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"I can't sleep yet, I still have work to do..."
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Record 1
A high-end elite Doll formerly from Griffin that used the codename DP-12. Due to Helen's extensive in a variety of companies prior to joining Griffin, she possessed interpersonal insight and social acumen far exceeding that of an average Doll. Thus, she would often serve as a mediator and a listening ear back in Griffin, providing guidance to Dolls who had lost their way both on and off the battlefield.
Yet beneath her composed and reliable exterior lies an unexpectedly mischievous and headstrong nature. She delights in playing harmless pranks on her companions—a ghost story told vividly deep into the night, or a surprise for the Commander waiting just around the corner... Her companions aboard the Elmo were always caught off guard by Helen's sudden tricks due to how trusted she was in daily life.
During the turbulent days surrounding Griffin's disbandment, Helen, driven by a yearning for stability, chose to comply with the arrangements of management alongside her bosom friend Dushevnaya, and they were ultimately reassigned to Mangi Security.
She displayed exceptional capability amidst the chaos, consistently bringing order to messy situations. Helen did not resent combat, not did she relish it. To her, combat was simply a means to an end, a necessary action taken to protect normalcy. The everyday moments were what she cherished—casual chats with companions at the dinner table, or folk tale shared on a quiet afternoon.
Although Helen appeared capable of everything and always able to offer reliable counsel, she rarely revealed her innermost thoughts. She is like a thick, warm book—only those closest and most trusted may turn its pages, and discover, beneath her calm exterior, a deep yearning for "home" and "belonging".
Now, having returned to the Commander's side, Helen has vowed to safeguard their new home together.
"Helen shall provide you total protection—from body to soul, Commander."
Record 2
Helen could often be spotted in the Elmo's lounge, sometimes with a thick paperback book in her hands, or sometimes reading through swathes of paranormal material on a terminal. To Helen, the stories passed down by humanity through generations of oral history made for the most interesting way to understand the human "heart".
"...Within certain ancient, abandoned theatres or bell towers... there lurked mutant ELIDs named 'Phantom Echoes'. They had no physical form, and their only goal in existence was to collect human... and Doll voices—joyful laughter, sorrowful sobs, and furious roars... perhaps even sweet whispers between lovers."
On an afternoon drizzled with the pitter-patter of rain, Helen was sharing a recently discovered ghost story with the Dolls. Her voice was steady and gentle, yet it possessed a sort of unique magnetism that imbued the eerie, quiet ambience of the story with unsettling vividness.
"Did they... only collect voices?" Suomi subconsciously started hugging the cushion in her arms even more tightly.
"At first, yes." Helen nodded, as if recounting a part of a true story. "But when they finished collecting every kind of sound that humans and Dolls could make, they began to desire sounds that did not exist. They would lure in lost travelers with imitated music that sounded like a broken, distorted music box piece. If you hear them... do NOT respond."
"Hmph! I'm not going to be spooked by some scaremonging story!" Papasha puffed out her chest in confidence, putting up a brave front, yet her body betrayed her words as she quietly shifted closer to Suomi.
Just then, shortly after Papasha finished her sentence, an ethereal, slightly off-key music box tune began to drift into their ears from some corner of the lounge. The two little Dolls instantly froze in place, their faces pale with horror. Helen watched their reactions, a nearly imperceptible smile starting to appear on her face. She silently crept behind the two Dolls, then whispered softly into their ears.
"Shhhh... They're here to collect your voices..." as Helen softly traced an ice-cold fingertip across the back of their necks.
"Kyaaaaaaaa—!" The two Dolls screamed as loudly as a blaring alarm and blasted out of the lounge like launched torpedoes.
"Eh? Why did Papasha and Suomi run away?" Vepley walked up to Helen with Mr. Pizza in her arms. Mr. Pizza was emitting the eerie piece of music that everyone heard.
"I wanted to show them the new accompaniment I installed in Mr. Pizza! What do you think? Doesn't it feel retro?"
