moonblades | erika

[Mio is still getting used to the sounds of Puffin Town, even the relative stillness of Corpse Flower Farm, but she knows the rustling coming from outside is no normal song of nature. Her sleep was only half-restful, anyway. Even camping in the middle of the wilderness, it had felt much safer surrounded by five other people (and two Nopons) she knew would fight to protect her.

So she leaves the farmhouse, carrying a garden trowel and hand rake with her. They're the closest in weight to the Blade she normally wielded, and she's confident enough in her speed to believe she could deflect an assault with them. And it's with trowel in hand that she comes across a ~~rat~~ girl already tilling the fields.]

Since you like solving mysteries, am I supposed to figure you're looking for clues?

[Erika is currently stood in the Saloon, facing forward and toward the bar. She stands there in utter silence, leaving one to wonder what she's even doing. Is she having some kind of breakdown?

That is until she raises one finger as soon as Mio enters.]

Stay there. I am doing detective work.

[It's a little bit after the afterparty - which doesn't last particularly long for obvious reasons - that she finds herself coming back to Corpse Flower farm.

She could say she's returning to celebrate another success but. A perverse sentimentality settles within her, less rational. She wants to check in on Mio. Check if she's... okay? Who knows.

So she arrives, arms behind her back and finds her outside.]

I imagine your farm is about as lonely as ours is, by this point. [They technically have three vs Mio's two but. Still.]

[Erika follows the sounds of Mio's music - distinct, now that she's heard her play - and finds her down at the beach. She keeps her distance for a while, just listening to her play.

Erika's not a musical person. Not by a long shot. She knows an academic amount about how to play various instruments, the history of orchestra and classical and even more modern types of music. It's often relevant to her cases after all.

Do you have no love?

Her jaw tightens. She doesn't interrupt, but she does approach.]

week 1, extremely stupid late on tuesday?

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Week 2, Post-Trial

Week 3, Post-Trial