shiningworld | 01 Round Fired § Action + Video

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01 Round Fired § Action + Video

[The sight of the sand and sun and waves, usually tranquil in their quiet beauty, is interrupted by a figure dressed in black, laying half in / half out of the softly crashing waves. It appears unmoving, the shallow rising and falling of its chest barely visible to even the focused eye, un-phased by the encroaching tide. Only when the water moves higher, up the outstretched arm that dangles into the ocean, past the loosened tie and white blouse stained with dirt, grime, and blood, the miniscule remains of the wave just brushing against barely parted lips...

And the figure jerks, coughing and gasping for air, making sputtering noises of surprise, shock, and perhaps a touch of fear. Blonde hair shifts and moves as the body struggles to its knees, crawling out of the water and well away from its icy touch. Still gasping for air, a hand clutching tightly at the center of her chest, the other working the hair into its proper place.]

Tseng?

[Eyes, clearly exhausted from some unknown event or cause, strained as they shifted form one end of the beach to the other, grimacing as she struggled to her knees and then fell back, unable to muster the strength to get to her feet. Instead she tries moving a few inches across the sand, grunting as pain shot up from both her legs and shoulder.]

Tseng! Where are you?!

[Restless hands groped at her jacket, patting down every square inch, frowning at the discovery that her suit was cut and sliced in every which angle - how it stayed on her without falling into slices of fabric was beyond her - before making a noise of relief, a phone being pulled from a pocket. Fingers worked the keys, attempting to reach Reno or Rude - hell, reaching Rufus would work just fine - with no luck. Little does she realize she's turned on the video and she's broadcasting for anybody to see.]

Odin's Beard! Why can't I get through to anybody! And how the hell did I wind up on the outskirts of Junon?!

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[Whether you want it or not, you've been spotted by this small boy and he gasps at the sight on the beach. A hurt person?! He rushes over and drops to his knees, a few inches away from her.]

[Worriedly~] Are you okay?

[Ah! A civilian! It doesn't quite hit her yet that there's no reaction to her suit - Turks weren't the most popular people on Gaia - thanks to the fact she's just just barely on the right side of consciousness thanks to the adrenaline boost.

She gives a little grunting noise, trying to shift on the sands again to get to her knees. Only she fails and falls back on her butt.]

I'll be better once I find my partner. Have you seen a male, a several inches taller than me with dark hair past the shoulders and wearing a similar suit?

Um, no. I haven't seen anyone like that. But please, you shouldn't move so roughly, you might hurt yourself.

[Her heart sank, stomach knotting.] T-That can't be. We were together just moments ago...

[Her head turns this way and that, scanning the beach desperately to try and find her partner. Teeth grit together, a hand pressing to her head, fighting a wave of dizziness. Turning her attention to the young male beside her, her panic is clearly evident in both expression and tone.]

I can't...I can't just sit here! I have to find him! He's in just as bad of shape - maybe worse! You have to help me!

[He felt bad for her, that look in her face. Of course he wanted to help, but she wasn't exactly in the best shape herself at the moment.]

B-but, you're injuries--

.... [As much as she didn't want to agree, the boy was right. She was useless in this current state, what could she hope to accomplish without recovering some? Surely Tseng, who was much stronger and more resilient than she was, could manager without her for a little while. And who knows, maybe he got just as lucky as she was and was found by somebody.

Somebody not wanting to kill them, that is...]

...What's your name?

...I'm uh--Fletcher. [He had to stop hesitating about his own name, he doesn't have to lie anymore.]

C-could I ask yours? [It was good to know who you were helping, but he was still highly more concerned about her wounds and how much blood she may have lost. How long had she been out here?]

That's a good name. [Another wave of dizziness and she's struggling to sit upright.]

I'm....I'm Ele..na.. [How long indeed? Whether from heat stroke, anemia, or sheer exhaustion, she's having a hard time staying conscious and accidentally falls forward against his smaller frame, her head resting against his shoulder.]

[Oh! She was getting weaker by the second. He glanced at her head on his shoulder now and shook her gently.]

A-are you alright? Miss Elena?

...Nnngghh... [Eyes clenched before opening partially, eyes turning up Fletcher with an embarrassed, apologetic look.]

I-I'm sorry... I'm just...very tired...

[If only he were strong enough to carry her back to a cabin, she could rest there while he searched for a doctor.]

El..en...[his eyes were welling up with tears, why was he so helpless? But, nonetheless he wiped them away with an arm and gently lowered her down, desperately looking around for something that might slow, or even stop the bleeding. If she was somewhat conscious, she might hear]

...Stay here...I'm going to...[and he trails off as he stands up, wiping his face.]

[Oh, Gaia, she was so tired. Bones and muscles ached painfully, thudding up and down every inch of her body. Eyes clenched shut, forcing back a wave of nausea, feeling her world rotate, not realizing that she was being gently laid back until she heard the slight crunch of sand being pushed down behind her head.

An eye opened partially, seeing the terrified look of the boy who had found her, and felt her stomach sink. He was standing, he was...leaving her?]

W-wait.... [Her hand reached out, grabbing hold of the closest pant leg she could reach, fingers curling into the fabric.] Don't leave...

[Hm? What was--he looked back and felt the tug. Oh, she was still partially awake. He leans back down, looking at her sympathetically. He doesn't want to leave you like this Elena, but he doesn't want you to stay like this.]

But...I need to find a doctor, you're in pain.

Wow, you look like Hell.

[ You have a voice coming from your device. Kinzie has already tapped into the newcomer's phone camera. ]

Sorry, this isn't quite OnStar, but I'll try to give you info if you need it.

A-ah what?

[Okay, she must be hearing things. She was sure she heard a voice, but there was nobody around that she could see. Lips curled into a frown, hearing the voice again. Looking at the phone in her hand, a light bulb lit.]

I don't know what this 'OnStar' is, but I'm trying to find my partner and figure out my location. What information can you provide?

Don't panic. You're just temporally displaced within the nexus of a dimensional anomaly with erratic weather patterns and irregular, time-space impossibilities, and a magic witch.

... You're lost, basically.

Don't...don't panic?! [Her head is swimming, the voice in words a little to big for her head to fully handle. Then again, so was the idea that she was in - what she could only guess was - an alternate reality.]

I must be dreaming... [Her giggle is short of maniacal, fingers pinching and slapping at her cheeks.] C'mon Laney. Wake up. You've got a mission to complete.

Oh, you're a suit, huh? Shoulda figured the FBI would get here eventually.

Huh? FBI? What is that?

Federal Bureau of Investigation. Black suits, sunglasses, answer to the President, usually. Sometimes they assassinate people. Or collect UFOs and paranormal paraphernalia and hide things from the general public.

Not really as good at their jobs as they think.

I've never heard of this group, nor do I serve with them.

[She makes a short noise of frustration.]

Look, I don't have time to sit here and talk. I need to know just where this place is, what its called, and why my phone doesn't work. I have a partner missing somewhere and I have to find him immediately.

What are you, Swiss?

The short answer is you're in the middle of the Bermuda Triangle, an island-based dimensional distortion somewhere in the Atlantic Ocean.

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