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SUPER BACKDATED HOSPITAL ACTION:
Back in ye olden days of late September, Vianca got completely wrecked. The pikmin was carted off to the hospital to have her checklist of injuries taken care of. Concussion, bone fractures, internal bleeding, some unexpected respiratory problems, an alarming amount of black and blue. THE WORKS. WHAT A GOOD TIME.

If you would like to backdate a hospital visit you are more than welcome to do so. She was there for an indeterminate amount of time before hobbling back to the Academy to try and fix the library.

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[MEANWHILE IN THE MORE OR LESS PRESENT she was actually making a video post, which happened practically never. It was, however, still too cumbersome to type very well, and she had a number of things to bring up. None of which were her extended absence, which she didn't expect anyone to actually notice.]

Hello... I'd like to apologize for the disarray in the library. We are working to put it back in order as quickly as we can.

[Because it got wrecked. Wheatley has been doing the best he can, but he was Wheatley. Things were going about as well as anyone could expect.]

In order to speed this process, I would like to ask if there is anyone currently present that is skilled with robotics? My assistant's robotic chassis was... unfortunately incapacitated. It would be greatly appreciated if we could ask for your assistance in repairing it.

[She looks about as uncomfortable as someone who only linefaces could. The little girl looked down at her desk for a few moments and then she picked up a piece of paper with a crude drawing of a flower on it, holding it up to fill the whole frame.]

... I am also... searching for this flower, if anyone has seen one. There used to be a small patch of them in the forest, but that part of the forest no longer exists. I do not know where else to look... They are somewhat large, and come in different colors. I would be very grateful if anyone could point me to where they have seen one. It is... very important.

Thank you.

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Aye, little lady. [He offers to her a short little nod, and the cock of an eyebrow.]

I uprooted a few for study. I do not need all of them. But it would be best for you to identify that they are precisely what you need.

[No sense in raising her hopes if he managed to inadvertently destroy them.]

[She nods.]

When would be an acceptable time to intrude?

Whenever would be most convenient for you. During classtime likely not. Otherwise I do not have so many things occupying me that I would conveniently turn you away.

[If she was a full grown woman, it likely wouldn't be the case. But she's not—in his eyes—and that makes her company far more tolerable.]

[While she did not want to step out of line and seem over eager, she was keenly aware that the sooner the better was incredibly applicable to her situation. She takes a few moments to quietly consider it before speaking back up to ask:]

Would... now be acceptable?

[Hasty little thing, which does set him a little on edge, however... He opts for another subtle nod, probably not too unlike her own.]

Of course. Come to my classroom.

[Because he won't be escorting a young girl through what's left of the woods at later hours.]

[Another nod. Another time might have ended the conversation at that, but Vianca paused a moment more.]

Thank you.

[And then it was done. Despite her haste, she made herself walk the distance, eventually knocking on the door of the elf's classroom with her unslung hand.]

[Whatever it is he was doing while she was along the way could have been summed up into 'instructor's work.' An endless grinding of leaves, boiling them, and combining them. A plant's work was never done, it seemed.

Her interruption was a somewhat welcome one, while he could easily admit that he needed something else to do with his time. Too much work made him dull and he was already plenty dull enough. In greeting her, he paused. A brief look over her, he took notice of her condition, and stepped aside to wave her in.]

Lady... Vianca, if I recall correctly.

[Because she was the one who always sat in front and always stared at him so intently.]

[So intently and with such careful notes.]

Correct.

[She stepped in quietly, briefly dropping her eyes when she became aware of the way he looked at her. Instead she focused on the vaguely medicinal smell that hung in the air that was as vaguely comforting as it was unsettling as it always was.]

... Thank you for letting me come so suddenly.

It is no issue.

[He closed the door after her and motioned for her to follow him to his desk, where he had an array of things set up. From a look at the table, it'd seem he never did anything except work.]

You look as if you have seen kinder days. [Which was as close as he could get to so pointedly asking her if she was all right. Not to mention, but to ask it in such a form seemed nothing short of idiotic.]

[Vianca followed as instructed, keenly looking over the things he had been working on from what she could see at her vantage point.]

Today is kinder than others.

[On the one end of his desk he left the flowers in question, in a gaggle of other potted flowers. All were well cared for, properly watered, and for a man who seemed as if he cared little for much, impeccably good condition.

Soryk motioned to them and pulled up a chair for Vianca to sit if she so chose to.]

Some days are kinder than other. Surely whatever responsible for your plight has seen consequences and a less than kind aftermath.

I don't see why they would.

[A more nonchalant answer than it warranted. If something happened to her, it was inevitably something she deserved. Probably. She had stepped out of line somewhere or done too much of that hoping thing. Something like that.

