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[Those milling around the front of Latimir have probably noticed Fuuka before now-hard to miss the petite girl who has encased herself in her persona, a winged woman with arms outstretched and head lifted to the sky, Fuuka just visible-and unresponsive-through the woman's dress. She's been aiding in the rescue efforts like that, using her powers to find people, keep track of them-but the persona suddenly flickers and vanishes, Fuuka falling to her knees.
Up close, her eyes are red, she clearly been crying, and her body is tense. She looks exhausted. After a few seconds of sitting like that on the cracked pavement, she pulls out her communicator and sets it to video in her lap, leaning over it-so you can see just how tired and upset she is.]
I'm sorry... I'm trying, and trying, but I'm just... [She moves a hand up to tug on the armband pinned to her sleeve. For 'luck.' Her next words are utterly unconvincing:] If anyone... needs me... I'm okay. I can keep working.
[ ooc: Fuuka is outside of Latimir; commentlogs are welcome.]
Up close, her eyes are red, she clearly been crying, and her body is tense. She looks exhausted. After a few seconds of sitting like that on the cracked pavement, she pulls out her communicator and sets it to video in her lap, leaning over it-so you can see just how tired and upset she is.]
I'm sorry... I'm trying, and trying, but I'm just... [She moves a hand up to tug on the armband pinned to her sleeve. For 'luck.' Her next words are utterly unconvincing:] If anyone... needs me... I'm okay. I can keep working.
[ ooc: Fuuka is outside of Latimir; commentlogs are welcome.]