[20:11] <@Anti-Goth> Something thick and warm clings to Christine's feet, every step causing a sickeningly fleshy squelching noise.  The light is too dim to properly see, though the darkness seems to dissipate slightly with each step.
01[20:13] <Christine_Larsen> Christine makes a slight shivering motion. "Urgh...feels like I'm walking through warm pudding..."
[20:13] <@Anti-Goth> She feels solid ground under her on occassion, the slick yet sticky material seeming to be restricted to a thin band.  Unfortunately, it's also the only way to tell if she's moving forward.
[20:13] <@Anti-Goth> *forward...
01[20:16] <Christine_Larsen> "Dammit, where am I this time?! This is...most definitely not the kind of place my head usually cooks up for me."
[20:19] <@Anti-Goth> As the strange void brightens, a disturbing sight becomes apparent.  The path that Christine has been following looks to be made of blood and strips of flesh, scattered hap-hazardly as if they were dropped by someone fleeing.
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[20:29] <Anti-Goth> <Anti-Goth> As the strange void brightens, a disturbing sight becomes apparent.  The path that Christine has been following looks to be made of blood and strips of flesh, scattered hap-hazardly as if they were dropped by someone fleeing.
[20:29] <Anti-Goth> <Anti-Goth> Off in the distance, the pilot can discern a rather...troubling sound.  The sound of gnawing and chewing, just close enough to kindle a fearful instinct in the back of her mind.
01[20:31] <Christine_Larsen> Against her better judgement, Christine chooses to follow the sound of chewing through the corpse-littered path.
[20:37] <Anti-Goth> The gnawing sounds slow and stop as the girl draws closer, a hoarse but barely audible breathing replacing them.  A thing, hunched shadow is visible not too far away, partly obscured by the shadowy, dim light.
01[20:39] <Christine_Larsen> Christine drops into a lower, guarded posture and approaches cautiously. "Hey, who are you!?"
[20:42] <Anti-Goth> The silouhette's head turns towards her, its thick, long hair dragged along with it.  It slowly moves towards Christine with a too agile gait, yellowish eyes glinting through the gloom.
01[20:46] <Christine_Larsen> Christine watches it closely as it approaches, waiting to see if it takes an aggressive action.
[20:48] <Anti-Goth> Crossing the distance between them in an instant, the figure lunges at Christine at the last moment, its sinewy arms outstretched...
01[20:52] <Christine_Larsen> Christine makes an attempt at ducking out of the way, but can't quite move fast enough.
[20:56] <Anti-Goth> A bony hand seizes the pilot's arm, and pulls her in close, the sharp nails of the personage's other hand scraping Christine's cheek.  A pair of feral yellow eyes, framed by unkempt greyish hair stare down at her.
[20:56] <Anti-Goth> *hair,
[20:57] <Anti-Goth> <You've come here at last...>
01[20:58] <Christine_Larsen> Christine stares back into the feral eyes, showing no fear to it. "Mhm...now, where is 'here' and who exactly are you?"
[21:02] <Anti-Goth> It becomes clear that the figure is actually a woman, her face gaunt and stained by blood, as she leans in closer.  Her hand still tightly grasps Christine's arm as her voice rasps again. <You can't mean that you don't know me...> she says with an unpleasant smile, lips pulling back to reveal unnaturally sharp teeth.
01[21:08] <Christine_Larsen> Christine rolls over her appearance in her head for a moment. "The eyes...and the teeth...you look like something between a human and an animal."
[21:09] <Anti-Goth> <Clever, aren't you?>
[21:11] <Anti-Goth> The savage smile doesn't fade, the woman merely maneuvering Christine forcefully into a more upright position. <It tried so very hard.  Tried so very hard to kill us...>
[21:11] <Anti-Goth> <But we remain.>
01[21:14] <Christine_Larsen> "I'm glad for that...we can't have you kicking the bucket now of all times."
[21:18] <Anti-Goth> The grey-haired woman licks some of the blood from her lips, eying Christine with satisfaction. <Do you realize it, then?>
01[21:21] <Christine_Larsen> "Well, considering where I was last when I was awake, I could guess who you are, even without the armor plates."
01[21:22] <Christine_Larsen> "Though...it does leave me with another question."
[21:23] <Anti-Goth> A claw-like nail runs across the surface of her arm's skin, leaving a raw, stinging feeling in its wake. <Speak, girl.>
01[21:24] <Christine_Larsen> "Do you sing as well?"
[21:30] <Anti-Goth> She laughs, the sound rough and echoing around the two of them. <You call it singing, not myself...you only see glimpses.>
01[21:31] <Christine_Larsen> "I see...so, why am I in...where ever this place is?"
[21:32] <Anti-Goth> Her eyes catch the light again, gleaming eerily. <Your vision is still limited...>
01[21:34] <Christine_Larsen> "Limited? I admit it is rather dark in here, but...."
[21:36] <Anti-Goth> <We nearly died.  Do you not remember?> The feral woman's breath is now hot on Christine's face, her skin mere inches from the pilot's <We were torn apart, our body ravaged...do you not SEE?> she snarls, baring her bloodied teeth.
