[ Fiora is also out and about -- there are no deserts like this at all on the Bionis, so it's all quite new to her, and she's fascinated by the landscape, bleak and unforgiving as it may seem. She's also doing her best to avoid the bubbles; they remind her of the ether monsters from back home, and, as far as she can tell, have similarly unpleasant effects on people. ]
but Fiora does not run into the bubble - the bubble runs into her. Or both of them, really, drifting down from above with nary a sound before bursting, sending both of them straight into a memory of acrid smoke and thumping footsteps. ]
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Won! I'm doing okay, actually. I'm glad Emet-Selch made it, somehow.
[ she offers a smile, as always, but she looks tired and maybe a bit pale. ]
And you? Enjoying our new destination vacation?
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Ah... yes! I'm looking around to see if I can find Gulfan - he's taken off and really let his wings spread in the new space...
But are you alright? You don't look well.
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I'm okay. Thanks for worrying about me, though. [ a curious tilt of her head. ] Gulfan...? Maybe I can help you look?
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[she's a robot but listen he has to try]
But ah - if you don't mind! He shouldn't be too far from here.
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[ sounding gently amused... but she'll go with him, anyway, waving off his concern. ]
I wanted to talk to you, anyway. Um, what is Gulfan, exactly?
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[as they walk further along - they might be able to make out a shape in the sky?]
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[ understandably, Fiora is bewildered - enough to stare at him and tragically not notice the ominous shape above them. ]
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My answer has always been my friend Gulfan.
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[ i'm sorry fiora it's my fault ]
Well, he should be easy enough to spot, then! They get pretty big, at least where I'm from.
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[buT THIS IS A THREAD FOR MEMSHARE
SO QUICK FIORA RUN INTO A BUBBLE]
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but Fiora does not run into the bubble - the bubble runs into her. Or both of them, really, drifting down from above with nary a sound before bursting, sending both of them straight into a memory of acrid smoke and thumping footsteps. ]