4. Get in here Shinta, and bring your ex if you have to.
For the better part of the next 24 hours, Sophie had been going in and out of consciousness, flashes of white robes, gathering people and the hum of a plane's engine lulling her back to sleep. No strength to panic, no strength to make questions, they would need to wait. So wait she does, the memories of blood and death creeping into her mind, not even the fog of rest capable of fending them off completely.
When she finally managed to woke up properly, Sophie found out they were a long way from the United States, but she couldn't get much more from the crew on board. She recognized Netsash, because the uniforms are hard to forget, but otherwise she didn't have the faintest idea of what was going on. They were uncooperative, to put it in a polite way; downright frustrating is another, and Sophie would've loved to argue with them if she hadn't felt that pang, that crawl inside of her, like fingertips caressing the inside of her skull. Something was different, and as much as she hated to admit it, she needed help, help which maybe they were capable of providing.
They landed somewhere she didn't recognize, Sun past its zenith, but still up and strong. A car was waiting for them. It wasn't until Sophie walked out of the plane that she noticed her clothes were not her own; her bloodied sweatpants and top had been changed for nondescript gray, yet clean ones. She didn't even have time to ask who the hell had put their hands on her; the uniformed ones were already gone. Swallowing down her anger, Sophie got in the car. It was an hour long ride, no music.
The only reason she recognized the Falner State was because the place was so ridiculously massive you just didn't forget about it. Her uneasiness was replaced by intrigue as they drove in and down the long path that ultimately took them to what looked like a really old, really opulent mansion. The car stopped, the door opened on its own. Silence. Sophie go out and the car basically drew away as the door closed itself, not a word of advice, not a single indication. Frowning, Sophie turned towards the doors.
A man stood there. Asian, by the looks of it, barely older than her...or was he? The moment their eyes crossed something resonated within Sophie, much like in the plane, but this time it was softer, almost subdued. One moment he was just a man, the next he seemed to irradiate a cold, piercing aura. And then he was just a man again. Or was he? The moment Sophie realized he was about to walk down the stairs, she decided she would find out soon enough.
OPEN
Sophie sat on a mat at the gym, sweating. Three hours of violently hitting dummies with training swords would do that to you, Bladian or not. Now that she was ridiculously tired (but not for long) it would probably be safe to approach and chat the girl up.
Sophie Morgenstern; 4 but secretly 1 and Open
For the better part of the next 24 hours, Sophie had been going in and out of consciousness, flashes of white robes, gathering people and the hum of a plane's engine lulling her back to sleep. No strength to panic, no strength to make questions, they would need to wait. So wait she does, the memories of blood and death creeping into her mind, not even the fog of rest capable of fending them off completely.
When she finally managed to woke up properly, Sophie found out they were a long way from the United States, but she couldn't get much more from the crew on board. She recognized Netsash, because the uniforms are hard to forget, but otherwise she didn't have the faintest idea of what was going on. They were uncooperative, to put it in a polite way; downright frustrating is another, and Sophie would've loved to argue with them if she hadn't felt that pang, that crawl inside of her, like fingertips caressing the inside of her skull. Something was different, and as much as she hated to admit it, she needed help, help which maybe they were capable of providing.
They landed somewhere she didn't recognize, Sun past its zenith, but still up and strong. A car was waiting for them. It wasn't until Sophie walked out of the plane that she noticed her clothes were not her own; her bloodied sweatpants and top had been changed for nondescript gray, yet clean ones. She didn't even have time to ask who the hell had put their hands on her; the uniformed ones were already gone. Swallowing down her anger, Sophie got in the car. It was an hour long ride, no music.
The only reason she recognized the Falner State was because the place was so ridiculously massive you just didn't forget about it. Her uneasiness was replaced by intrigue as they drove in and down the long path that ultimately took them to what looked like a really old, really opulent mansion. The car stopped, the door opened on its own. Silence. Sophie go out and the car basically drew away as the door closed itself, not a word of advice, not a single indication. Frowning, Sophie turned towards the doors.
A man stood there. Asian, by the looks of it, barely older than her...or was he? The moment their eyes crossed something resonated within Sophie, much like in the plane, but this time it was softer, almost subdued. One moment he was just a man, the next he seemed to irradiate a cold, piercing aura. And then he was just a man again. Or was he? The moment Sophie realized he was about to walk down the stairs, she decided she would find out soon enough.
OPEN
Sophie sat on a mat at the gym, sweating. Three hours of violently hitting dummies with training swords would do that to you, Bladian or not. Now that she was ridiculously tired (but not for long) it would probably be safe to approach and chat the girl up.