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[Kouya wakes early. There is only so long she can make her body rest when there are so many things she could be doing, so many things she needed to do...
But no, she mustn't think of those yet. There was something even more important that she had to do first, as necessary for her as any sustenance ever could be. Kouya needed to know.
Among the possessions that had been stacked neatly outside the clearing she had arrived in and the clearing she had spent the night, Kouya had found her school uniform and the cellphone that Nagisa-san had given her for communication purposes. The day before, the Vine had distracted her from checking it. Or rather, if she were to be honest to herself, she had kept herself from checking it.
Now, Kouya reaches for it, unable to keep the tremble from her hand as she picks it up and slowly flips it open. The screen is black. Kouya closes her eyes as a feeling of nausea comes over her. No! She squeezes her eyes shut, taking a deep breath, two. Gradually, the nausea subsides for a bit, still not quite suppressed. But manageable. She will continue.
Kouya summons the icy-cold demeanor she used when talking to other people (other people who were not her). She steels herself, steeling her features into one of cold blankness. She's good at it. Her fingers move to the phone's power button. Presses. She waits. The screen remains blank, dead.
The breath she's been holding comes out slowly. ... She should have expected it.]
... Yamato.
[T-there were other ways! Other things that could have happened! But Kouya's mind was already supplying the worst situations for her.
'What if she's not here?! What if they really were separated?! Her other half, her other self, her lo--']
NO!!
[She stands abruptly, shakily. She must calm herself, no, there was no use in panicking-- But she swoons, staggering. The nausea is overwhelming. Kouya has enough presence of mind to make for the bushes at the edge of the clearing before she crashes down, throwing up. It's at moments like these that she hates herself for being so weak.]
But no, she mustn't think of those yet. There was something even more important that she had to do first, as necessary for her as any sustenance ever could be. Kouya needed to know.
Among the possessions that had been stacked neatly outside the clearing she had arrived in and the clearing she had spent the night, Kouya had found her school uniform and the cellphone that Nagisa-san had given her for communication purposes. The day before, the Vine had distracted her from checking it. Or rather, if she were to be honest to herself, she had kept herself from checking it.
Now, Kouya reaches for it, unable to keep the tremble from her hand as she picks it up and slowly flips it open. The screen is black. Kouya closes her eyes as a feeling of nausea comes over her. No! She squeezes her eyes shut, taking a deep breath, two. Gradually, the nausea subsides for a bit, still not quite suppressed. But manageable. She will continue.
Kouya summons the icy-cold demeanor she used when talking to other people (other people who were not her). She steels herself, steeling her features into one of cold blankness. She's good at it. Her fingers move to the phone's power button. Presses. She waits. The screen remains blank, dead.
The breath she's been holding comes out slowly. ... She should have expected it.]
... Yamato.
[T-there were other ways! Other things that could have happened! But Kouya's mind was already supplying the worst situations for her.
'What if she's not here?! What if they really were separated?! Her other half, her other self, her lo--']
NO!!
[She stands abruptly, shakily. She must calm herself, no, there was no use in panicking-- But she swoons, staggering. The nausea is overwhelming. Kouya has enough presence of mind to make for the bushes at the edge of the clearing before she crashes down, throwing up. It's at moments like these that she hates herself for being so weak.]
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But nope, she looks out the door now and sees nothing but more houses and more gardens. At least the mistletoe is gone now. It's getting chillier, too. Maybe that'll mean an end to the endless flowers soon? she thinks, rolling her eyes.
Anyway, she has no excuse to stay cooped up anymore. She packs up her possessions into her bag, changes into new clothes and rollerblades, brushes her hair (reddish-pink following her decision to re-style), affixes her goggles to the top of her head, and heads out the door with the intent to maybe try at the wild places again. She doesn't get far, however, before she hears the sound of upchucking in the bushes nearby. For a moment, she considers just continuing on, but curiosity and human decency get the better of her. She skates over and finds a dark-haired young girl crumpled on the ground next to a puddle of vomit. Lovely.]
Hey, you doing all right there? Lunch didn't agree with you or something?
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'It might not be forever,' a small, traitorous part of her mind says, bringing the nausea back full-on again, 'Yamato isn't here.'
Kouya sits back, turning her face upwards, one hand over her mouth, taking in deep lungfuls of air to keep herself from retching. She hadn't eaten the night before as she had been doubtful of the food that she had found, so she'd have thrown up only stomach acid then.
A voice, behind her. This is enough to distract her and she turns around, immediately defensive. Kouya's aware how defenseless she looks right now and she can't afford to be that in such an unfamiliar place.
But she pauses in surprise, for the girl standing before her is unlike anyone she's ever seen. The gear she has on are things that Kouya recognizes, but it is such a different expression of style that she can't help but pause to take it in for a second.
The girl looks older than she herself is, foreign, her hair a shade between red and pink, no ears, no tail.
'Ah wait,' Kouya reminds herself, 'she may be from another world.'
Having cat ears and tails might not be normal in other worlds. Kouya realizes that she still has the fake ones on from when she had been at school. That would be interesting to explain, certainly. But first...]
No. I'm fine. Who's asking?
[Wiping her mouth, she makes to stand, limbs still shaking.]
(rock)
Are you seriously expecting me to believe that? You look like a wreck, no offense.
[She reaches into her purse and pulls out some Tums and a fuzzy sweater.]
Here. These'll calm your stomach down. [Tosses the bottle.] And if you want, this'll keep you a little warmer. It's gonna get cold as balls soon from the looks of things. [Offers the sweater.]
And it's Ramona, by the way.
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You don't have to believe it, but I'm fine.
[Having somehow succeeded to getting to her feet, she is surprised when something is thrown her way. Kouya only just manages to catch the bottle, fumbling with it a bit before finally getting a good enough handle on the small container to inspect it. These weren't a brand she was familiar with.]
... Thank you.
[She accepts the offered sweater a bit suspiciously still, glancing up at this stranger. The help was appreciated, despite Kouya's initial feelings of distrust when it came to other people, but she had to wonder, why?]
Kouya Sakagami. ... Why are you doing this?
[Her tone is both carefully defensive and honestly confused.]
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No problem.
[Ramona hands over the sweater and watches Kouya look confused. She shrugs at the question.]
Because I'm not a total bag of dicks? Someone's cold and throwing up, you don't just leave them by the roadside. Besides, that sweater doesn't look that great on my anymore, so whatever.