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[pulsecrush]

[One moment she's going up red-tinted corridors that move and switch places like a sliding puzzle, and the next, after she's touched an item sphere, she's standing at the center of a station platform nothing like Orphan's Cradle

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[pulsecrush]

"Shock" doesn't cover half of it.

[his cheerfulness is at first met with contempt. she was tense enough running across platforms that would lead her to orphan--to dysley, but now she's purely coiled with stress. everything in her body is alert and taut, her face certainly no different. her frown, if he could see it, would look painful.

but as he goes on, he proves to know more than the others and presents a greater promise of competence; therefore, she eases. fractionally.

prepare for those bundle of questions, because she does have them. might as well ask, and the sooner she learns, the quicker she can find a way out of here and back to her...teammates.]

Lightning Farron.

[she pauses, taking hold of her beacon and glancing at it a moment and then storing it in her leg pouch.]

You're not from here, are you? Sounds like you've been here a lot longer. What's keeping the scientists from fixing these?

[distrustful, she already wants to accuse them for lying about repairs because dying men are desperate. she'd know. she's going to

Voice;

[pulsecrush]

Lightning.

[an impulsive correction. only the military referred to her by her last name--and she wasn't a sergeant anymore. but the fact that allen looked a lot like her younger charge probably lent to it too.

she tries to listen to him, but there are so many conditions that seem to force her to stay here that simply shake up the control she's attempting to maintain. how he's laying it on her doesn't help either.

though she doesn't quite explode yet, her tone of voice isn't any less gruff.]

Don't tell me it doesn't matter. I'll find those materials, wherever they are, and I will bring it to them so they'll have no excuse.

Is there a map of this place I can access? And how could I contact these scientists--are they here?

Voice;

[pulsecrush]

[well allen is probably the only gentleman here. he will never learn, will he...

lightning is going to charge determination into this dome, okay.]

Names? I'll try to contact Mr. Gill regardless. You gotta look if you want to find them, right?

[a pause.]

General? [military? the way allen trails off makes his reliability sound questionable, but she's not going to discard her options just yet.] ...Got it.

Thanks.

Voice;

[pulsecrush]

[get with the times, little englishman--or take it to your deathbed. it'll be something to remember you far, at least.]

To you too, Walker, unless you're not going to help me pave a way out of here.

Voice;

[pulsecrush]

[sound like we'll have to count on someone else to save him, then. work in progress, i suppose.

mention of home and its apparently inevitable ending--what a bleak thought that puts in her head.]

Was trying to save it from one thing. Come here, and I find it's got an alternate ending. Nice way to reward my efforts.

[if he can read see past the sarcasm, he could probably sense the disquietude humming in her voice. if her world perished by sickness, then it would mean the l'cie triumphed--but her brand remained. she checked, and it's half-lidded eye didn't appear to cease its opening. how much time did she really have left?]

Voice;

[pulsecrush]

[...helpful reminder to be impersonal without being tactless. enough teeth-gnashing. one second as she retreats into her hard shell and leaves that opinion unopposed.

it goes without saying she doesn't plan to fail. she has much to fight for. better start now.]

It won't be wasted.

[see you around, walker. the sergeant's going to explore. ♥]