The weather was quick on its way to becoming warm once again. Freudia had long since decided that she would relish the last days of winter in whatever the form. Today, she had chosen a walking trip around the city -- and what a day to do so, considering the lack of parasites.
Unfortunately, it seemed fate had different plans, for the... person? she saw herself approaching was possibly more frightening than any mess of gnashing jaws and venom. (That was to say nothing of the jacket.) However, despite initial fear, the city had taught her one thing: Bandaged people needed help, more often than not.
While she didn't exactly quicken her pace, she did eventually get close enough for a proper conversation to take place. Of course, from that distance, the key was very apparent, but it was too late to turn back now. "Ma'am. Are you well?" she asked, steeling her face to hide her inner emotions.
A.B.A. stopped, blinked in confusion for a moment. She was perfectly fine. No harm had come to her in the time she had been here, thankfully. Given the near-constant fighting she'd been forced to do back in her own world, it had almost been a welcome change of pace.
Then it dawned on her that a bloody, bandaged person would be cause for concern to other people. Under normal circumstances that would mean the person in question had sustained injuries, and would require assistance.
"Oh! Yes, I'm fine, thank you. I haven't been injured since I arrived here."
So those were preexisting injuries. It was more than a little disconcerting that they seemed not to affect her at all. Especially considering the key that appeared to be impaling her brain.
"Well." Words were difficult. "That is fortunate." What else could be said? While Freudia was struggling to remain deadpan, a number of logical conversation pieces rushed through her head -- all of them largely inappropriate, at least in her mind. Besides, it was not as though she had not seen stranger in her time in the city.
"Have you found a place to live yet?" she offered as the only thing to come to her mind readily.
Attempting to make conversation with A.B.A. led to awkward pauses more often than not. She was aware that it was her fault, but the whole concept of socializing still eluded her. She was working on it, really. Of course, the fact that she had a key lodged in her skull would still prove off-putting to just about anyone, but there really wasn't much she could do about that. Couldn't exactly cover it up with a hat, now.
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Unfortunately, it seemed fate had different plans, for the... person? she saw herself approaching was possibly more frightening than any mess of gnashing jaws and venom. (That was to say nothing of the jacket.) However, despite initial fear, the city had taught her one thing: Bandaged people needed help, more often than not.
While she didn't exactly quicken her pace, she did eventually get close enough for a proper conversation to take place. Of course, from that distance, the key was very apparent, but it was too late to turn back now. "Ma'am. Are you well?" she asked, steeling her face to hide her inner emotions.
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Then it dawned on her that a bloody, bandaged person would be cause for concern to other people. Under normal circumstances that would mean the person in question had sustained injuries, and would require assistance.
"Oh! Yes, I'm fine, thank you. I haven't been injured since I arrived here."
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"Well." Words were difficult. "That is fortunate." What else could be said? While Freudia was struggling to remain deadpan, a number of logical conversation pieces rushed through her head -- all of them largely inappropriate, at least in her mind. Besides, it was not as though she had not seen stranger in her time in the city.
"Have you found a place to live yet?" she offered as the only thing to come to her mind readily.
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A.B.A. shook her head. "Not at present."
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