1. No One Liners: To keep the storytelling rich and engaging, please refrain from one-liner responses. Let's delve into the depth and detail of our characters' interactions!

2. No N*FW Without Express Permission: While m*tu*e themes may enhance certain storylines, please obtain express permission before incorporating any N*FW content

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7. Roleplay Realism: While we're immersed in fantastical worlds, let's maintain a sense of realism within the confines of our chosen settings. Consistency and believability enhance the storytelling experience for everyone.

8. Character Development: Embrace character growth and evolution! Allow your character to face challenges, undergo transformations, and forge meaningful relationships that shape their journey.

9. Communication is Key: Open communication is encouraged! If you have any questions, concerns, or ideas for collaborative storytelling, don't hesitate to reach out. Let's work together to create memorable narratives!

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If you've read this message in its entirety, I invite you to share a quote from your favorite book in your next interaction!

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⠀⠀⠀⠀i wanna take you somewhere so you know i care
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀but it's so cold and i don't know where
⠀⠀⠀⠀i brought you daffodils in a pretty string
⠀⠀⠀⠀but they wont flower like they did last spring
⠀⠀⠀⠀and i wanna kiss you, make you feel alright
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀i'm just so tired to share my nights
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⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ ❝ i know we said goodbye, but i didn't know. it was forever. ❞
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⠀⠀⠀⠀that was until you came along - admin ;; www.roleplay.me/blog/295288
⠀⠀⠀⠀now in its place is something new - rosie ;; www.roleplay.me/blog/295287
⠀⠀⠀⠀i hear it when i look at you - backstory pt1 ;; www.roleplay.me/blog/295286
⠀⠀⠀⠀with simple songs i wanted more - backstory pt2 ;; www.roleplay.me/blog/295285
⠀⠀⠀⠀now i hear a symphony - auto memory doll form ;; www.roleplay.me/blog/295284
⠀⠀⠀⠀perfection is so quick to bore - 1*8+ ;; www.roleplay.me/blog/295283
⠀⠀⠀⠀you are more beautiful by far - connections - wip ;; www.roleplay.me/blog/295282
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⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ᴀᴅᴍɪɴ ɪɴғᴏʀᴍᴀᴛɪᴏɴ
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⠀⠀⠀⠀name - shay
⠀⠀⠀⠀pronouns - they/them
⠀⠀⠀⠀age - 22
⠀⠀⠀⠀timezone - gmt/bst
⠀⠀⠀⠀ojd - may 2017
⠀⠀⠀⠀discord - cryfrnyeon

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⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ʙᴇғᴏʀᴇ ʏᴏᴜ ʀᴘ
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⠀⠀⠀⠀RULES - be at least eighteen for n*fw scenes ,, i don't mind sfw rp with 16+ though ,,
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀if roleplaying then please be as literate as possible ,, i prefer third person but i
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀am okay with other ways ,, make it obvious if you're talking to me ooc like using
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀some sort of punctuation or symbol such as '//' before writing ooc ..
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀try to somewhat match my length if possible but i understand sometimes there
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀will be times when it's not the easiest to match and i will also try to match
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀yours also ,, DO NOT try to control my character including doing something that
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀will affect them over a series of time without talking to me beforehand about
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀it ,, unless my character has given yours information about them or they have
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀seen it on the feed then do not use it against them (essentially do not
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀metagame) ,, DO NOT involve me with any ooc drama as this is the sole
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀reason that i originally left this site .. don't mix character feelings with ooc
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀feelings as i am not my character and you aren't yours

⠀⠀⠀⠀be aware, if you break any of my rules i will say something to you
⠀⠀⠀⠀and if you continue to break my rules after that discussion then i will
⠀⠀⠀⠀not hesitate to unfriend you
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⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ᴡᴀʀɴɪɴɢ / ғʏɪ !!

⠀⠀⠀⠀yes, me using lowercase is on purpose but i will use capitals while rping
⠀⠀⠀⠀if that is what you also use, i am a rather flexible roleplayer

⠀⠀⠀⠀i do work full time so there may be periods where i am away for hours at a time
⠀⠀⠀⠀but i will be as active as possible whether its on mobile or pc, i will give out
⠀⠀⠀⠀replies asap but if i am taking longer and you see me posting on the feed
⠀⠀⠀⠀know it'll be either be because i am working and don't want to halfass the reply
⠀⠀⠀⠀or that I'm trying to formulate the correct way to respond as i want to reply
⠀⠀⠀⠀best as i can :)
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⠀⠀⠀⠀i do have discord, so feel to ask for that if you want to talk ooc with me for
⠀⠀⠀⠀any reason whether it's to do with things happening in character or not

⠀⠀⠀⠀my connections for rosie are open


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⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ᴀᴜ !!
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⠀⠀⠀the au for roseanne is based off of the anime violet evergarden which is set
⠀⠀⠀near world war one in germany, because of the time period difference i will
⠀⠀⠀be adapting her to modern day while also trying to keep her as true to the character
⠀⠀⠀of violet as much as possible. if you would like to know more about her backstory
⠀⠀⠀then please take a look at her blog titled 'now in its place is something new'
⠀⠀⠀if you have any questions about her au, feel free to ask me ❤
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TW !! mention of sensitive topics such as rape, child labour, blood, etc.
recommended song - violet's letter by evan call ,, if you prefer one with lyrics then fourth of
⠀⠀july by sufjan stevens, another love by tom odell, or mr. loverman by ricky montgomery
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⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀❝⠀Her existence had been kept hidden from everyone. However, the people who knew
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀about her said that she was a weapon. She would fight if you ordered her to. She just
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀looked like a human. She was just a tool without a heart.⠀❞
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⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ʙᴀᴄᴋsᴛᴏʀʏ.
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⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀❁⠀EARLY LIFE⠀❁
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⠀⠀⠀⠀Roseanne was merely 5 years old when she was found stranded on Siberut Island
⠀⠀by Dietfried Bougainvillea and his comrades when they found themselves stranded.
⠀⠀At the time she had no name, the man was unsure if she had suffered the same fate as
⠀⠀them or if she'd become orphaned. With news on the horizon of war to take place her
⠀⠀parents Sohee and Insu had taken the first boat away from Korea and had intended to
⠀⠀move to Germany where some distant relatives resided but unfortunately the ship had
⠀⠀become lost at sea and while Roseanne was merely a year old when they'd been able to
⠀⠀find themselves on Siberut Island slowly but surely the people from the ship passed away
⠀⠀leaving the girl at 2 years old alone to fend for herself.
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⠀⠀⠀⠀While Dietfried was merely annoyed he had no plans with the child but unfortunately
⠀⠀the same couldn't be said for his crew, some of his subordinates approached the young
⠀⠀child in an attempt to rape her. Before Dietfried could do anything to stop them Roseanne
⠀⠀killed them in response. Terrified by the 5 year old all of the remaining soldiers fled but
⠀⠀unfortunately for them, the young girl continued to hunt them down. Dietfried and his
⠀⠀remaining underlings attempted to kill her but their attempts were in vain and before
⠀⠀they could even fully attempt anything she'd killed everyone apart from Dietfried. The
⠀⠀man tried to flee but she hunted him down, although she didn't attempt to kill him and
⠀⠀instead followed him around.

⠀⠀⠀⠀Dietfried realised that Violet couldn't talk and couldn't understand words. He also
⠀⠀concluded that she was the only inhabitant of that area of the island and that the reason
⠀⠀she had killed so many people was simply that she was ordered to do it. Once he
⠀⠀understood that, Dietfried did repeated experiments. If he pointed to animals or insects
⠀⠀and said 'kill' she would immediately do so. This also applies to humans. Despite her
⠀⠀inability to speak or understand language except for the order to kill, Dietfried brought
⠀⠀her home with him training her until the age of 14 to become a soldier in war.
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⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀❁⠀PAST⠀❁
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⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ғʀɪᴅᴀʏ 31sᴛ ᴍᴀʀᴄʜ 2023
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⠀⠀⠀⠀'Dear Major Gilbert, I have been in this infirmary for 120 days now. While I am on the
⠀⠀road to recovery I still struggle to work-' The pen fell from Roseanne's hand rolling off the
⠀⠀wooden slab sitting on her lap and off the bed sheets onto the floor. With her hands bandaged
⠀⠀up, shaking as she wrote, it was hard to keep full control while using pen and paper. Sighing
⠀⠀she attempts to be careful reaching down without getting out of bed, fingers flexing as if
⠀⠀it will bring her closer to the pen on the floor with mere inches between them.

