She’s… Pretty sure there is no ride on the Gold Saucer to match whatever is firing through her system right now. That weird sensation of freezing over and then violently breaking through it, only to get deposited on a floor somewhere with all of her muscles twitching and struggling. Doesn’t help that it feels like there’s a fire shoved right into her heart and lingering on the skin; last time she felt a pain like that was when-
…Not dwelling on that. Not going back there just yet. Especially since Tifa can’t even figure out where here is supposed to be.
So instead she’s going to roll onto her back, hate how much effort that takes, and then try to give some insight on the situation.
“…That sucked.”
That’s the best she can manage, right off the bat. Though her eyes are growing wide as she realizes she’s not the only one here. And there’s someone she can recognize, even if the surroundings are strange.
“Wait… Vincent, right?” She grasps for the name. Maybe she hasn't know him all that well, or for very long… But he’s something familiar. That’s got to count for something, doesn't it?
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…Not dwelling on that. Not going back there just yet. Especially since Tifa can’t even figure out where here is supposed to be.
So instead she’s going to roll onto her back, hate how much effort that takes, and then try to give some insight on the situation.
“…That sucked.”
That’s the best she can manage, right off the bat. Though her eyes are growing wide as she realizes she’s not the only one here. And there’s someone she can recognize, even if the surroundings are strange.
“Wait… Vincent, right?” She grasps for the name. Maybe she hasn't know him all that well, or for very long… But he’s something familiar. That’s got to count for something, doesn't it?