[ The wall is real. This woman is extremely calm. Which means Tifa is turning redder, one arm crossed over her body and the other tucking her hair behind her ear, because she is one hundred percent sure she looks like a crazy person who just kicked a hotel wall. ]
I may have a little pent up frustration [ she says, managing a weak smile as her gaze goes back up to the woman. Her accent is interesting, something Tifa can't place.
Then again, it's not like she's been very many places. Nibelheim and Midgar.
Both gone now. Sector 7 anyway.
It's still fresh enough that the thought hits her like a train, making her stomach roll, then fleeing again. Grief, she knows, from the last time. That doesn't make it any easier. Just less foreign. ]
Does Midgar or Shinra mean anything to you? Or the Planet?
[ She's...really guessing the answer is no. Which feels insane, but -- something's tugging at the back of her mind, telling her whatever's going on here, it's...wrong.
Cetra exist. Jenova exists. Meteors and monsters and magic exist, so...
She doesn't want to finish the thought, swallowing hard. ]
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I may have a little pent up frustration [ she says, managing a weak smile as her gaze goes back up to the woman. Her accent is interesting, something Tifa can't place.
Then again, it's not like she's been very many places. Nibelheim and Midgar.
Both gone now. Sector 7 anyway.
It's still fresh enough that the thought hits her like a train, making her stomach roll, then fleeing again. Grief, she knows, from the last time. That doesn't make it any easier. Just less foreign. ]
Does Midgar or Shinra mean anything to you? Or the Planet?
[ She's...really guessing the answer is no. Which feels insane, but -- something's tugging at the back of her mind, telling her whatever's going on here, it's...wrong.
Cetra exist. Jenova exists. Meteors and monsters and magic exist, so...
She doesn't want to finish the thought, swallowing hard. ]