⠀⠀⠀⠀Footsteps can be heard against the wooden floor Claudia Hodgins enters the building in
⠀⠀search of Roseanne. He greets a nurse, explaining he is here to collect the 17-year-old girl.
⠀⠀Walking through the halls of the building when a thump is heard. Rushing through the hall
⠀⠀the two of them enter the room where they find Roseanne on the wooden floor, pen in hand.
⠀⠀The nurse was quick to move, helping the girl to sit back on the bed. Letter and pen are placed
⠀⠀aside as the blonde's attention is directed towards the man.

⠀⠀⠀⠀"Roseanne. Do you remember who I am?" Claudia's voice reaches her but she doesn't react
⠀⠀at first, eyes scanning his face before she stands from the edge of the bed where she'd been
⠀⠀sitting. "Lt. Colonel Hodgins." She speaks, the heels of her feet pressing together as her hand
⠀⠀raises to salute. "I recall seeing you twice. Once before in training and another before we went
⠀⠀out to war.." She recalls the man rather vividly, she was never one to forget a face.

⠀⠀⠀⠀"Right.. well, I'm here to collect you-" Before he can finish his sentence Roseanne's eyes
⠀⠀widen as she looks up at him interrupting his sentence. "Is the Major here also? Is he
⠀⠀here to collect me?" Her eyes are hopeful as she looks up at him. Claudia's lips retreat into
⠀⠀a thin line as his eyes divert somewhere else. "The Major is... very busy right now. He has
⠀⠀placed you under my care." His words clearly make the girl deflate but she doesn't protest.
⠀⠀If that was what the Major asked for then it was what she would do.

⠀⠀⠀⠀A few silent moments pass between them before Claudia moves to talk to the nurse in
⠀⠀hushed whispers, nodding before exiting the room. "Miss. Roseanne, I will help you dress
⠀⠀while Claudia gathers your belongings from the storage. You're to leave now." The nurse
⠀⠀speaks. The blonde remained silent but did what was asked of her.

⠀⠀⠀⠀After everything is gathered Roseanne is guided towards the front of the building, the man
⠀⠀waiting by the care he arrived in holding a brown briefcase and holding it out to her once she
⠀⠀came close enough. "They'd accidentally had it sent to an army base camp, it only arrived a few
⠀⠀days ago." He explained as she knelt down on the ground opening it. Most of the belongings
⠀⠀being in there consisted of scraps and even an open tin of beans. Eyebrows furrowing she
⠀⠀went through everything again before looking up at Claudia. "Where is it?! Where is
⠀⠀the emerald broach?" Her voice was slightly raised as she spoke, something that the man
⠀⠀had never seen before in the young girl.
⠀⠀
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀!!⠀FLASHBACK !!
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⠀⠀⠀⠀Walking through the streets 14-year-old Roseanne and Major Gilbert Bougainvillea pass
⠀⠀through a market in Seoul. The two walk side by side in silence. Roseanne's eyes scanned the
⠀⠀bright lights "Your eyes." The silence between them is broken, the Major looking beside him
⠀⠀but the blonde girl isn't there. Turning around he spots her merely a few steps behind him
⠀⠀staring down at something on display at one of the stalls. His eyebrows furrow. Roseanne
⠀⠀stares down at an emerald brooch, the colour matching the Major's eyes. Her own eyes
⠀⠀softened as she looked at it under the moonlight. His lips part as he's going to say
⠀⠀something but she speaks up first. Hand lifting from beside her to rest on her chest, the
⠀⠀corner of her lips tugging upwards. "The way I felt when I saw this..." She trailed off.
⠀⠀Major Gilbert looked at her in surprise but her eyes didn't leave the brooch. "This
⠀⠀feeling..."
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⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ғʀɪᴅᴀʏ 31sᴛ ᴍᴀʀᴄʜ 2023
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⠀⠀⠀⠀While relooking through her belongings Roseanne is clearly frantic, a state no one present
⠀⠀had seen of the girl before. Getting up abruptly from where she'd been kneeling on the floor
⠀⠀she looks directly at Claudia. "I'll get it myself! I'll go there!" Her words are hurried as she
⠀⠀goes to rush off, barely reaching past the man before his hand wrapped around her upper
⠀⠀arm pulling her back so she's not able to run off. His grip on her light, not enough to cause
⠀⠀harm or discomfort. She looked up at him with a distressed and almost pleading look on her
⠀⠀face biting her lip almost as if to hold herself back from saying or doing something.

⠀⠀⠀⠀"I need it! Someone gave it to me! The Major gave it to me!" As those words fell from her lips
⠀⠀it was almost as if everything clicked into place for Claudia, and he nodded. "I'll find it for you,
⠀⠀just come with me and I'll make sure to retrieve it, Rosie." His words have her blinking a few
⠀⠀times in surprise. Not many people she'd been in the army with addressed her with that name,
⠀⠀the main person who did had been the Major. The two looked at each other in silence for a
⠀⠀moment before she eventually spoke up, beginning to protest when he cut her off. "It's the
⠀⠀Major's direct orders. You come with me, you're under my care now"

⠀⠀⠀⠀It's the Major's direct orders. Those are something she cannot disobey. Any fight in her body
⠀⠀dies as she simply nods. "Orders? I understand."
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⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ʟᴀᴛᴇʀ ᴛʜᴇ sᴀᴍᴇ ᴅᴀʏ . . .
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⠀⠀⠀⠀Sitting in the backseat of the car beside Claudia the 17-year-old was looking down at her
⠀⠀hands, the car ride having been in silence the majority of the time. "When will I receive my next
⠀⠀orders from the Major?" It's Roseanne that breaks the silence but she doesn't look up at him. "I
⠀⠀know that my abilities are limited right now due to my injuries but I wish to continue my duties
⠀⠀beside the Major." Her words were met with silence, blinking down at her bandaged arms for a
⠀⠀few moments. It was only when she heard the man beside her rustling around that she glanced
⠀⠀in his direction.

⠀⠀⠀⠀"I got you these! As a congratulations on being discharged! I wasn't sure which one you
⠀⠀would like the most... so I got you all three!" Claudia's face was hidden behind three stuffed
⠀⠀animals as he spoke. Staring directly at her there was a bunny, a dog and a cat. At the silence,
⠀⠀he loweredthem so his face became visible. "Well? Pick one!" He moved them closer to her. She
⠀⠀only looked between him and the stuffed animals before shaking her head. "No thank you."
⠀⠀Her declining them didn't appease the man, sighing.

⠀⠀⠀⠀Claudia was quiet for a moment before lifting them so they became eye-level with the
⠀⠀blonde. "You have to act like the world is going to end, pick one. One, two-" His words are
⠀⠀cut off by her voice. "Then the puppy." With her decision, he placed the other two aside
⠀⠀handing the stuffed dog to her. "Why did you pick the puppy?" He questions, looking at it
⠀⠀sitting in her lap. "Because the Major's brother once told me, 'You're actually just like
⠀⠀Gilbert's dog'."

