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queenofheartsrp2011-07-08 07:48 pm
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[She knew better, really she did, but the dull edge of restlessness was just starting to get to her. Had been creeping, very slowly, she wasn't like Red, she could handle downtime and endless hours of bullshit recon with nothing but a cigarette for company. But it had found a catalyst in those fucking phantoms, a subtle itch that she just can't quite purge. It's important to her, her team, and they're not here.
And as of now, there's not a damn thing she can do about it. So restless it is and she heads out, patrols the places she knows and idly considers the exploration of somewhere new. She can magic up a flashlight with a little dirt and head down into the caves, why not? She's heard there are critters down there, but she knows about nasty monsters, the exercise will take her mind off it. It's nothing she can't handle.
She doesn't notice the acrid reek of the Dracaenae's claws until it's too late though. The thing's dead and she's idly poking over its corpse for anything useful when she notices their black tips and lifts a hand to the ripped fabric at her side.]
...Fuck. [It hasn't started to burn yet, so maybe she'll be all right, but it was reckless enough--(Red's fault, it was always Red's fault somewhere, infectious little bitch)--coming down here alone to begin with without heading in deeper. She turns around, heads back. They know she's been hit though, those goddamn creepers, and every time she has to stop and beat one down--(heart rate up, blood pulsing)--the sense of it increases: shivering, nausea, dizziness.
When she comes out into the sunlight, she's covered in brackish blood, sweating. She barks for the vine, and it comes curling out of the brush. She would prefer to be more composed than this, but she drops down into the grass and heaves violently, unable to speak at all for a long time because of the way her diaphragm has seized up. She eventually puts her hand over it, the faint green glow of her materia showing just long enough to get out:]
Red. Get the fuck out here, now.
[The 'bring my goddamn medkit' will just have to go unspoken because she's sputtering again, this time actually throws something up. With surprising grace, all things considered.]
[[ooc; this is actually open to everyone ever! it will embarrass her so much if people other than reno come to help :D ]]
And as of now, there's not a damn thing she can do about it. So restless it is and she heads out, patrols the places she knows and idly considers the exploration of somewhere new. She can magic up a flashlight with a little dirt and head down into the caves, why not? She's heard there are critters down there, but she knows about nasty monsters, the exercise will take her mind off it. It's nothing she can't handle.
She doesn't notice the acrid reek of the Dracaenae's claws until it's too late though. The thing's dead and she's idly poking over its corpse for anything useful when she notices their black tips and lifts a hand to the ripped fabric at her side.]
...Fuck. [It hasn't started to burn yet, so maybe she'll be all right, but it was reckless enough--(Red's fault, it was always Red's fault somewhere, infectious little bitch)--coming down here alone to begin with without heading in deeper. She turns around, heads back. They know she's been hit though, those goddamn creepers, and every time she has to stop and beat one down--(heart rate up, blood pulsing)--the sense of it increases: shivering, nausea, dizziness.
When she comes out into the sunlight, she's covered in brackish blood, sweating. She barks for the vine, and it comes curling out of the brush. She would prefer to be more composed than this, but she drops down into the grass and heaves violently, unable to speak at all for a long time because of the way her diaphragm has seized up. She eventually puts her hand over it, the faint green glow of her materia showing just long enough to get out:]
Red. Get the fuck out here, now.
[The 'bring my goddamn medkit' will just have to go unspoken because she's sputtering again, this time actually throws something up. With surprising grace, all things considered.]
[[ooc; this is actually open to everyone ever! it will embarrass her so much if people other than reno come to help :D ]]
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[Sephiroth uses her Restore Materia on Rude as well, for good measure, the green light of the Cure spell playing over Rude's body.]
You will stay here until I have determined that you have recovered enough to move.
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Movin'.
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Very well.
[She thinks the woman can be moved, but she will not allow her to walk, not yet. So she quickly takes her in her arms, careful to keep her body as still as possible. With her speed and strength, it takes but a moment. Then they are at the tree, and Sephiroth is setting Rude down carefully.]
As I said, it will not take long, but you should lie still for now.
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...thanks.
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[Her politeness is colder with those she does not know. She has warmed to some of the women here, but Rude is not one of them. She remembers the woman's initial reaction to her, but she will not ask if she reminds Rude of something--or someone--especially not while the woman is recovering.]
If you are curious about the caves, I have explored them. I found no sign of a way to leave this place.
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I was just looking around.
Nice day for it.
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I used to enjoy fighting monsters, as a child. [She says this not as a commentary on Rude's injuries, but as a simple reminiscence. They'd brought the monsters to the lab for her. It had been part of the experiment, but as a young girl she'd thought of it as pure entertainment, since she'd been allowed to use a sword and battle them. Now killing monsters is a simple matter of business.] I don't see the point of having such vicious creatures here, when so many are not equipped to deal with them. [It annoys her, these open and well-advertised caves, populated with aggressive monsters.]
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Most of this place makes no sense. And maybe those caves are folks like you and me--
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[She looks Rude over again. It is not that she has no suspicions. She remembers Rude's initial reaction to her, and she remembers what Tifa had said about her. Though she is curious, she will not actively pursue her suspicions. Yet she is interested in Rude.]
That may be. If so, it is cruel and pointless to poison people who seek to train. If you find yourself in need of practice, we can spar.
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Pretty sure you can take me.
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That does not matter. I spar with people of varying levels of skill and strength. Sparring has little to do with winning. [A good fighter can restrain herself when facing a weaker opponent.]
I enjoy the practice.
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...yeah, I guess we could do that.
Apparently I need it.
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Any fighter should maintain a regular training regimen.
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