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− | ! style="background:#CC6699; border: 2px #CC0033 solid; font-size: 110%;" align="center" colspan="2" | '''TIMELINE 1: A Summary On Cow & Goat Milk'''
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− | |'''Summary''':<br>
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− | ''La Sirene requests more information from Sourisi about kosher ice cream, and she delivers! But it isn't all about staying cool in the summer heat.''
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− | | '''Who:'''<br>
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− | [[Nori Ankou]], [[Niramo Umokeshi]]
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− | | '''Where:'''<br>
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− | Shitamachi Low City - Sensouji Temple
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− | | '''OOC - IC Date:'''<br>
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− | 12/30/18 - 08/08/2014
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− | .**************************** Shitamachi Low City *****************************.
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− | *+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+* Sensouji Temple +*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*
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− | The oldest and most famous temple Buddhist temple in Tokyo, Sensouji is
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− | approached through several blocks of paper-lanterned stalls. The scent of
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− | fried foods and the traditional clothing worn by the vendors gives the
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− | market a festive feel, and on pleasant days the market street leading up to
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− | the temple is jammed with people looking at dubiously handmade crafts,
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− | traditional Japanese clothing, and various religious trinkets.
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− | The temple itself is approached through a massive orange-red gate, which
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− | looks as though it was orphaned from a great castle, and sports a pair of
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− | hemp sandals large enough to hold a truck instead of a foot. The color
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− | scheme repeats inside, where a heaped pagoda flanks the main hall, their
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− | heavy pine-blue rooves contrasting with livid orange pillars to give a
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− | stately, otherworldly impression. The grounds are extensive, with wide open
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− | paved areas, and enough nooks and crannies to find some quiet even on busy
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− | days. Multiple smaller halls are devoted to various deities, and many small
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− | shrines and statues rest within a calm garden. There is even a separate
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− | Shinto shrine adjacent to the temple, also named Sensouji.
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− | As with a Shinto shrine, visitors are expected to wash their hands and mouth
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− | from a font before entering, and can purchase charms and fortunes within for
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− | a small donation.
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− | <Pose Tracker> Sourisi [Juuban Public School (8)] has posed.
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− | All may be relatively back to normal for the Sensouji Temple, but there's still quite a lot of time
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− | left in the day before Sourisi can call it good. Ice cream is safe from the all-devouring maw of the
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− | Not-Nice Panther (despite the sembalance to a snow lion, she still insists on calling it by that
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− | name), but it seems like La Sirene has something serious she wanted to discuss.
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− | Borrowing just a bit of shaved ice to help keep the groceries her mom requested cool, Sourisi sets
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− | the buldging bags on the roof next to a few pipes and sits down in the shade they provide. Magical
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− | outfit or no, the setting sun was still baking Tokyo and this was a mouse who didn't wished to be
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− | fried. At least there was a nice breeze this high up!
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− | The air and a quicker route home is just a few of the reasons why Niramo wants to abuse her
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− | Miraculous to hop along the rooftops, but Takk had but his tiny foot down on that plan. He may be
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− | tiny, but the mouse Kwami can rant for -hours- if he's in the right mood.
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− | "Is everything okay, La Sirene-san? I honestly thought things went well enough against the Orphan!"
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− | It honestly did go well enough, but Sourisi knew it could have gone a bit better. She didn't even
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− | see the new Miraculous user until near the end, and that was just embarrasing. Hopefully she didn't
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− | mess up on something important. Wait, was there more of a difference between Akuma Villains and
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− | Orphans and this was a lecture?!
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− | <Pose Tracker> Nori Ankou [Ohtori Academy (9)] has posed.
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− | La Sirene has not leapt, she has drifted. Of some note before she began to travel with Sourisi was
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− | the introduction of Batiste the Otter, a small and friendly fellow who seems happy to ride shotgun
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− | on la Sirene's magical shoulder.
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− | As she drifts, la Sirene has to turn her head to put her focus back on Sourisi. Blinking slowly, she
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− | says; "Hm? Oh!"
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− | La Sirene clasps her hands together with a tiny flash of blue. "I was a little dismayed at that girl
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− | with the swan, but yes, you're right. I was just thinking about what you had mentioned."
