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zinc | jemerite

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[She has not moved from the place where the Labyrinth finally spit her out, lying in the grass curled into herself. The vine has come to investigate, now that she has been returned to the Garden. Where has she been? Has she learned her lesson? Perhaps.

She's filthy. Her hair lank and knotted, her clothes muddied and ripped. With her arms wrapped around herself, she claws at her skin with blunted nails, keening miserably. She has hardly ceased since the storm ended.

She rocks back and forth, her forehead pressed into the dirt, and as she falls onto her side, the vine follows curiously. Her face is bruised and crusted with blood, wounds she had not felt at the time, and truly she does not feel them now.

The vines slithering finally draws her attention and she makes a low whimpering sound. Her face is dry of tears, at least. The dead do not cry in such a way, even if her mouth is trembling.

She stares at the vine a moment longer before she draws herself up and tries to slink away from its gaze, but it follows her. She gives up eventually, sinking back down at the base of a tree and hiding behind her drawn up knees. That same piercing little wail eventually begins again, muffled from within her protective huddle.]

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I'm sorry.

[she lifts a hand, palm facing the mirror, fingers spread.]

I can heal those, too. Not much more than that...I'm not very good at it, actually. But it helps take the pain away a little.

I don't know if it will work, on me.

[Dead chick dead chick dead chick.]

...but you could try.

[It does hurt, and she wants company from someone who isn't angry at her.]

Okay. Just...stay there. I'll find a cat.

[she hesitates for a moment, but leaving the mirror means she can comfort Zinc in person so she drags herself away. The calico that visits her window comes trotting up to her, as if on cue, and she makes her request.]

[it's a few minutes before she arrives, in a black sweatshirt and shapeless knee-length dress, contrasting a bit oddly with her worn hiking boots.]

[Zinc hasn't moved, even if the vine was being awful and letting people yell at her... She doesn't quite smile as Xion approaches, but she certainly isn't quite displeased.]

The storm didn't... trouble you?

[she kneels by the woman's side, not caring about getting her clothes dirty.]

I was...with my friends, at the "Onsen". The place with the hot springs. It was safe there.

[she holds out her hands, bare of her usual gloves.]

How badly are you hurt?

[Zinc offers out her arm for Xion to try her healing on.]

Nothing broken.

[She wasn't, precisely, fragile but she had skin and it cut and bruised like anything else. She had fought with the women in the Apartments, and suffered further in the Labyrinth on her own.]

Okay.

[She supports the arm with one hand, holding the other over it, and reaches for the magic.]

Cure.

[pale green light shapes the petals of a flower, blooming and dying in only a few seconds. But this magic is for soothing the living, and the body it's directed towards is foreign.]

[She has seen magic done before. Kuja had cast a spell on her to keep any trace of her decaying scent from being detected, the glow is not alarming.

What is alarming, however, is the pain that follows... her undead blood attacking what Xion has just cured. Zinc whimpers, pulling her arm back in against her stomach protectively.

She doesn't blame Xion, she had suspected something might go wrong with this, she just hadn't known what. Had expected nothing to happen at all, not pain.]

[she freezes, her eyes widening. The spell is over, she can't take it back, but she pulls her hands back hastily as if they're the danger.]

I--I'm sorry--what happened? What...it's never done that before...

[She shakes her head, keeps her arm in close but the pain is fading already, becoming a numb buzz of discomfort as the virus takes over once more.]

No... I... did not think it would work.

You...didn't?

[she doesn't want to pry, but...]

Are people from your world...different? Is magic bad?

There is no magic.

[Not that she knew of, anyway, and she was sticking with that.]

And I'm Reanimate. [She purses her lips slightly.] I'm dead.

But there is. I just did it.

[all the confusion.]

You're...? Ah, I was--....too, before I came here.

[She gives Xion a curious look, reaching with a hand to touch the girls skin.]

...you're breathing.

[And warm. These were not the hallmarks of the dead.]

Mm...[she purses her lips a little, thoughtfully.]

I don't really know how, either. I was...supposed to disappear. And everything got dark and cold. But then I woke up here, in the Gardens. And I was fine.

[She frowns. And the Queen couldn't be bothered to make her living. That bitch...]

That's lucky.

That's not...what happened to you?

[she's confused now. Zinc said she was dead, but she's moving and talking. What did "reanimate" mean?]

No. No breath, no pulse, no heat.

[She closes her fingers around Xion's wrist. She's a corpse, and she's cold like one.]

[her hands are so cold...Xion presses her other one over those fingers, as if trying to warm them.]

I don't...understand. You're...you're dead, but you're still here?

[she doesn't seem frightened, just confused. She always thought death was the end.]

[She nods.]

I was shot. [She motions with her free hand to her forehead.] Then infected, and Reanimated. I move, but I am dead.

[And I eat human flesh, oops.]

[her mouth tightens a little as she struggles to understand.] In...fected? But you can think, and...and talk, right? So doesn't that mean you're alive?

I can think.

[She emphasizes the singularity of that.]

Others, like me, barely think. They can barely speak.

[They could master a few words, if repeated often enough. If given the proper motivation to learn.]

Sometimes I can't either.

[They were animals, not humans. They lived only for hunger. She was the same, even if she could put on a good show. She pulls back her hand self-consciously, tucking her chin down with a shrug.]

[her chest twinges. Like Nobodies, and their lesser forms. Just shells. She offers her hands again, insistently.]

I'm...I'm sorry. Isn't there...anything anyone can do?

[She gives Xion a sullen sort of look, like she doesn't want to be humored just because she's upset, but she gives her hand back because she does like to be touched by warm people.]

Sometimes. There is a vaccine, if it is-- [The word she wants is 'administered' but it escapes her and frowns.] given soon enough. Too long, and the body dies. Or is already dead.

[She had been shot in the head. Barbet had cleaned and mended the wound, but if she were given the vaccine in full does, she would merely return to being dead.

She makes a little motion, for injections, with her free hand.]

Little bits, can help the bruises.

[Xion doesn't know what humoring is, she's too genuine. She's still a child in many ways.]

Vaccine? How do I get that? [she doesn't know what it is, but if it'll help, she'll do it.]

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oh I guess it's [action] now lmfao

[action] I noticed that last night but forgot to change it 8'|

[action] I should have noticed earlier, too. sob

[action] -strokes hair.-

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