Pod Pop!

[meatbabies]

[ooc: Newbie Helpers List | Instructions: Post your character with one post establishing them as being podpopped. Tag each other in groups of 2's, 3's, and 4's, to get some interaction to start with. If a thread doesn't already have 2 or 3 people tagged in, tag it with your character's podpop popping near the other people, rather than making a new

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[carrycorpses]

Panic. That was the first thing that registered through Riza's mind as the world lurched and she was freed of the pod. Pure panic, and all things considered this was a reasonable thing. She was not in Central, and the last she remembered happened to be defending her Colonel from a devastating blast from the one who called himself 'Father'. And now? Well, now, we know the story of where she was and the soldier couldn't help but let the swift, uneasy panic rush over her mind. After years spent with alchemists and the like you think one would be used to this sort of thing, but that was not the case.

However much she wanted to panic, on the surface Riza kept calm. She always kept calm, the levelheaded one of the situation when it came to herself and the Colonel. That wouldn't change even as she mumbled to her self, moved slowly in the slime--well aware that she was nude, something she had never been around others. (Save the man she entrusted her back and its secrets too.) She hoped the slime, whatever it may have been, at least covered up the scarred pieces of her alchemy crazed father to the open eye.

Breathing in the taste made her face scrunch, but she shook her head to ward it off. And then she questioned, the answer in response not making the woman at all too happy. She didn't care about being here, and the words were ones she kept in mind, with a small natural frown. Whatever was going on one thought registered to the bodyguard's mine; she had to find the Colonel no matter the circumstances. He was blind and it was her duty to protect him as she always had, save the fact she didn't know if he was here. To her mind, he had to be.

And that idea was the woman's drive as she moved after the cleaning and the... body suit. (Something that was with almost a tinge of familiarity due to her surveillance work.) Well aware that without a gun on her she was a liability to the man anyway. Whatever this was, she didn't know if she believed it, if they wanted her to fight they sure as hell better gave her a sniper rifle back and lead her to the man she was protecting. That was the end of the story. Quietly, without questioning, solemnly she stood and peered around the area. The sniper in her disliking the movement against her feet and the surrounding area. This was wrong.