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[dancingblade]

[the opening of the message sounds surprised, like she wasn't expecting it to work]

Ah yes--

[she hasn't really talked to a lot of people. To the few that she has spoken with, the soft voice of the sword spirit sounds different. It's missing the modulation shaky for one thing, and she seems a little disoriented. It might be easy to mistake Fi as someone new until she continues]

If there is anyone with some spare time, it would seem that I require some assistance? I am... Uncertain? To my current location, but my MID appears to be in working order. [she's not entirely sure how, considering it's not on her wrists. It doesn't matter, that she can still use it like she could when she was herself is a relief]

...

D-does anyone have any suggestions as to how to stand under one's own power?

[ooc: she floats everywhere, gravity is a novel concept to her. A companion post to her log comment]

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[wallride]

Oh, geez. Can you explain the surroundings to me? I'll try and find you. Do you know if you're on the ship at all?

[a beat, and then:] If you're sitting, stay down. I'll show you.

[lúcio may be a weird drell frog man right now but he'll still do his best >:U]

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[dancingblade]

I was returning to the vessel after observing the festival thrown by the Lamaria. The most direct route between there and the Moira is - [this is about where Lucio gets to hear the instructions being given to him by the fantasy equivalent of SIRI. Once or twice, she'll trip over her own words, like she hasn't considered how much air she needed]

... 10-... 20% chance of success at the action of 'standing'. Practice required.

[just sitting feels strange. Touching the ground feels strange]

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[wallride]

[he is off!! skating towards fi's direction, trying to ignore how his own change is throwing him off entirely.]

It's not hard when you know how to. Just hold on tight, alright? I'll be there soon. What's your name?

[dancingblade]

There is nothing to hold onto. [FI NO...]

Desgination: Fi. [the sound cuts of momentarily, as she tries to steady her breathing (oh, this was a strange feeling wasn't it? This need for air...)] My name should be listed on the MID as per standard, though perhaps it has been remiss of me to not have introduced myself sooner.

[wallride]

We can work all that out when we have you standing, yeah? I'm almost there.

[true enough, fi will probably hear the skates before she sees lúcio.]

[dancingblade]

[she recognizes the noise from hearing it around the ship at some point, though whether Lucio passed her while she was in spirit form or if he came across just a random sword laying on the ground was a question for another day]

Oh.

[a hand goes up to her mouth because she hadn't meant to respond with that startled noise. She'd meant to hail him down, but had uttered that instead. Did humans have involuntary reactions like this all the time? (It explains a lot).

There's a young girl dressed in blue with a shawl around her shoulders, sitting to one side. She probably pulled herself out of the middle of the road once she realised that moving was going to be. No point putting herself further in harm's way, right?]

[wallride]

[he skids over to fi, assuming she's the one person in the area sitting on the floor and looking extremely bewildered.]

Hey! Hey, you okay? You didn't fall or anything, did you?

[AUDIO]

[forgeabettertomorrow]

How to stand under your own power?

Are you hurt?

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[dancingblade]

Hurt...?

[it sounds like she never even considered it]

... I fell, onto the ground. [then;] The injuries are minor and negligible. There is a strong preference to return to the vessel first as remaining out in the colony in my current state is inadvisable.

[there's a waver in her voice, the sort that sounds like someone is beginning to panic but is doing what they can to remain calm. Truthfully, that she is beginning to panic is causing her to become more alarmed--!]

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[forgeabettertomorrow]

You fell??

Hold on, can you give me a better idea where you are? I'll come get you.

[Darin catches that waver and gets moving.]

Hey now, no need to worry. I'll come get you and bring you to the med bay. Why don't you tell me your name? I'm Darin Altway, master blacksmith! I promise I'll take good care of ya!

[dancingblade]

[Ah- something else to focus on. This was a question she could answer definitively and it at least takes the edge off of the alarm. She's not sure she likes this whole experience very much

She gives directions similar to the ones that she gave Lucio. To the attentive listener, they'll notice they're the exact same instructions but there's no address. Efficiency has dropped by 70% and that was frustrating too... But on a ship with actual robots and AIs, it's probably not the strangest thing to have happened]

Designation: Fi. Though I am uncertain as to how much aid you would be able to offer, even if I wasn't in this current state. [because she's normally a sword but not right now. This might have been a very bad attempt at a joke no one will ever be able to confirm...]

[forgeabettertomorrow]

Man, you're really exact with your directions...I like that...!

Fi, huh? Well, I may not be a doctor, but I can get you to one. Just trust in me! I'll keep you safe and sound!

In the meantime, tell me about where you're from!

