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[hopeisblind]

[location: somewhere behind cabin #4]

[There is a girl lying in the snow.  She is wearing a red dress and chains, and far more blood than any girl should wear.

A corner of her mind informs her she is no longer in the prison cell the rebels threw her into. Not that she particularly cares.  Instead,  she stares numbly at the wrong sky

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[whenknightfalls]

[Is wandering home, probably humming some mindless tune, when he notices the splash of red in the snow. He squints and hurries toward it...]

[hopeisblind]

[it's a Nunnally, but she doesn't notice you.]

[whenknightfalls]

[Oh god, it IS a Nunnally. He kneels at her side, attempting to pick her up]

Nunnally! What are you...it's cold...

[hopeisblind]

...

[ascendthethorns]

[... well this is a familiar scene. Kneels beside.]

Nunnally?

[hopeisblind]

[t-that feels almost normal]

Elder sister?

[ascendthethorns]

Mm. What happened?

[hopeisblind]

[Just looks down at bloody hands and dress]

[thekingsgambit]

[Has actually been looking for his little sister since earlier in the day and is returning to the cabin to seek the others' assistance in determining her location. So it can only be expected that his response to finding her prone and almost painted in blood nearby the cabin is dangerously close to a mental shut-down.]

[thekingsgambit]

[Almost just as quickly, panic and fear take control, forcing his numbing limbs to carry him toward her.]

Nunnally!

[thekingsgambit]

[The dress and chains fall away from his mind, as his vision focuses entirely on the blood covering her body, not even noticing the state of her eyes in his manic rush to protect her. Losing more of his ability to process sense, breath with every passing second, he drops to her side, reaching out to lift her in his arms.]

Nunnally...

[hopeisblind]

[Now, that gets her attention. She pushes back HARD, searching your face with a bewildered look, cold lips trying to form words and barely managing them as she finally understands where she is.]

You!

[2nd_slinger]

[Naturally this just happens to be along the route of his nightly patrol--how better to stumble across unexpected scenes of trauma involving his friends and their family?

And since a crimson-drenched figure sprawled in the snow is exactly what these hero types are inclined to take notice of... He's dropping in to investigate.]

[hopeisblind]

[it's a Nunnally. :( ]

[2nd_slinger]

[... oh, bad. Darts to her side, taking a knee in the snow and reaching out tentatively to check the extent of her apparent injuries.]

Christ... Nunnally?! Kid, you okay?

[hopeisblind]

[No injures. Lots of blood, but not hers. She is in shock and freezing, though. Oh, and she can see you. And recognize your voice.]

... Mr. Ricochet?

[pizzapathic]

[walking home from what was inevitably a mess hall visit when wait holy shit what]

Nunnally!?

[hopeisblind]

[I know this voice]

[pizzapathic]

[crouching down next to her. oh god she can see can't she.]

What's going on?

[hopeisblind]

[touches her hair gently, admiring the strange shades of green]

C.C.?