the merry-go round of 'i'm fines' go off without a hitch, but annalise still hadn't responded to him.
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"anna! hey?" he's closer to her now, leaning down to get a good look into her eyes. the missing portion of her body was a definitive concern, but so too was the complete disregard of him.
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did she forget him? was her brain missing too?
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"earth to anna, you there?"

[attr="class","notes"]annalise henderson

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As he and his own began hovering higher within the air, his gaze shifted towards MARISOL SIMONE upon noting a faint shift in weight within his Pokemon, and then towards FERNANDO SILPH as he sought refuge within moments slightly later,[break][break]

Though for a moment, his gaze lingered upon him from the edge of his vision before directing itself towards the ongoing carnage before them.[break][break]

With the ongoing chaos surging within the terminal, he remained leaned upon the metallic form of the creature beneath him, faintly leaning to and fro in direction as needed as a means of further directing the manifested barriers for use of those around. Once every so often, hues of amber cast themselves over a vigilant shoulder for the sake of tracking those he covered— though a certain often had been a moment too late to keep up with the happenings as he looked forward just in time to be met with an odd sensation pulsing against the upper regions of his chest.[break][break]

For a brief moment, an airy, almost empty gasp left his lips as his hand clawed, instinctively, against the stricken spot, and all the vigilance in the world had been rendered irrelevant as he snapped his eyes down upon noting his fingers meet…nothing.[break][break]

A void, he felt. A void he saw just mere moments after several more claws; several tugs of the shirt down to be met with naught more than a space within his own body. Eyes widened, he gazed back and forth between his own body and the incoming projectiles, only snapping himself back within the moment in time to careen his companion back to make a barrier’s impact with another projectile.[break][break]

He couldn’t afford to allow a blank mind to weigh him down.[break][break]

And so did he resign to returning to the battle occurring within those moments— briefly, at least. The sights of the void remained seared within his mind, but he continued to focus as much of his attention upon the flying attacks until they lulled into a false sense of security; a brief reprise matched only by an immediate, heightened anxiety as Polaris recalled without warning, leaving his trainer landing upon the ground with barely enough reflex within his jarred mind to catch himself upon a knee.[break][break]

The landing only allowed him a moment to begin reaching for his idle wound before he found himself in transport.[break][break]

And then just like that…he’d been back. It had been an odd sensation, to say the least—though certainly jarring through the travels, having been met with a similar, yet all too different reflection of himself within a closer proximity—but his feet found themselves upon solid ground, and within the midst of a processing daze, he’d found himself gazing upon the selfsame others that had gathered, to begin with.[break][break]

His hand drifted towards his chest once more, though as his attention drifted towards the lapse in solid form as his fingers pushed through the shirt upon his then-partial back, he lifted his gaze towards Martín del Mar and kyle lopez within the midst of their conversation; a gaze that soon drifted between luka chêne as she brought the file attached to her into view, and then towards Hideo Kino and Thomas Benoit as they shared their parts and asked their inquiry, respectively.[break][break]

”...There definitely was a train, yeah…” he hummed lowly, narrowing his eyes in thought. They drifted towards the ground before finding their ways back towards the void upon him once more. ”A train. Floating buildings, floating pillars— stuff you’d see straight outta fiction, honestly…”[break][break]

His mind lulled once more as his mind seemed to catch up to the recent events; a short lived revelation before her slowly lowered his hand. Scanning throughout those nearby, he furrowed his brows with a pensive look before catching sight of a familiar face once more, still keeping an ear out for ongoing conversations while making an uncharacteristically apprehensive walk towards MARISOL SIMONE .[break][break]

”Hey,” he murmured, ”are you okay?”[break][break]

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TL;DR

• basically: all the kinda-important stuff happens in the second half of the post LMFAO
• leo's composed, but, like...in a hella deep processing lull? also may be on the verge of a panic attack, who knows
• lost a big, gash-like section ranging from the crook of his neck scaling diagonally down across his chest/upper body
• leo.exe is lagging basically
• hears the conversations happening; responds with some environmental details
• dazed but checks up on MARISOL SIMONE

