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[dream_departed]

She is so hungry.

Aya can think of little more than tasty brains food, but she can think. She stays outside the AVF. Aya crouches and begins crying plaintively for help. Her pale, ripped skin and bloody dress make her desperation seem more real.

Why go looking for food if she can make the food come to her?

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[cursed_bird]

::Blood. There's blood over here. It smells off, but where there's blood, there might be tasty tasty brains. Farf shambles into view, sniffing the air. Brains? Yes?::

[dream_departed]

"Help me..." she cries weakly.

She sniffs and raises her head. That doesn't smell like food.

[cursed_bird]

::The blood is just fresh enough to be intriguing, but the body beneath the blood smells like death... death, and something that smells distinctly not like food. Must get closer.::

Brains?

[dream_departed]

Aya tilts her head toward Farfarello. She recognizes and remembers him; but right now she cannot think of him as anything more than competition for food.

...does he have to be competition? Farfarello could be useful.

She licks her lips. "Yes. Come with me. We'll get some."

If there is not enough of Farfarello left to understand her or if he refuses, Aya will have to take her chances attacking him with one of the knives he gave her.