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You awaken to godawful static overlaying a female voice that's too monotone to be anything but a recording. The static makes it difficult to understand the warning, but it's clearly a warning if your surroundings tell you anything...
You're buckled into a sturdy seat bolted to the wall behind you. Around you, there are dozens of others like you, some awake and others still unconscious, but it seems most of the seats lining the walls are occupied. The lights are dim, likely auxiliary lighting, leaving you mostly in the dark. You smell smoke and hear the sizzling crackle of electrical systems popping and shorting out. Some of the seats were jarred off the wall, leaving the occupants either wounded or dead. Count yourself lucky all you have is a headache and various aches accounted to whiplash.
You appear to be in a drop ship or an escape vessel of some form but the pilot is dead and the hull bears a massive gash where it buckled under the impact and sheered off. Through the door-sized opening, you can see vegetation. The air that wafts in is heavy with a humid heat, but it's obviously breathable.
Once you make your way outside, you'll see greenery: Trees, grass, and shrubs tangled with vines that grow wildly and suffocate the trees they climb. In the distance, behind the ship, you can make out a sandy desert that seems to stretch on endlessly. Forward through the trees, however, you may see a crumbling wall, but more importantly, you'll see signs of civilisation. Buildings and other structures seem contained within those decrepit walls. Maybe the natives can fill you in on what's going on, because the last thing you remember isn't being in an escape shuttle. As a matter of fact, you don't remember much about your arrival or where you are. But it's going to be a bit of a hike, better get moving. Though you might want to grab the backpack of supplies under your seat before you go.
With that, the power dies, leaving the drop ship in the dark, crackling and groaning as the hull cools from its catastrophic re-entry.
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What she did see, more importantly- what she smelt formed a pit in her stomach. Blood. A lot of it, and death clung to the air. She glanced around to find herself pinned within a chair that had broken loose and fallen in the crash. It took a bit of maneuvering from her position, but she managed to slowly begin to pull herself up. That was when she saw a woman approach among the wreckage. Yuuki had to clear her throat amid the smoke and debris before she found her voice.
"Are you all right?" Her words were laced with concern. In all of the chaos, she could hardly discern who's blood was who's when there was just so much of it.
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“Oh-!”
Heart briefly jolting, Alice quickly went over and set her bible down, before grasping a hold of the young woman’s arm. Once they were both standing, she quickly looked over the brunette, checking for any external signs of injury. She wouldn’t hesitate to offer healing, if the young lady needed it.
“Yes, I’m fine,” she reassured in a gentle tone, and then paused to retrieve her bible. “But what of yourself? There is so much blood in this wreckage… Are you alone?”
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At the very least she didn't recognize the scent of anyone dear to her among the spilled blood. If anyone important to her was in the vicinity and unharmed, well- it could be that her senses were so overwhelmed by what was in front of her that she couldn't tell. For the moment, she was grateful for the help up, and glanced around her in dismay. This was a gruesome scene- not the kind of one she was really prepared for.
"The scents in here are really affecting me, though." It was dark, so she probably couldn't tell well, but the scent of blood in the air truly dyed her eyes a deep crimson. Right now really wasn't the time to let the scent get to her so much, so she swallowed her instincts and continued on. "Has anyone else made it off this-" plane...? "Whatever it is we're on."