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redacted_error) wrote2011-05-04 11:46 pm
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[0001]: Still Alive [Video]
[There is a series of pops and crackles from the feed, only temporary as the video flickers online. At first, there is a bright orange glow and the soft hum of some other device, however, the communicator device is jostled about a moment before resting on the face of a rather battered looking young woman. You would be too if you didn't realize a certain AI had booby-trapped a certain Stalemate Resolution Button. Her lips are pursed in a straight line as she turns the device about in her hand, her brows slightly knit in confusion.
This device is archaic in her standards--old Aperture archaic.
She looks up from the camera to examine her surroundings before speaking, hesitant, her voice not more than a hoarse whisper.]
H-hello?
[A pause as she looks up again. Maybe a noise caught her attention. She waits before looking into the camera again.]
Where this place?
[Red suddenly blots the video, followed by a somewhat annoyed grunt. Blood from a head injury, apparently. Both audio and video are cut off.]
This device is archaic in her standards--old Aperture archaic.
She looks up from the camera to examine her surroundings before speaking, hesitant, her voice not more than a hoarse whisper.]
H-hello?
[A pause as she looks up again. Maybe a noise caught her attention. She waits before looking into the camera again.]
Where this place?
[Red suddenly blots the video, followed by a somewhat annoyed grunt. Blood from a head injury, apparently. Both audio and video are cut off.]
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It won't sting or anything, I promise.
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Just a few cuts. Mostly bruising.
[As far as she knows. She has never been too entirely concerned about injuries, so long as she could still move around. Evidence is shown by the small, but multiple scars on her exposed arms--gifts from the turrets.
The blood from the cut on her forehead is slowly dribbling to a stop; the worst of the damage are minor burns and a scattering of cuts on her upper body, the lower generally spared.]
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As they pass around her body towards her feet, the light concentrated towards parts of her body that were injured, dulling the pain and speeding up her body's natural healing.]
You'll still need to check your injuries and clean them to prevent infection, but that should hopefully get you feeling a lot better.
[He didn't feel it his business to ask what she had been through. The poor thing seemed bewildered enough already.]
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Her breath catches in her throat as her body begins to tingle--strange sensation indeed. A quick glance down her arm confirms that the cuts are now scabs, and it is easier--much easier--to breathe.
That other girl mentioned getting her injuries examined as well.]
Thank you. [Errrrr..] Where would I find a medic? [Somewhat unusual that this boy does not have the qualifications, as he seems to have the skills.]
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If you don't mind me saying... You look a little rough. If you want, there's good food at the Inn, and I'm sure you can find some fresh clothes, and I bet the bath house would have you feeling like a million zenny.
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Her fingertips reach up towards her hairline, finding that a scab has closed up the cut. She doesn't feel much in pain. .... Good enough.]
Thank you. I will be fine. [Wait. Err..] What is your name?
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What is the Watch?
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It's a patrol that serves to keep an eye on things outside of the village, so everyone can sleep a little easier. The Fae can be kind of tricky at best, and malevolent at worst, so it pays to be careful.
Anyone is welcome on it. Oh, that reminds me... Did you happen to have a crown made of rowan near you when you woke up? It's kind of an important ward to have. It's not foolproof, but it can save you a lot of trouble.
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At the mention of a crown, Chell blinks.] I..am not sure. I had this nearby. [She holds up the communicator device.]