[honestly, once she's no longer locked in a state of nigh-catatonic terror after the body-horror nightmare of arrival - you would think, this being the third time she's had a bad time with her own bodily autonomy being ripped from her against her will, after the first time being "at birth", that it would get less psychologically traumatizing, but actually that just keeps making it worse, considering every single time comes with the bitter certainty that she can't remove it because it'll kill her to try - and she's remembered how to breathe somewhat normally, the explanation makes ... a lot more sense to her than it reasonably should, considering she just looks like a normal Japanese high school student, aside from the future-tech skinsuit and the blue jersey she's been stuck wearing for the moment.]
[no, the part that's given her pause is ... the wide variety of murder weapons arrayed before them all. her hand hovers over nothing much in particular - just a simple pistol - and cannot seem to bring itself to come down and take it.]
... not again ...
ii. heart of stone
[she probably should get up. she needs to get up. she needs to run. but - the two ragged, coal-black and coal-fragile stumps before her were a person, just a moment ago.]
[a person who'd just been talking about how they could get through it all together, and now she was dust, and Setsuna wouldn't even get more than these few seconds to mourn. couldn't afford them. she knew that. she did.]
[but a life without feeling wasn't a life she could bear to live, anymore, and so, for just a moment of weakness - a costly one - she can't put a stopper on her own grief for what could have been.]
[she'll ... she'll get to her feet any second now, she knows she will. she has to.]
[she has to. or else --]
iii. bad traveling
[well. someone's probably going to make the mistake of trying to actually get close enough to a person begging for help before it becomes obvious that's a corpse, and perhaps that's you. or perhaps you're just trying to stop them, and fail - either way there's a girl with dark, almost purple hair suddenly diving to tackle the unlucky sap out of the way, shuddering simultaneously as she rolls to the side - whoever she just saved being flung aside, if at all possible - and her free arm comes up, a snubby barrel extruding itself from the back of her hand. it fires, right at the creature's knee, just before she hits the ground and rolls with a grunt.]
Don't try to kill it, just run!
[good advice! raises an equally good question: why isn't she taking it, too.]
setsuna higashi | fresh pretty cure!
[honestly, once she's no longer locked in a state of nigh-catatonic terror after the body-horror nightmare of arrival - you would think, this being the third time she's had a bad time with her own bodily autonomy being ripped from her against her will, after the first time being "at birth", that it would get less psychologically traumatizing, but actually that just keeps making it worse, considering every single time comes with the bitter certainty that she can't remove it because it'll kill her to try - and she's remembered how to breathe somewhat normally, the explanation makes ... a lot more sense to her than it reasonably should, considering she just looks like a normal Japanese high school student, aside from the future-tech skinsuit and the blue jersey she's been stuck wearing for the moment.]
[no, the part that's given her pause is ... the wide variety of murder weapons arrayed before them all. her hand hovers over nothing much in particular - just a simple pistol - and cannot seem to bring itself to come down and take it.]
... not again ...
ii. heart of stone
[she probably should get up. she needs to get up. she needs to run. but - the two ragged, coal-black and coal-fragile stumps before her were a person, just a moment ago.]
[a person who'd just been talking about how they could get through it all together, and now she was dust, and Setsuna wouldn't even get more than these few seconds to mourn. couldn't afford them. she knew that. she did.]
[but a life without feeling wasn't a life she could bear to live, anymore, and so, for just a moment of weakness - a costly one - she can't put a stopper on her own grief for what could have been.]
[she'll ... she'll get to her feet any second now, she knows she will. she has to.]
[she has to. or else --]
iii. bad traveling
[well. someone's probably going to make the mistake of trying to actually get close enough to a person begging for help before it becomes obvious that's a corpse, and perhaps that's you. or perhaps you're just trying to stop them, and fail - either way there's a girl with dark, almost purple hair suddenly diving to tackle the unlucky sap out of the way, shuddering simultaneously as she rolls to the side - whoever she just saved being flung aside, if at all possible - and her free arm comes up, a snubby barrel extruding itself from the back of her hand. it fires, right at the creature's knee, just before she hits the ground and rolls with a grunt.]
Don't try to kill it, just run!
[good advice! raises an equally good question: why isn't she taking it, too.]
iv. wild card
[go nuts!]