@cc[break]
notes

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it happens quickly, a bit too quickly. [break][break]

there's carnage, and chaos, and there comes a point where it's har to keep track of anything anymore. the voids being thrown out, on top of the attacks, and the pixels and everything.. she finds it so difficult to believe that this is reality, and yet here they are, stuck in this datascape of pixels and binary and data. if the sense of urgency wasn't there, she'd probably find this interesting, and would take more time to look into everything. she doesn't have that luxury. [break][break]

not when a train comes throttling down one of the open portals, and she gasps in response, instinctively letting go of the bolt - hoping that gravity can pull her down fast enough. it doesn't. [break][break]

she's facing the train when it happens, and her eyes shut in anticipation for the pain and the stinging, until she feels her feet touch the ground, and she's alive. somehow. but though she's alive, and tries to open her eyes, she feels that only one of them is open. where did the other go? [break][break]

it comes to a shock when she raises her hand to try and hold the left side of her head, only to find that everything above her left cheek has disappeared, the train taking the quarter of her head up to the centre of her scalp. the right eye widens, though she still feels the bangs that.. weren't brought along with it. it was just the part of the head, but now it feels static. it's odd. it's uncomfortable. the hair that isn't caught in the impact still moves, as though it's attached to anything. it's unsettling. [break][break]

".. ah." she tries to speak, it looks like her voice is still working. her right eye and ear still work, but the left side is a goner. how curious. how frustrating. [break][break]

she doesn't even feel pain. it just feels empty, and that part of her vision is gone - not like it changed much, what with an eyepatch already being over it most of the time. it would be best not to touch the void left behind, so she raises her other hand to rest against her head as she recovers from her landing. [break][break]

their surroundings are reset, and it looks like everyone returns to a common area. here, she hisses, softly. it's uncharacteristic of her to lose her temper, but anyone would get a little upset losing a quarter of their head. she glances down, eyeing a copy - a copy of herself - staring back at her with dead eyes. ah yes, just like looking in a mirror. [break][break]

then her working eye glances at the screen before them, and she already notices a group forming, talking about their experiences. then, she chirps up, albeit briefly, so she can have time to herself again later. "they weren't invulnerable." she cups her fingers behind her right ear, holding in the direction of the small crowd (Martín del Mar , kyle lopez , luka chêne , Thomas Benoit , Hideo Kino , jayden cross ) to add onto the retellings of terminal 2. "even though they're data, we're still able to disable them." she motions to the little plate of a cursola, who carefully hops out of her hold. she doesn't know how useful this information is. [break][break]

".. and it was easy. it felt like it was too easy." and it unnerves her to say. legends shouldn't be so easily downed. [break][break]

she takes a deep breath, she needs it. luckily, she can still hear in her right ear, so she catches the familiar voice of Leonidas Stone . so she glances over with a slight glare, slightly tired. still processing. there's silence when she's lowering her glare back to the ground. "i'll be okay." her fingers curl around the remaining side of her upper head. her cursola is concerned, expanding the ghastly body of hers. [break][break]

"what about you?" she starts, taking another deep breath, and a sigh "are you and your pokemon okay?"

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𓆙 mari loses a part of her head; left eye and ear.
[break]𓆙 thought and brain are unharmed, but she's now deaf and blind on the left side of her head.
[break]𓆙 no she's not okay, but thanks for asking.
[break]𓆙 cursola is okay though and that's what matters most
[break]𓆙 comments on the vulnerability of the legendary pokemon

cyberchase conundrum

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the general consensus is that everyone is okay even if they don't look okay. take Hideo Kino for example: missing lower torso and yet he's still standing. alive.[break][break]

which leads him to believe things being "deleted" aren't permanently gone but just misplaced.[break][break]

before he can address Hideo Kino, the boy walks away to join another. matias can do no more than purse his lips before turning to address annalise henderson.[break][break]

"just like everyone else, i'm okay."[break][break]

while he waits for Eva Morales's answer, he watches kyle lopez only to feel a little bit proud that the champion's getting so involved.

[attr="class","ooc"]- checking up on people[break]

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