[Maverick Hunter Zero]

A peaceful sunny day in the life sphere, despite the fact that the sun was artificial and people still fear for their sanity, the only people who could keep the morale up tend to do missions in the more dangerous parts of the world, and here Shantae was, relaxing while looking at the people doing their own thing.

"I do enjoy these nice relaxing days from time to time, lets me unwind before I head out to adventure." Shantae mused, keeping herself preoccupied by. Reading a book about the various types of technology that can be used in everyday life.

[Mari]

A familiar face will grace Shantae's presence. It had been a long time since they'd last danced together, having thrown a party so wild some people affectionately referred to it as a riot. ...And then some people not-so-affectionately also referred to it as a riot. Something was rather off, though. The way Arle held herself was warped by a powerful weakness. Her body seemed heavy and she seemed rather tired--out of it even. Arle seemed like she was having a hard day. Recently christened as a commanding brother and known because of her celebrity status to be constantly out on missions, it was perhaps strange to find her sulking about. Surely she must have her reasons, but just what on this entire planet could cause her to be so down in the dumps?

Appearing to falter in her steps, Arle stopped for a moment to rest her legs, only to collapse onto her bottom with an exhausted sigh. Yeesh. There was like--a bench just a few meters away. Apparently, she just couldn't be bothered, or more likely hadn't been expecting her legs to give up on her like that. Sure enough, after a moment she began struggling back to her feet with what appeared to be an unusual amount of effort.

[Maverick Hunter Zero]

Shantae looked up from her reading and noticed Arle, though she had not noticed how nervous Arle felt. Shantae would refrain from laughing at Arles misfortune and instead walk over to her.

"Are you okay Arle?" Shantae asked out of concern for her friend. She was certain that arle was not without her own troubles, as Shantae herself had troubles just as greater if not worse.

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[Mari]

Arle looked up with a start. That voice definitely sounded familiar, but ... Her gaze shifted to meet Shantae's and she relaxed, just a little. It was hard to relax when she was quite visibly in pain. Arle turned to fully address the other, offering the most genuine smile she could manage--meaning it was tainted with discomfort. "I'm alright... Well, I'm not dead. Doctor Ciel said I had 'ressurection sickness'." Arle explained somewhat awkwardly, revealing that she'd apparently been dead. It had been a confusing week in the news, with terrorism attacks, Arle's death and then her being sighted again without any apparent explanation as to why. Arle's gaze shifted uncomfortably at the mention. "This is... an improvement, but I think I've pushed my body a little too hard." Arle went on to explain, gingerly shifting her weight and cringing as a jolt of pain shot through her. Her body was absolutely telling her to sit down--if not ot lay down.

[Maverick Hunter Zero]

" I never heard about that, especially since I don't watch television." Shantae said in a bemused sort of way, revealing her obvious ignorance of technology in favor of being more magic oriented. "Though it would be best you fill me in, I'm more or less the only person who doesn't use technology in this place." she added, helping Arle to the nearest bench so she could sit or lay down.

[Mari]

Arle's exhausted mind attempted to process what Shantae had just said. She had no concept of what a television actually was, in spite of having been on one several times. Could they make you sick? She banished that thought from her mind, as it was stressing her out and she didn't think she could reason her way out of that confusion in a timely fashion. The next thing she knew, she was being offered a shoulder to help support her meager weight. It felt so good having that burden taken off her shoulders and then being allowed to sit down. Immediate relief washed over her, relieving some of the pain she'd been in. A paranoid part of her knew she wouldn't be able to get up again, however. Not until she'd had some time to rest, anyway. Thankfully, her back could tolerate sitting up for a bit. "Honestly, I haven't figured out what 'technology' means yet." Arle replied somewhat off-handedly. The word did not describe anything in her world. With a shuddering sigh of relief, Arle allowed herself to relax a bit more, leaning back and placing her hands in her lap. Her gaze lolled up to meet Shantae's.

"Thanks..~" Arle softly replied. It seemed like Shantae's aid had meant a lot to her. "Apparently I... died." Arle went on to explain somewhat awkwardly. The topic of her death was a rather sore one, a decidedly traumatic experience that weighed very heavily upon her mind. It was one of those things that was somehow even more awful than it looked, and she was... extremely intent on never experiencing anything quite so awful again. You might say she'd avoid it as if her life depended on it. Badumtish. "I don't know what happened. There was a wedding. I was getting married for some stupid reason. And then..." Arle began, only to trail off. She could not will herself to describe her death. It was too great a burden, and she soon gave up trying. Those details probably weren't important anyway, right? "Everything... blew up." Arle went on in a rather detached tone. That was one way of putting it.

"I remember... going to hell. Satan was there, and he... is a jerk." Arle continued, once again trailing off as she tread upon details that were too upsetting for her overburdened mind to relive right now. "But now I'm... alive again. I don't know why, but apparently my body didn't handle dying very well. It's still trying to recover from everything. ...I guess I can't blame it." Arle finished explaining with the gentlest of shrugs. The tired mage's gaze seemed to drift off into space, a little smile gracing her face for reasons unknown. She was probably just quietly trying to cheer herself up, given the context.

