WELL. HERE THEY ARE AGAIN. Sakyou actually looks, like, extremely disoriented when their save file reloads. Perhaps more than one might expect from someone who was clearly conscious and not half-dead like Catra during the end of their last run. Hm.]
What—
[??????? ???? ?? ???? ???? HE'S CLEARLY GOING THROUGH SOMETHING but it's fine they're all going through something.
Once on the shore, he's just quiet for a few seconds, still in the aftermath of the voice. HOOGh... But he will just kind of go on autopilot here now, fifty shades of dissociating as he reaches into his shirt to withdraw the heart vial.]
—It's back in one piece... [Glancing around between the others. Everyone's alive. They've restarted again...? This time he does not in fact to racing toward the chapel like a madman on a mission.]
[Resetting is more or less the same as the aftermath of a fatal injury for an immortal. That's to say, Sieghart is more occupied with making sure that nobody runs off this time, especially now that he finds that his bones aren't aching as much as they were earlier—not that that's saying much.
He rounds on both Sakyou and Claude.]
What was that? We're supposed to be a team. Pay attention and don't run off on your own next time!
[Perhaps it's a little out of touch to be scolding them, but the less tries they have to make, the better off they'll all be. He doesn't want to risk damaging their psyches any more than they've already been.]
The people you saw aren't real, so let's discuss our plan of action on the way there. We can start with that smoke bomb.
[meanwhile, Catra comes to just as confused as she was when she died?? though. . . her ribs and arm and leg don't ache so much anymore, and despite the twinges of pain she does still feel, she is together enough to shrug off her suit jacket and tie it around the bullet wound in her leg]
[. . .]
[her arm is still broke though, so that she cradles closely to her chest, just to keep from aggravating it]
Uh.
Okay, so. Anyone want to tell me what just happened???
[Ow Sieg right in the heart!! There's an almost imperceptible flinch which is hilarious since that's more of a reaction than he's given to literally any of his injuries. It's actually hard to tell he's still got any broken bones considering how little he shows of his pain. Good work lad.
He'll just - quietly nod, though. He's got nothing else to add there so instead, he'll turn to Catra.]
...Inside of the chapel - we found the source of the voices. There were people from the school and others I didn't recognize, save one... I assume it's the same for us all? In any case, they "also had people to protect" and detonated the chapel where we stood. I imagine the goal is to save the ones who were tied up...
[ Claude also flinches at Sieghart's words, hands forming into fists as he looks toward the chapel. ]
They're not real, neither the people we recognize or our schoolmates. So we shouldn't feel any hesitation in attacking them.
[ He's going to start marching forward. They're still pretty banged up, but he'd rather lean against a tree a they think this through. ]
I've got the smoke bomb which we can use to distract them, but that's no guarantee that they won't just detonate again. I suspect if the ones we're meant to rescue die, even without us, that'll cause us to reset.
[Now that he's sodden all over again, Sieghart doffs the airmen suit he'd put on over his clothes and discards it on the sand, but not before he reaches into a pocket and pulls out the syringe from the airship compartment.]
I'm going to test this.
[There could be anything in this, really. It could be medicinal or poisonous, and he dislikes the idea of becoming a guinea pig, but that's better than misusing it in their current predicament. He uncaps the syringe, sticks the needle into the crook of his throbbing right elbow, and injects a small dose of the liquid.]
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WELL. HERE THEY ARE AGAIN. Sakyou actually looks, like, extremely disoriented when their save file reloads. Perhaps more than one might expect from someone who was clearly conscious and not half-dead like Catra during the end of their last run. Hm.]
What—
[??????? ???? ?? ???? ???? HE'S CLEARLY GOING THROUGH SOMETHING but it's fine they're all going through something.
Once on the shore, he's just quiet for a few seconds, still in the aftermath of the voice. HOOGh... But he will just kind of go on autopilot here now, fifty shades of dissociating as he reaches into his shirt to withdraw the heart vial.]
—It's back in one piece... [Glancing around between the others. Everyone's alive. They've restarted again...? This time he does not in fact to racing toward the chapel like a madman on a mission.]
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This is getting really exhausting. [ He hears the cry again, but it doesn't compel him to rush forward again.
Instead, he pulls the smoke bomb from his jacket. ]
This is functional too. [ ... ] I suggest this time I throw this in first so we can make a surprise attack.
[ Someone should probably explain this to Catra. ]
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He rounds on both Sakyou and Claude.]
What was that? We're supposed to be a team. Pay attention and don't run off on your own next time!
[Perhaps it's a little out of touch to be scolding them, but the less tries they have to make, the better off they'll all be. He doesn't want to risk damaging their psyches any more than they've already been.]
The people you saw aren't real, so let's discuss our plan of action on the way there. We can start with that smoke bomb.
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[. . .]
[her arm is still broke though, so that she cradles closely to her chest, just to keep from aggravating it]
Uh.
Okay, so. Anyone want to tell me what just happened???
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He'll just - quietly nod, though. He's got nothing else to add there so instead, he'll turn to Catra.]
...Inside of the chapel - we found the source of the voices. There were people from the school and others I didn't recognize, save one... I assume it's the same for us all? In any case, they "also had people to protect" and detonated the chapel where we stood. I imagine the goal is to save the ones who were tied up...
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They're not real, neither the people we recognize or our schoolmates. So we shouldn't feel any hesitation in attacking them.
[ He's going to start marching forward. They're still pretty banged up, but he'd rather lean against a tree a they think this through. ]
I've got the smoke bomb which we can use to distract them, but that's no guarantee that they won't just detonate again. I suspect if the ones we're meant to rescue die, even without us, that'll cause us to reset.
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[Now that he's sodden all over again, Sieghart doffs the airmen suit he'd put on over his clothes and discards it on the sand, but not before he reaches into a pocket and pulls out the syringe from the airship compartment.]
I'm going to test this.
[There could be anything in this, really. It could be medicinal or poisonous, and he dislikes the idea of becoming a guinea pig, but that's better than misusing it in their current predicament. He uncaps the syringe, sticks the needle into the crook of his throbbing right elbow, and injects a small dose of the liquid.]
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Sieghart will find himself suddenly dizzy before he collapses to the ground.
Static buzzes from the collar.]
... Seriously? Right, we're not going to get anywhere with this group - and to think you made it this far.
[The other three will feel that cold, metallic sting against their necks again before darkness claims them.