[ That seems to bring her out of her trance. Mio turns to look for the arm's source-- fortunately, it's still attached to its owner. Well, she doesn't look like a ghost... ]
[ Oh Mary, if only you knew... Mio becomes a little nervous, checking around her for something. Sixth sense isn't going off... a part of her hopes it never does again. ]
I hope nothing like that happens again...
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[ Man, Mary's behavior doesn't even register as odd. ]
I'm Mio. [ It looked like she was about to say something else, but caught herself. Solo introductions would still feel strange for a long time to come... ]
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[Hearing her use his name, he's snapped out of his panic but still remains as close to the door as possible. He quickly thinks through how he's still seemingly in his own world and luckily Ib is not here and therefore (hopefully?) not in danger. It's just him and Mary. Right. He swallows.]
How did you even... This is impossible! You're Mary, aren't you? But you're one of Guertena's paintings! How is it you've come here?!
[Oh hello, how did his back hit the door? What? Rose? No, there was none in his hand, so he can't be back inside a painting again. The only explanation is that Mary came out, but why? And she made it sound like he was the stranger here. How rude!]
I've been back for a while now, thank you very much! I'll have you know that if you think of harming one hair on Ib, or anyone here, I'll have to stop you... ah, somehow! What are you planning in this world?
[Ib got lost and wandered into the art room?? What a wonderful coincidence! Being one of not many words, Ib simply closes the door behind her so Mary knows she's not alone now ...
She doesn't look happy or upset to see Mary though; she's only staring.]
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Mio's sort of staring off into space. ]
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Yes?
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[ That something being the events of that night in All God's Village. ]
I hope I'm not causing any trouble.
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You should be careful. Someone could sneak up on you like that.
[Silly Mary, this world isn't full of murderous artwork.]
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I hope nothing like that happens again...
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[She turns her attention to one of the counters full of boxes of various art tools, and pulls out a pair of scissors.]
These could help if it does. Just in case, right?
[No, Mary, you don't hold them out blade-first like that...!]
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I'd rather not hurt anyone if I don't have to.
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[. . .
Maybe she's supposed to say something here.]
By the way... I'm Mary.
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I'm Mio. [ It looked like she was about to say something else, but caught herself. Solo introductions would still feel strange for a long time to come... ]
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Y-you're.... what are you doing here?!
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Oh... it's you.
[Never mind that she's just as confused about him being here, too. How the heck do you get rid of someone in the real world?]
What's wrong, Garry? You don't seem very happy to see me.
IKR?
How did you even... This is impossible! You're Mary, aren't you? But you're one of Guertena's paintings! How is it you've come here?!
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[She grips one of the pencils she'd been using to doodle with, and it snaps right in her hand. He'll tell. He'll tell. What can she do?]
You're the one who shouldn't be here. It was your rose...
[There's no way Ib found a way to switch them after, right? She saw Ib get out, but not into this place...]
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I've been back for a while now, thank you very much! I'll have you know that if you think of harming one hair on Ib, or anyone here, I'll have to stop you... ah, somehow! What are you planning in this world?
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[And then she perks up, taking a few steps closer.]
You said Ib is here...?
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She doesn't look happy or upset to see Mary though; she's only staring.]
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Ib! You are here! Yay!
[She claps her hands together, beaming.]
I'm so happy I have a friend who's here...!
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...Mary. I thought ... [They burned your painting, Mary.]
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He walks into the art room and looks about, a slightly confused look on his face. NO WHAT /NOW/!