Hyperdimension Neptunia - A Time Soldier's Final Mission

Chapter 7:- Histoire and Molly's Conversation.

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Histoire kept her eyes on Molly. "Purple sounds like the complete opposite from Neptune from what you're telling me and by how you're acting around her."

Molly tilted her head slightly to the right. "In comparison? She's almost angelic, to me anyway."

Molly offers a smile.

"Thing is though... With everything I've been through, those three wars, helping to setup Planeptune when you and Arfoire were just setting the Nations up... Fighting in the, quite pointless, Console war... Everything has been MAD if you ask me. Post Traumatic Stress Disorder... Should be made into a life long diesase, then maybe your "nurses" would actually give meds for it."

Histoire sighed. "We can't just give meds about something like PTSD, but we can give treatments on how to deal with it and control it... Certainly, getting wasted almost everyday isn't part of any treatment-"

She stopped when she saw Molly look down.

"I'm sorry, I spoke things of more than I should have. Molly...I know what you've been through and that's why I think...that this might be a good chance for you to settle down! It's not everyday someone like Purple appears in your life and wishes to help, you realise."

Molly heaves a sigh.

"It's true, the last time someone came into my life like that... Well, she died. But, I don't want Purple to die. And maybe it is a good chance. I'm too old for this shit, really."

The Tome giggled slightly.

"You may be old, but at least you keep a young appearance."

Histoire blinked. "It's a compliment, not flirting."

Molly laughs slightly.

"As much as I appreciate the compliment, you would be wise not to try and flirt with people who are 10x the size of you."

Molly shakes her head playfully.

"Sometimes, sometimes I wonder if I am destined for a quiet life or if war will finish me off. I know Time Traveller told me never to let war do that to me... But I dunno."

Histoire considered what Molly was saying carefully. "..."

"I think it'll be better to do what -you- want to do, but be aware that no matter what decision you pick, there'll be consequences of it." She sighed. "However, if you wish my recommendation, settle down now that your condition isn't the one of intense insaneness, war can completely destroy minds...quit now that your mind is still..."fine""

Molly offers a brief chuckle.

"Pah, "fine"? You say? Trust me, I've seen and done things that aren't even in your book, however, yes, Perhaps settling down is a good idea. I just..."

She shudders for a moment involuntarily then returns to normal.

"I just wish I could get rid of my trauma."

Histoire nodded. "...It is incredibly difficult to accomplish that task. However, moving on may help infinite number of times with it, and from the looks of it, you have someone who'll be with you-"

Molly heaved quite a heavy sigh. "I could give my sword back to Micheal then... He has been asking if I'll let him "hang onto it", but I may just give this whole anger part of me up. I mean, it's destroyed me. Or at least, it has been destroying me..."

Histoire noticed something so she spoke up, noticing Molly's rather heavy sigh. "Molly, you don't need to do this from one day to another, but you can't take all the time of the world either." She nodded at her. "Take your time in this, however, try to not use too much, or else you may lose it while trying to escape this life you had been in for so long."

Molly takes out a silver harmonica. "There's a song I heard once. I heard it a long time ago - It was called: "Whereabouts of Light." While I'm sure you've heard of it through different means, I was thinking I could play it to you. It's only short, but I... I love it.

Histoire felt her face screw up slightly, unsure. "I wouldn't mind...but I feel...Purple would like to hear it more than me."

Molly nodded. "I think she can hear music. While she can't hear us talking, the music will float through, something I had installed into this house awhile ago."

Histoire nodded her head also. "In that case, please go ahead"

Molly puts the harmonica to her lips and starts to play the tune.

Histoire closed her eyes as her ears listened to the tune.

Purple meanwhile smiled as she laid on the bed and her body listened to the tune in peace.

As the tune goes into full swing - Molly whole body starts to almost glow. Something resonating inside of her.

Histoire opened her eyes for a bit, and, instead of questioning, she decided to simply let her continue.

As the tune headed to its last moments, Molly's eyes were stained with tears as all of her emotions flowed out of her, her magic practically making the entire house glow softly..

Histoire simply watched and heard as the tone reached its ending. She moved closer to her and attempted to hug her waist, attempted, due to the difference in sizes here.

