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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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[dancingblade]

[excuse you.
She dowses. Like a Radar. Because she is Grade A quality weapon]

[she'll get better at it! Or at least she'll get a little more confident as they keep walking...

It looks like it might still take a little longer than your average trip if only because while she gets a little more self-assured as time passes, she's also getting more worn out. The shakiness in her legs doesn't dissipate and Badou will probably notice her getting out of breath.

Can a sword be prideful? Was it even pride that prevented her from asking for help?]

[brokeassgoing]

[he absolutely notices it, her slowing steps, her breath a little more shallow. honestly, he's done with this....whatever it is. he feels weird, still.

so with that:]

Alright, time to go.

[he scoops her up and throws her over his shoulder]

[dancingblade]

[there's a squeak when she's unceremoniously picked. Weirdly, she doesn't struggle once he's thrown her over his shoulder like a sack of potatoes.

Well... This was more to her natural state of being than walking was]

... [there is heat rising to her face though. Judging from his tone though, perhaps it would be best to not mention that to him?]

This would be the time where it is customary to offer words of gratitude?

[brokeassgoing]

[he doesn't pause and she can't see the look he's giving her but trust him, he's giving her a look. Of consideration, of amusement, whatever.]

Sure. 'Thanks for handling me like produce--' I'll take that one. 'Sides, this is probably safer if you're out here and can't even walk with weird rituals going down.

[dancingblade]

It seems that these ceremonies are well received among the members of the colony. Still, your assistance is greatly appreciated.

[she's not struggling at all. At least he won't have to deal with an unhappy passenger, though the strange looks will be present. After all, what is this guy doing with a girl thrown over his shoulder like this? Very suspicious]

[brokeassgoing]

I heard they invited some of us who're stuck on this shithole to partake in the blessing.

[so many strange damn looks
is she drugged because surely a lady would not respond to being carried much unlike a lady]

[dancingblade]

[she saw Ghirahim carry Zelda like a sack of potatoes and didn't really know what to make of it. She's normally just strapped to someone's back after all. Though Fi does take this opportunity to watch other people too]

... I take it that you did not care to receive the blessing?

May I ask why?

[she might have scared someone by responding to Badou. Certainly, that one lady walking away from them quickly looks like she might not know what to think of this weird sight. Was everyone aboard the Moira weirdos??]

[brokeassgoing]

Hell no. Probably woulda turned my lungs to fresh air or something.

[that's not the only reason, but it makes the most sense. Religious or no, Badou isn't interested in taking part in cultural scenes. He's here to work.

And that would've been too distracting....not to mention, instadeath??

also yes, random lady. The Moira is full of weirdos.]

[dancingblade]

... Is there something wrong with fresh air? Is breathing not a necessity?

[it's such an innocent question, asked in a way that's more suitable to a young child than... Whatever Fi is. She spent most of her life in a totally unpolluted sky.

Strange looks aside, Badou moving without Fi unintentionally slowing him down was certainly helping them close the distance between their starting point and the ship!]

[brokeassgoing]

Well yeah but...it ain't fun if your lungs ain't full of tar.

[whatever she is
robot sword weirdo.

thank god because even though the stares aren't getting to him...he does want this to End]