01[21:57] <Christine_Larsen> "I see...peices of flash strewn about all over, but I can't see your actual body outside."
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01[22:04] <Christine_Larsen> "I see...peices of flash strewn about all over, but I can't see your actual body outside...though, considering the pain I was in before blacking out, I could guess."
[22:07] <Anti-Goth> <You were foolish.  You lack MY knowledge, my power...>
[22:09] <Anti-Goth> The air around Christine is beginning to feel incrementally heavier, almost difficult to breathe.
01[22:11] <Christine_Larsen> "Your knowledge...well, I haven't exactly been able to speak to you like this before. What would I need in order to learn from you...and will it make us stronger?"
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01[16:45] <Christine_Larsen> [22:04] <Christine_Larsen> "I see...peices of flash strewn about all over, but I can't see your actual body outside...though, considering the pain I was in before blacking out, I could guess."
01[16:45] <Christine_Larsen> [22:07] <Anti-Goth> <You were foolish.  You lack MY knowledge, my power...>
01[16:45] <Christine_Larsen> [22:09] <Anti-Goth> The air around Christine is beginning to feel incrementally heavier, almost difficult to breathe.
01[16:45] <Christine_Larsen> [22:11] <Christine_Larsen> "Your knowledge...well, I haven't exactly been able to speak to you like this before. What would I need in order to learn from you...and will it make us stronger?"
[16:46] <Anti-Goth> The grey-haired woman  laughs again, a harsh, throaty sound. <Would I waste my time on it if it did not?>
01[16:47] <Christine_Larsen> "No, no I suppose you wouldn't. What do I have to do?"
[16:54] <Anti-Goth> <I think it's something you'll be familiar with...> she tells Christine with a sadistic smile, her clawed hand drawing back from Christine's face.
01[16:56] <Christine_Larsen> "...Like what?" Christine gives a bit of consideration to the grin she has found herself staring at.
[17:16] <Anti-Goth> There's a tearing sound as a single claw pierces the material that the 'glove' of Christine's plugsuit consists of, digging down and slicing her skin.
[17:20] <Anti-Goth> <You'll see soon enough,> she whispers, her coppery breath hot on the girl's face.
01[17:24] <Christine_Larsen> Christine winces slightly. "I'm sure I will...so give me your best shot. I don't want to feel weak out there ever again!"
[17:33] <Anti-Goth> <At least we can trust you to know that much...> the woman says, reaching back into her ragged, pelt-like garments.
01[17:36] <Christine_Larsen> "You and I...we're rather similar in ways, aren't we?"
[17:41] <Anti-Goth> She brings her hand back out, now dripping in what looks like a thicker, more viscous version of LCL. <Perhaps...>
01[17:42] <Christine_Larsen> "...LCL...is it...your blood?"
[17:56] <Anti-Goth> <*My* blood?> the hoarse chuckle echos again <only partly, child...> she says, pressing her liquid-coated hand against the cut on Christine's.
[18:01] <Anti-Goth> A dreadful burning sensation begins seeping into the girl's flesh, spreading quickly through her entire arm to her shoulder, and then her neck and head, pain stabbing behind her eyes.
01[18:06] <Christine_Larsen> Yet, Christine holds strong, still staring directly at the woman. "This...it has a burning feeling, and a stabbing to my head, but...you know, I've felt worse pain than this."
[18:10] <Anti-Goth> Whatever answer the woman has for her is drowned out by a cacophony of noise and indescribable images that assault Christine's senses, her vision becoming a nightmarish vortex of unreal color and shadow.
01[18:12] <Christine_Larsen> "Argh...wh-what is...this is...I-I don't...What are these things!?"
[18:16] <Anti-Goth> No voice can reach her.
01[18:17] <Christine_Larsen> Christine sinks to her knees, soon followed by her face hitting the ground and her arms coming up around her head.
[18:19] <Anti-Goth> Reality seems to lurch around the girl, the air becoming near solid...and she's forced down, down into a boiling *sensation*, as if the void is collapsing around her--
01[18:30] <Christine_Larsen> Christine tries to look around, tries to see if she is still where she was, or if something has changed again. "What...everything is hot...am I...am I on fire...?"
[18:32] <Anti-Goth> --and then the pain ceases altogether, save for a dull ache in her middle.  Her vision has gone dark again, save for a hint of light that's left reddish shadows behind her eyelids.
[18:33] <Anti-Goth> A too-familiar smell, one of antiseptic and sterile sheets, lingers in Christine's perception.
01[18:34] <Christine_Larsen> Christine takes some small comfort in the sudden dark, but slowly opens her eyes to look around.
[18:39] <Anti-Goth> As she opens her eyes, Christine is greeted by the sight of a small and very white hospital room, the window off to her left overlooking an unfamiliar city.
01[18:40] <Christine_Larsen> Christine opens her mouth, trying to make the words in her head exit her mouth properly. "...A hospital again...but this is...definitely not the one back home."
[18:45] <Anti-Goth> The sun is setting on the Brazilian skyline, dappling the sky with orange and pink...
[18:45] <Anti-Goth> [end]