[ It won't take him long to find her, not least because she looks like an actual crime scene. There's a truly, horrifically ridiculous amount of blood on her. Like … three or four people's worth of blood. Possibly more. It's just … everywhere. ]
[ She's sitting back against a wall in the hallway immediately outside of the Welcome Room, her 13ft — thoroughly bedraggled, also incredibly bloody — pigeon wings hanging limp and loose. She's got one arm tight around her her ribs, while the other pokes away at the phone resting on her knee. ]
Oh — [ She looks up at the sound of approaching footsteps, her lips curving up into a lopsided smile. There's an open, still sluggishly bleeding gash curving down over her left eye, from above her brow almost to her nose. She's lucky the eye itself doesn't seem to have taken damage. ] Hi! Are you - [ What was it? ] Kantera-san?
CW: blood, injury
[ It won't take him long to find her, not least because she looks like an actual crime scene. There's a truly, horrifically ridiculous amount of blood on her. Like … three or four people's worth of blood. Possibly more. It's just … everywhere. ]
[ She's sitting back against a wall in the hallway immediately outside of the Welcome Room, her 13ft — thoroughly bedraggled, also incredibly bloody — pigeon wings hanging limp and loose. She's got one arm tight around her her ribs, while the other pokes away at the phone resting on her knee. ]
Oh — [ She looks up at the sound of approaching footsteps, her lips curving up into a lopsided smile. There's an open, still sluggishly bleeding gash curving down over her left eye, from above her brow almost to her nose. She's lucky the eye itself doesn't seem to have taken damage. ] Hi! Are you - [ What was it? ] Kantera-san?