[ 1st ~ Video Post ] ~ here, there be spoilers

[agentminiskirt]

[A woman stands elsewhere in the Gardens, sporting a formal white dress. Or, at least, it is mostly white. Judging by the splatters on her neck, it should be pretty clear that the red is certainly not part of the dress

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[aureation]

[It takes her a moment to get used to the vine and how it works in regards to see other broadcasts- but when she sees a familiar flash of white splattered with crimson, Gabrielle's blood runs cold. Even in the warm sun, she feels a shiver crawl up her spine seeing the familiar face; it wasn't one she had been seeing for the past three years.]

...Aya?

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[agentminiskirt]

[Coping with gunshot wounds and a bloody, pimped-out wedding dress hasn't made things any easier, as Aya was trying to figure out exactly how the Vines work. The concept alone still baffles her.

When her friend's image appears, her eyes widen, her chest sinks.]

Gabrielle...?

[This whole talk of queens and talking animals is too far out there for Aya to simply assume that she's gone to Heaven, so something else of equal logic (or lack thereof) must've happened.]

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[aureation]

[Gabrielle's not sure whether she should be relieved or worried. It's Aya- the Aya she's known for the longest time, the one who disappeared for so long. She's standing in the same Garden's as Gabrielle; in the wedding dress she remembers clearer than anything else.]

You're... [For once, she battles with words. Everything feels hazy... surreal, like this is all a dream. But even Gabrielle very knows it's anything but.] ...here.

[Her eyes search over her friend for a moment, taking in the image appearing before her. It feels like ages since she's seen her. The real her. Her voice becomes softer, almost a gentle whisper.]

It's really you.

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[agentminiskirt]

[Aya tries to smile. It feels very strange on her cold features.]

Come on, Gabrielle. You act as though we haven't seen each other in awhile.

[Like she wasn't standing just outside those church doors. Like she had been dead for a very long time. Like there's something missing. Something that's been misplaced and it hurts even more to maintain this calm, cool façade. Like nothing is wrong. Like she doesn't know anything. Like it isn't just a few bullet wounds on the wedding dress the woman standing in front of her helped pick out--because you know, it's nothing serious. Stitch it up and it'll be right as rain again. But she knows better.]

[no_hometown]

[She's intrigued by the woman, by the way her movements don't seem to match her injuries. Yet her tone is neutral when she speaks.]

Are you in need of assistance?

[agentminiskirt]

[Aya herself is fairly calm. The pain has dulled significantly by now; she hardly notices it. In face of the once-blearing pain, however, she maintains her calm:]

Not really. Just a change of clothes, that's all.

[no_hometown]

That can easily be arranged. There are various places here to obtain clothes.

You're capable of healing yourself? [To Sephiroth, this is not unusual, but she is curious about the abilities and natures of the others here.]

[agentminiskirt]

That's good to hear.

[Also good to know that someone finally gets the gist of what Aya's been saying. Of course, it isn't like she hasn't walked off pain and wounds before, but it's a lot easier to do so knowing that your body will just regenerate over time.]

For the most part. Too bad it doesn't do much on damaged clothing.

[That poor wedding dress...]