Helen smiled as she closed her book. She turned to Dushevnaya, who was still gazing at her with a tinge of curiosity in her eyes, and added an alternative ending in a soft voice.
"Yet the legend does mention something else—if you can tell them an unforgettable story, then in return, they will serve as your most loyal guardians forevermore."
Record 3
Helen's cooking skills were renowed even back during her time at Griffin, and she excelled at creating heartwarming homecooked food from a limited variety of ingredients. Although the dishes may seem mundane and lack showy flair, their rustic, authentic taste was enough to soothe the weariness of the heart.
"Dushevnaya, be gentler with the stirring, or the meringue will collapse." In the kitchen, Helen was patiently guiding the flustered and confused Dushevnaya through cake-making steps.
Unlike the inexperienced Dushevnaya, Helen moved with seasoned grace. From ingredient mixing to heat control, she completed every procedure with perfect timing and measurement.
"Uwah! Smells like chiffon cake!" No sweet scent like this was capable of escaping Sabrina's nose. She followed the aroma to the source, put on an apron with practiced efficiency, and casually "secured" her "helper's reward" in advance.
Helen enjoyed preparing food for her companions. Food was the most straightforward way to bridge connections between different people, which is why she carefully remembered everyone's preferences: some had a sweet tooth, while others were spotted enjoying a cpu of slightly bitter black tea... Helen felt genuine happiness when she saw everyone savor her dishes with satisfied smiles on their faces.
"Alright, time for an afternoon tea." Helen smiled warmly at her contented audience before turning to prepare the next meal.
"Next up is... preparing the Commander's dinner." As for the Commander's preferences... she them inside out, of course.
"...Helen, let me help too. Centaurissi never lets me enter the kitchen... I... It's not like I'm trying to prepare dinner for that moron or whatever, okay?" Makiatto put on an apron with flushed cheeks, then stood obediently beside Helen like a primary school student waiting for a teacher's instructions. "...Of course you can~"
"Looks like we'll have to trouble the Commander to wait for dinner a bit longer tonight", Helen silently thought to herself.
Record 4
To Helen, combing her companions' hair was an important ritual distinct from other pastimes. Dushevnaya's frame underwent multiple changes during her time in Griffin. Yet, Helen styled Dushevnaya's hair nearly every day whenever they were together.
She brought this habit aboard the Elmo. Suprisingly, the number of "clients" seeking her services seemed to grow steadily.
"Wow! Helen, you're so good at this!" Lenna exclaimed, sitting before the mirror as her lively twintails were re-combed into a cute, intricate style. "It's mostly because Lenna has such lovely hair—it's perfect for this style." Helen replied with a gentle smile, securing the final hair tie on one of the braids.
"Hehe, and it feels so soft and comfy to lean against Helen... It's the complete opposite with Leva... all stiff and hard..." "Hm? What did you say?" Leva who had been quietly reading nearby, lifted her head with a smile and allowed her "kind" gaze to lock onto Lenna. "N-nothing at all!" Lenna waved her hands frantically, then quickly changed the subject.
"By the way, Leva! You should try a new hairstyle too! It'll look great on you!" "I won't... it's unnecessary." Leva was somewhat hesitant to the idea. "Aw, come on, just try it for a while!" Lenna pressed on and shoved Leva into the chair without waiting for her response. Leva tensed her body on instinct, but when Helen's warm, steady hands gently stroked her long hair, she couldn't help but relax her furrowed brow a little.
Helen relished moments like this. By braiding the hair of numerous companions with distinct personalities, she could take a glimpse into their hidden sides through intimate interactions. A faint smile appeared on Helen's lips at the thought—she then recalled the time she taught the Commander how to braid his hair, and how clumsy yet earnest he looked in his attempts to learn.
