[ Death is an unpleasant experience. Blindingly painful or even just unbearably cold, it can be a hell of an experience. But, there was peace to be found in it too, particularly if you're the sort of soul tormented nearly every waking moment of your life.
For Lucy, death was frightening, but a release from pain and the horrible train of tragedies that made up the entirety of her life. Waking up in the middle of the street, though? That's...well, that's something alright. Something she's not at all sure she likes. She scrambles to her feet to get her bearings, and only when she's upright does she realize she only has Kouta's jacket for a covering. But, all of her appears to be intact, so that's something to look forward to, at least!
At least, it is until the nausea hits in. She remembers vividly how she died, and the mere thought has her doubling over and trying to grab onto something to stay upright. Her vectors even fly out to help, but unfortunately, the hit a nearby building a touch too hard and puts a big hole in its side. The crumbling of wood and brick is enough to have her momentarily snap out of her sense of sickness, though she's still pale. ]
Not good... [ So much for keeping a low profile. Hopefully nobody saw that. ]
Lucy/Nyuu | Elfen Lied
For Lucy, death was frightening, but a release from pain and the horrible train of tragedies that made up the entirety of her life. Waking up in the middle of the street, though? That's...well, that's something alright. Something she's not at all sure she likes. She scrambles to her feet to get her bearings, and only when she's upright does she realize she only has Kouta's jacket for a covering. But, all of her appears to be intact, so that's something to look forward to, at least!
At least, it is until the nausea hits in. She remembers vividly how she died, and the mere thought has her doubling over and trying to grab onto something to stay upright. Her vectors even fly out to help, but unfortunately, the hit a nearby building a touch too hard and puts a big hole in its side. The crumbling of wood and brick is enough to have her momentarily snap out of her sense of sickness, though she's still pale. ]
Not good... [ So much for keeping a low profile. Hopefully nobody saw that. ]