[Maverick Hunter Zero]

"That may be it, but there is usually one thing wrong in these kinds of situations... Just can't put my finger on it right now. As for Satan... You calling him a jerk reminds me of Risky Boots." Shantae said in acknowledgement, sitting next to Arle on the bench. Apparently Shantae had decided to think this through first rather than go leeroy jenkins through the situation, that would just be silly and stupid as hell coming to frostbite island.

"I think the best course of action right now after you have fully recovered is to find Princess Peach and let her know you are okay, then we need to look for the one responsible for setting you up with that false wedding that caused your death. And if they have an accomplice, they won't be the only one that gets a bad rap." Shantae said in a well thought and meaningful manner, hoping to inspire her first friend to be confident in herself.

[Mari]

Arle watched Shantae carefully for a moment as the other sat down. She hadn't ever considered herself close to the other, but Shantae was being very considerate of her current state and she couldn't see any reason the other might be playing with her. If there was something of Arle's Shantae had wanted, she could have simply taken it in Arle's current state. The mage relaxed a bit further, offering Shantae a less uncomfortable, but still very tired, smile. "I've never been trophied before, but I'm going to go out on a limb and say that being dead is a lot worse." Arle replied rather bluntly in response to Shantae's observations. She didn't want to get into exactly the sort of messed up not-taking-no-for-an-answer boyfriend stuff Satan had made her endure while she was helpless. Thankfully ghosts weren't subject to physical harm, but being put in such a vulnerable position hadn't sat very well with her regardless.

"I already went home to see Peach. She wanted me to stay with her and rest until I got better, but Raffina said I'd recover a lot better if I got some exercise. I guess she'd know a thing or two about keeping a healthy body, so I took her advice. ...Everyone was really worried about me, I guess. Apparently they already sent out a search party for whoever did this. So my only job is just to get better~" Arle went on to reply and explain. Although she spoke of her sisters rather affectionately with regards to the care she'd been given, there was a certain hollowness in her tone. A sort of distance from the situation betrayed how she really felt about the idea of hunting down her killer. She felt small and overwhelmed. How was she supposed to deal with some invisible force that casually plucked her life off the face of the planet? What was stopping that from just happening again? Why even bother trying..?

[Maverick Hunter Zero]

"I see. I guess the only person I know apart from you is Ashe, and I highly doubt that she would kill unless she could avoid it." Shantae said calmly, the palm of her hand facing upward, and within a few small seconds a small ball of magical fire big enough to fit in the palm of her hand emerged, it was warm to the touch as well, considering that Shantae was a half-genie, she had a decent amount of control over her magical abilities.

"As for what I know about the sisterhood you speak of from Ashe, it's just getting ready to spread its wings just like a young bird getting ready to leave its nest for the first time. In short; it's a small community of magical girls that seek to do good deeds for the people." Shantae added, holding her palm-sized fireball before Arle as a show of respect. And as though inspiration struck, Shantae had an idea.

"I think that I just had a good idea... Though I don't think it will work at 100% or anything like that, but maybe... just maybe we can organise a slumber party for all good magical girls. That way we can get to know each other a bit better and have fun at the same time, maybe swap stories." Shantae suddenly blurted out, she was a bit embarrassed by what she was saying.

[Mari]

Arle lolled her head at Shantae as the other described the sisterhood to her, her gaze drifting to the fireball Shantae was handling. Huh. That was magic..! The other had a way with words, Arle noticed. They were odd and out of place to her, but somehow still very pretty. Now that she wasn't in so much discomfort she also took notice of Shantae's appearance. She was quite pretty and her outfit reminded Arle of another beautiful woman she held in high regard. She had never been big on fashion, but outfits like that always spoke to her of comfort, if not with one's clothes than with one's body. She couldn't help but approve. ...And then, Shantae offered her the fireball. She assumed the gesture was symbolic and that she wasn't intended to actually touch Shantae's flaming hand, but it was Shantae's next words that really grabbed her attention. Hold on! A... slumber party? It was such an odd suggestion out of the blue that Arle's tired brain had to really stop and think about what in the blazes was going on. ...And then, it occured to her.

Shantae was attempting to endear herself to Arle. She was looking for friends. A home. ...Perhaps even, a family to call her own? The mage's golden eyes lit up with recognition and a soft, inviting expression graced her face. Her bright, genuine smile told Shantae not to be ashamed. She understood that feeling all too well. It could be awful being trapped on this apocolyptic world away from everything you'd known. Reaching out, Arle would gently take the hand Shantae was offering her into her own, a gesture of trust and affection for her sister-to-be. "That sounds like a great idea Shantae, and I'd like you to be my plus one." Arle would offer rather softly, though it was unclear if this was because of the weakness her body was wracked with or just how amiable she was feeling. Either way, it seemed that Arle was fond of both the idea and Shantae. She was officially invited to a sleepover at the Magical Girl's Society! Hopefully Peach would approve, but how could she not--given that her very sick and somewhat distraught sister was requesting it? Arle certainly seemed to understand what she was doing anyway, so it would probably go over well.