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− | "I told you I can't handle a lot of milk..." And indeed, la Sirene's L.V. bag, wherein an otter
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− | -shaped space is now packed with presents, contains mostly fruit ices. Weird, how she has that
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− | custom handbag that's so similar to the one -- but never mind. "But you said there was kosher ice
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− | cream, and that it was different? I don't know what that is."
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− | "It's... religious!" says Batiste, hopefully. He is college educated, but only on the undergraduate
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− | level.
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− | <Pose Tracker> Sourisi [Juuban Public School (8)] has posed.
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− | Climbing and bounding is something that Sourisi is used to be now, lacking the means of flight like
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− | La Sirene has. At least magical flight still appears to be the minority instead of the majority like
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− | she feared long ago. It takes considerable effort for Sourisi not to pick up Batiste and hug him
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− | tightly, his natural adorableness making it hard for her to go with her first instinct. She did say
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− | that he was very charming!
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− | Takk is, meanwhile, dealing with the troublesome emotion known as jealousy. He's not jealous of a
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− | otter, not in the slightest.
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− | Thankfully for Sourisi, a lecture seems to be the futhest thing from La Sirene's mind, and it takes
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− | the mouse ninja to backtrack for a moment. "Huh? Oh, right, you did mention something like that, and
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− | then I told you about the kosher ice cream!" She starts to giggle when Batiste hits close to the
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− | mark and gives him points for effort. "You're close, Batiste-san! I'm not sure from what religion
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− | it's from myself, but it basically amounts to food usually doesn't come from diseased animals here.
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− | I try to keep track of what someone can have if they have dietry plans."
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− | Cupping her chin in a free hand, Sourisi motions with a free hand towards where the Crown Arcade
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− | should be...hopefully. Rooftops can change your perspective if you wern't careful! "The Crown Arcade
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− | usually avoids that by serving a few milk-free ice creams on their menu, but not too many people I
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− | know get it because they think it tastes terrible. It's...a little different, but you still get the
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− | same experience. There's ones with peanut butter and chocolate, or tastes like bubble gum. If you
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− | want, I can look around at some of the shops later and find out if there's a bigger selection of ice
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− | cream somewhere...or maybe other kinds of desserts too!"
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− | If it also means that she gets to taste test some more ice cream, it does seem like a win-win to
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− | Sourisi as well!
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− | <Pose Tracker> Nori Ankou [Ohtori Academy (9)] has posed.
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− | Batiste is extremely huggable. He's like a water cat with a big chubby tail. Chubby tail!! Precious
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− | paws!! Cute little eyes!!
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− | "Yes!" la Sirene says, clenching a fist in dramatic acknowledgement. "I want to know everything
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− | about it!" Then she leans forwards as Sourisi explains, nodding along occasionally. Her lips purse
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− | for a moment.
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− | "Does that mean that regular milk can come from animals with diseases?" la Sirene asks. She frowns
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− | and looks at Batiste.
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− | Batiste looks back at her, and then back towards Sourisi. The otter explains, "Where we are from the
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− | milk all comes from goats, not from cows."
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− | "So it's um - what's the word. I know it tastes different, and the cheese is different," la Sirene
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− | muses as she drifts a little closer to Sourisi. "Do you know what I mean?"
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− | "I hope we aren't making assumptions," Batiste says, apologetically. He clasps his little paws.
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− | "You must be a big fan of the Crown Arcade... I wish I had a favorite place like that," la Sirene
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− | says, more dreamily. "And I would adore that, but don't put yourself out if it would be difficult
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− | for you to do. I can look for such things myself if they occur to me."
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− | La Sirene's head lolls slightly and she smiles at Sourisi. "My apologies. I always get rather
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− | wistful, this time of day... I'm much more vivacious at night."
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− | <Pose Tracker> Sourisi [Juuban Public School (8)] has posed.
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− | It's rare for someone to be so interested when it comes to cooking explanations, even if it's an
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− | imperfect one. The last time she tried to explain to Marinette what the difference between sifted
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− | and unsifted flour, her eyes became glazed halfway through. Maybe it's how Takk feels at times?
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− | "It can, but if it's a small infection or disease, it's usually taken care of during the
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− | pasteurization process. It helps kills a lot of the germs, but some people are understandably still
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− | picky about it. And some foods can be bought without it done, since it can taste completely
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− | different as well!" A quick peek into her grocery bags show they're fine thanks to the shade. The
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− | ice cream salesman was a lifesaver!
