Slow me down

[quintessent]

Who: Allura (quintessent) & Various
What: Nov/Dec Catchall + Quests!
When: November/December. After Dranbu
Where: Various
Warning(s): N/A



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[She feels bad about the worry that she can hear so plainly in his voice, but there’s also an incredible sense of relief when she hears his voice, knowing that he would be there as soon as possible. Because as strong and she considered herself, she really didn’t want to be alone right now.

There’s the sound of her taking a breath, trying to get her thoughts back on track. Maybe Lance thinks his questions are too much but it helps ground her to the moment. Simple answers for simple questions were easier than dealing with the emotional baggage of what just happened.]

I was wounded in a fight. They aren’t serious, but in need of first aid. I am by myself, and I do not believe I was followed.

[She gives him the directions to her old apartment in Olympia. All with a very carefully measured voice. Tense, but controlled, as if reading off a status report. Urgently,]

Please be careful. The man who I engaged with was posing as an Olympian soldier. To what end, I do not know, but he was willing to take a life.

[The last word is fragile around the edges and she closes her eyes against the vision of the young boy whose life was cut short.]

[particlebarrier]

[The measured tone is helpful in providing some degree of focus, but it's also the catalyst for further concern. There's a lot to take in and process here, and not all of it's making sense.[

Bring a first aid kit, got it. Uh... where'd we put it -- oh.

[There's a slight echo in the background as Lance rummages through their medical supplies in the bathroom.]

Wait. Someone dressed up as an Olympian soldier and just randomly attacked you??

[Maybe that's a question that can wait to be answered in person, but the thought that this might've been an attempt on Allura's life specifically isn't something he can just let sit without clarification either.]

[quintessent]

[Talking to Lance is helping. It always did. Helping ground her from getting too caught up in her own thoughts and memories. She listens to him rummage in the background, making a mental image of where he was in their house. Maybe she should have called him with the video — but there's a lot of blood on her end, and she doesn't want him to freak out.

She shakes her head, even if he can't see it,]

I wasn't a target. He... he attacked a civilian. [There's the sound of her working around her words,] I tried to stop him, but I couldn't-

[She swallows,]

He killed someone, Lance. And I couldn't do anything to stop it.