[Voice/Action]

[bene_elohim]

[Why yes. This is Sephiroth stalking about and looking for his waifu husbando friend, Nina. He hadn't been stupid enough to bother her during the event, and now with half the forest charred and she most likely either unstable or collapsed somewhere, Sephiroth is following the path of destruction to her.]

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[compos_mentis]

[This reply isn't instant, but when it does happen... it's not really clear, nor is it sarcastic or biting or anything you might expect. Sound-wise, there's a faint hint of smoldering, but it's a bit further out, like from a distance. The sound of movement is echoing, so it's probably in a cave, but there isn't any wind sound from the entrance of the cave... so it's not one towards the top of the mountain. The shifting of legs in this sounds course. Sephiroth probably can't tell just from this, but she's in a small cave on the far side (opposite the village) of the mountain. The path'll lead there, but it's pretty winding to get there.

Anyway, her reply is... well, it's spoken, but not in any human language. It's in that vak'nasul tongue which sounds vaguely like static from a radio. It's not... violent sounding, but it doesn't sound pleasant either. You can hear a vague dripping too. Maybe water, but probably blood]

[bene_elohim]

[Hm, that doesn't sound so good. Well, there's a couple clues, and Sephiroth is nothing if not persistant, so after a while he manages to track her down to said tiny cave and pokes his little silver head inside for a quick look-see.

Unpleasant.

Moving to her side and crouching, Sephiroth tilts his head to look at her. He's still tense, ready to move if she so much as twitches; he wouldn't put it past her to jump up and tear him in two.]

Nina.

[compos_mentis]

[Slowly, so slowly, her head lifts. She's in her true form, so the eye is blood red. Well, one of them is. The other one seems to have some damage to it, and is shut with a stead trickle of black blood oozing out of it. There's a little -- well, a lot -- of her own and other's blood on her claws, which she isn't moving as of yet. The look in the eyes is unreadable, but there is recognition. There's a sound from her lips which might be called something close to a greeting, albeit in that same horrible, static-like tongue.

A pause... and then she shakes her head]