poly_chromatic | 000 :: voice to text

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000 :: voice to text

[After such a busy weekend... It seems someone has been left behind. The voice is a woman's, she bears a distinct accent. She is speaking rapidly in an adrenaline fueled anger that has the softest tinge of hysteria to it. The last thing she remembered was being cornered by the annelids, their grotesque song and their fangs and claws.]

Whatever zhis is, I am taking no part in your ridiculous games. Zhe Many could not take me, and you, SHODAN, will have no better luck. They 'ave killed me once already, but I will continue to defy you and all you call your children so long as I 'ave zhe thoughts to turn against you.

Glory to mankind, goddess. You will always be weak to us.

Now, release me from zhis pathetic simulation, you 'ave no right to call up my ghost for your amusement, you... crazed circuit board...

[All the energy fades from her voice by the end. Finally she murmurs, voice strained,]

Merde ... Vous avez même laissé me saigner dans cette illusion ...

DELACROIX to VOID: 11-07-2114 re: Bleeding Out

this is delacroix of the von braun. immediate response required.

soldier respond. respond.

do not be dead.

[[ooc; action is quite welcome, although if we don't want to goldfish bowl (which I, personally, don't mind) it will have to be first come, first serve. but really. all your cr, give it to me. hover french text for translation.]]

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SHODAN?

[That's a familiar name, though she hasn't heard it in a while, and it piques her curiosity.]

This is no illusion. She hasn't been here for a long time.

[Delacroix answers snappishly,]

Eet is zhe only explanation.

[She was not particularly personable on a good day, and this has been a very bad day indeed.]

I should be dead under zheir claws, but she 'as changed zhings. She 'as accessed the drive. Merde.

[Rita's hardly personable herself. This could get interesting...]

She hasn't done a thing. Whatever happened back in your universe doesn't matter; this is a completely different world, and you've been brought here at random. How's that for an explanation?

Do not presume to know 'ow many she has killed. Zhat you know of 'er at all is ominous enough to matter.

[She is breathing somewhat heavily, but she is determined to keep herself awake.]

Hmph. You're right, I don't know what she's done. But I do know that whatever her abilities were, they were nothing compared to this place.

She 'as no abilities.

[None. She was no goddess, damn it.]

She is a virus she lives only through infecting other systems.

[That's news to Rita--though she'd sure agree that SHODAN was no goddess.]

Well, she didn't infect anything here. From what I remember, she was stuck in the body of a human.

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Responding. Nobody's dead here.

Delacroix, are you still with me?

[Nobody's dead? Nobody's dead? Hah.]

Zhey are all dead. Yes, I am here.

[You will have to forgive her for being terribly curt.]

[The wherewithal to snap at him is actually good to hear after the fade out on the recording.]

Then they're not here. I need you to look around and give me some information so I can get help to where you are.

[No, they're not here. She sighs, it isn't relief, but she is currently lying at the far edge of a field. She hadn't been able to drag herself any farther and she has left a trail of blood in her wake.]

Zhere is some antique looking barn, red and white. [She inhales, it's been striking to have planetary atmosphere again so suddenly] Beyond the trees, and I 'ave heard some animals.

[Somewhere just too far away from the receiver to be perfectly made out, there's a complaint about all the healthy people getting dropped in the damn fountain.]

You're going to take a little while to get to, Delacroix. Tell me about where you're bleeding.

Heavy wounds sustained on zhe upper body.

[Mauled by something so much worse than a bear.]

My lungs 'ave not been punctured. Several blows to zhe head... I do not know eef I was bitten, zhose damn spiders could rot a limb off.

[She is clearly doing the best she can as her current capacity.]

Possible necrotic envenomation.

[To himself, although it's paged through as a note to the ICU not long after.]

You're doing well. [He's making preparations to go. Keeping her talking.] Are you a medical doctor? Military?

[ooc: I'm not sure how you'd like to balance things - maybe Sephiroth would like to find her and bring her to the hospital later?]

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Delacroix, I am Sephiroth, of SOLDIER.

Are you in need of assistance?

Please respond.

Finally, one of you UNN dogs zhat did not fall to Zhe Many...

[It will do you little good to correct her, soldier.]

I was cornered in cargo bay two, zhe annelids have wounded me. I can go no further.

[Saying it aloud, she wonders if she is suffering from one of the arachnid's toxins... if this is a terrible hallucination before she succumbs. Or perhaps before the soldier arrives, perhaps there is still hope.]

I am affiliated with ShinRa.

[He says this automatically, and because he doesn't wish to misrepresent himself. If she is not thinking clearly, because of her injuries or a state of shock, there would be little point in arguing with her.]

I am fully equipped and capable of treating your injuries. What is your current location? [He's been scouting the City on his own since arriving, and he's more or less sure of its layout by now.

Cargo bay two he doesn't know. That must have been where she was before arriving here.]

Damn it, eet's--

[Damn it. She grits her teeth before looking around herself. Her eyes see snow and trees, but she remains somewhat convinced her body is in the cargo bay.]

Zhere is a barn, beyond zhese trees.

[The barn on the edge of the City. He is familiar with it. He hopes that's the one she means and that there's not some other similar location he somehow missed.

He heads toward the location he knows without delay.]

I am en route.

I will be there soon, Delacroix.

[He'd prefer to keep her conscious and talking.]

Can you describe the nature and severity of your wounds? [It's best to know what he'll have to deal with beforehand.]

[She huffs an irritated breath, she can be nothing but impatient with her lifeblood warming the snow. Nothing personal.]

I 'ave been mauled by zhose creatures, extensive trauma...

[That said nothing of spider bites and laser burns.]

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*SHODAN was previously here and he knew 'her'.

Will be keeping watch on this woman.*

[Nothing she's hooked up to is critical - saline, pulse ox, monitoring, hydrating, building strength back up in a weary but no longer shattered body. Nothing is too loud but the low hum is constant. The small room is nearly dark and, outside in the hall, the bustle of the hospital has died down to a single set of footsteps.]

[It feels like an eternity since she last had any rest. It had stopped being safe as soon as Anatoly took note of her as an enemy, the worms already singing in his brain. She had known then, and ever since she has been racing to stem the tide of their hideous infection. It had been hopeless, and isolated. Numbers dwindling, spread across two massive interstellar ships. She had lived off of hypos and bags of freeze dried food, bottles of juice where she could convince the replicator to spit them out. No sleep, nowhere was safe. She didn't need to replay Constance's dying screams to keep herself awake.

O marie, never let your nerves settle.

She wakes slowly, but as soon as she becomes aware that there tubes attached to her, she begins to rip them out. No, no, no. She had seen Nurse Bloom after the doctors had their way with her.]

[He's only aware of it when the oxygen monitor starts to wail, but then he's running, pushing in through the glass door and hitting the lights with the heel of his hand, barely a beat skipped en route to the bed.

And there's a cart beside that, and the needles in it are well stocked, but he doesn't want to use another.]

Delacroix? Delacroix, you're all right. Wherever you think you are, you're not. I'm Doctor Chase, I need you to calm down.

I am perfectly calm.

[She snaps at him, pausing only long enough to look at him before removing the rest of the nonsense attached to her. Level-headed, that was what she was known for, what the others had looked to her for, and in the context of the nightmare she has come from, she feels perfectly justified in being wary of anything and everything.

The doctor's voice is familiar to her, in a hazy and distant way that she pays no attention to.]

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