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[The journal pops open as it hits the ground, the camera pointed straight upwards into the trees. There's nothing to be seen other than branches and leaves, and at first it may seem like just an accident... but the sounds that it picks up make it very clear this isn't just someone being careless and letting their journal fall out of a bag. In fact, the very first thing that anyone will hear is the sharp report of a gunshot, followed immediately by yelling.]

Law! Behind you!

On it. Room. [There’s a flash and the branches and leaves are now washed out by a blue glow. There’s the sound of a growl, the snap of electricity, and then an explosion.] Watch out! They’re swarming!

[Two more gunshots echo over the journals.]

Damn it... how many of them are there?

Can’t tell yet, Gai. [More explosions, and the crack of wood being torn apart. Then the groan and thud of trees crashing down.] They’re still coming out of the woodwork.

[Another shot.]

Guess we should be honored they felt we needed this much of a welcoming committee.

Goodness knows I’m flattered. [Metal clanging.] Perhaps this is what they think consists of therapy. [A crack.] Ugh. Well, if they’re offering, who am I to refuse? I’ve got a few issues to work out…

Too bad I prefer my therapy to be one on one.

[Another clang, then a thud. There's another wash of light, this time silver rather than blue-- a light that should be very familiar to a certain Shu Ouma if he happens to be looking into the journal while all of this is going down.

The sounds of combat continue for a while longer, at last dwindling down to an almost painful silence. This silence lingers for a long moment, heavy, until Gai's voice finally breaks it, exhausted yet triumphant.]

... they'd better not charge us for that session.

[Anyone who happens by the Battle Dome after this little spectacle will be treated to the sight of a battered and exhausted Gai and Law surrounded by droid fragments and damaged trees. They're in surprisingly good spirits considering what just happened, though some healing would be very much appreciated right about now.]

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[The sound of Cross' voice prompts Gai to look up, the edges of his lips curling into a smirk. He's still riding too high on the wave of adrenaline to even be annoyed by that comment; if anything, he's pretty damn proud of himself.]

Take that up with the Malnosso. I'm sure they'd be happy to send some more out after you.

Hm, maybe. Least I'd have something to actually dismantle and play with if it were me. But, I suppose I could scrounge something up from this mess.

[It's a joke. Or at least he's trying to find some humor, even if certain revelations about Gai via Elizabeth has made this more awkward for him.

Approaching Gai he'll extend the first aid kit out to Gai.]

This is all I got. Sorry magic is not my specialty.

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Go ahead and look if you want, but the ones who escape always take all of the important parts back with them. You won't find anything useful there unless you're into making modern art.

[Gai's sense of humor isn't much better at the moment. He'll try, though, because there's a sense of near-giddiness that comes from having fought off so many droids and escaped (mostly) in one piece.]

Got any bandages in there?

Laaaame...so lame. Why can't they just be dumb for once?

[There's a questionable look at that question.]

I don't think I could call it a proper first aid kit if it didn't have bandages.

Anyway, you want me to do it or do you?

I can handle it.

[If there's one thing Gai doesn't like, it's people who aren't Inori, Elizabeth, or Law touching him.]

And we wouldn't be trapped here if they were dumb. Someone would've figured out a way to escape a long time ago.

[And he'll offer a shrug.]

'kay, here ya go. [He'll just stuff that first aid kit in your hands, Gai.]

They still would've had to contend with the barrier if they tried to escape.

[Much appreciated, Cross. Gai will open it up and start rummaging around for bandages and antiseptic.]

People have tried to escaped before, and they've failed every time. The Malnosso aren't letting us get out that easily. They like to keep their lab rats in their cages.

Nice to know you're so positive on the situation around here.

[It's sarcasm, but he gets what Gai means. It was true. The Malnosso may provide for the whole enclosure, but they did like to have their fun and mess with them.]

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I prefer to think of myself as being practical.

[And honestly, compared to the experiments he'd been put through before? Most of this stuff isn't bad at all. He can deal with this.]

Uh huuuuh...

[He's not sure if he likes practical.]

Least this isn't your average Thursday. I'd be kind of worried.

[Except not really. Gai could probably take this stuff every Thursday.]

It would make things around here that much less boring, that's for sure.

[He could, and he'd have fun with it, too.]

Don't give them ideas. They're probably watching us and trying to find what other new ways to make us all suffer.

[Gai just smirks.]

What makes you think they need ideas? They don't seem to have any trouble coming up with those on their own.

[There's a shrug to that.]

Maybe their creative team has slow days.

Who knows. Does it really matter? They're still going to do whatever it is they want to us, whether the initial idea comes from us or them.

[And there's a sigh to that.]

Maybe a little. You'd think they'd want to treat us better to keep our loyalty or somethin'...all things considered.

[Yeah, he's referring to you know what.]

[The sound Gai makes in response to that is more of a scoff than anything else.]

Ever hear of Stockholm Syndrome?

Uhhhhh...

Is that some kind of allergy?

[That'd be a no. This one did not psychology in school.]

Not even close. It's a phenomenon where captives end up feeling sympathy towards their captors after they've been held hostage long enough. You could argue that a lot of the people here are textbook examples of it with the way they're so willing to do the Malnosso's dirty work for them.

How dumb do you gotta be to actually fall for something like that?

[A description like that seemed to accurately describe Clove. Willing to just throw her arms in with them and justify all their actions.]

And what do you mean by dirty work?

Willingly fighting their battles for them. Not for any ulterior motive, but because they want to.

[He's not being hypocritical here-- his reasons for going on missions are mainly to gather as much intel as he can.]

Maybe people go and fight the cultists cause they're just bad people in general? Not because they feel obligated to by the Malnosso?

[Of course, he can't really argue with that logic. He's only gone on missions for points so far. Points to try and spend on a computer.]

I'm sure some of them do. But if you've ever looked into any of the announcements made by the Malnosso, you'll hear some people offering to work with them. There are even some people here who want to join the Malnosso.

[Like Clove. And it angers him, because he likes and respects her otherwise.]

Yeah, I know which people you mean.

[Clove fit all the traits Gai described.]

At the same time...I can sort of see their reasoning behind it. I mean, some of them had it worse back home. Not that I don't agree that it's the dumbest reasoning in existence, but, I can understand it.

[Clove had gone into him about that before too. Maybe that's why he was defending her or at least people like just slightly.]

There's nothing wrong with wanting to fight to protect what you have here. But you can do that without surrendering yourself to the Malnosso's wishes. You don't need to give up your autonomy to a higher power in order to fight.

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