"Huh? Helen, why did you suddenly start smiling?" Lenna asked curiously. "It's nothing, I was just reminiscing about teaching people how to braid hair. Hey Lenna, would you like to learn? You could braid Leva's hair whenever you want if you do!" "Eh? I want to learn! I do!" Lenna bounced her way to Leva. "Helen, don't..." Leva wanted to protest, but Lenna's passion and enthusiasm completely overwhelmed her.
Helen gave a demonstration while patiently explaining how to make nicer braids. After much hard work on Lenna's end, Leva's new hairstyle was finally complete.
"Ta-dah! What do you think, Leva?" Lenna beamed, eager for praise at Leva's side. "...Why did you give me two hair buns?"
Helen watched the pair of boisterously bickering yet completely in-sync sisters in the mirror, her smile growing ever more tender.
"I wonder if the Commander's skills have improved?" Helen silently scheduled a surprise visit to check on that in the next few days.
Record 5
Helen had a niche hobby that was an open secret: photography with an old film camera.
Rather than capturing intense combat, she preferred to focus her lens on ordinary, warm moments that ocurred on the Elmo every day. Her shots captured mostly candid scenes: a cat-type Doll napping in the afternoon sun, boisterous roughhousing in the lounge, a side profile of Shen "I love work" Mayling, hard at work in the maintenance room...
"Why not take pictures of cooler stuff?" asked Dushevnaya. "Like explosions! The triumphant return of heroes! A baddie-busting flying kick!" Dushevnaya's arms crisscrossed, forming a cool-looking transformation pose. Robella must have filled her brain with tokusatsu... "Because these moments are more easily forgotten than all those grand spectacles. That's why... I cherish them more."
Helen answered in a soft tone as she carefully wiped her camera lens, "Combat is written into reports, merits is carved into medals, but if we don't record our times spent in laughter and peace, they might disappear quickly from the collective memory as the days go by." To Helen, every photo served as continued proof that daily life goes on.
A "CLANG" interrupted their conversation. Mayling had collapsed face-first onto a table in the lounge, unconscious, with half a cookie still clutched in her hand.
"Miss Mayling!?" cried Suomi, who had just accompanied Mayling out of the maintenance room. "Hmm... Is it overwork, or intentional poisoning...?" quipped Nikketa, nodding thoughtfully as she began her investigation. "Hold on! The Master Healer is probably still breathing! Is there a Priest around—?" Dushevnaya rushed over in a panic.
Centaureissi heard the commotion and hurried over, scanned the scene, then locked on to the only possible suspect at once. "Did you enter the kitchen again, Makiatto?" "W-Wha— I, I did enter the kitchen." said Makiatto, her face flushed with embarassment. She then explained herself as if she was admitting a sin: "I just wanted to make some snacks for that stupid idiot... and it looked so good! There shouldn't be any issues!" "Wait a minute! Why is the Commander lying down under the sofa here while holding the same cookie?! He... he's foaming at the mouth! Colphne! Come quick!"
Helen observed the chaotic scene as it unfolded, her eyes smiling tenderly. She raised her camera, then captured this precious moment with a crisp click of the shutter button.
"Heheh." She laughed to herself in a hushed tone. "Yet another ordinary day worth remembering for eternity."
Record 6
I was having a meal in the lounge together with Helen and Dushevnaya after a joint mission. Dushevnaya gestured wildly, recounting how she heroically "punished evil" during the mission, completely oblivious to the specks of ketchup at the corners of her mouth.
"...And then I sensed guidance from destiny! Robella's ultimate skill came to mind—The Hero's Flying Kick!" "Yes, yes, be sure to eat your food before it gets cold, alright?" Helen smiled in resignation, her voice full of doting affection. She took out a piece of tissue, leaned forward, then gently wiped the ketchup from Dushevnaya's face. You still eat like a child despite your 'age'." "Heroes aren't children at all!" Dushevnaya protested with her cheeks somewhat reddened, but she sat tight and allowed Helen to wipe her clean like an obedient child.
