[wanda huffs, annoyance like a tight-wound coil between her shoulder blades. so, with no other options left, she follows after reno and towards the stairs. maybe she should let him take the lead, use his fancy key cards and access to get them through rather than further aggravating the situation they’re in.
she can’t help but think that all this is unnecessary, but other than ‘reno from the turks’, wanda has no idea how he relates to sephiroth at all. so much so is her misunderstanding of everything this situation is, that once they reach the first landing, she reaches to touch his arm, wills the horizon to dispell whatever has been created using its magic, but finds—
that he isn’t a figment of the soldier’s imagination.]
You’re real.
[yeah, she’s finally come to this conclusion. and that’s all she says to explain why she suddenly reached out to touch him, hurrying instead further up the flight of stairs, hearing the clunk, clunk of metallic bots at the very bottom. at least they can’t fly, right?
speak too soon, and ye shall find out.
not flying, per se, but the metallic clunking gets replaced by something a tad more natural-sounding, speedy, too, and then there’s a muscular creature jumping in the space between wanda and reno—a guard dog, snarling, its head-tentacle whipping about as if trying to figure out who to lunge at first. wanda finds herself on the bottom end of this alignment, not sparing reno a glance as she raises her hands, orbs of scarlet magic growing there.]
no subject
she can’t help but think that all this is unnecessary, but other than ‘reno from the turks’, wanda has no idea how he relates to sephiroth at all. so much so is her misunderstanding of everything this situation is, that once they reach the first landing, she reaches to touch his arm, wills the horizon to dispell whatever has been created using its magic, but finds—
that he isn’t a figment of the soldier’s imagination.]
You’re real.
[yeah, she’s finally come to this conclusion. and that’s all she says to explain why she suddenly reached out to touch him, hurrying instead further up the flight of stairs, hearing the clunk, clunk of metallic bots at the very bottom. at least they can’t fly, right?
speak too soon, and ye shall find out.
not flying, per se, but the metallic clunking gets replaced by something a tad more natural-sounding, speedy, too, and then there’s a muscular creature jumping in the space between wanda and reno—a guard dog, snarling, its head-tentacle whipping about as if trying to figure out who to lunge at first. wanda finds herself on the bottom end of this alignment, not sparing reno a glance as she raises her hands, orbs of scarlet magic growing there.]
Your pet?
[is this really worth her trouble…]