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[fiercestwarrior]

[Have a Tatsuki running through Template's streets, looking around almost wildly as she goes. She flickers on and off the second level pretty often, clearly not aware of its presence at all. Finally she stops and braces her hands on her knees, nearly doubling over as she pants.]

She's ... not here... wherever "here" is..

[Once she catches her

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[twisted_lilac]

... A car hit you, you say...? [FIDGET Oh god DX]

[fiercestwarrior]

[BLINKSTARE uh who are you] ... I dunno. I mean, there's no way I could have dodged it, but I don't remember getting hit.. I just remember waking up here.

[twisted_lilac]

[fidgets again] ... Who are you looking for, if I may ask...?

[fiercestwarrior]

... my friend. Her name is Orihime. She has long orange hair, and she's probably walking around with a big, happy smile on her face. Have .. you seen her?

[durchpeitschen]

[And let the irony commence! Asuka stares at Tatsuki, and then raises an eyebrow, one hand on her hip.] Awfully violent, aren't we.

[fiercestwarrior]

[frowning at you, Asuka] The hell do you want?

[durchpeitschen]

That's not going to get you home. You're stuck here, like all of us.

[fiercestwarrior]

Stuck here? Where is here, anyway?

[innocent_games]

[headtilt at you]

[fiercestwarrior]

... [blinks right back] Hello?

[innocent_games]

[staring at the hand she just slammed in the wall]

[fiercestwarrior]

[blinks again, then looks at her hand, which is still curled into a loose fist. she uncurls it, wincing a bit - the side of her hand is red and raw looking - then just heaves a sigh.]

It'll be fine.

[1stclass_puppy]

[watching her, frowning]

Do you need some help, Miss?

[fiercestwarrior]

[stares up at him, a slight, thoughtful frown on her lips]

Depends on whether or not you can actually help me. And from the sound of it, the help I need isn't around here.

[she shuts her eyes, leaning her head gingerly back against the wall] Unless you've seen a girl with orange hair lately.

[1stclass_puppy]

[kneels down beside her, offering her a hand]

'Fraid not. But she's probably back in your world.

[fiercestwarrior]

.... [with a tiny smile she takes the offered hand]

Probably. But that's okay. Hopefully a guy I know back there'll take good care of her. He better, or I'll kick his ass.