⠀⠀⠀⠀Roseanne's words brought silence between them, unsure of how to answer the man just
⠀⠀settled back in his seat. Not having to say anything else she simply brought the stuffed
⠀⠀animal up to her lips biting on the puppy's ear silently.
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⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀!!⠀FLASHBACK - ᴡᴇᴅɴᴇsᴅᴀʏ 15ᴛʜ ᴍᴀʀᴄʜ 2023 !!
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⠀⠀⠀⠀Kneeling down on the floor surrounded by rubble Roseanne stares at the man slouched
⠀⠀against the wall, broken sobs falling from her lips. The Major clearly struggling to speak as
⠀⠀he coughs up blood. He stares directly at her. "Rosie... listen. You have to live... and be free."
⠀⠀His voice is breathy as he speaks, strained as he gasps for air. The blonde says nothing,
⠀⠀staring at him as tears fall down her face as he speaks. "I mean it."
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⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ᴍᴏɴᴅᴀʏ 3ʀᴅ ᴀᴘʀɪʟ 2023
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⠀⠀⠀⠀"Gilbert was thinking all along about what your future would hold after the war. That's why
⠀⠀he was saying he wants to leave you with the folks of the Park household, his most trusted
⠀⠀relatives. I contacted them earlier, and the husband and wife said they'd be more than happy
⠀⠀to take you in. I'm taking you there to meet them now." Claudia's words ring through the
⠀⠀17-year-old's head as they travelled by boat before getting on a train. The journey between
⠀⠀where she'd been staying and where they had taken 3 days to commute to.

⠀⠀⠀⠀Knocking at the door the two of them wait in silence. Less than 5 seconds later the door is
⠀⠀opened revealing an elderly lady no younger than 50. "Lady Park, it's lovely to see you again.
⠀⠀This is Roseanne. Roseanne, this is Lady Park. She's the woman being gracious enough to let
⠀⠀you stay with her." Claudia's words are met with silence, his head turning to look at the blonde.
⠀⠀"You can say hello." He looks at her almost in surprise that she hasn't spoken immediately. She
⠀⠀doesn't speak either, instead, her heels press together as her hand lifts and she salutes at the
⠀⠀woman. "A bow would suffice..."

⠀⠀⠀⠀The two of them are led inside the Park Manor. "It's lovely to see you again Claudia. It's
⠀⠀been a while." Roseanne drowns out the mundane greetings as she glances around the manor,
⠀⠀having never been in such a house before and yet she was expected to remain here until the
⠀⠀Major retrieved her. Lady Park and Claudia discuss the travel here as they make their way
⠀⠀through the manor, the 17-year-old following not too far behind.

⠀⠀⠀⠀"Would you like some tea?" Lady Park's words earn Roseanne's attention again, looking
⠀⠀towards her she notices that the words are directed towards her. Instead of replying she
⠀⠀looks towards Claudia who agrees for both of them.

⠀⠀⠀⠀The three of them sit down at a table, the other two chattering amongst each other until
⠀⠀the lady of the house notices that Roseanne hasn't touched her tea. "Aren't you going to
⠀⠀drink that?" The girl looks down at the chamomile tea at her words not saying anything and
⠀⠀instead reaching out and taking the glass mug in her hands. As she lifts it to her lips her
⠀⠀hands shake barely holding the glass, very clearly unstable. "Oh! Don't force yourself!"
⠀⠀Roseanne ignores the other's words at her clear struggle and continues to slowly lift it only
⠀⠀for it to slip from her grasp last second. "Be careful you may burn yourself!" Looking at
⠀⠀her bandaged-covered arms she looks towards Lady Park who very clearly shows worry.
⠀⠀"Don't worry, I cannot feel heat." Her words fall on deaf ears as the lady speaks up. "But
⠀⠀your bandages. We have to cool them down, Oliver bring ice!"

⠀⠀⠀⠀As the butler is about to rush off Roseanne simply remains silent, lifting a hand to her lips
⠀⠀as she unravels the bandages from her hands and lower arms revealing metal limbs. The
⠀⠀metal fingers flex slightly before she looks up. "These arms are made of adamant silver.
⠀⠀They're a bit bulky but they're sturdy. I'm not used to them yet. I should be able to adjust
⠀⠀soon." The way she speaks is rather calm, the rest of the room having been shocked into
⠀⠀silence. "Come with me." The lady insists.

⠀⠀⠀⠀Moving from the table she follows the elderly woman out of the room and towards another
⠀⠀room, Claudia following them both not too far behind. "I used these when I was young." The
⠀⠀woman's words are quiet as she speaks, holding a wooden box in her hands as she turns to
⠀⠀them. Taking the lid off of it to reveal brown gloves. "Let me put them on for you." Roseanne
⠀⠀lifts her hands from her sides at the offer, without the bandages on her arms making clear
⠀⠀metallic noises like metal being pressed together as they move. "I'll get or sorted so that we
⠀⠀have a covering for your arms too, I wouldn't want anyone saying anything due to your arms."
⠀⠀The girl stays silent at her words, flexing his fingers after the gloves are put on her hands.

⠀⠀⠀⠀Distracted by the new material Roseanne doesn't hear Claudia announce his departure, that
⠀⠀he'll be leaving in a moment only looking up once she's spoken to by the lady of the house.
⠀⠀"Think of me as your real mother. You can tell me anything, okay?" The blonde blinks a few
⠀⠀times, face remaining blank as she speaks. "Yes but I.. don't have any parents so I don't need
⠀⠀any replacements." Her words were blunt as she spoke. The lady gasped upon hearing them,
⠀⠀the lady was slightly surprised by what she said. "Don't say that dear. I had a son but he was
⠀⠀killed in the war." Lady Park's eyes move to a painting hanging on the wall while she speaks
⠀⠀but Roseanne's eyes remain on the lady. "I can't become a replacement for your lost child."
⠀⠀Is her response and before things continue Claudia's voice takes both of their attention.

⠀⠀⠀⠀"Okay listen Rosie. It's Gilbert's wish for you to live happily here, so.. do you understand?" His
⠀⠀words take her by surprise. The mention of the Major has her pausing, eyes falling to the floor
⠀⠀lost in her own thoughts she doesn't realise as he takes his departure until she hears a door
⠀⠀close. Eyes snapping up she spots his figure in the window walking away.

⠀⠀⠀⠀Ignoring anything and everything else Roseanne chases after him, slamming the front door
⠀⠀behind her gaining Claudia's attention. "The Major!" She yells from where she stands at the door
⠀⠀before walking closer. "Major Gilbert. Why is he leaving me here?! Is it because I lost my arms
⠀⠀and lost my value as a weapon? If I just trained a little, I'd still be able to fight!" Her words are
⠀⠀frantic as she speaks, eyes wide and pleading. Her breathing is shaky but not from exhaustion
⠀⠀but rather from worry. "Rosie.. you do realise that well.. the war is over." His words are quiet as
⠀⠀he looks at her with something akin to sympathy. "'I am the Major's tool but.. if he doesn't need
⠀⠀me anymore, then I should be discarded. Please do it... Please discard me somewhere." Her voice
⠀⠀grows quieter as she speaks, eyes almost sad as she looks at him.
⠀⠀
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ʟᴀᴛᴇʀ ᴛʜᴇ sᴀᴍᴇ ᴅᴀʏ ᴀғᴛᴇʀ ᴛʀᴀᴠᴇʟʟɪɴɢ ᴛᴏ ᴄᴇɴᴛʀᴇ sᴇᴏᴜʟ . . .
⠀⠀
⠀⠀⠀⠀As they're walking through the streets of Seoul Roseanne simply follows the man, eyes
⠀⠀scanning the area before they ultimately fall back on him. "Lt. Hodgins-" He cuts her off,
⠀⠀turning his head to look at her properly. "I left the army, I am no longer a Lieutenant." His
⠀⠀words take her by surprise, and she blinks up at him slightly even as he turns his head
⠀⠀forward again. "Then what should I call you?" She questions. Military titles are what she's
⠀⠀grown accustomed to, the only people whom she didn't refer to with them were those in
⠀⠀her own rank and even then the men were a lot older than her so she'd used honorifics
⠀⠀with them.

⠀⠀⠀⠀Claudia didn't speak immediately, leading them to a building before halting at the doors. "Call
⠀⠀me president. This is my company." He motions towards the building. Her eyes looked up being
⠀⠀met with a red sign hanging from the side of the building with the letters 'CH' on it. "'I bought
⠀⠀an old house and renovated it a bit." As the words fell from his lips he opened the door
⠀⠀motioning the girl to walk through the entryway. The door clicked closed behind them as
⠀⠀Roseanne's eyes scanned the area, following the people who moved around the place.
⠀⠀were a few people doing what looked like organisation, some talking to others doing
⠀⠀what she assumed was their job.

