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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
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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.
It had just been… hugely irritating.
More irritating was the radio message that had broadcasted while she’d been making sure everything was in working order. More irritating still was the intercom announcement that followed in its wake as she decided whether or not to check back in on the Sun Room. Its final, ear-splitting whine cut through her head like a hot poker, making her snarl.
If not for the fact that when the two women--speak of the devil--came flying into the cafeteria on the front-end of an energy attack, speaking what was definitely not Japanese, Yomi might not have ever noticed that Landel’s last words had been in English. English. And the big one was speaking a stranger form of English, she thought, while the blonde had replied in… something else. The sudden difficulty in understanding what was being said had her attention over their varying injuries, though the latter was hardly subtle.
Fingertips still pressed to a temple, Yomi just looked at the two of them, blank. What the hell?
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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.
After fixing Taura with a look, Yomi pointed in the direction of the intercom. The thing in the Sun Room might have spirited her off, but it was Landel who was playing them now. Then with the same hand she gestured at her ear and her throat, expecting that would be enough to get the message across. As for the rest… Yomi had to actually think about the words, not being fluent in anything other than Japanese. "You speak English?" she asked Taura in the formal form of English she’d been taught. "Japanese?"
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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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A problem that Yomi saw no value in trying to tackle in the long-term.
As it was, the sesshouseki’s heavy-handed beating flared up with newfound annoyance as Yomi was resigned to making out English. Nonverbal signs were a much better solution--and part of a language that everyone could understand, from spectre to coddled human. She wasn’t so incapable that she couldn’t get the gist of Taura’s reply, though. And that might just have made her the most flexible of the three of them at the moment.
In a growing game of charades, she pulled the radio from her pocket and gave it a wave. "He’s stopping the talk," she said to Taura. "They can’t talk to everyone now." Whoa, her teachers would be so impressed! Pronouns, negatives, tenses! How amazing was she. To Teresa, she just gave a cock of her head as she straightened from the table and dropped the radio back in her pocket. It wasn’t like the blonde was dying (yet).
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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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