Night 50: Cafeteria
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The dark of the cafeteria took enough time to adjust to against the light and colour of what had occurred in the Sun Room that for a moment Lunge only waited by the door, too cautious to move any further into the room without being fully prepared. It seemed unlikely that two ‘guardians’ would be placed in such close proximity to each ( Read more... )
The dark of the cafeteria took enough time to adjust to against the light and colour of what had occurred in the Sun Room that for a moment Lunge only waited by the door, too cautious to move any further into the room without being fully prepared. It seemed unlikely that two ‘guardians’ would be placed in such close proximity to each ( Read more... )
They were through. Taura let Teresa's hand drop, and rolled, coming up behind the counter. Still quiet. "You all right?" she hissed. Teresa had taken a lot more hits than she had, and Taura wasn't feeling so hot herself. The cool metal of the counter felt good against her bruised arms and bare shoulders, and she leaned into it. The air was cool against her back, too, and she wriggled a little, ignoring the stings. this was the second time she'd lost her shirt on the way to a mission -- but better that than her weapons. Or her strength. None of the damage was critical. It was just that this body didn't have quite the endurance (or the pain tolerance) of the one she was used to; it needed a few minutes to catch it's -- her -- breath.
"I don't think she's going to follow us." Or she was still playing with them, in which case nothing Taura said would matter.
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"Just peachy," she replied deadpan, taking the severed arm from her mouth and set it on the table next to her. With a rip of cloth, tearing the remains of her shirt from her left shoulder, Teresa took the severed limb up and then pressed it to the stump. Closing her eyes, cutting the gold light off, she redirected her youki, willing her arm to reattach.
...this wasn't working like it was supposed to. "Tch."
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She knew she’d been moved, but her memories were a little fuzzy, an effect the stone wasn’t responsible for. And that had pissed Yomi off, once she’d snapped to attention not in the lounge, where she’d been a second before, but in the cafeteria. She’d put an absent hand to her head, disoriented despite her best efforts to gather her wits. That hadn’t been like the nightly blackouts that sent them all back to their beds. Nor had it had seemingly had anything to do with Landel’s ring, since it was still intact, as her searching hand told her ( ... )
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And then Yomi came stumbling in, with exactly the same sentiment. Well, at least they were in agreement? And they had three again, if Teresa was in any shape to move once she'd finished. Then again -- Hanatarou had had trouble walking, after fixing a bone -- what would reattaching a limb do?
They'd better not count on moving anywhere else. "Are you all right, Yomi?"
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"You." Slightly, Teresa relaxed, not much but enough to indicate that she wasn't about to attack the youma in the room. "What happened to you?"
She then glanced at Taura, not understanding her. No matter. She had an arm to reattach.
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Again, Yomi looked from one to the other, then shrugged at Teresa’s question with a shake of her head. At least it sounded like the female had asked a question. Even if Yomi been able to make the words out, however, she doubted she’d be inclined to answer, whatever the case. She took some pleasure out of seeing the other’s body stiff with renewed caution. Teresa looked fierce, but at the moment she was mangled like a chew toy while Yomi was unharmed.
That couldn’t have been nice to realize.
Still, it wasn’t enough to make up for what had happened or this mess of a language barrier she was now dealing with. Before addressing Taura, she leaned back until the small of her back met the edge of a table, not bothering to hide the ill humor in the movement. At least she could partly understand the other one thanks to past grade school classes ( ... )
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Teresa was still struggling with her arm. Taura wanted to offer to help, even if all she could do was hold the limb steady. But while she could probably make an offer of assistance clear, actually doing anything useful without a common language was another story, and more hands -- hah! -- might just get in the way.
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Or not.
"Do either of you understand me? If so, I need cloth," she finally said. A few seconds later and the fingertips on the severed arm curled in a bit. That should not have taken even a fraction of the time it did and she still couldn't feel the tingle that told her it was attached enough to let go of the limb.
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Teresa needed something. "What?" Taura held out her hands, spread and empty. Then she waggled them. "A hand? Hold something? Medical supplies? Help?" She mimed walking off with one hand, then two hands came walking back? "Can you show me?" It would all be so much untranslated noise, but the sense should get across.
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If she was anyone else, except for Irene, Teresa would have rolled her eyes. Instead she sighed, golden glowing eyes narrowing to slits in irritation as the fingers on her left hand continued to slowly twitch. She couldn't let go of the limb yet, so she took her own thumb between her teeth then tugged on the tattered sleeve of her shirt to convey that she needed cloth.
Once done, she returned to holding the limb and focusing her youki.
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