⠀⠀⠀⠀"The first floor has the reception desk." The blonde's eyes didn't look back at him and instead
⠀⠀landed on a woman sitting at the desk with short wavy ginger hair. "Alright, sir. If I could just
⠀⠀ask you to write the receivers and senders addresses on this form." Although Roseanne had no
⠀⠀idea what those words meant she listened in briefly, her eyes drifting to another woman as she
⠀⠀spoke. "Please allow at least three days for it to be delivered." Her eyes moved from the letter
⠀⠀to the woman herself who stood there with long blonde curls perfectly framing her face.

⠀⠀⠀⠀It was only when Claudia had begun walking upstairs that she snapped out of her trance, her
⠀⠀footsteps rushing to catch up as she walked behind him. "The second floor houses the office
⠀⠀and the writing department." He explained which only had her head tilted to the side in
⠀⠀curiosity. "Writing?" She questioned. "Yes, this department writes letters at the requests of our
⠀⠀clients. There are a lot of people who are unable to write or cannot form the correct words."
⠀⠀Her eyes lingered on open doorways they walked by as he spoke. "I did not know how to
⠀⠀write until the Major taught me how." The words fell from her lips automatically, unable to
⠀⠀stop herself from talking about the Major.

⠀⠀⠀⠀At the mere mention of the man Claudia's face fell slightly although she was unable to
⠀⠀notice with his back to her as he led her through the halls. Instead, he turned the conversation
⠀⠀away from Gilbert. "I was thinking of starting a business when the war ended. The government's
⠀⠀postal service doesn't address the civilian's needs so I thought it would be a great
⠀⠀opportunity." Roseanne merely nodded, stopping her footsteps suddenly as she turned her
⠀⠀head noticing the man had stopped walking as they reached a door.

⠀⠀⠀⠀"Now, here's your orders. Roseanne Park." At the mention of orders, it's like the girl's eyes are
⠀⠀immediately alert, gone went the girl who'd almost run off to look for an emerald brooch and
⠀⠀there stood a machine ready to do what she was told. "The fact is that Gilbert left you in my
⠀⠀care, so I'm going to give you orders in his place. You're still very useful Rosie. You can work.
⠀⠀Right here" As he spoke again he opened the door, motioning for her to follow him. Walking
⠀⠀towards a blonde-haired male who was shrugging on a carrier bag.

⠀⠀⠀⠀"Benedict." Claudia's words caught the other's attention, looking at him with an unbothered
⠀⠀look. "Yeah, president?" His speech was rather relaxed like they were good friends. "You're
⠀⠀supposed to say "How can I help you, president?"?!' Voice raised slightly, if Roseanne didn't
⠀⠀know any better she would assume that he was agitated. "So, what's up?" The moment the
⠀⠀words fell from the blonde male's lips a newspaper is brought down on his head, not hard but
⠀⠀hard enough to hear the impact. "Ow! Why'd you do that?!" The man- Benedict spoke, his voice
⠀⠀almost as equally agitated. "You didn't listen to me!"

⠀⠀⠀⠀Claudia's bickering halted as he turned to Roseanne who stared back at him. "This is Benedict,
⠀⠀he's a postman here. He's an old friend from before I started this company. Benedict, let me
⠀⠀introduce you to Rosie." Hearing his words the girl moved to salute but stopped her arm
⠀⠀midway before bowing like she'd been told to do so instead. "She's a postman starting today."
⠀⠀He explained although the blonde girl was unsure as to what a 'postman' was exactly. "She's
⠀⠀just a little kid!" Benedict was quick to protest and no one corrected him because she
⠀⠀technically was still a child. "She's highly capable of performing her duties. Now, I'm going
⠀⠀to the bank for a bit, teach her what she needs to know."

⠀⠀⠀⠀The next hour consisted of Benedict and Roseanne moving around the Postal Company
⠀⠀building. First directing her towards the lockers, "You put your stuff in here." "Yes sir."

⠀⠀⠀⠀The next stop was gathering her uniform. "Your uniform, put it on." He directed her.
⠀⠀Immediately she complied. "Yes, of course, sir." Her hands moved to the white shirt she
⠀⠀was already wearing, about to lift it over her head only to earn a surprised scream of
⠀⠀protest from the man. "Wait! Hold on- not here!"

⠀⠀⠀⠀"Mm, it's too big." The blonde male decides the moment the 17-year-old leaves the changing
⠀⠀room. "It's not a problem." He merely nods at her words before motioning to the gloves on her
⠀⠀hands. "Wouldn't it be better to take those off?" His question had her lifting her hands up and
⠀⠀blinking at the leather material. She brings her left hand to her mouth pulling off the glove
⠀⠀using her teeth before doing the same with the next one. As she looks up it's clear Benedict is
⠀⠀staring at her metal hands in shock, having not gotten them covered yet as Lady Park planned
⠀⠀on doing. "... Will it be hard to sort mail like that?" His words seem hesitant like he's trying to
⠀⠀word it politely. "No, it's not going to be a problem."

⠀⠀⠀⠀Heading back to the mail room he shows Roseanne around the room, explaining how to sort
⠀⠀through the mail. Once he's certain she's got the hang of it he decides it'll be fine to leave her
⠀⠀alone. "There's a huge pile of mail but you don't need to rush. The break room is on the
⠀⠀second floor." He explains, heading towards the door pausing and turning to face her as he
⠀⠀speaks. "I understand, sir." She salutes waiting for him to leave before relaxing.
⠀⠀
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ʜᴏᴜʀs ʟᴀᴛᴇʀ ɴᴇᴀʀ sᴜɴsᴇᴛ . . .
⠀⠀
⠀⠀⠀⠀When Benedict walks through the door of the mailroom he's met with the blonde girl
⠀⠀organising through what seems like the last 20 or so letters from the pile that consisted of at.
⠀⠀least 300 earlier Upon hearing the door open Roseanne's head turns looking at the other. "Sir
⠀⠀ I've almost completed my duties." Her words startle him, looking at where the pile had
⠀⠀previously been. "Were you working the whole time? Without taking a break?" He questioned
⠀⠀like it was the only reasonable answer as to how she'd done so much. "I'm used to long
⠀⠀operations." She confirms.

⠀⠀⠀⠀Sighing he decides it's better not to respond and instead move along. "So you wanna try
⠀⠀delivering the mail?" The question earns a confused look in return, her head tilting to the side
⠀⠀slightly. "Delivering?" At her words, Benedict moves towards the map on the wall of Seoul.
⠀⠀"You deliver the letter to the address that's written on it." He grabs a letter and points to it as
⠀⠀an explanation. "Anyway, I'm going home now. See you tomorrow." With that, he takes his
⠀⠀leave.
⠀⠀
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ᴀғᴛᴇʀ sᴜɴᴅᴏᴡɴ . . .
⠀⠀
⠀⠀⠀⠀The sun had set a few hours earlier, Claudia riding the bus back. Leaning back and slouching
⠀⠀in his seat he lets his eyes roam along the people on the street when he spots a postman going
⠀⠀around on a delivery. "Looks like some companies do nighttime deliveries too. We can't afford
⠀⠀that." He mumbles to himself. It's only when his eyes flicker down to the barrel that he spots
⠀⠀the logo 'CH' eyes widen when he realises that the postman on duty happens to
⠀⠀be Roseanne.

⠀⠀⠀⠀Rushing off the bus he runs to catch up with the girl, stopping her in her tracks. "What are
⠀⠀you doing?!" He questions, voice breathy from having rushed to catch up. Her response is
⠀⠀straightforward like it's the most obvious thing in the world. "Delivering the mail."

⠀⠀⠀⠀Sitting at a cafe Claudia brings Roseanne alongside him to meet up with Benedict, the two
⠀⠀men having planned to do so after work. The men had already started eating, talking
⠀⠀between bites.

