REPORT 007 :: WIA // ACTION | VOICE

[daisy023]

[She had been here before. The feeling of a body too heavy to move, and the difficult breathing of a perforated lung. The nightmares had become all too familiar to her, but the days earlier disturbed her whole being. The images of Halsey's teams of scientists returned to her.

They had taken her. They experimented on her. They used her.

The Chief Petty Officer lays helpless on the ground, with injuries that would've usually been too minor for a Spartan, as her head wearily looks for option. She spots the journal, and with whatever remained of her strength, she holds on to it, and whispers.]

This is Sierra TwentyThree. I need assistance.

[She prompty drops it, knowing it would somehow follow her. It always did. Both when she wanted, and when not. This place had softened her. It wasn't supposed to happen. None of this was. This was the cost of her complacency.]


((OOC:Daisy's injuries are minor (even by her standards), but she suffers as if she had a perforated lung.))

Comments

[mikangirl.livejournal.com]

Do you remember being drugged at all? [But she's listening to that breathing. It strikes an all-too-recent chord.]

...having trouble breathing? Can you taste any blood?

[daisy023]

Negative. No copper taste. [She gathers as much breath as she can.] Harder to breathe. I remember the syringes. [Doses that would've stopped a rhino and a Spartan in its' tracks.]

Nami. I couldn't fight. What were those things made of?

[mikangirl.livejournal.com]

[There's a soft intake of breath at that question, and then she lets it out, voice soft.] I'm sorry, Daisy. Those things can take out anyone in the village, no matter how powerful they are. They probably have an inbuilt power dampener.

Maybe you've got fluid in your lungs. You've got doctors coming out to you? [It looks like it from these other people you're getting.]

[daisy023]

Like the shifters. [The Spartan mutters to herself. She needed to revise her intel.]

I doubt that, ma'am. It's a piercing pain. [Daisy does not want to mention she is familiar with those injuries.] Some people have mobilized. Rydia, Faye, Ami...

[She pauses. Might as well see if not enough blood is going to her brain.]

And a stretching person. [Deadpan.]

[mikangirl.livejournal.com]

[Rydia works at the centre and Faye...Faye-Ling? Litchi? A quick scan of your other conversations confirms that. She's not familiar with Ami, but two doctors is more than enough.

Thus the laugh she gives is faintly relieved.]

That's just Luffy. He does that. He's the captain of my crew.

[daisy023]

[You can't tell whenever if she's comforted by the fact she's still stable, or if she's pissed this place finds new ways to mock her understanding of reality.]

So he's real. [Deadpan again, hint of irritation.]

...And you know him? [With all his cluelessness.]

[mikangirl.livejournal.com]

He's real. And yes. Don't worry, he's smarter than he looks.

[...sort of.]

[daisy023]

[After getting lost in the woods for a moment until Daisy corrected him, she's hoping the pirate is right.]

I'll take your word, Miss Nami. [Not entirely convinced.]