[ While Korone's normally all about pitching in and helping out, she'd really — truly, genuinely, deeply — prefer to do her part from as far away from virtual reality as possible, please and thank you. She'd been all set to do just that! She'd had plans! Some of them even, gasp, drumroll: involved resting! … … but apparently Ellipsa and its metaverse had other ideas in mind, because here she is and here she's been, in the fucking glitchy as fuck metaverse, trying not to lose her goddamn mind.
Birdtile house has a cosy, enclosed, open-air courtyard towards the middle of the home, with trees and bushes and its very own private hot spring. Korone isn't entirely sure when she'd brought herself there — it can get hard to keep track of time and space when you're trying desperately to keep your mind in one place, and human, and she's … pretty sure, actually, that some of the gaps in her memory are due to Koronai? … which is its own kind of headfuck, so, yeah. That's great.
The courtyard is a nice place to be, at least. It's safe, familiar territory, comfortable and pretty, with the sounds and scents of both home and nature to soothe her. She's trying to let it soothe her, centering herself by stacking pebbles, when she feels it.
A ping —
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No warning, no way to brace, just the sudden intrusion of a familiar presence and all she can seehearthinkfeelbe is blue. She doesn't feel herself hit the ground, tucking herself into a tight, shaking ball, huddled up in her wings with her hands clamped vice-tight around the back of her neck. She doesn't hear the half sobbed, half screamed cry of please stop that tears itself from her throat, the heart-wrenching no no no, as she loses her grip on herself and on reality. ]
THE CITY ...
Birdtile house has a cosy, enclosed, open-air courtyard towards the middle of the home, with trees and bushes and its very own private hot spring. Korone isn't entirely sure when she'd brought herself there — it can get hard to keep track of time and space when you're trying desperately to keep your mind in one place, and human, and she's … pretty sure, actually, that some of the gaps in her memory are due to Koronai? … which is its own kind of headfuck, so, yeah. That's great.
The courtyard is a nice place to be, at least. It's safe, familiar territory, comfortable and pretty, with the sounds and scents of both home and nature to soothe her. She's trying to let it soothe her, centering herself by stacking pebbles, when she feels it.
A ping —
No warning, no way to brace, just the sudden intrusion of a familiar presence and all she can seehearthinkfeelbe is blue. She doesn't feel herself hit the ground, tucking herself into a tight, shaking ball, huddled up in her wings with her hands clamped vice-tight around the back of her neck. She doesn't hear the half sobbed, half screamed cry of please stop that tears itself from her throat, the heart-wrenching no no no, as she loses her grip on herself and on reality. ]