⠀⠀⠀⠀"I meant you can deliver the mail tomorrow." The postman's words gain the girl's
⠀⠀attention. Her eyes look towards him only to look towards Claudia as he speaks also, "And
⠀⠀make sure to take breaks during work. You just got out of the hospital after all." She merely
⠀⠀stares at him for a moment. "It's not a problem." She insists only to hear a hand slam down
⠀⠀on the table. Both the ex-lieutenant and Roseanne are startled only it doesn't show on her
⠀⠀face as they look at Benedict.

⠀⠀⠀⠀"Alright, y'know what IS a problem?!" His words start but Claudia is quick to shut the man
⠀⠀up, the two of them bickering for a few minutes. The blonde girl sitting there in silence with
⠀⠀her hands sitting in her lap silently.

⠀⠀⠀⠀Once the two of them calm down the president turns to Roseanne. "Now listen Rosie,
⠀⠀go ahead and eat." He instructs realising she'd not eaten a single bite the entire time. "Yes
⠀⠀sir." She mumbled as she picked up the utensils. "You can return to the office after you eat.
⠀⠀We only have space in the attic but you can sleep there. The Parks have agreed to take you in
⠀⠀and have you live with them until you become an adult but it looks like leaving you at the
⠀⠀mansion..." He trails off as she eats, recalling how she'd reacted when he tried to leave her
⠀⠀with them previously. "Yeah, it's a problem." It's Benedict who speaks which earns a kick under
⠀⠀the table from Claudia. "Ow! What was that for?!" He asks almost baffled by the action. "Hey!
⠀⠀I was trying to put it nicely!" He hisses. "How was I supposed to know?!"

⠀⠀⠀⠀After the meal is finished the three of them make their way out of the cafe. Benedict is the
⠀⠀first to walk away. "Well, cya tomorrow." He says parting ways from them. Roseanne's attention
⠀⠀turned to Claudia as he spoke, "I'll walk you." Knowing that the girl was unfamiliar with the area
⠀⠀she'd probably get lost on her way back to the company.

⠀⠀⠀⠀As they're walking under the streetlights along the pavement the man turns to Roseanne.
⠀⠀"What was the last order you received from Gilbert?" He questions out of curiosity. "You have
⠀⠀to live and be free and I-..." She trails off as she recalls his words, hand lifting to rest over
⠀⠀where the emerald broach usually sat on her chest. The look in her eyes was one he'd never
⠀⠀seen from her before. She looked sad.

⠀⠀⠀⠀Deciding it was better to leave it there he doesn't ask her to continue. "You've been in the
⠀⠀army ever since you were a child. You've spent your life fulfilling your duties. However, you're
⠀⠀going to learn many things in the future. Although, it may be easier if you keep living if you
⠀⠀never learn them." His words are something she can't quite understand. "See you don't realise
⠀⠀yet but your body is on fire and it's burning up because of the things you did." He mumbled,
⠀⠀looking forward as they continued to walk. Roseanne looks down at her body in confusion. "I'm
⠀⠀not burning." She states like it's the most obvious thing in the world. "Yes, you are."

⠀⠀⠀⠀It was in moments like this that her lack of social skills and knowledge regarding emotions
⠀⠀and a human's complexity is clear. "I'm not burning. I don't get it." She mumbles, despite her
⠀⠀confusion it doesn't show in her tone or face. "No, you are burning. I saw you like that and left
⠀⠀you alone." Her eyes looked at the back of his head as he spoke. Claudia's mind flashed back to
⠀⠀seeing the young girl on the floor covered in blood, gasps of air coming from her as she tried
⠀⠀to catch her breath. A shotgun resting on her lap. "That's why when Gilbert left you with me, I
⠀⠀thought it's my chance at redemption. Someday, you'll understand what I said and then you'll
⠀⠀realise for the first time that you have many burns."
⠀⠀
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀THE NEXT MORNING !! ᴛᴜᴇsᴅᴀʏ 4ᴛʜ ᴀᴘʀɪʟ 2023 . . .
⠀⠀
⠀⠀⠀⠀Waking up at 5 am out of habit due to being in the army led to Roseanne doing random
⠀⠀mundane tasks, while back at the hospital she would either go on walks on the premises or
⠀⠀write letters to the Major updating him on her condition she found much more to do in her
⠀⠀current living situation while being the only person who actually slept in the building. This
⠀⠀morning she found herself cleaning. Having already dusted around and tidied everything
⠀⠀away from the night before.

⠀⠀⠀⠀It was while she was cleaning the front windows that the entrance door opened, turning
⠀⠀her head from where she stood on the couch cleaning higher on the window. Her actions
⠀⠀stopped as the man who entered walked in. "Uhm, Ms Doll?" She didn't respond to his
⠀⠀words for a moment, letting her feet rest flat on the couch instead of reaching up on her
⠀⠀tiptoes. "No. My name is Rosie." She corrected him, assuming that he thought her name
⠀⠀was 'Doll'. "Oh. Well in that case, Ms Rosie. Can I get you to write something for me?" She
⠀⠀blinked back at him in confusion. He wanted her to write something? "Write for...?" Her head
⠀⠀tilted to the side. "Yes, I am unable to write. So, I'd like you to write a letter for me."

⠀⠀⠀⠀Roseanne moved from the couch, feet planted on the floor as she looked straight at him.
⠀⠀"What should I write?" She questioned. "Uh- do you want to talk about it here?" The man
⠀⠀looked slightly flustered at her suggestion but she merely looked unphased by it. "Do you
⠀⠀think there's a problem with that?" While she clearly had no issue with doing so the man
⠀⠀looked slightly uncomfortable doing so, yet she did not react. Being unable to read
⠀⠀another's emotions was something she struggled with because of her upbringing. "Well, I
⠀⠀recently heard that a childhood friend of mine received a marriage offer from another man.
⠀⠀So... I want you to tell her this!"

⠀⠀⠀⠀Sitting beside an Auto Memory Doll with straight black hair the 17-year-old girl looked
⠀⠀between the man and the Doll as she typed away on the typewriter. "You were the first
⠀⠀person who was kind to me. I appreciated it, you were everything to me. I would've done
⠀⠀anything for you. Anything at all. I want to know how you feel. I want to understand what's
⠀⠀in your heart even though we're apart now. I love you." The moment the man says those
⠀⠀words. Those three words. It's like Roseanne is in a trance. Her eyes blank as she thought
⠀⠀back to the Major.

⠀⠀⠀⠀"I love you." Hearing the Doll repeat those words is what snaps the blonde out of her
⠀⠀trance-like state. "We'll end with that. How does that sound?" The words clearly directed at
⠀⠀the man. "Great!" He looks as though he's been given the best news in the world, he's
⠀⠀beaming. "Please stop by the reception on the first floor for delivery." The doll is sealing the
⠀⠀envelope with a wax seal. "Sir, all of us here at the Auto Memory Doll service wish to thank
⠀⠀you for coming in today." She says handing him the envelope and watching as he exits.

⠀⠀⠀⠀The moment that the door is closed the woman turns to look at Roseanne. "So, who're
⠀⠀you?" The question is blunt but nothing the younger girl isn't used to. The question remains
⠀⠀hanging in the air. Silence is shared between them until Roseanne speaks up. "I don't
⠀⠀understand how you knew..." She trailed off, staring directly at the woman's face. Grey eyes
⠀⠀staring straight at her, black hair tucked behind her ears as she looks at the blonde in
⠀⠀confusion. "Huh?" "How did you know, that that man just now, wanted to say I love you?"
⠀⠀
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ᴍᴏᴍᴇɴᴛs ʟᴀᴛᴇʀ ɪɴ ᴛʜᴇ ᴘʀᴇsɪᴅᴇɴᴛ's ᴏғғɪᴄᴇ . . .
⠀⠀
⠀⠀⠀⠀Sitting down in a cushioned chair Roseanne stared up at Claudia Hodgins. "So you
⠀⠀want to work as an Auto Memory Doll?" He questioned, rather surprised by the
⠀⠀sudden request. "Yes, it's still hard for me to hold a pen but I can operate a typewriter."
⠀⠀She nodded slightly, confident in her words. "No. That's not what I mean... I wanted to
⠀⠀ask you why you want to do this work." He corrected himself. Her request was unusual
⠀⠀of her nature. Normally the girl would simply do what was assigned to her, completing
⠀⠀the tasks given to her without complaint.

