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[ 1st ~ Video Post ] ~ here, there be spoilers

[A woman stands elsewhere in the Gardens, sporting a formal white dress. Or, at least, it is mostly white. Judging by the splatters on her neck, it should be pretty clear that the red is certainly not part of the dress.

Her gloved, bloody hand briefly comes up to her chest, as realization has flooded across her visage, before covering one of the fresher wounds over her abdomen. She moves away from the Vine, as communicating through such a mean is a very alien concept to her.]

“I think I would like a status report, but somehow I get the feeling that the answer is an obvious one...”

[Funny. For a woman who had been shot full of bullets, she seems to be getting by just fine. The pain is brief. Just a flesh wound. She’ll walk it off.]

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Looks like you got put through the ringer. You all right?

...where am I?

[Aya's priorities = information over her well-being.]

Ha! You're direct.

You're in a place called the Gardens. Looks like a paradise, but it's more like a prison, if you ask me. It's ruled by a woman called the Queen. The lady's a bit off her rocker, and I'm being charitable saying that much. [She leans in to the Mirror, a bit too close.] So, you get into a fight before you got here, or what?

...

Sounds more like someone's read too many fairy tales, to me.

[She pauses at that last part, and looks up.]

That's one way of putting it, yeah.

Maybe. Either way, you can't get out. Think of it as a one-way ticket.

You need a healer. You'll scare the kids around here, walking around like that.

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( Holy crap. Ellie hasn't seen wounds like that since-- well. It's been a little while, now. She's shocked for a second, but it quickly shuts down. )

I reckon the status report can wait. You want... bandages, or something?

Thanks, but I'll be fine.

[Stubborn as always.]

( Arched eyebrow, go. ) All right.

Welcome to the Garden, then. Animals talk. It's weird.

[Admittedly, some painkillers would be nice. Maybe a drink or two. But she should regenerate soon.]

I've noticed, but I don't quite understand it...

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Oh my God! What the hell are you walking around for?

Well, seeing as I've got two legs and I'm in an unfamiliar location, I'd think it'd be apparent as to why...

A-ah!! Are you alright?! Do you need any help?!

I'm fine, yeah. It's not nearly as bad as it looks. I just need to find some clean clothes.

Not as bad... But it looks...

Um. I think I may be able to treat your wounds.

Thanks... I appreciate the offer, I really do. But my body just needed a few minutes to heal on its own. Too bad it doesn't take care of blood stains and bullet holes just as well.

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[ Bullet wounds is something Emilia became quite familiar with when she was in Bosnia during the war. So her concern is quite evident in her voice. ]

You're at the Queen's Gardens, but I think you should prioritize your worries. You're bleeding. You should-- You should go get that checked. I'm sure there's a medic here.

Someone mentioned something about snakes, but I think I'll pass on that kind of medical checkup. But I'm okay, really. It's just blood.

[Clearly someone's being very dismissive.]

[It takes her a moment to get used to the vine and how it works in regards to see other broadcasts— but when she sees a familiar flash of white splattered with crimson, Gabrielle's blood runs cold. Even in the warm sun, she feels a shiver crawl up her spine seeing the familiar face; it wasn't one she had been seeing for the past three years.]

...Aya?

[Coping with gunshot wounds and a bloody, pimped-out wedding dress hasn't made things any easier, as Aya was trying to figure out exactly how the Vines work. The concept alone still baffles her.

When her friend's image appears, her eyes widen, her chest sinks.]

Gabrielle...?

[This whole talk of queens and talking animals is too far out there for Aya to simply assume that she's gone to Heaven, so something else of equal logic (or lack thereof) must've happened.]

[Gabrielle's not sure whether she should be relieved or worried. It's Aya— the Aya she's known for the longest time, the one who disappeared for so long. She's standing in the same Garden's as Gabrielle; in the wedding dress she remembers clearer than anything else.]

You're... [For once, she battles with words. Everything feels hazy... surreal, like this is all a dream. But even Gabrielle very knows it's anything but.] ...here.

[Her eyes search over her friend for a moment, taking in the image appearing before her. It feels like ages since she's seen her. The real her. Her voice becomes softer, almost a gentle whisper.]

It's really you.

[Aya tries to smile. It feels very strange on her cold features.]

Come on, Gabrielle. You act as though we haven't seen each other in awhile.

[Like she wasn't standing just outside those church doors. Like she had been dead for a very long time. Like there's something missing. Something that's been misplaced and it hurts even more to maintain this calm, cool façade. Like nothing is wrong. Like she doesn't know anything. Like it isn't just a few bullet wounds on the wedding dress the woman standing in front of her helped pick out--because you know, it's nothing serious. Stitch it up and it'll be right as rain again. But she knows better.]