh yes they did. [ Oh gods Grell. ] It's entirely possible. Luceti isn't known for being consistent with these things.

Right. No sense holding our breaths waiting either.

Sh-she probably wouldn't want us to-to do so either. I-I know how selfless she was when it came to herself...

[ So alike they are in that sense. It's one of the reasons they were so close. Never took care of themselves, only each other and others. Self loathing wasn't a good trait to have but for them it almost helped in a way to make them closer. ]

[Clenches a gloved fist and sips the water.] No, I suppose she wouldn't.

[Doesn't make it any easier.]

It doesn't make all this any less...difficult though. [ Oh how he knows. ]

True enough. [An irritated grunt.]

Anything I can do to help?

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