Answering a Call for Help [closed]

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Character(s): Ashe & anyone else who'd like to join
Content: Answering a call for help
Setting: Around Ecos na Catedral
Time: Monday afternoon
Warnings: none so far.



The destruction that lies before her reminds her painfully of her hometown and she braces herself from breaking down at that very moment. Instead, she stands still, watching the eerie surrounding of rubbles and wood and corpses and blood. Blood is everywhere. She did not see it at first but now she does. Those dark brown splotches on the rubbles, they are blood. A shiver runs down her spine at the very thought of it.

It is not the first time that she has seen the destruction, but this is the closest she has ever been to it. The lack of distance made it all seem too real to handle. She embraces herself to drive away the shivers and adamantly decides to wait until the man named Zexion comes. She is here to help people, she must be brave.

But what if he is hurt and is unable to move? a thought strikes her and she wonders whether she should stay in one place or look for this man. If I were to look for him, however, how can I? I don't even know of his appearance. She sighs, then deciding to stay in one place, looks around to see if she can see anyone who might need healing. A fear tugs at her heart that perhaps this man, Zexion, has died from his wounds because she was too slow. After all, the message did sound urgent, considering the underlined 'it is important' part.

"Think positive, Ashe. Think positive," she says to herself, wishing that it would reassure her. Much to her dismay, a gust of cold wind blows and she starts shivering again. She snorts, "stop blowing you stupid wind."

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She has been waiting for quite awhile, so decides to write on her journal instead. Reaching into her pocket, she pulls out her journal. She notices that someone has left a comment on her last journal entry, so she opens it. Replying to her journal about losing her pen and going to find Zexion, a man comments, 'You can buy a pen for cheap almost anywhere. And Zexion is fine, I'm taking care of him now. He is a friend of mine, you see.'

Encouraged by the man's comment, she leaves another comment replying to his, saying 'Zexion is fine? Wonderful then! I am around Morem o Lisboa already, actually, can you perhaps tell me where I should go to now?'

Waiting is never one of her favorite activities, but this time the wait feels even more unbearable as she keeps checking whether the man has replied or not. After what seems to be an eternity, a comment appears below hers, 'Head northwest to the traintracks, and the north to the Ecos na Catedral. Do not go in. But there are probably some wounded men around the area.'

Quickly typing up a thank you, Ashe gets to her feet and starts running toward Ecos na Catedral. If she is fast enough, perhaps there will be people she can still safe. She must be as fast as possible; any second those wounded men could die.

With a set purpose in mind, the long journey to Ecos na Catedral did not seem to loom before her. Instead, she is excited by the prospect of finally doing something useful.

After quite some time running, Ashe was almost out of breath but she still cannot see Ecos na Catedral. She pulls out her journal again, checking the map. Perhaps she went the wrong way? The map in her journal indicates that she is standing very close to Ecos na Catedral but all she can see around her are rubbles. So this is what the brothel is like now she thought, imagining how it would be had she gone there.

Tripping over the rocks here and there, she tries to find wounded people she can help around the area...