Sixth Iteration

( Fountain, for Jax )

It all changes in an instant - all the pain, all the agony, all the determination to get through the pink hell and confront the being that sentenced them and everyone around them to a horrible death, all of it is gone. Her family around her, their final goal in mind, spear in hand, the sense that this war would at least be finished even if everything wasn't happily resolved-

And then nothing but water, surrounding her, choking off her breath and causing her to react on instinct, kicking her body into a sharp line and surging up before she can swallow any of it. With no idea how such a change had come about, the only thing she could do was get out of this situation, despite the fabric clinging to her (where are her clothes?!) and the weight on her feet and back-

It's a small, flooded pit she's somehow in, and Fang surges out of the water gasping for air and soaked through, not immediately noticing any of the surroundings other than not covered in enemies and grabbing for the stone rim of the fountain, forcing herself to come into focus again because she knows all too well that dropping that wariness will spell death for her and everyone around her.


( Behind House 41 then Wandering, Open )

After leaving behind that idiot, Fang runs west and ducks behind what appears to be an unused house to stop and take stock of the situation. Everything is completely turned around from what she was mentally prepared for, and she needs to stop and collect herself before she does anything she'll regret. Again. First thing is to rid herself of the sopping wet clothing - not the most ridiculous thing she's ever seen, but a pain to deal with right now when there's other things she has to be focusing on, so off it goes. The red scrubs hit the back stoop of the house with wet smacks, leaving Fang standing there just in her underwear and the boots, which are heavy and cumbersome but are all she has. Not caring about her lack of undress, she crouches next to the stoop to rip open the bag (she does find the zipper) and finds it full of things that could possibly be useful, but most of it not immediately what she needs. The long johns get used as a towel and stuffed back in, followed by the scrubs - what she'll do with them, she has no idea, but maybe they'll be worth carrying around - but poke around as she might, she can't find any weapons, not even a dinky little dagger.

So, next step: weapon. If the best she can do is a tree branch, then that's what she's getting, and it's easy enough to wrench a low-lying one off a nearby tree and quickly snap off the little branchlets growing along it. It's not her spear, but it'll do in a pinch.

Before she sets out, she does actually pull off the boots and wet socks, stuffing the socks into the bag with the rest of the mess someone decided to drop on her and carrying the boots by the laces. With how heavy they are, they'll probably make a decent projectile weapon if she needs to use them as such, and her feet are tough enough to handle going barefoot on relatively even ground like this. Once she's finally ready, Fang hikes the back up on her left shoulder, makes sure of the grip of her branch with her right, and begins to circle the buildings she can see in counter-clockwise movement so she can try and figure out exactly what the hell is going on.