[ It's beginning to rain: there's a strange symbol in the floor, something geometrical. It's outlined in red, smelling of something copper. The culprit, a pink haired girl 160cm tall, stands to one side far from any shelter. Blood flowing out of a small cut on her forearm, she looks sadly upon the symbol, rainwater beginning to wash it away. ]
[ When it starts to rain, his first instinct is to move and try to get indoors; since being locked out the last time didn't do well for his health. However, he immediately changes course when he catches sight of the girl - not only because she is making no move to get in, but also because there is evidently something red on her arm and that never meant anything well. ]
We should go inside.
[ At least the nurse could give them some basic first aid materials. ]
[ Her uninjured hand stretched out towards the symbol, she's trying to activate it--in vain. There's no aether that she can feel, and it leaves her strangely...empty. It's a second before El actually reacts, because it takes her a second to realise there's nobody around...so the other person must be talking to her. Raising her head to look at him, she blinks, taking in the sight of his face, his clothes... ]
We should? [ Her tone is one curious, wondering why he's used the word "we" instead of "I", why he's including her despite them not knowing each other...
But really, she doesn't mind the rain, it's small and light compared to the heavy rain in Gridania or La Noscean. Even when raindrops fall on her cut and drip bloodied from her fingertips, El doesn't flinch.
sorry
don't be, he needs to get rained on
We should go inside.
[ At least the nurse could give them some basic first aid materials. ]
raindrops keep falling on my head
We should? [ Her tone is one curious, wondering why he's used the word "we" instead of "I", why he's including her despite them not knowing each other...
But really, she doesn't mind the rain, it's small and light compared to the heavy rain in Gridania or La Noscean. Even when raindrops fall on her cut and drip bloodied from her fingertips, El doesn't flinch.
A second later, she helpfully supplies, ]
Umm... It's locked.