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helena adams. ([personal profile] decrypter) wrote in [community profile] yogen 2021-08-21 05:10 am (UTC)

[it's startling enough to make her gasp, stumbling backward as she feels blood hit her, too hot compared to the ice's chill, a scent she knows in a moment. there is no reason for it, but Helena cannot think as to what may have done it. this place is not safe - not when bodies seek to occur for no reason.]

We...we have to keep moving! We can't stay here!

[reassured as she is that they're alive, this needs to be said. tired as they are, cold as they are, in pain as they might be, scared as they may be. to stay still here would be death. even now, the chill wants to seep in further, and ask that they go numb, exhaust them further. her voice has a higher edge, louder, proof enough of her agitation. without them, she would already have been looking for a path.

before Komaeda can cause more havoc, though, Helena recalls something that just may help them. it hadn't worked before, but in this place that can only be described as supernatural, where lights of the dead and endless falls could occur, perhaps...it may work again. perhaps there will be a hint, or at the least the security that enemies might be far.]


This may be a little loud.

[that's all the warning the boys get before Helena summons her strength and strikes the ground, sending a wave of sound around them that reflects back to her. suddenly, she understands the nature of where they are with a greater acuity, the icy wonderland they've stumbled into, the corpse nearby. the resonance comes to her, and she's never been more grateful for it.

now, to try and gauge if there's anything in her perception that stands out.]

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