shiningworld | 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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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.

No, I'm a Turk.

Bermuda Triangle? Atlantic Ocean? [She's cursing under her breath.] I've never heard of those things. Am....am I even on Gaia anymore?

This is Earth. What planet are you from?

....I'm from Gaia.

That's just a Greek term for Earth.

That's what we call our planet where I'm from. And its apparently different from this place since we have neither this Bermuda Triangle or Atlantic Ocean.

Well then, welcome to Earth. It sucks, most of the time.

How do I get home?

Good question!

[ :) ]

Shiva's tits....

[She gives a little groan.]

I'm sure there's a way, we just have to find it. For now....is there a doctor around?

[ ... she thinks about this. ]

If we do, they'll probably hear this over the network. Try to sit upright and keep your wounds covered.

Mm...I hope so.

[Speaking of wounds, she's doing a quick once over. She couldn't quite remember much the last few hours save for a big red cloak.]

Don't worry. I have no plans of dying here or any time soon.

[Click]

What do you need?

[The voice is cold and detached. But his reply is immediate and confident.]

Are you a doctor?

That's like asking a boat if it can swim, but I'll forgive it. I'm new here.

Yes, I am a doctor. Tell me where you are and what you need.

[There's a short pause before she speaks again.]

...Mmm. I appear to be on a beach. I don't know my exact coordinates. As for what I need....I'd rather go into detail where it won't be broadcasted.