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Helen

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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.

Tea Time

About Her Hobbies

Commander
What do you do when you're alone, Helen?

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?

Commander
Hmm... Maybe next time.

About Reading

Commander
If I'm not wrong, you like fables and folk tales, don't you?

Helen
Yes. Their plot developments are more unpredictable compared to most modern stories.

Commander
Predictable? Are you saying you can guess what's going to happen after reading halfway through a story?

Helen
Yup. Despite myself, I find myself predicting how the plot will go, and my predictions are usually right.

About Wishes

Commander
Helen, do you have any wishes you want granted?

Helen
You're going to grant my wish, Commander? In that case... I want a hundred more wishes.

Commander
Erm... So which wish would you most want to come true?

Helen
The wish that I most want to come true... That would be... Being able to stay by your side, Commander.

About Fantasies

Commander
Now I'm curious; have you ever imagined what the future might be like?

Helen

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.

Commander
Given how things are now... Can I say that's happened?

About Life

Commander
Are you used to life here?

Helen

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 Combat

Helen

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.