Day 18 - - - Malta

[lacqualia]

Uh--Hello?! Anyone out there?

[She pauses, looking back at the device again to make sure it was even working. Red light? Does that mean a good thing? She makes a noise, as if shes about to speak again, but something's caught her attention.]

Ah! Hey there! Can you tell me--? [Her voice drifts, and she's noticing something strange. Then a gasp, and

Comments

/spittake!!!

[guardup]

[Static fizzed into Lightning's (rather urgent-sounding) voice. She recognized Vanille's voice within a matter of moments of the transmission. So, she was thrown into this mess of a world, too?]

Vanille--

[Damn, there was so much to tell her in so little time. Her magic most likely wasn't working, so that left...]

You've gotta stay ranged. These things aren't people- they're dangerous.

[Lightning had faith that the Pulse girl could handle her own against the once-human enemies... that is, if that was what she now faced.]

Let me know when you're in the clear.

THERE YOU ARE

[lacqualia]

--LIGHT? [A little moment of reassurance, and she's off running.]

[Screw fighting these things. Her delicate little pants are heard throughout the fumbling of her transmission. Her grip is locked down hard on that walkie talkie. Throughout brief moments, the strangled noises of infected crying after her are picked up by her feed. She skids across the asphalt, grabs hold of the nearest door and yanks it open. The transmission cuts.]

[A few minutes later, it clicks back on.]

Alright....[A pause for breathing] I-I think it's gone!

i probably shouldn't be tagging at 2am, but whatever

[guardup]

[Lightning waited silently, intently listening in on Vanille's situation. So she was running. That worked. It was probably the safest course of action, despite not knowing where she was.]

Good.

[She finally answered. And Lightning had then realized just how little she really knew. About this place and everything in it... With a harsh sigh, she goes on. One thing at a time...]

Listen to me, Vanille. Those things are all over the place. Don't let your guard down.

its coo, you can come back at any time if you need to sleep

[lacqualia]

Alright.. [She's still unsure, if she'd done the right thing or if she could keep it up.]

Where are we? ...This doesn't look anything like Gran Pulse.

i'll see how long i last! if i poof, you'll know why lmao

[guardup]

An island. People have been calling it "Malta." I don't know how we got here, or why.

[The frustration in her tone was pretty potent. Answers were hard to come by, after all.]

When you get a chance, gauge your magic. Something's wrong with this place- screws it up. If anything, don't rely on it.

[And she was telling her all of this in case they were far apart, and Vanille had to rough it alone for a while.]

You in a town? Maybe you saw a sign, or a name.

lmf ok

[lacqualia]

[No, not Gran Pulse at all. And no magic. And no one familiar near by. At least Light was even there, at least she isn't alone.]

Mmm....I couldn't read any of the symbols. [There's a small gasp when she remembers to think of any other details.]

I landed on a beach...with a dock! And then I went into the city...aaand here I am.

labor day weekend, hurrg

[guardup]

[There was a pause. Linefacing. Beaches, docks, cities... that about covered the entire side of Malta that she's seen during her time here. Nonetheless, Lightning's on the move.]

What about the building you're in now?

buubuu

[lacqualia]

[So helpful!]

Ah [She has to look around] A market? [A market inside? How strange....]

There was a biig vehicle in front all banged up, it had a giant red cross on it.