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     lucy heartfilia is, absolutely, the furthest thing from being a stranger to combat. similarly, sheâs very used to weird situations that seem impossible. she can handle all of the aforementioned ââ what she doesnât take kindly to, though, is the fact that sheâs without her most important companions. walking the halls of the abandoned research facility on her own, while sheâs deemed it a necessary place to explore, has her feeling rather sad and lonely. oh, what she wouldnât give to hear the obnoxious bickering of two certain teammates, or even receive a stern glare from their powerful, yet sometimes terrifying, friend. she takes comfort in knowing she still has her spirits, though even their time is limited in this world.
another corner is rounded when she hears a ruckus in the distance. suddenly overcome by worry, lucy breaks into a jog, following her ears until she rounds a final corner to stumble upon another girl ⊠it appears whatever else was causing the noise has since left, or the stranger before her has managed to get away. either way, she doesnât appear to be in the best shape. lucy, now overcome with worry for this stranger, scrambles over until sheâs close.
â hey â are you okay? can i help you in any way? you donât look so goodâŠÂ â
In hindsight, perhaps exploring on her lonesome in this sketchy ass laboratory place wasnât her greatest idea. But, in her poor defense, she had no one to go with! She just had to stick her nose where it didnât belong though, after all, curiosity killed the.... rabbit..? Hana had heard footsteps coming from behind her, and thew most of her hesitation into the wind. In her haste, her foot might have triggered a trap.Â
It was probably one of the better traps sheâd seen, in her defense. The ceiling gave way to rocks ahead of her, with arrows shooting out from the wall behind her. She launched herself to the ground, hoping it would spare her of most of the arrows, though she did still take a substantial hit before she managed to get down.Â
Seeing the blonde girl round the corner to find her, warning bells immediately set off in her head, fingers gripping tight on her light gun. When the girl immediately offered her assistance, while she still kept her guard up, she no longer felt like she was in immediate danger.Â
âIâll be fine, itâs nothing too serious.âÂ
Or so she said, despite the fact that a wince covered her face as she pulled the arrow from her shoulder.Â













