three ❚ voice&action.

[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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[hotshot_momma]

Acknowledged. Give me your location for pick-up.

[howaverage]

[ Her voice sounds a little disappointed and she's mumbling in French again ("Mais pourquoi tu demande où je suis quand je ne sais pas?"). She's a little too tired for this. Her voice comes later, after a small sound of discomfort as she shifts slightly. Her muscles hurt. ]

I don't know. I really don't know. [ There's a pause. She's not so selfish as to let so many people come to her when maybe there are others in a worse situation than her. ] Just take care of the... things before they hurt someone.

[hotshot_momma]

I move fast and have a place to put you, don't worry. Those who can fight are. Just keep talking, I can get a fix on you that way.

[howaverage]

If I keep talking, those things will eventually find me first. [ A pause. ] There's someone coming soon. It's okay.

[sansbaguette]

Ils sont- Chèrie! Où est-tu?

[howaverage]

Je ne sais pas. [ The girl breathes out slowly and holds her face against her hand. She has lost some blood, not enough to make her pass out, but the stress is a bigger toll on her than the wound. She feels herself exhausted.

When she speaks, she sounds utterly defeated. ] « I am hiding behind a tree. I can't-- I don't know this place. I don't know how to say where I am. »

[sansbaguette]

Shh, shh, mon bébé... « Stay hidden. Listen to the woman above me there- » [She is unarmed, she can't protect her citoyen, this is terrible...] « Let her help you, okay? »

[howaverage]

« It's fine; I don't want two people after me. » [ She sighs and rubs her face in distress. ] « The less people, the less commotion; I don't want the... things to find us. » [ She certainly wouldn't say flowers, that was just insane. ]

[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. ]

[mnementomori]

[she has no idea what the woman is saying, but it's clear she needs help.]

Where are you?

[howaverage]

[ Sorry she's going to transfer her frustration to you, baby. :( But she's been asked this and she doesn't know and it's getting to her the fact she's utterly lost. ]

I don't know. In a forest, gardens, whatever. I hate this place.

[mnementomori]

[thankfully Xion doesn't take offense easily.]

I'll come look for you. I can help if you're hurt.

If you climb a tree they might not be able to reach you.

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[howaverage]

[ There's a small groan of pain and she sighs slightly. ]

I can't. My arm, it hurts too much.