Act 5

[untrueheart]

[Under a darkening sky, Rue makes her way 'home', released from yet another kidnapping that she cannot remember. Somewhere along the way she located a broken branch, a few inches taller than she, to lean on while she walks; it helps offset a small limp and some troubling dizziness. Entering the village proper on its western side, she sighs at the length of walk that remains. Why does this happen every time? Why is she always as far away as possible?

Rue stops twice to rest: once in the rec center, and once on a bench near the fountain. By the time she reaches the plaza she's also shaking, and it is the mural around the fountain tiles that really shocks her into noticing her other problem.

Tired, shaking hands open her journal and she clears her throat into as prim and proper a tone as she can before speaking.]

Is there an- experiment going on at present?

['Experiment' absolutely drips with venom and distaste; with luck, it will be enough to hide all of her growing apprehension.]

[[ooc: action stuff and voicey stuff yes let's go WOW I haven't made a post in a very long time.]]

Comments

[Voice]

[untrueheart]

It doesn't matter. [Rue tries a steadying breath this time, with minimal results.] I'm back here now and there's nothing I can do.

[Voice]

[ledbythewind]

It matters if you're in need of medical attention.

[His voice grows ever-so-slightly more sharp, concerned.]

[Voice]

[untrueheart]

I don't believe I am.

[Rue is sore, but no worse than she is after a day of intense practice or rehearsal.]

...Your concern is quite touching.

[And for once, she means it.]

[Voice]

[ledbythewind]

Where are you right now?

[He may be blind, but he can rely on Isabelle to get him around if need be as a sort of seeing-eye dragon. If she needs help, he'll find a way to get there.]

[Voice]

[untrueheart]

Sitting at the fountain's edge.

[There is little point in lying to Richard. Besides...she doesn't want to.]

[Voice]

[ledbythewind]

I'll be there shortly. Do you need me to bring anything with me?

[Voice]

[untrueheart]

No. [She's tired and feeling roughed-up but wearing regular clothes. It isn't that cold, even by the water.] Thank you.