mayfield_rpg | Father's day

1. 1130 Taylor;Backdated to Saturday morning

[Bazett had never witnessed a droning before. At least, not the instance of it occuring. It seems almost surreal. One moment he was Sazh, and the next, he was...not.]

[The man had been a housemate, and in a way, a friend and parental figure. However, the sheer shock of the event had dulled the rest of her emotions. Instead, she has calmly searched for his belongings, found them gone, and drawn the conclusion that the droning would likely be a permanent one. Still, she is able to remain calm until she finds the pancakes in the refrigirator and the note he had left for her.]

[It is then that she has to make an effort not to cry. He had cared for her and for JK, even until his last sentient moments. Sadness...anger...guilt over not doing better...it all hits her right in the gut. She sits at the table, staring at the pancakes and the note.]

2. Phone; saturday morning

[She should have used filters. Under any other conditions she would have used filters, but right now, she is a little too emotional to use them.]

Tohsaka?

[The girl had been here the longest, and would be the one with the best advice, right?]

Lancer? Hayate? Firo? Tony? We need to talk. Can you...talk to me?

[She does not realize how hard her voice is shaking.]

Or...let me go to your house. It's...awkward at mine.

3. Action; all over Mayfield; All of Sunday

[Bazett decides that it is too awkward for now to live with the drone. Therefore. she will just stay outside the entire day. She does not care where she wanders to, as long as it is far away from drone Sazh.]

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[Somehow, hearing that only makes it worse. She has been solving her problems with her strength her entire life. She had been used to being able to stand strong, to protect others with her physical strength. And now, to be faced with something she could not fight off...]

I know. I still wish I could have done something.

Yeah, I get that. You just gotta try to not be so hard on yourself.

If it's really botherin' you that much, you could try and do somethin' for people still here, I guess.

[It's the only real advice he can think of. She's lost her chance to help this friend, but maybe helping others will take her mind off of it. She seems pretty keen on that stuff, if he recalls their first meeting.]

I...am not good at anything other than fighting. I suppose I could try to distribute food or...organize some sort of celebration, but you would have to help me.

I wasn't really thinkin' of stuff like that...

[He doubts he'd be much help with something like that either.]

You could teach somebody to fight.

Like some form of dojo?

You mean like a school?

[He'd been thinking on a smaller scale.]

Hey, that's a pretty good idea.

The problem would be getting people to come. Perhaps if I did it for free? It also depends on if I teach combat connected to the use of magcraft.

You can make an announcement over the phone, I bet people'd wanna check it out then.

[He really wishes Maiza or Mr. Martillo was here; they'd be able to offer real business advice.]

...As for the rest of the stuff, just play it by ear. See who ya get and what they wanna learn.

I will try that. Thank you for all the advice, Firo.

[A pause.]

Thank you for talking to me. It feels...a little better now.

No problem.

[After a brief pause, he laughs.]

Really? I'm glad to hear that! Tell me how everything goes, okay?

I will. And...if you have any problems like these, you can call me.

I really hope I won't hafta take you up on that, but thanks.

This is something friends do for each other, right?

Huh? Of course it is. Friends have gotta help each other out, that's what friends are for!

I was just...afraid that I caused you a little too much trouble.

[Father Kotomine was a priest; taking her confessions was part of his job. But Firo was just a friend.]

It's not even like I really did anything, all we did was talk.

...But even if you do need me to do somethin' it won't be trouble.

You are a good friend, Firo.

[A good friend the likes of which she had not had since becoming an Enforcer.]

Huh? ...Thanks. You're not so bad yourself.

Really? I...I have not had many friends, so I am not quite sure how to be one. I am glad that I can be a good friend.

It really ain't that hard if ya think about it.

[Maybe it's just her job, but she does seem to want to protect and help people, which is a big part of friendship to Firo.]

All you gotta do is have each other's backs.

I can do that well enough in a fight. But I'm not that good at the emotional aspects.

I'm not sayin' you always gotta be touchy-feely and everything. Just... you know, help 'em out. Listen and give advice and stuff.

I tend to be too forceful when doing that.

[She is, after all, more used to giving and taking orders than offering meaningful advice.]

Eh, maybe you just gotta practice so you learn when to back off.

I think I am making a little progress. But this is one of those things that you can't "push", right?

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