⠀⠀⠀⠀It's silent for a few moments before she looks at the man with a look that is almost
⠀⠀sad but the confusion and determination came through stronger, especially in her words.
⠀⠀"I just want to know!" Her voice is raised slightly. Eyes falling down to her hands on her
⠀⠀lap. "I love you... what does it mean?" The words are much quieter this time almost like
⠀⠀she's asking the question to herself. The shock on Claudia's face is evident, it's one of the
⠀⠀few times he'd ever seen her so emotional. It was unusual. "The Major said those words
⠀⠀to me after he gave me my last orders. That was the first time I heard those words from
⠀⠀the Major. I just don't understand what that really means so I thought this might.. help
⠀⠀me learn." She looks up at him with a hopeful look in her eyes. "Normally people
⠀⠀become Auto Memory Doll because they do understand that but... it's okay."

⠀⠀⠀⠀The request was one Claudia knew he couldn't ignore she had always just followed
⠀⠀Gilbert's orders in the past. That was the first time she asserted her own free will.
⠀⠀Everyone said she didn't have a heart but she said "I want to know what I love
⠀⠀you means."
⠀⠀
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀!!⠀FLASHBACK - ᴡᴇᴅɴᴇsᴅᴀʏ 15ᴛʜ ᴍᴀʀᴄʜ 2023 !!
⠀⠀⠀⠀
⠀⠀⠀⠀The one sound filling the silence was sobs that managed to escape Roseanne's
⠀⠀lips and the coughing that came from the man in front of her, Major Gilbert
⠀⠀Bougainvillea. With both of her arms lying on the floor the seventeen-year-old girl sat
⠀⠀there on her knees staring at him with tears streaming down her face. He sat there
⠀⠀with his back pressed against the stone wall, a small smile attempting to tug at his lips
⠀⠀despite the blood pooling beneath him as his hand pressed against the wound on his
⠀⠀stomach trying to minimise the bleeding from the main wound. It was one of the many
⠀⠀things Roseanne had been trained to do but her lack of arms made her incapable of
⠀⠀doing so, failing to do one of her main duties; Keep him alive.

⠀⠀⠀⠀"No way! There's no way I'm going to let you die!" As her voice hit the walls of the
⠀⠀stone building that was mere moments from crumbling beneath them Roseanne
⠀⠀lunged forward taking the man's shirt between her teeth attempting to drag him out
⠀⠀of there but she was barely managing to have his back lift from the wall. With the
⠀⠀blood loss getting to her too, two pools of blood sitting on the stone stairs that had
⠀⠀been coming from her arms. Despite his groans of pain she kept trying to move him,
⠀⠀eyes squeezed shut as tears cascaded down her face.

⠀⠀⠀⠀"Stop it..." The Major's voice was shaky and quiet, his own eyes closed due to
⠀⠀the pain. The physical pain of his many wounds hurt majorly alongside the emotional
⠀⠀pain of seeing the person he'd begun to care for so dearly so desperate. This was the
⠀⠀most emotion he'd ever seen come from her. "Stop it already!" His voice raised as she
⠀⠀ignored his first attempt, coughing up blood less than a second later.

⠀⠀⠀⠀Roseanne falls back on her knees sobbing, her head facing the floor. The drips
⠀⠀of blood coming from the open wounds of her missing arms were the only things
⠀⠀heard besides hergasps of air between sobs. Unable to look the man in the eyes she
⠀⠀cried.

⠀⠀⠀⠀"Enough." Gilbert's words came out in a sob, tears beginning to fall down his face
⠀⠀as he stared directly at her. "Rosie... listen. You have to live... and be free." His voice was
⠀⠀breathy as he spoke, strained as he gasped for air. The blonde said nothing, staring at
⠀⠀him as tears fell down her face as he spoke trying to see past them. "I mean it." A sob
⠀⠀fell from her lips hearing his words, it felt like a goodbye but she refused to believe it.
⠀⠀They both sat there sobbing as they looked at one another. "I love you."
⠀⠀
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀!!⠀FLASHBACK - ғᴏᴜʀ ʏᴇᴀʀs ᴀɢᴏ !!
⠀⠀⠀⠀
⠀⠀⠀⠀"Captain Dietfried Bougainvillea, your brother is here to see you." Turning his head
⠀⠀to face the entrance of his office Dietfried nodded his head signalling the other to let
⠀⠀his brother in. Gilbert walked through the door, a blank look on his face. "Hello Gil!
⠀⠀How have you been? You look depressed, as usual. You look just like father." He joked
⠀⠀lightly, the plait braided in his long hair resting on his chest as looked towards his
⠀⠀younger brother. "Yes, well you also look the same. Father would not approve of your
⠀⠀hair for sure. I bet he would've cut it off with a sabre." Gilbert's words earned a laugh
⠀⠀from the older man. "I wouldn't let him." He hummed, nodding his head. A small smirk
⠀⠀tugged at his lips like it was an inside joke between them. "You've always been like
⠀⠀that." The words that came from the shorter-haired Bougainvillea had an amused tilt
⠀⠀in his tone.

⠀⠀⠀⠀"I'm glad he died." Are the words that come from the older male breaking a
⠀⠀moment's silence. "Don't look at me like that. I brought you something nice today to
⠀⠀celebrate your promotion." He quickly diverted the conversation as he was shot a
⠀⠀disapproving glance from his younger brother. While the two men are looking at one
⠀⠀another neither of them hears the rustling that comes from under a red blanket.
⠀⠀Guiding the other across the room he moves to stand in front of the red blanket that
⠀⠀seems to have a lump underneath it. Presumably the newly promoted Major's gift.
⠀⠀"Got it? Only use it as a weapon, okay? Don't get attached. Open it."

⠀⠀⠀⠀Slightly hesitant as his hand reaches out Gilbert grips the red material before
⠀⠀dragging it off gift beneath it. His eyes widen the moment that his eyes land on the
⠀⠀girl, looking no older than 14 years old she opens her eyes looking between the men.
⠀⠀"Hey, get up." Dietfried spoke. The girl listened immediately, the dress she was put
⠀⠀in falling to her ankles. Her clothes, face and hair all dirty. Her arms and face had marks
⠀⠀across them that appeared to be dirt. Clothes clearly second-hand with the rips and
⠀⠀tears in it. "I found her by one of the Southern warzones after my crew became stranded
⠀⠀on Siberut Island, it's only to be presumed her family tried fleeing after the start of
⠀⠀the war. Her name is..."
⠀⠀
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀!!⠀PRESENT DAY - ᴡᴇᴅɴᴇsᴅᴀʏ 5ᴛʜ ᴀᴘʀɪʟ 2023 !!
⠀⠀⠀⠀
⠀⠀⠀⠀"Park Roseanne." The blonde girl spoke as she was there standing in front of a few
⠀⠀other women. The women she'd seen around the building the day prior. "She's going to
⠀⠀work as an apprentice Auto Memory Doll, starting today. Please teach her whatever you
⠀⠀can about the job." President Hodgins spoke to the women before him, a small smile on
⠀⠀his lips. "Okay." It was the Doll from the day prior who spoke up, her long black hair
⠀⠀falling below her chest as she looked at Roseanne.

⠀⠀⠀⠀One of the women stared at the blonde without her knowledge, she had short
⠀⠀light-brown hair the green on her outfit being rather eyecatching. She couldn't help but
⠀⠀stare at Roseanne and think; She didn't have any facial expressions, just like a doll. Just
⠀⠀like a mechanical puppet, for which this profession is named after.
⠀⠀
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ʟᴀᴛᴇʀ ᴛʜᴇ sᴀᴍᴇ ᴅᴀʏ . . .
⠀⠀
⠀⠀⠀⠀For the first day of training to become a Doll Roseanne was taught how to use the
⠀⠀typewriter properly. Already having an excellent vocabulary helped a lot, the main thing
⠀⠀she'd been taught had been to type like a Doll would. Still being able to type quickly
⠀⠀and efficiently without typingloudly at the same time.