She noticed him motioning to the flowers after a moment of looking elsewhere, searching for blossoms that were just... a bit larger. Instead of taking a seat, she approached closer, peering at the plants with a more pronounced intensity than usual.]

[He didn't know what to make of that, though he understood the implication of what she wasn't saying plainly enough. Perhaps that was because he was certain more than once he'd said something of the same.

So he didn't bother to reply immediately and instead simply watched her with a rapt fascination that he tried not to be too obvious about. In fact, he remained clear on the opposite side of her, in the event that she wanted her space.

Because he sure liked having his.]

Yes, well... Some can underestimate their own value. What do you think? Of the flowers.

[It was not a statement she felt any need to reply to, as she was entirely certain of her own worth or lack thereof, if that was what he was addressing. The flowers were much more captivating anyway.

They certainly looked more or less correct. The petals bore the same accents, and there was the faint, gently pulling desire to climb into its sweet center. That alone was enough to assure her that it was what she was looking for. And yet...

Vianca reached out to touch the soft blue petals of the flower that was closest to her. It was slow, tentative, and it was a full moment before she allowed herself to actually come in contact with it.

Nothing happened.]

... They are close.

[He watched her with intent, undoubtedly curious, but not enough so to vocalise it just yet. He still didn't understand entirely what she wanted with them. They would be of some use to a 'Pikmin.' He knew, at the very least, that she was a Pikmin, though if he tried to claim he knew what that was, it'd be a plain and outright falsehood.

So instead...

He still felt back at Square One. Whatever that really meant.]

Close, but not what you need. [He shook his head.] You said you needed flowers from the end of the forest. Where the woods were destroyed, I take it. Have you gone to see it since the explosion?

No... But if they have regrown there now, they would probably be like these.

[Vianca drew her hand back, holding it close to her chest.]

They are the correct flower, but immature. Maybe a new generation of growth.

Correct, but immature.

[Parroting Vianca didn't let him understand too much more. Not on a personal note, but in a general one, he got the idea. In the same way that a flower or other plant could be young enough to use in ground up poisons and powders, a plant could be too mature to have the same potency. In that respect he understood it just fine.]

Do you suppose it will be of any use to you? It is yours if you should want it. Although I do find myself disappointed that it was not precisely what you had meant to hold.

[And disappointment was something he felt often. Disappointment in other people, but not so much in a situation.]

No.

[Which was putting it far too simply. A twinge of a frown settled on her features, and Vianca turned away from the flowers to look at Soryk instead.]

Not presently. Perhaps in another season with another generation, or if these ones grow larger themselves. I cannot use them, but... It is... comforting. To know they exist.

[It was almost a little nerve-racking to have her attention the way he did. But he got the impression that it was akin to him. He didn't like making eye contact with anyone or even speaking directly unless he had some particularly valid point that he felt was necessary to make.

Not that she was doing that, because truth be told, Soryk never knew what was going through Vianca's head, and that was probably for the best.]

If you cannot use them now, I shall keep them in my care until you can.

[Her lips pressed together slightly, momentarily conflicted in how to respond.]

...Thank you.

[Even if she would never see there use, it was good to know that there were still some that were growing. She glanced over at them again thoughtfully.]

They're called candypop buds. At least, that is what Olimar penned for them when he found them.

[She was conflicted. He was conflicted. Soryk didn't even know how he was managing this. Being friendly had never particularly been his cup of tea, but he had no reason to hold anything against Vianca. He never had, actually. If anything, he could only appreciate her studious nature.

If he was ever going to have a daughter, he hoped she would be akin to Vianca.]

Candypop buds. [Sounded bright and cheerful. Nothing like him. How oddly fitting.] Then I will keep them here and anytime you wish to see them, you are welcome to. We can care for them together, if it pleases you.

That would be ill-advised.

[She had said it in an uncharacteristic rush. Vianca paused, realizing that the true meaning was unclear.]

I am... not suited for caring for them.

[To question her required no hesitance on his part, because to him the follow up inquiry was common sense.]

What makes you think so?

If I cannot properly care for my own flower, I have no business trying to care for another's.

While a golden rule for certain, Lady Vianca...

[It was difficult to listen to her say such things. Not because she was wrong; he'd said the very same thing to himself several times. In fact, it was very much that reason that he'd put off his engagement to Atê for years, and even more so that he'd put off the concept of children.]

The same works in the terms of forgiveness. Learn to forgive yourself for the moments when you fail to meet your own expectations. The world can be a cruel place. It is hardly necessary for you to be cruel to yourself.

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