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[howaverage]

[ There's a horrifying scream into the vine. Of course there's a horrifying scream into the vine - it was bound to happen, sooner or later. Then there is a scrambling sound, shufflinf and heavy breathing and, if you listen very carefully, almost someone sobbing. If one were to see her, then yes, one would see red eyes and tears - and a nasty bite

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[anunlockedheart]

Where are you?

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[howaverage]

I don't-- I'm not sure. I don't know this place.

[ She says in a whisper, as if afraid the flowers will hear her. She then frowns and tries to shift the communication for the video, like she had seen other people do it. She's not sure how to do it, but here goes. So she manages to do it, and her rather pale face shows, bloodied shoulder and shirt, eyes wide with fear. She's hidden behind some tree but she shows her surroundings. You can see a rather vicious flower shuffling around back there. ]

Can you recognize this? [ She doesn't have much hope though. ]

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[anunlockedheart]

[Tifa studies the area quickly, but carefully. Her eyes narrow, and she nods...she recognizes the place, vaguely, from her walk with Aqua.

She keeps her voice low and calm, for Emilia's benefit.] I think so. [She hasn't had much luck with the flowers--swords and fire work better for plants than her fists, but she's still strong and nimble enough to slow them down.] Hang tight. I'll be there as soon as I can.

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[howaverage]

[ Emilia groans, yet she nods into the video feed before letting herself slump back against the tree, holding her hand over the slowly sticky wound. She has been seriously hurt before - she had to sneak into the war territory during the Bosnian war to rescue her family, but she had never been hurt by giant, flesh-eating flowers.

She thought she was going insane. ]

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[anunlockedheart]

[Tifa moves quickly. She's remained uninjured for the most part...having Aerith around has helped considerably, but this time she will be alone, and so she'll have to be careful. Even with her experience in dealing with monsters, this is...jarring, to say the least. She can't imagine how others were faring.

She is careful not to disturb the underbrush, nor make any noise that might alert one of the plants. She catches sight of one shuffling near a tree, and knows then that she's at least close to Emilia's location. She decides to try something risky.]

Hey! [She whistles, waves her arms.] Over here! [The thing is going to rush for her, but she can handle it. She hopes.]

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[howaverage]

[ All she wants to do is put her head down and rest, yet her body and mind are in such state that she can't even convey the notion of sleeping. She pressed against the bite wound and suppresses a groan. That thing stings like a bitch.

Emilia jumps at the sudden sound of a human voice and turns her head. She catches a glimpse of Tifa and she has to fight the urge of yelling out for help. The shuffling sound warns her against it.

The woman raises a bloodied hand to Tifa and grimaces; she doesn't want to be selfish to the point of making others fight for her, but she knows she can't. She never took a self-defence class in her life and doesn't know how to fight. She isn't ignorant to the point of trying to fend off one of those things by herself. She does, however, whistle back - softly, crossing her fingers. Hopes the thing won't launch at her. ]

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[anunlockedheart]

[She hears the whistle, but doesn't have the time to be relieved before the plant launches itself at her. She's prepared though, grinding her heels into the dirt and bracing for possible impact. Right as the plant is about to slam into her, she pulls back her fist, swings, and hits.

The plant shrieks, flies into the air, landing in a tangled, crumbled heap amongst the branches of a tree. Tifa sighs, stretches, and cracks her knuckles. She looks around to be certain no wayward plants are still creeping around, and then whistles again.]

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[howaverage]

[ The sudden fight forces a wide-eyed look out of Emilia. She wasn't expecting the woman to be so... strong. Her jaw tenses slightly, surprised by her agility and the way she handles herself - like she has done this before. In fact, she is so stunned, it takes her a while to register the second whistle.

Shaking her head, the woman shifts slightly and presses her back against the tree, feeling the bark through her sweater scratch idly at her skin. Em takes a deep breath, closes her eyes. It must be safe, now, so she stands up slowly, hand pressed against the ugly wound that's staining her clothes.

Walking up to Tifa, she forces a smile, but it's clear that she's tired and hurt and scared. ]

Hi. [ She looks around, a little nervous, making sure no plants are around. She looks at Tifa again, eyes on hers, and says, as sincerely as she can: ] Thank you.