⠀⠀⠀⠀"Alright, we're done for the day." The black-haired doll wearing red spoke up, her
⠀⠀name had been another thing that Roseanne had learned. Cattleya. The rest of the dolls
⠀⠀that'd been sitting at their own desks began packing everything up getting ready to leave,
⠀⠀slowly but surely leaving the room. Cattleya walked over to the 17-year-old as they did.
⠀⠀"Well done for the day, Rosie." She says looking at the stack of papers that she'd typed.
⠀⠀The surprise didn't show on her face. She was already typing as much as the other Dolls
⠀⠀working there. "You've done a lot and you've improved. I'm impressed." She praised.
⠀⠀Instead of thanking her like most would Roseanne merely looked at the typewriter.
⠀⠀"What's impressive is this weapon."

⠀⠀⠀⠀Cattleya couldn't help but think how strange the choice of words was of the younger
⠀⠀girl but she knew it was better than to speak on such a thing. "Weapon... you're right.
⠀⠀I suppose it's a weapon for working girls like us to go out into society and fight. I'll
⠀⠀have you sit next to a real Doll tomorrow and shadow her. Anyway, I'm going out for a
⠀⠀delivery service now. If someone makes a request we go to their house or workplace
⠀⠀to write for them." She explains, looking at the case in her own hands that held the
⠀⠀typewriter she used during the day.

⠀⠀⠀⠀"Is it okay... if I take this with me?" Roseanne questioned, looking from the typewriter
⠀⠀case in Cattleya's hands to the one on her own desk. "Take it? Where?" The woman
⠀⠀questioned. Looking up from the typewriter to meet her eyes the girl replied. "To my
⠀⠀room. For training, and for..."

⠀⠀⠀⠀'Dear Major Gilbert' Was the first thing that Roseanne sat there at her desk in her
⠀⠀room in the attic of the building typed out on the new piece of paper. After her attempt
⠀⠀at writing a letter had led to her falling on the floor she decided that a typewriter would
⠀⠀be a much more efficient way to write her status updates to the Major. So there sat the
⠀⠀blonde with the moon shining through her window directly where she sat typing out her
⠀⠀letter to the Major.
⠀⠀
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ᴛʜᴜʀsᴅᴀʏ 6ᴛʜ ᴀᴘʀɪʟ 2023
⠀⠀⠀⠀
⠀⠀⠀⠀"Address? Gilbert's?" Professor Claudia Hodgins lowers the paper that'd been raised
⠀⠀to his line of sight, now looking at Roseanne who stood there on the opposite of the
⠀⠀desk with her hands clasped in front of her. "Yes. I wish to tell him that I've started a
⠀⠀writing job and begun training. I want to report my current status. I'm sure the Major
⠀⠀is still busy.. and is unable to see me yet, right?" She questioned looking at the man,
⠀⠀head tilting slightly to the side in question. The red-haired male slightly surprised,
⠀⠀clearly taken aback he nods. "Yeah. I understand. I'll send this for you."

⠀⠀⠀⠀There's a moment of silence between them, the man looking at the paper before
⠀⠀placing it to the side. "So uh... how's the training been going?" He asks, clearing
⠀⠀his throat before looking at the girl. "It's going well. There's no problem."
⠀⠀
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ʟᴀᴛᴇʀ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ᴅᴀʏ sʜᴀᴅᴏᴡɪɴɢ ᴀɴᴏᴛʜᴇʀ ᴅᴏʟʟ . . .
⠀⠀⠀⠀
⠀⠀⠀⠀A man sits on the other side of the desk, holding his brown hat on his lap as
⠀⠀he speaks. The Doll beside Roseanne has short brown hair wearing a black
⠀⠀turtleneck with a blue necklace that is rather eye-catching as she types away on the
⠀⠀typewriter speaking after him as she types, giving him insight as to what she's writing
⠀⠀on his behalf.

⠀⠀⠀⠀"Like you already know, it's hard making ends meet every day." He says, the typing
⠀⠀audible but not over the Doll's voice as she speaks. "As you already know, living expenses
⠀⠀are tight." Less than a second after she speaks the blonde girl speaks up. "You made an
⠀⠀error in that sentence." She points out, noticing how the wording is completely different.
⠀⠀Despite the glance sent her way the man continues. "Tell him I'll pay back ninety thousand
⠀⠀won every month." "Every month I-" The doll starts but Roseanne quickly interrupts her.
⠀⠀"If you pay back ninety thousand won every month it will take you 120 years to pay back
⠀⠀everything. Sir, do you think you will be able to survive until then?" Her question clearly
⠀⠀agitates the man as he scoffs.

⠀⠀⠀⠀Sitting beside a new Doll, the woman also has short hair although her own is a light
⠀⠀brown instead of a dark chocolatey shade and she wears green and glasses. Quite a
⠀⠀contrast to the previous doll. The next customer that sits in front of them is a lady in a
⠀⠀pink dress with hair hair slick back in a bun. She holds her handkerchief near her mouth
⠀⠀as she speaks. "Normally, she's a very good student. It's just sometimes she gets really
⠀⠀mad." The lady in pink mumbled behind the handkerchief, looking close to tears. "I'm
⠀⠀sorry for hurting your precious child. Please forgive me." The Doll speaks as she writes,
⠀⠀just like the previous one. "Maybe I didn't discipline her well enough..." She trails off.
⠀⠀"Our teachings were clearly insufficient." The moment that the words leave the Doll's
⠀⠀mouth the lady in front of them lets out a sob. "What did I do wrong?!" Her voice
⠀⠀slightly raised, startling the woman in green. "Well you uh-" She clearly is unsure how
⠀⠀to respond, hands no longer on the typewriter as her eyes are on the customer. "Crying
⠀⠀gets in the way of our work. Please stop crying immediately." Roseanne speaks looking
⠀⠀at the woman who looks startled by the lack of compassion and sympathy shown.

⠀⠀⠀⠀The same Doll is next to the 17-year-old as the next customer is sitting opposite them.
⠀⠀Everything while writing the letter had gone smoothly until he had read the entire thing,
⠀⠀slamming the piece of paper down on the desk. "Hey! What do you mean by this letter?!
⠀⠀'I'm sorry for my selfish request.' What do you mean, 'selfish'?!" He yells at the two of
⠀⠀them although his gaze is mainly cast on the Doll with glasses. She's almost folding in
⠀⠀on herself, words barely audible as she apologises. "'I apologise for the delay'?! This
⠀⠀makes it sound like I'm the one who did something wrong! Who do you think you are?!"
⠀⠀He screams. "Her name is Erica." Is what falls from Roseanne's lips which is when the man
⠀⠀turns to her in slight surprise. "Huh?! I didn't ask for her name! Anyway, I don't like this
⠀⠀letter. I'm not paying for this." He says scrunching up the paper before throwing it in
⠀⠀their direction. Flinching, Erica looks close to tears as the paper hits the filing cabinet
⠀⠀slightly to her left behind her. The man turns taking a step to walk away.

⠀⠀⠀⠀"Refusing to pay because you didn't like it is illegal." Roseanne stood up from her
⠀⠀seat, the woman beside her looking at her with wide worried eyes since the blonde
⠀⠀barely came up to the man's chest in height and he was more than triple her weight.
⠀⠀"What is it you don't like about it?" She asks standing in front of him. "Out of my
⠀⠀way!" He barks out as his hand grabs her shoulder about to shove her out of the
⠀⠀way. "Please be specific, give us some guidance." Her voice remained bland,
⠀⠀speaking just as she previously had been, as she knocked his hand off of her,
⠀⠀grabbing his wrist and twisting his arm around his body to his back before pressing
⠀⠀his chest against the desk. The man groaned in pain. "And please be quick about it."
⠀⠀Looking at the scene before her Erica is taken aback, eyes wide as she looks at them
⠀⠀almost in fear.

