Intro: Open thread Who: Sonya Blade, You (open to multiple threads) What: Soldier getting her bearings Where: Anywhere around mainstreet, near the apartments When: Right after her arrival
Sonya kept telling herself this even after the lady welcomed her and gave her a welcome kit to help get settled/
This was supposed to be in Maine? How could it still be this bright..this lively..this safe..when every place on Earth was absorbed into Outworld and the people she was supposed to protect having their souls stolen en masse?
Maybe this was a dream? Maybe during the attack she'd been hit so bad that it rendered her into a coma and this was some strange halucination? That wasn't too far off, given the creatures they were fighting against: Sonya only managed to beat that last centaur because she snuck a nail between her fingers and faked being unconscious. When the creature tried to finish her off, she was close enough to stab its eye and use the distraction to beat its skull in the rest of the way. Maybe another creature got her with her back turned-it wasn't like any of them believed in fair fighting. The centaur's green blood still stained the black leather gloves she wore.
This was all too real to be a dream or the Afterlife. Sonya's body was still sore and aching from ten days of combat, the pain in her ribcage definitely not something she was imagining.
She also felt painfully out of place, wearing black BDUs and her mussed up blonde hair covered with a black bandana. She'd worn the uniform out before in town, but not right after a battle, not when it was messy and torn with blood and dirt and everyone else looked like it was life as usual. She was pretty sure the rifle on her shoulder was getting some odd looks too, but she couldn't bear to let go of it just yet. Nor could she really stand to go inside her 'apartment' just yet, not even for the chance at a hot shower and fresh change of clothes, as doing so would settle that she really was in this place-that she really was in some weird, 'safe' dimension when her friends still needed her.
She passed by the Tower doors, her mind still reeling. The practical side knew she should clean up and explore, but the paranoid, cautious side of her wasn't entirely ready. Besides the point, she could smell food from a diner close by and suddenly it was also a matter of which she wanted first-a shower and change of clothes, or possibly the first hot food (that wasn't MREs) she's had in ten days.