As the harmonica is placed onto a nearby table, Molly placed a hand on Histoire's head. The difference in size was evident but it was though Molly was giving Histoire a hug of her own.

Histoire looked down. "It's fine now, You don't have to keep fighting, You've done more than enough, Molly"

Molly softly smiles.

"My sword... That will have disappeared by now. Micheal would have heard that tune... and I hope, I hope Crystal heard it. I learned it because of her but, I will learn to love because of Purple I think. It won't be easy but... Maybe, just maybe I can come out of my war."

Histoire sighed. "I pray to the Original Goddess for your success in this task you have proposed yourself and wish you the best of lucks in it!" She smiled as she managed to let go of Molly.

"I'll go make sure Neptune is alone tomorrow, go early there, by 10am, the place should be ready for just the two of you..." She trailed off before proceeding to talk again. "If you still wish to confront her of it, of course"

Molly nodded. "I'll be there. Count on it. I want to know her reason for not coming back to Purple. Perhaps, perhaps if I push her a bit she'll let me know."

"I'm sure you'll just need to take a cup of pudding as a hostage and she'll start talking." Histoire mentioned all of Neptune's weakspots, as if she knew full well what Neptune needed - A kick up the backside.

Molly chuckles slightly.

"You know... It hurts. Seeing the people you care about hurt, and... If I hadn't fought in the first war of my life, you all might never have existed."

Histoire hummed. "That might be true, but the war is over. And even if another one were to come, I'm sure the next generation of Time Soldiers will be capable of fighting."

Molly offers a smile.

"I'll be sure to train the next batch. Of that, I can assure you."

Histoire nodded also. "Good, in that case I'll leave you to rest"

She started floating to the door.

Molly clicked her fingers, "Oh, One last thing Lady Histoire-"

Histoire cleared her throat. "Oh, and try to not take advantage of dear Purple, please"

Molly shook her head. "I wouldn't dream of it"

"Good, now-" The oracle tilted her head at Molly. "What were you going to tell me?"

Molly sighed. "I was going to give you something. Something I thought you should have-"

Molly stood up and headed to a corner of the living room, pulling out a small Sharicite crystal that looked... Not of a nation, but of an individual entity.

"The founder of Gamindustri said this was yours. I thought it was right to hang onto it until you were ready for it. You won't be a CPU or anything daft, but you will have a... "seperate" power source I suppose?"
Molly stepped back and held it in front of Histoire.
"...Look familiar?"

Histoire widened her eyes. "..."

She took the crystal softly and began to inspect it.

Histoire began to think to herself, 'Could it be of the Original?'

"I'm not a one hundred percent sure, I would need three days to be completely sure of it"

Why was it always three days?

Molly chuckles.

"Still got a slow processor? I can upgrade that one day if you would like?"

Histoire shook her head. "No, I'm fine, for now" Though by the tone of her voice, it might have meant she might come another day.

"I thank you for this, I'll go set everything in position for your meeting with Neptune"

Molly clapped her hands together. "Sounds like a good plan. And Histoire?"

Histoire nodded. "Yes?"

She turned to her one last time.

Molly noticed something. "You could use a new hairclip, your one looks old..."

Histoire absentmindedly smiled. "..."

"Thanks for your honesty, I'll try to get one when I find the chance for it"

Molly took in a breath. "Either that, or if I am out with Purple shopping, like she wants to - I'll get you one."

Molly smiled, a genuine and warm one for once.

"Call it a favour returned."

Histoire bowed. "...I deeply thank you for it"

"Well, time to set things in order for Neptune's interrogation, also, be free to slap her once if she refuses to talk. Not doing paperwork is one thing, but abandoning a kid, is one completely different!"

Molly nodded. "This is very true. But I will not hesitate to torture her if it comes to it. Remember - I killed a god with my bare hands. So, tormenting Neptune will be simple... Especially, if she reverts to her Goddess form."

Histoire shook her head. "I doubt she'll transform inside the Basilicom"

"But if she does, you're free to break her a tooth and a leg or arm, I will not pay any more of her medical bill"

Molly giggled.

"I haven't felt this excited to see Neptune in forever."