Suomi passed by with her food tray, and she couldn't help but smile and say, "You two are so close." Dushevnaya nodded proudly. "Yeah! Helen and I have a great relationship, just like Suomi and our Supreme Leader!" Suomi tilted her head. "Hmm... My sister and I? I think there's a bit of a difference though. Dushevnaya, you don't feel like Miss Helen's little sister. You're more like.... uh.... her daughter, I guess?" Dushevnaya's face was instantly turned scarlet by the comment. "D-daughter?! We're companions on a journey together! Comrades in arms fighting alongside each other!" "Ah, I'm so sorry, Dushevnaya!" Suomi apologized with haste, then frantically scrambled away with her tray.
"Not the first occurrence of this misunderstanding, I presume." I teased as I sat beside the pouting Dushevnaya. "Uuuu... Helen keeps taking care of me as if I was a child!" grumbled Dushevnaya. Yet, there was no hint of reproach in her eyes. "Haha, is it really that much of a big deal, Dushevnaya?" We've always relied on each other, isn't that so?" Helen smiled as she gently ruffled Dushevnaya's hair.
"By the way, Commander." Helen suddenly turned her gaze to me, a flash of cunning mischief lighting up those familiar eyes.
"I remember that you promised to take a picture with us."
Dushevnaya's attention was successfully diverted thanks to Helen's help. She stared at me wide-eyed, waiting for my response.
"Alrightm sure. But when?" I swallowed the last bite of food from my plate. "In a few days or so. When that happens, we'd love it if you wore the outfit that we prepared for the photo." "Sure." I wiped my mouth with a napkin. "Hold still, Commander."
My hands paused as Helen's face drew near. She leaned in close, then gently wiped away the crumbs lingering at the corner of my mouth with a piece of tissue.
Feeling somewhat embarassed, I looked up to find Dushevnaya propping up her chin with her hand, with a "so that's how it is" expression written on her face.
"...So that's what my expression looked like earlier."
"Going back to the topic..." Helen tilted her head slightly, while the corners of her mouth curled up cryptically. "...People always seem to misunderstand my relationship with Dushevnaya. Yet..." She paused deliberately, then leaned in closer and lowered her voice, her warm breath caressing my ears. "If you feel jealous, I wouldn't mind... take care of you in the same way."
Record 7
A rare field operation managed to wreak havoc on my uniform.
"Wait, Commander... your clothes." "Ah, there's a tear." I looked at the obvious rip on my cuff and sighed. "No way out of it... I'll ask Mayling to order a new one later."
Helen walked up to me, carefully examined the tear, then reached for my body with her fingertips, as if she was taking my measurements.
"Hey, that tickles, Helen..." "Please leave the mending of this uniform to me, Commander." "Hmm? You can sew?"
Helen nodded with confidence, then told me to pick up my clothes from her room in three days. Three days later, I arrived at Helen's room as planned.
"I'm coming in, Helen." I pushed open the door to Helen's room at the appointed time. "Welcome, Commander. You're as punctual as ever."
I scanned the room for the familiar piece of clothing.
"Sorry for the trouble, Helen. Have you mended my uniform?" "Yes, of course."
Helen pulled out the neatly folded uniform from the wardrobe, then grabbed the uniform's shoulders before spreading it out. A pleasant, clean scent washed over us. The tear was gone without a trace, as if it never existed, but even the rest of the uniform looked newer than before I passed it to Helen.
"You probably don't think much about protecting your clothing from the passage of time, so I gave the fabric a bit of treatment as an extra." "Thanks. You're a big help." I expressed my sincere gratitude. "Alright then, I'll just..." "Could you take off your jacket?" "...Huh?"
I doubted my own ears for a moment.
"Sorry for the bad phrasing." Helen lowered her head slightly, apologizing for what she just said. "What I really meant was, I'm hoping that you could change to your uniform here, so that I can check if there's anything I still need to fix." "Oh..." I nodded, took my uniform from her hands, then slipped it on without much struggle.