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− | Milk from a goat? That's certainly different, and might explain why La Sirene can't have milk from
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− | cows. Maybe her body couldn't handle the difference? "Goat milk? I never tried it before, but I
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− | heard it's really strong. And I think so. They're alike yet completely different at the same time,
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− | right?" Oooh, seeing Batiste almost bowing like that makes Sourisi wish she could take a picture of
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− | him. He shouldn't be that cute! "You're both fine, Batiste-san! I just hope i'm explaining things
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− | well enough!"
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− | That last comment about the Crown Arcade has the mouse ninja rubbing the back of her neck, with her
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− | cheeks turning pink. She was talking about it quite a bit, wasn't she? "Aah! W-well, I often don't
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− | have a lot to do outside of school and fighting evildoers, so I go to arcades to pass the time. It's.
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− | ..one of the arcades I end up going to the most, though."
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− | A slight frown appears on her lips for a moment when le Sirene mentions she wishes she had a
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− | favorite spot. Takk might throw a fit, but...well, he did seem to be coming around with each person
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− | she reveals herself to. "Well, it can be if you want it too. I-I mean, I know we all have our secret
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− | identities and everything, but...I wouldn't mind taking you there sometime as a friend! And...
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− | vivacious?" Sourisi stumbles over the word for a moment before realization dawns on her. "Oh, right!
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− | I'm a night owl myself. I always seem to get all of my energy after the sun sets and you can relax."
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− | <Pose Tracker> Nori Ankou [Ohtori Academy (9)] has posed.
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− | "The what?" La Sirene asks.
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− | "Is that the thing where they heat it up and cook it just the tiniest bit to kill off the germs?"
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− | Batiste asks. (To la Sirene, he explains, "Walk-on-glass process." He does not actually explain
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− | anything with this.)
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− | "I don't think it's strong!" la Sirene protests, though without great vigor. "But it is certainly
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− | different... it tastes... mm, it's strong ER, I suppose I will accept that." And then she listens...
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− | and she asks, "What do you hope to do, when you are older?"
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− | She awaits an answer quietly.
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− | But then she asks, "I have never really gone to a game center. Is it very hard? I don't want to look
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− | foolish in front of everyone... I just did not have many games growing up, and even now I only have
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− | the jewel one on my phone."
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− | With a sense of having a confession, la Sirene adds, "I suppose that sounds strange. I am not... I
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− | was not /raised/ in the Sea of Tears, my distant home."
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− | Batiste shifts on la Sirene's shoulder, sitting upright. He rests his paw on the side of her head,
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− | which does look a little preposterous, but it is to steady himself... and perhaps to provide support.
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− | <Pose Tracker> Sourisi [Juuban Public School (8)] has posed.
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− | Batiste seems to know exactly what pasteurization does, but his explanation to la Sirene leaves a
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− | lot to be desired. "Wait, 'walk-on-glass' process? You walk on glass to clean food?" Was it a sheet
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− | of glass or shards? Wouldn't that be painful?!
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− | La Sirene's weakening protests has Sourisi laughing at the end of it all, unable to contain herself.
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− | "So I guess it's true, then? I should try it myself someday, but...I might plug up my nose, to play
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− | it safe if that's okay." Besides, trying out new foods is fun and like a miniature adventure. You
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− | never quite know what to expect.
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− | The next question fired her way brings the Miraculous user up short, not exactly that question in
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− | the slightest. It's something she thinks about, with the far off prospect of high school still miles
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− | away. Leaning her head against a pipe, Sourisi looks towards the darkening sky and takes a moment to
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− | think. "Well...I don't exactly have anything specific planned, but I want to do something that make
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− | others happy. Be it stopping evil like this all the time, bringing good food to others, or some
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− | other way I haven't thought of...I just want to make the world a better place. There's too many bad
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− | things that go on in the world, mundane or magical, so I just want to try to make it a little bit
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− | better. As long as you can laugh, it's a good life, right?"
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− | Maybe she has been thinking about it more than just a little.
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− | Looking back at la Sirene, Sourisi's grateful for the change in subject. She tries not to think too
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− | much about the serious parts of life. "Well...yes and no? There's all sorts of games at an arcade,
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− | and while some are just games of luck, there's quite a few that can be difficult as well. An arcade
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− | is made to make money no matter what, though! Keep that in mind!"
