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[The normally sour faced Lieselotte seems to be in a good mood this evening.]

Well, I cannot say that I enjoyed being dragged into the past, but I at least had some good news awaiting me when my NV came back on. It seems that Mr. Butz thought enough of me to prepare in case he ever got dragged home. I received a prerecorded message from him stating that as the house was paid for, I was allowed to stay here. After a little bit of searching I believe I found the proper documents to make it legal.

So, that is one less thing I have to worry about. There is still the problem of money, but I will begin to think about that later. I just want to rest for now. Oh and Mr. Creed, if you see this, I would still like your help sorting out his things. He left some instructions involving two specific ones, a pair of golden statues, and as he thought so much of me I would like to see his wishes carried out.

One last thing. To everyone that was nice enough to offer me your help....

[She looks away from the camera, seeming embarrassed to actually say something like this.]

..Umm.. thanks. It made me a little happy.

crimsonpuppeteer

[A pale skinned young girl is on the screen. She has an emotionless look on her face, staring at the camera as if she were trying to defeat it with her will alone. When she speaks, it is in a similar tone, a soft tone that simply conveys her message without giving any hint of what she might be thinking.]

I know that some of you are an acquiescence of a man named Larry Butz. You may not know that he has let me stay in his house over the last few months. I have kept mostly to myself in that time. I have had no real reason to reach out to the outside world. I had the safety I needed from the night time and that was what is important. The reason I bring him up is simple. He has not returned home for several days. I was uncertain if it was something simple like us simply missing one another, as I do not spend my days cooped up in here. However, I am no longer able to reach him. From what I have read about other people's experiences, it is likely that he is no longer in the city. That is good for him, as he is no longer trapped, but leaves me in something of an awkward position. I am uncertain if I will be allowed to remain here. I am not one to reach out to others.

[Here, her mask of neutrality briefly cracks. Clearly, the thought of depending on someone else is not something she is fond of.]

But I fear I may be forced to do so, if I am correct. Even if I remain in this house, there is the matter of food. I lack an income, there is no work for someone my age. I am open to suggestions, should anyone have any. If not, I suppose I could start selling his things. It may seem impolite, but he did not seem the sort who would let someone starve, so I do not think he would be offended.

crimsonpuppeteer

[A young girl sits alone in a sparsely decorated room. Her pale skin makes it seem like she might not get out much. The expression she wears is one of annoyance. She speaks in a soft voice, with a faint hint of a German accent to it.]

Been paying attention to the news recently. Looks like a lot of people don't like those of us from other worlds. I guess I can understand it. They're jealous. They are just weak, normal people. If enough 'Newcomers' show up, why would we even need people who can't do anything? Those sort of people would just be in the way, worthless and having to be taken care of by us special people.

[Its an odd sort of speech for a girl her age to be giving, but there weren't too many normal people dragged here by the Core, she was likely no exception.]

That is probably what they are thinking. And that is because they're stupid. Lots of people are stupid, I've noticed. You have to be stupid to think that pushing a bunch of people who have all sorts of interesting abilities around isn't going to end badly for you. I'm sure that even someone like me could handle some of them, and I am still merely a child. I don't like hurting people...

[She's a surprisingly good liar!]

...But if anyone ever tried to attack me, I wouldn't let them. I intend to not die in my childhood if I can help it. Though, I heard an interesting rumor. That supposedly, if you kill a Newcomer they don't stay dead. That can't be true. If that is the case, then people are even stupider then I thought. Kill someone, and they come back and just kill you back? Stupid.

[She looks annoyed that anyone that dumb could possibly exist.]

Not sure why I even bothered with this. I guess I am just in a bad mood tonight.

[The feed closes almost immediately after she is done speaking.]

crimsonpuppeteer

[It had been some time since the young girl had used her NV. It had remained mostly forgotten in her effort to find a place to settle in. Now that things were starting to look up for her, she'd remembered about it. She sits close to the camera, letting little of the room she is in show. Unlike the previous time, she doesn't seem to be outside. Nor does she seem to be in quite as bad a mood as before.]

Bored.

[She drums her fingers on the desk in front of her.]

Bored. Nothing to do. No one to talk to.

[She sighs.]

Didn't think it would bother me. But it seems to.

[She turns her eyes away from the camera, as if looking at it annoyed her.]

I'm not the youngest person brought here, am I? Surely there must be others my age. It might be interesting, for once, to actually have friends.

[Her hand reaches for her NV.]

Not that I really need them.

[The feed cuts out.]

crimsonpuppeteer

[The feed opens to show a playground. Judging by the lighting, it has just begun to grow dark. It seems like whoever is filming the video wants anyone watching it to see their surroundings. After a moment, the recording settles on what looks like a large brown suitcase. The recorder begins to walk towards it and judging by the way the camera spins, settles down on top of it. It is only then that the person behind the NV turns the camera towards themselves.]

I don't like this place.

[The speaker is a girl, a young one who judging by her appearance has yet to even reach her teenage years. She wears features like those of an albino, with pale white hair and matching eyelashes, pale skin, and eyes red like blood. What can be seen of the dress she is wearing is a stark contrast, as it is pure black. She wears an expression on her face that seems to be devoid of emotion, unusual for someone talking about things they don't like.]

Not just this city. But this place. This place that is supposed to be here to make children happy.

[Her neutral expression drops into a noticeable scowl.]

Stupid. There are probably those my age that come to places like this and are entertained with foolish games of pretend, imagining themselves to be powerful warriors. Stupid. A place like this has no value whatsoever.

[The camera pans towards a see-saw.]

Bouncing up and down is supposed to be entertainment? I don't think I can understand a mind that could be satisfied with such things.

[She sighs as she brings the camera back onto her face.]

It would be easier if I could. If I could just be a stupid kid like all the other fools that cling to their parent's legs and whine when they don't get their way. But..

[She smiles, but not in a pleasant way. It looks almost out of place on the face of a girl so young. It looks almost sinister.]

Those are the ones that I hate the most.

[Without another word, the feed ends suddenly.]