⠀⠀⠀⠀"We've received several complaints from a few customers." Those are the first words
⠀⠀words spoken as Erica and Roseanne stand in front of Claudia Hodgins, he speaks
⠀⠀directly to the two of them. "Was there a problem?" Rosie questions which earns
⠀⠀hesitation from the man sitting down opposite the two girls standing in front of his
⠀⠀desk. "No. Well... are you okay?" Erica looks towards the blonde as he mutters those
⠀⠀words. "Yes, there is nothing wrong with my health." She responds with a small nod.
⠀⠀"No, I mean about working as a doll." He corrects his previous question. "I'm
⠀⠀training diligently." She assures the man. "Hm. I see..." He trails off. The three of
⠀⠀them remain in silence for a moment, no one saying a word or moving."Um.. we
⠀⠀don't have any more reservations today. We're going to work diligently together
⠀⠀to make the membership list for the Chamber of Commerce after this." It's Erica
⠀⠀who breaks the silence, words directed at the Professor.

⠀⠀⠀⠀After they're dismissed Roseanne and Erica sit in the writing room upstairs, the two
⠀⠀of them alone as the rest of the Dolls work away downstairs taking walk-ins from
⠀⠀different customers. "Type the company and the address, then the type of industry,"
⠀⠀Erica instructs, placing an example sheet beside the typewriter to show the girl what
⠀⠀to do. "Yes, Ma'am," Roseanne responds, easily picking up what she's supposed to do.

⠀⠀⠀⠀Moments pass between them in silence as the blonde types away, the other merely
⠀⠀watching her in interest. Like she's trying to analyse her and read her mind. "Hey. Tell
⠀⠀me, why do you want to do this job?" She gains the courage to ask removing her
⠀⠀glasses. Pausing her typing the girl opens her mouth to speak. "I-". Both heads snap
⠀⠀towards the door of the room as it bursts open, a woman walks through although
⠀⠀they can only see her shoes beneath the divider as she walks in. "Oh, is everyone
⠀⠀gone?"

⠀⠀⠀⠀"Welcome Ma'am. Do you want to request a letter?" Erica speaks as she moves
⠀⠀around the divider, eyes landing on the woman. She's wearing a purple dress with a
⠀⠀white cardigan on top, a white sunhat with a purple bow on it. Her ginger hair in a
⠀⠀low-side ponytail curled. "Why else would I be here?" She questions, tone slightly
⠀⠀playful. Ignoring the interaction Roseanne goes back to silently typing away the
⠀⠀Chamber of Commerce. "Yes, of course, you're right. No matter what your request
⠀⠀is we're able to write any type of document for you." Erica starts, bowing politely.
⠀⠀"Auto Memory Doll Erica-" She's cut off by the lady. "Where is the doll named
⠀⠀Cattleya Baudelaire?" She questions. "She's on a business trip, Ma'am," Erica
⠀⠀explains. "Oh, I came here because I heard you can never go wrong with her.
⠀⠀Oh well. You see, the thing is someone has asked me out. A man who started an
⠀⠀automobile company. He said every household needs a car, especially with the
⠀⠀way the world is continuing." She speaks moving to make herself comfortable
⠀⠀on one of the couches.

⠀⠀⠀⠀Erica is slightly taken aback by the woman, moving to follow her. "Oh." Is
⠀⠀all she says. "But you know... I'm not such a simple woman. I don't want him to
⠀⠀think I'm easy." As she speaks the lady's cheeks start turning a shade of red. "I
⠀⠀see. So then-" Erica is cut off once again by the woman. "Well, he's not that great
⠀⠀of a catch. I don't have any real feelings for him but if he showed me he was
⠀⠀serious. And if he really loves me..." Despite her words, the blush only darkened,
⠀⠀showing clear interest in this man. The moment that those words fell from her lips.
⠀⠀'If he really loves me' Repeat in the 17-year-old's mind, her typing coming to a halt.
⠀⠀She looks up at the divider that separates her from the other two.

⠀⠀⠀⠀"I want you to write an elegant and romantic letter. Go ahead." As soon as
⠀⠀the request is given to her Erica looks nervous. Her mind raced back to the man
⠀⠀earlier in the day who'd slammed the letter down against the table infuriated by
⠀⠀her work. In the silence, Roseanne appears from around the corner of the divider
⠀⠀walking over to them. "Oh. Are you going to be the one to write it?" The lady
⠀⠀questions, looking towards the blonde. "Yes, I am, ma'am." She salutes like she'd
⠀⠀been given orders. Erica's eyes widen as she looks towards the Doll in training.
⠀⠀

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name: connor
nicknames: -
age: 20
time zone: EST
admin account: @reprise

pronouns: he/him

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　　　 　 　 　　　　 　 　 TABLE OF
　　　 　 　 　　　　 　 　 CONTENTS

　　　 　 　 　　　　 　 　- basics
　　　 　 　 　　　　 　 　- appearance
　　　 　 　 　　　　 　 　- personality
　　　 　 　 　　　　 　 　- relationships

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╰┈➤ BASICS⌇

full name :: cordelia rain walton.
• first name meaning ─ heart; daughter of the sea god.
• surname meaning ─ walled town; city of streams or woods.
nickname(s) :: delia, lia.
birthday :: april first.
• age ─ nineteen.
• zodiac sign ─ aries.
• gender ─ female.
• pronouns ─ she/her/hers.
sexual orientation :: pansexual.
• romantic orientation ─ panromantic.
• gender preference ─ either.
nationality :: american.
• ethnicity ─ white.
• known languages ─ english, american sign language.

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╰┈➤ APPEARANCE⌇

• physical health ─ decent.
• height ─ 5’4”
• weight ─ 125lbs.
eye color :: brown.
hair color :: dark brown.
• length ─ to her shoulders.
• birthmarks? :: none.
• freckles? ─ some on her face that appear during the summertime.
• scars? ─ one on her back from a knife.
• piercings? ─ traditional ear piercings.
• tattoos? ─ some.
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╰┈➤ PERSONALITY⌇

small overview :: cordelia is a sweet person, extremely friendly and talkative to new people. she’s a bit on edge, considering she has a hard time trusting the people she’s talking to, but she never goes out of her way to make others feel bad for it.

good traits ::
• adaptable.
• kind-hearted.
• empathetic.

neutral traits ::
• cautious.
• observant.
• independent.

bad traits ::
• paranoid.
• untrusting.
• pessimistic.

likes ::
• reading.
• journaling.
• nature.

dislikes ::
• being home alone.
• scary movies.
• sour foods.

this or that ::
• night or day? ─ day.
• peace or chaos? ─ peace.
• movies or books? ─ books.
• coffee or tea? ─ coffee.
• cats or dogs? ─ cats.
• fruit or veggies? ─ fruits.

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╰┈➤ RELATIONSHIPS ⌇

mother’s name :: samantha walton.
• relationship status ─ close.
father’s name :: james walton.
• relationship status ─ close up until his death.

siblings ::
• alexander walton (deceased).

friends :: tba.
past partners :: one.
current partners? :: tba.
acquaintances :: tba.
love language :: words of affirmation.

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Aetius is a slave made into a gladiator, men who fight to the death for money.

Owned by the house of hornwood, he acts as the tavern’s bodyguard when he’s not in the ring

(He’s a slave and gets no sexual preference)

HELLO!
Im looking for new partners right now. So please if you want to figure something out feel free to dm. Im NOT new to rp! Here are some RULES and other things about the roleplay:

-SERIOUS WRITERS ONLY PLEASE.

- Please dont ghost me just say that you dont want to rp anymore.

- Im online most of the time but feel free to remind me anytime if I forgot about our rp.

- Dont be afraid to suggest some things to add to our rp. If you get bored we can figure something new up.

- I rp in 3rd person and can write up to a few paragraphs depending on how you respond.

If you read this far to prove tell me your favourite music artist;)