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− | She wasn't raised in her home? And the Sea of Tears? Sourisi't never heard of a place like that
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− | before, but just how Sirene talked about it, but it sounds like there's a lot that is unsaid and
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− | felt at the same time. "I can't imagine what it would be like not to be raised in a place that you
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− | know to be your home, but...isn't a home what you decide it is? A friend of mine grew up in France
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− | for most of her life, but she considers Tokyo as a second home, even if it's not where she's raised.
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− | " Hopefully she's not completely butchering this!
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− | "I...moved several times in my life, and I still remember this study my father had back in my first
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− | house. It was so quiet in there when it rained, and so peaceful. I haven't seen it in years, but I
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− | still remember it clearly...u-uh, anyways! The point is maybe you're no longer there, but if you
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− | have memories that you hold it close in your heart, it doesn't have to be so distant." Sourisi did
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− | get a little sidetracked there with memories of that small house, but...it was still there, in a
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− | sense.
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− | She was no good at trying to be serious, was she?
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− | <Pose Tracker> Nori Ankou [Ohtori Academy (9)] has posed.
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− | "No, no," Batiste says. "That was the name of our inventor of the idea! It was a little beforehand.
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− | Really, it isn't important, though it did use a glass vessel..."
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− | "Of course," la Sirene tells Sourisi with a sage nod. "Whatever you like. It's really got a good
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− | flavor, though... rather tangy."
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− | And then Sourisi speaks about her dreams and la Sirene's hands lace together before her as she
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− | purses her lips in thought. It's not a frown, though it might seem near to one.
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− | The explanation about food, helping people, making the world better... it strikes a chord in la
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− | Sirene. Perhaps such feelings are not hers, not exactly, but she can feel them too, by analogy if by
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− | absolutely nothing else. And is making the world happier all that much different from collecting the
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− | sorrows of the world?
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− | She listens.
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− | "I," la Sirene says, "was born... in Sapporo. Did you go on the school trip...?" This alone was
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− | sufficient to narrow the identity of la Sirene down to three people; only one at Ohtori, and two at
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− | Infinity. "I did not leave much, save for family trips... except that I spent a summer away, in the
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− | Sea of Tears, before I came to this place. To Tokyo."
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− | La Sirene is quiet for a moment, and then says, "A study in your father's home... it sounds
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− | wonderful."
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− | "Places like that... memories... the Sea of Tears may sound ridiculous, but I can assure you that it
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− | is a real place. But it is also a place where memories are built and where they can remain...
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− | Sometimes people move their memories there, just to be safe."
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− | After a moment, and a glance to Batiste, la Sirene says, "Can you tell me a day and a time when we
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− | could meet? At that game center. I will come there, in my other form. I hope you'll be patient with
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− | me as I learn the games... I do not know if I will like them. But, Sourisi, my dear -"
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− | "I do like you."
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− | ("Does your friend really speak French? I would love to practice my French with her! They speak
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− | French in the Sea of Tears," la Sirene says. Batiste, outside of la Sirene's hearing, later corrects
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− | by saying they speak *a form* of French, perhaps because he senses a social disaster.)
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− | <Pose Tracker> Sourisi [Juuban Public School (8)] has posed.
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− | So it wasn't actually her first home but the second that la Sirene misses? At least she wasn't
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− | completely off, but it does make more sense now, where she considers her memories her home. "A place
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− | where memories can be safe? It sounds like a great place, actually. I might have to look into it
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− | more!" But with the name of the Sea of Tears...it also sounds a little dreary.
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− | A full smile forms under Sourisi's masked eyes, and she gives a quick nod to her new friend. "Of
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− | course! I'll be more than happy with teaching you the ropes on how to play at an arcade, and it'll
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− | be my treat. I'll be in my other form too, um...look for a large leather bookbag and i'll wear
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− | something green. Monday around lunch time then?"
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− | Grabbing her chilled groceries and waving cheerfully at la Sirene (and a quick hug for Batiste!),
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− | Sourisi starts leaping away towards her home. She needs to drop these off before meeting up with the
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− | latest Miraculous user in Tokyo. And who said summer days were lazy?
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