[Scorpia had been out in the mist just on a quick sweep to check for supplies and anyone in need in aid. Or at least, she expected it to be over with quickly.
She didn't expect to find this. She didn't expect her new world to crumble.
Scorpia saw something by a ruined wall and came closer to get a better look. And then she just stared for a moment, processing that what she was looking at was an actual person, covered in blood and lying there. Not moving. She has a bad feeling immediately, feeling the breath evacuate her lungs anxiously. But she still tries. She kneels down besides the body, rocking and prodding and checking it. A gentle pinch of the wrist shows no pulse; and pressing an ear towards the chest shows no heartbeat.
And being so close to this person, she knows she's seen his face before. They haven't truly met, but she's seen that face before. On drawings that litter the fridge. Scorpia remembers seeing them and realizing that she has a fierce rival in the world of art...! And now the artist himself is lying there, not moving, and suddenly the world feels so much colder and darker. There's a sinking in her stomach, an emptiness within her at this realization. It's Lev. He's gone, and there's nothing she can do.
No, there is something she can do. Or something she has to do. She has to know. She has to tell her! Scorpia scrambles for her Fluid clumsily, and she frantically dials up Abby. Tears stream down her eyes as she looks down into the video feed.]
Abby! Abby, you have to get over here. [No trace of mirth remains in her expression. Just desperation and sorrow.] I- I'm so sorry!
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She didn't expect to find this. She didn't expect her new world to crumble.
Scorpia saw something by a ruined wall and came closer to get a better look. And then she just stared for a moment, processing that what she was looking at was an actual person, covered in blood and lying there. Not moving. She has a bad feeling immediately, feeling the breath evacuate her lungs anxiously. But she still tries. She kneels down besides the body, rocking and prodding and checking it. A gentle pinch of the wrist shows no pulse; and pressing an ear towards the chest shows no heartbeat.
And being so close to this person, she knows she's seen his face before. They haven't truly met, but she's seen that face before. On drawings that litter the fridge. Scorpia remembers seeing them and realizing that she has a fierce rival in the world of art...! And now the artist himself is lying there, not moving, and suddenly the world feels so much colder and darker. There's a sinking in her stomach, an emptiness within her at this realization. It's Lev. He's gone, and there's nothing she can do.
No, there is something she can do. Or something she has to do. She has to know. She has to tell her! Scorpia scrambles for her Fluid clumsily, and she frantically dials up Abby. Tears stream down her eyes as she looks down into the video feed.]
Abby! Abby, you have to get over here. [No trace of mirth remains in her expression. Just desperation and sorrow.] I- I'm so sorry!