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He's really gone.

Jet...

On one hand, I realize that my aim has actually gotten better in spite of not having much to shoot at lately.

On the other hand, I'm completely out of mud bullets. And I no longer have any casings. I wonder if I can safely cast rubber bullets without casings...

... I probably shouldn't, right?

-It's the return of Sieben High's delightfully dorky girl, Virginia Maxwell! Here we find her scuttling along in her admittedly frumpy (by today's standards) outfit, clinging desperately to her books lest some asshole or bitch decides to knock them out of her hands again. She's often bullied, you see, being who she is.

Still, she's smiling. You know why? Because she gets to see Jet here pretty soon! The blush on her face is highly evident. How could a childhood friend grow so close like that? It was like something out of a movie.-

I wonder if he'll ask me to the prom...

...It was beginning to look truly beautiful. The desert was falling away and Filgaia was finally becoming the planet Jet remembered.

Oh... I suppose I should publicly announce that I am, in fact, alive.

Grell, we need to have words.

-The souds of gunfire are heard, several repeating rounds, as well as a frustrated grunt-

...Daddy, where are you...

If I know anything about desert fox's, it's that as smart as they are, they still run away from a bullet...

(( Virigina, in this AU, is the daughter of MIA soldier Werner Maxwell. He'd gone missing in Northern Africa, suspected to be captured by the Afrika Corps ))

...I don't think I like snow anymore. I mean, I can deal with cold. Desert nights chill to the bone.

BUT AT LEAST IT'S DRY! -a large sneeze is heard- ACHOO!!!

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Mr. Watari? Um....I think I have something for you

Um...Jet? -crunching noises are heard as she walks out of the apartment- my goodness it got cold...

What is all this white stuff?

...

WHOA!

EVERYTHING'S NORMAL!!!

Did I...miss something? I could have sworn those were all just the native animals here.

...I feel a touch dumb right now.

It really was amazing...experiencing the water like that. It's an experience I would trade for the world.

Thank you Jet...I'm starting to better know the beauty of the Filgaia you remember.

Fooled ya!

I bet you all thought I was really dead, right? Well, one of the hibou pulled me aside and asked me if I wanted to participate in a curse BEHIND the scenes, so I agreed! They got me all made up like a corpse and gave me this pill that helped me breath without my chest moving! I was so convincing I thought I was a zombie walking along in the hidden back halways, ha ha!

Welp, I AM alive, so no worries, everyone!

Um...Miss Fio? If you could please return my ARMs, I'd very much appreciate it. They're heirlooms, after all...

It's remarkable. Aside from the need to wear glasses, we aren't physically that different! I think we got off easy, ha ha!

[Private to Fio // Hackable]

If you need something for the back pain I know you're feeling, I still have the medicine Isane made for me...

...You were right, Papa....like you usually are.

Just when you think you're at your lowest, you realize things do eventually get better.

Thank you, Jet...all of you...for everything.

-Well after Grell had posted, Virginia finally returned to the tent city, Angelina and Sougo not with her...and her face a mask of little to no emotion. She recognized just who Grell had "made beautiful"...

There is the sound of a gun being loaded very quickly. The bullets sound differently than the ones she had been using previously. They sound heavier and more metalic...has she cast actual LEAD bullets? Either way...-

Grell...You had better hope there's a higher tier of death gods to guide your kind into the afterlife.

-the barrel is spun for a moment, before being snapped into place and the hammer tested. She does the same for her smaller gun-

High Noon. Tomorrow. You and me. I'm no longer afraid...Angelina and Sougo taught me that much. It's either going to be you or me. That's the way it always was in the Wasteland...I think I'm finally beginning to understand.

-And no, she has no clue Jet arrived-

Sougo? Ling Tong?

...I...I'm sorry. But I have to cancel that race. Grell helped me find out where Angelina is. I need to go save her. I'm not afraid of the danger...at least the Gale Crest still works in this form. I'm faster than anything that might want to chase me.

But I have to do this for her. Angelina is...she needs me. Even if I am just a rabbit right now, she needs me to be strong.

I'll be back as soon as I can. With Angelina.

...this is going to make training difficult, to say the least. At least I can still use the Gale Crest, for some reason.

-the video is just Virginia standing nearby the apartment. There are various object set up in the distance and she stands in a drawing stance with Rapier and Bantorain holstered, but her fingers twitching to draw. A few moments pass before she snaps the two guns out and fires several hyper-fast shots off before twirling them and setting them back into their holsters.-

...I've gotten slow.

...after all I said and did, I couldn't do much in the end...

Angelina? Kiyone? I think I need some time to myself right about now...

Now, more than ever, I miss them so much...

-the video clicks on to reveal The Drifter standing at a very high point, perhaps a bank building of some sort. The scarf, of course, hides any and all expression, and her eyes don't reveal much either. She then points the gun at the camera, and speaks in a voice that doesn't seem to carry any weight, but still somehow has conviction-

This is an open challenge to those who put on that display earlier. A lot of people seem to want you in jail or dead. I don't really see either of those as justice...

So, consider this something more appealing to you. How about you make me laugh? Sound like fun?