She/Her
Twenty-Five
Jubilife City, Sinnoh
*shrugs*
Freelancer/Ex-Ace Child Detective
Civilian
Let's Keep things a bit clandestine, shall we?
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Elaine Highland
CYBERCHASE CONUNDRUM (EVENT)
POSTED ON Aug 8, 2022 22:53:22 GMT
Despite seemingly immeasurable odds, the two legendary Pokemon had fallen. The discharges of electricity let lose by Astrape had supported the attacks of the others that fell onto the enemies before them. However, short of her intent, they did nothing to the surroundings. The world around her had not distorted nor had it been rent apart. And yet, this still remained a success. The avatars and the legendary Pokemon (or at least their copies, given one of said avatars happened to have been in the group) had fallen. It should have ended without incident, right?
Elaine was not sure what she could think of it. How could she? Was it the aura of pure concentrated death or the pitch blue plasma that had caused it. In the inevitable storm of the crossfire, she could hardly say what dregs of attacks had passed through her. But that was hardly her biggest concern as she gazed down upon her body--or what remained of it.
A surreal, physically impossible sight had come into her view. A portion of her thigh above her left knee had gone missing. That wasn't to say that her leg was cut off. Far from it, despite the sensation of something missing, it was like the pieces of her had some ephemeral connection. But that wasn't it. Her right elbow. Her left and right shoulders. Half her torso, leaving an odd shape behind. A quick tightening of the fingers that still grasped Violet Fairbanks 's hand was enough for her to know that everything had functioned. A portion of her heart and lungs were missing to the point where she couldn't feel anything and yet her body still functioned like nothing had.
Leaving behind the dissonance of absent sensation yet undeniable function.
And such surreality was only compounded by the sudden activation of the terminals and the sudden transport/teleport back to an initial origin. Yet, as she rematerialized, the parts of her body that were lost were not regained. Yet it was not just that. The visage of copies of everyone floating in whatever expanse they not stood over as well. The new riddle.
Even though they had escaped some example of danger, they had been left behind with a plethora of problems. Though others were musing the meaning behind the riddle and sharing the multiple images that had been given to them in the different terminals, there was something that took immediate priority first.
She turned to face Violet, whose hand she was still holding.
"Are you okay, Violet?"
There was still no time to let the loss sink in. After all, she was not the only one who suffered this kind of fate. She could only move forward.
In the meantime, she would need to gather information she heard buzzing around her.
Listening in on Katherine Fairburne's deduction, she nodded along, saying to nobody in particular. "Given the seeming sequence, the logic definitely stands."
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