Histoire sighed. "And please...try to not leave the place too dirty. The last thing I need is my living room looking like a crime scene-" She spoke in a joke-like tone.

Molly nodded.

"I'd rather that Lady Nepgear didn't accuse me of hurting her sister... But rest assured, if Neptune plays up, I will not hesitate to teach her some, manners."

Histoire went quiet. "..." Until. "Would you record it, please?" She secretly wanted to see EVERYTHING that Molly did to Neptune, even if it was a simple broken nose - She'd love to see it.

Molly nods.

"This scouter records practically everything in real time, so don't worry."

"Good" The oracle fairy spoke.

"Have a nice night, Molly"

Molly hummed. "and you Histoire. Do you have a nickname or is Histoire good enough?"

Histoire seemed to think for a few seconds. Namely three. "...Histy, You can call me Histy"

Molly chuckled again. "I'll probably end up with either "Histy" or Hist to be fair"

"Well, 'Hist' will be a first time to be honest Histoire: And do you have a nickname or is Molly enough?"

Molly lowered her head bashfully. "No-one really gave me a nickname... Crystal used to call me "Icicle" but that's about it." Molly scratches the back of her head in embarrassment. "-Reason was, when I got REALLY angry I froze one of a monster's limbs off with my power."

Histoire hummed. "...I see, in that case Neptune will await you tomorrow, Icicle"

Molly nodded. "And I shall speak to you again soon, Hist." She winked at her. "I think you should find a fairy yourself one day. You can't work forever."

Histoire blinked. "I only know two other fairies, One of them is me from another dimension and the other one is a lost case-"

Molly laughs. "If you're talking about Croire, I overheard she was thinking about proposing to you."

Molly laughs and sits back down, finally having enough of standing up.

Histoire huffed. "I'm not really into former criminals or people who dreamt of destroying dimensions for the sake of fun"

"But, if she really thought of her actions and regrets them...I might give her a chance, MIGHT. Either that or I can work on a spell to increase my size and simply make a profile in Vertinder" She chucked at the thought of it.

Molly raises an eyebrow.

If you wanted to be taller..."

The fairy shook her head. "I'm sure I must have a spell for it in my Tome-"

She tapped the book to mark her point.

Molly nods.

"I'll prepare the clothing you'll need if you ever make yourself, bigger."

"Then you could slap Neptune yourself"

Histoire sighed dreamily. "I have dreamt of that for years"

Molly clapped her hands together. "Then maybe one day I'll help you become big... I dunno if I can make it permanent or not, but we can try?"

Histoire hummed. "I think it'll be better if I can swap from sizes. It has its advantages to be small"

Molly hummed also.

"Complicated magic... I could do it, but I'd need a lot of energy. Maybe all this "settling down" could make it happen?"

Histoire nodded. "Maybe, just imagine me being as tall as Vert and having Noire's proportions"

Molly smirked from her position behind the fairy, it was an amusing idea but it sounded like one that could work... "..." Then. "that could be arranged." She grins.

Histoire felt a bit of teasing was in order. "Are you planning on adding me to the people in your bedroom~?"

Molly chuckles.

"If you were that way inclined I could think about it, but I don't want to take advantage of Purple nor do I want to cause her problems. So, I think I'll just stick to Purple for now."

Histoire nodded. "Sounds about fair - Just try to not expose her to alcohol again, she's underage and law is still a thing. I will let it pass since you are not taking advantage of her. But if she wants it, I can also ignore the two of you sleeping in the same bed and all you do in it." She winked at Molly.

Molly feels a light blush seep into her face. "I suppose so..."

"Well, have a nice night, I'll be waiting for that video of Neptune finally being spanked." With those words, Histy flew out of the house, leaving Molly behind.

The door slowly closes and Molly sighs and sits back down, leaning back in her recliner."

"I'll let Purple sleep in the bed on her own tonight. It's best I do... She's had a hard life from the sounds of it."

Molly sighs and plays some of her old recordings on her scouter from her "Time Soldier" days. A lot of recordings having blood, sweat and tears in them.

"I'll have to train hand-to-hand combat if I'm going to go without my time sword..."

[To be Continued in chapter 8! :D]