[ There's something loud going on towards the church. If she heads over there and peeks inside the door, she will see the the interior of the church ruined with glass everywhere, shattered windows and glass art, disorderly pews, and slashed paintings of axolotls.
The emotion share can only be described as something that would look disgusting like a sludge, but it feels like nothing, like the void. The vibes are overwhelming.
You can choose whether this hits her or not, but there is a thick shard of a stained glass that's the size of a hand being flung her way. ]
the problem here is she's been working on self-defense lessons. and her first lessons, before coming here, were in disarming her opponents and trying to take their weapons for herself. so she doesn't quite clock what's being thrown her way, but her instinct is to try to grab for it so if it is a weapon it can't be used against her.
this means the glass shard slices open her hand when she reaches out to grab it, and digs into her skin before she can fully register what it is she's grabbed. then she hisses with pain and lets it go, and the shard hits the ground and shatters.
[ There's a bit of silence as the emoshare slowly converts into guilt. He makes himself seen within her field of vision too and his hands are a little bloody, but there are no visible cuts. This place has excellent healing. Oh, he's also holding his sword. ]
I feel as though I should ask you that - [her gaze flicks to his bloody hands, to the shattered glass on the ground, and to his sword] - but it seems as though I can see what you are doing.
...but I was looking for you.
[the flare of annoyance fades into something more muted. there's a twinge of concern, but her anger has always been her strongest feeling, so the concern doesn't stand out quite as much.]
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The emotion share can only be described as something that would look disgusting like a sludge, but it feels like nothing, like the void. The vibes are overwhelming.
You can choose whether this hits her or not, but there is a thick shard of a stained glass that's the size of a hand being flung her way. ]
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the problem here is she's been working on self-defense lessons. and her first lessons, before coming here, were in disarming her opponents and trying to take their weapons for herself. so she doesn't quite clock what's being thrown her way, but her instinct is to try to grab for it so if it is a weapon it can't be used against her.
this means the glass shard slices open her hand when she reaches out to grab it, and digs into her skin before she can fully register what it is she's grabbed. then she hisses with pain and lets it go, and the shard hits the ground and shatters.
there's a flare of annoyance.]
Who's there?!
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... What are you doing here?
[ He says, quiet. ]
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...but I was looking for you.
[the flare of annoyance fades into something more muted. there's a twinge of concern, but her anger has always been her strongest feeling, so the concern doesn't stand out quite as much.]
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[ He thinks she's right to feel angry and annoyed, so he doesn't say anything in response to what he feels. However, he does back away a little. ]
Did you need something?
[ The hollow feeling deepens as if a hole gets bigger and bigger. ]
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...I was worried about you.
[that twinge of worry is still there, and it's accompanied by a bit of surprise because since when does she worry about other people? it's fine.]