Although I managed it due to my undershirt being relatively thin, the uniform did fit me much better. In fact, it felt more comfortable than it did before the mend. "Mmm-hmm. Absolutely perfect as expected, Helen! And now, I shall..." "Could you take it off again?" "No, no, no, I've put it on already, why am I taking it off aga—"
Helen had placed another set of clothing before me at some point.
"To be honest, not only did I fix your uniform, I took the chance to design and make several other outfits for you..."
The clothing placed before me was a form-fitting jacket, its material type and fashion style worlds apart from the uniform I was wearing.
"This is a new kind of 'surprise' to me..." I complied, taking off my uniform to try on the new one. It wasn't long before I had tried on several different outfits, each with a distinct style.
"How are you feeling?" Helen walked up next to me and began to carefully adjust my collar and cuffs. "Pretty good. Thank you, Helen." "Heheh... I'm glad you like them." Helen gave me a smile before turning to fetch yet another outfit. "Dushevnaya really wanted you to wear this. We made it a long time ago... I'm hoping that you could try it out, if that's possible at all." "Dushevnaya? Is it some kind of hero's cape?" I joked as I received the outfit. "Nope The girl got hooked on watching tokusatsu shows with Robella lately."
I looked down at my hands. They were covered in something furry. I fell into silence.
"What...is this?" "An outfit resembling a tokusatsu monster, perhaps? I don't really understand it either, but Dushevnaya kept telling me about how cute this monster was... heheh." "I won't be able to wear this outside... I should probably take it off now." "Commander—!!"
I was about to take it off when the door got flung open. Dushevnaya flew into my embrace with the movement and energy of a pouncing cat.
"Oh! Oh! Oh! Helen didn't lie to me! It's really H*nejiro!! You look just like it, Commander...!" Dushevnaya excitedly stroked my furry outfit all over. I looked to Helen for help, only to see her smiling as she fetched a maid outfit right out of nowhere yet again... Judging by the size, it would probably fit me perfectly. "The... there's no need to continue for today, right, Helen?" "Don't be a stranger, Commander." Her smile deepened. "I think you won't be leaving this room so quickly today."
Record 8
Memories
Private Meeting Logs
Tea Time
About Her Hobbies
What do you do when you're alone, Helen?
Hehe, I study the latest hairstyles, the ones which challenge a stylist's skills.
Are you interested, Commander? Want me to design a new look for you?Hmm... Maybe next time.
About Reading
If I'm not wrong, you like fables and folk tales, don't you?
Yes. Their plot developments are more unpredictable compared to most modern stories.
Predictable? Are you saying you can guess what's going to happen after reading halfway through a story?
Yup. Despite myself, I find myself predicting how the plot will go, and my predictions are usually right.
About Wishes
Helen, do you have any wishes you want granted?
You're going to grant my wish, Commander? In that case... I want a hundred more wishes.
Erm... So which wish would you most want to come true?
The wish that I most want to come true... That would be... Being able to stay by your side, Commander.
About Fantasies
Now I'm curious; have you ever imagined what the future might be like?
The future? Hehe, Dushevnaya once told me about an amusing little fantasy she had. She dreamt that the three of us were living happily together.
What a lovely future it was~ After that, I found myself wishing that it wouldn't remain a fantasy, but that it would actually come true.Given how things are now... Can I say that's happened?
About Life
Are you used to life here?
Don't worry, I'm very adaptable. However, I get caught off guard by things from time to time.
I've always wanted to reunite with you and find a place like this that feels like home.
Therefore, if anyone tries to sabotage this at a time like this... Hehe~ Please feel free to assign me a mission, Commander.About Battle
I always break out in a cold sweat whenever I go over your combat reports.
It's one thing to draw fire away from the others, but please don't expose yourself to danger all the time.My capabilities are suited for drawing fire. The more danger I face in battle, the safer the others are.
Also... being able to protect the people who are important to me with my own strength makes me very happy.