[Elisa crossed the quad with the collar of her leather jacket turned up against the Mist. It didn't really make a difference - the chill of the Black Mist was very different to the chill of a winter breeze back in New York - but it was a force of habit. In situations like this, it was good to rely on habit. Habits grounded you. Habits kept you
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By herself.
The strangelings had seemed to avoid her; after all, she had nothing to offer them, not when the Mist made her an emotional zombie. Axel had drawn a parallel to it; she was like Roxas when he first arrived. Which... wasn't a good thing, but as far as Princess was concerned, it wasn't a bad thing, either.
She pays no heed to the familiar shape off a ways, her eyes and attention softly focused on her destination.]
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Jasmine?
Jasmine?
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She keeps walking, footfalls soft, towards her destination.]
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Jasmine? It's Elisa. You were miles away.
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