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What the heck is all this?
[She sounds angry, though it’s hard to tell. Her voice is ragged and she’s obviously exhausted, the starts of bruising forming underneath the skin of her face and arms. Still, it’s obvious that she’s only a teenager, someone has clearly roughed her up pretty good, and she isn’t happy about her new home. It's not dark yet, but the sun is relatively low in the sky, creating a orange glow behind her.]
Soul? Kid? Black*Star?
[She tries her best to stand up straight, to look formidable. She may be tired and wounded, but she has her pride.]
Someone’s gotta be here, right? There’s no way we got separated that easily.
[Her hand comes up to her head, as if checking to make sure everything’s intact. She winces once, before she sighs.]
This sucks…
[Shaking that off now; she can’t afford to look weak, not in a new and strange place. Her brows furrow, and she looks into the camera with determined and steadfast eyes.]
Alright, here’s the deal. My name is Maka Albarn and I’m a Scythe Meister from Shibusen. I’m not afraid of any monsters, but is there any place I can get some medical aid, first? I think I've at least bruised some ribs, and a couple of these cuts need cleaning and stitches before I can do any fighting. [A beat.] Thanks.
[And then she shuts off the video.]
[She sounds angry, though it’s hard to tell. Her voice is ragged and she’s obviously exhausted, the starts of bruising forming underneath the skin of her face and arms. Still, it’s obvious that she’s only a teenager, someone has clearly roughed her up pretty good, and she isn’t happy about her new home. It's not dark yet, but the sun is relatively low in the sky, creating a orange glow behind her.]
Soul? Kid? Black*Star?
[She tries her best to stand up straight, to look formidable. She may be tired and wounded, but she has her pride.]
Someone’s gotta be here, right? There’s no way we got separated that easily.
[Her hand comes up to her head, as if checking to make sure everything’s intact. She winces once, before she sighs.]
This sucks…
[Shaking that off now; she can’t afford to look weak, not in a new and strange place. Her brows furrow, and she looks into the camera with determined and steadfast eyes.]
Alright, here’s the deal. My name is Maka Albarn and I’m a Scythe Meister from Shibusen. I’m not afraid of any monsters, but is there any place I can get some medical aid, first? I think I've at least bruised some ribs, and a couple of these cuts need cleaning and stitches before I can do any fighting. [A beat.] Thanks.
[And then she shuts off the video.]