70. [DREAM/DREAM/DREAM/DREAM]
[So while the rest of Johto alternately panics, cries, or rushes around trying to capture as many of the soulstealing insects as possible, there are dozens of souls floating around in that dream limbo, drifting in and out of each other's slumbering thoughts and visions. Whether it's nightmarish flashbacks or just those dreams where you're at school
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Like a sign is going to scare her.]
I'm not scared of blood. I'm a girl, I bleed every month like clockwork. [It's not so creepy when it's put in that perspective! She's bled before- she's not scared of blood. Hasn't she been injured enough fighting? Just because the Judges keep clans that fight monsters safe from death doesn't mean they prevent injuries, and Ritz has been clawed, gored, stabbed, shot, frozen, shocked, set on fire, and half-drowned in the course of learning how to fight in Ivalice.
Ritz is totally going to open that door.]
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[The door comes open with some difficulty-- and on the other side, there's... rust. Rust, and lots of it. No blood, though... even if the corroding metal of the walls and the pipes that run all along the ceiling, sometimes in odd, bent lines, sort of makes it look like they're splattered with blood. But no, no gore here. Just a dark tunnel and a faint gurgle of running water, accompanies by the sulfurous smell of a sewer.]
[She's underground, that much is clear...]
[But if she tries to open that door again once it's shut behind her, she'll find herself unable to. The lock is broken.]
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She severely dislikes having her options cut off, though.] Ha-ha, very funny. This isn't creepy, just gross! [Seriously, at a later point in canon than she's from, she says that dead people in the snow intrigue her. :|]
If you want to creep me out, you're gonna have to try harder.
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[Heading down the tunnel offers more of the same-- the water gets louder, so at least she's headed towards something... but no signs of life. Just... rusted walls and grating underfoot. How long can that go on?]
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...It's just sort of disturbing that there's nothing around.]
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[In fact, for quite awhile, the only company Ritz will have at all is her own voice, and that ever-present trickle of running water.]
[.... Until a strange and piercing set of sounds comes echoing down the tunnel... not from ahead, not quite... from above? ... No... maybe below? It's hard to tell. Far-off bangs and clanks, and the nails-on-chalkboard sound of rusty gears being turned. They're distant-- and not entirely unusual for a place like this, but-- .... is that the cry of something... animal somewhere among the sounds...?]
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[She's used to quiet, or has gotten used to relative quiet, but that's 'quiet with animal sounds'. This quiet has her on-edge and nervous, and wishing desperately that she still had Femme Fatale with her. The teenager jumps nearly a mile at the sounds, and then laughs. It's silly. Just noises that, really, she might have been expecting. She moves more carefully after that, her stance more ready for combat. Silly she might be for jumping, but she doesn't know what could be around the next corner.]
[The might-be animal noise has her shifting more to the balls of her feet and running lightly- she can cover quite a bit of ground that way, and as an added bonus, it makes less noise than the heavy thud of allowing her whole foot to impact.]
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[Welcome back to Alone. ... If she really IS alone, anyway...]
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[She's going to look around for something- anything- to pick up that she can use to defend herself. Having something in her hands would help take some of the edge off of her nerves. She got used to having a weapon of her own, and not having one rattles her nerves as-is.]
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[But against what...?]
[The tunnel ahead looms wide and empty ... lit only by that sort of unearthly light that doesn't seem to have much of a source... it's whatever dim illumination can filter in through the tiny holes and gaps to whatever outside there may be.]
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