[He follows the directions to the letter and attempts to keep her talking.]

[dancingblade]

[she's actually two or three streets off from her precise location, so they aren't 'exact' per se.... in 300 meters, turn right]

Damage remains superficial; it appears that only the surface layer has been affected by my fall. [a pause. It seems that asking her questions seems to be a good way of distracting her: she drops the previous topic and immediately shifts gears]

Where would you like me to begin?

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[brokeassgoing]

Assumin' you ain't high or talkin' about philosophic stuff, just uh...plant your feet flat on the ground?

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[dancingblade]

[Bless you, Badou]

[it takes a while before she responds. There's a quiet puff of air (a hiss of pain?) before;] Something else is required.

[she's not used to carrying her own weight, so to speak, and her first couple of attempts probably did look like a baby deer trying to stand and then failing. Well, there's a few more bruises for her efforts..]

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[brokeassgoing]

[something else?? what the hell is this chick on. he hums]

Is there anything you can hold onto? To hold you up....er, down? Like a lifeline.

[shes not quite fallen and she can't get up]

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[dancingblade]

A lifeline.

[the delivery is so flat that from someone else it might have sounded like they were brushing Badou off. But that's just how Fi is normally and the line goes dead immediately after.

Several minutes later, she sounds a little more frustrated and maybe a little upset] With support, standing is possible. Removal of support results in 87% chance of falling once more.

[she's having a harder time dealing with emotions than she is with the standing bit, she realises. Physical efforts will yield success through practice, she knows this. But everything else is intensely overwhelming. sword is more upset at being upset than the falling over part]

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[brokeassgoing]

[once she'd hung up Badou hadn't expected her to return. But when she does, he tries very hard not to laugh

she must really be needing her sea-- space? legs or something, but he can't help it.]

Try pullin' yourself along now, and seein' if you can find someone around you. Where are you?

[does he want to see this, this travesty of gravity]

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[dancingblade]

[don't laugh as someone who has to learn to walk for the first time in her long life, Badou! That's just mean!!]

... It appears to be a common question. Should I have included my general co-ordinates in my original message? [oh. Was this... Could this be frustration in it's full glory? She thinks she might have experienced something like this while watching her Master fall asleep in beds that were not his one when he ought to have been doing other things, but never at this level]

P-pulling...? [she sounds baffled but after a moment, she decides to repeat the directions to her general location (give or take a couple of blocks?). Again, she sounds more like a GPS or Siri than a person when she gives instructions... Though Badou gets the slightly more frustrated sounding version for all his troubles.

She's beauty, she's grace, she'll kick you in the face when she gets back to normal at this rate]

I'm still in the process of moving but I wanted to tag.

[warandpeace]

Fi? [The MID seems to confirm, and the voice is enough like hers to seem appropriate. But he still finds himself asking anyway.]

I can come find you if you need me to.

[dancingblade]

There is another crew member on the way. I would not wish to trouble you, Kazuhira Miller.

[there is a frustrated undertone in her voice, but she's keeping things together well. Or maybe she just doesn't know how to express herself anyway? She's spent her whole existence till now without experiencing human emotions]

[warandpeace]

You wouldn't be. I should look out for you, too. For Link's sake, and for yours. [Because he does like her, quite a bit, even without Link's stake in it. Admittedly some of it is a boyish admiration for a fairy tale type sword, that idea of people destined for greater things that much younger him wanted for himself.]

You sound very uncomfortable. [She also sounds as though she's trying not to sound uncomfortable.]

[dancingblade]

...

I have received the blessings of the Goddesses, the Flames used to temper the sword and grant it power. Upon receiving power from each Goddess, the sword's form would change and it would bring us closer to fulfilling the destiny that Her Grace had task her Hero with. Though the sword's form changed, I did not.

[her voice catches, the way a young child's would if they were fighting back tears] Is this discomfort? The fast paced rhythm in my chest, the heat in my face... I do not understand it.

[despite the unmistakable waver in her voice, her speech remains as analytical as it always has been]

[warandpeace]

Yeah. That's a type of discomfort. Maybe you're scared.

[She's definitely no holy relic right now, and he feels for her. Sometimes he suspects being in living skin leaves someone entirely too fragile. This seems to verify the theory.]

Let me know when someone's with you. I don't want you to have to be alone like that.

[dancingblade]

[there's a quiet puff of air as she tries to get this beating to settle down... Her heart, it occurs to her. That is her heart-]

'Scared'? Is this fear?

... Understood. I will keep you updated on my current status. Future plans involve returning to the vessel. [unspoken: she's going to stay there until this gets sorted out. Or at least until she's... A little more comfortable with this body]