[ Wading through the cacophony of sound and sensation that is sharing an empathic bond with the majority of the room during a stressful time - it's starting to feel a bit more familiar than she'd like. Amos's anguish, Gen's fierce protectiveness, and Kaeya's... well, come to think of it, she can't really sense anything from him, much less see any visual sign of him being in the moment. It's just odd, unsettlingly so.
Even in the face of Gen's valiant efforts to fall on the sword for her, she still tries to reach out to him, still tries to yank him free from the roots' hold around his chest, teeth clenched hard as the pressure rebirths the pain in her raw nailbeds. It just isn't fair that this keeps happening, that she keeps having to see the people she cares about in distress, or worse, hurt because they tried to help her. But with the twisting, ever-reaching nature of the vines, which only try to ensnare her too the longer she lingers - she's forced to let go, to fall backwards out of the branches' reach, and scramble, panicked, further towards the center of the room. As far away from the walls as she can manage, while keeping her distance from Kaeya.
The knife. She should really try to go pick it up - it'd clearly fallen from Amos's grip while he'd been dragged to the wall. But that... would only escalate things, right? Her first instinct isn't to keep fighting, it's to try to do damage control. She just saw what happens to people going on the offensive in a room like this. So she stays where she is, kneeling, and not making any kind of an advance. ]
O...Okay, I know you're mad, but I'm not going to hurt you, alright? Let's just talk for a little bit. I'll stay right here, I won't try to get away...
[ Misa does what she can to keep her voice steady, sweet, and unassuming. Scared, yes, but genuine seeming— like she's pleading with the dryad, wherever it is, to listen. She's been here before, really. Negotiating with an unseen aggressor for even a sliver of mercy. It's fine, she doesn't care. It's the only way she can think of to try to protect Amos, who's in very blatant agony, and Gen, who'd afforded her this chance in the first place - to protect them in a way that she can actually realistically do. Everything feels so frantic between the violent struggles to get out, and the erratic beating of all their hearts, that to try to stay calm is nearly impossible. But she doesn't need to really feel calm - she only needs to act like it. ]
Right, Kaeya? [ Is he listening? Or worse... can he not listen? The idea crosses her mind, too many images from similarly themed horror movies coming to the surface. It's not like he needs to be exorcised or something, right? Haha? In a smaller, more hushed voice: ] You're freaking me out...
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Even in the face of Gen's valiant efforts to fall on the sword for her, she still tries to reach out to him, still tries to yank him free from the roots' hold around his chest, teeth clenched hard as the pressure rebirths the pain in her raw nailbeds. It just isn't fair that this keeps happening, that she keeps having to see the people she cares about in distress, or worse, hurt because they tried to help her. But with the twisting, ever-reaching nature of the vines, which only try to ensnare her too the longer she lingers - she's forced to let go, to fall backwards out of the branches' reach, and scramble, panicked, further towards the center of the room. As far away from the walls as she can manage, while keeping her distance from Kaeya.
The knife. She should really try to go pick it up - it'd clearly fallen from Amos's grip while he'd been dragged to the wall. But that... would only escalate things, right? Her first instinct isn't to keep fighting, it's to try to do damage control. She just saw what happens to people going on the offensive in a room like this. So she stays where she is, kneeling, and not making any kind of an advance. ]
O...Okay, I know you're mad, but I'm not going to hurt you, alright? Let's just talk for a little bit. I'll stay right here, I won't try to get away...
[ Misa does what she can to keep her voice steady, sweet, and unassuming. Scared, yes, but genuine seeming— like she's pleading with the dryad, wherever it is, to listen. She's been here before, really. Negotiating with an unseen aggressor for even a sliver of mercy. It's fine, she doesn't care. It's the only way she can think of to try to protect Amos, who's in very blatant agony, and Gen, who'd afforded her this chance in the first place - to protect them in a way that she can actually realistically do. Everything feels so frantic between the violent struggles to get out, and the erratic beating of all their hearts, that to try to stay calm is nearly impossible. But she doesn't need to really feel calm - she only needs to act like it. ]
Right, Kaeya? [ Is he listening? Or worse... can he not listen? The idea crosses her mind, too many images from similarly themed horror movies coming to the surface. It's not like he needs to be exorcised or something, right? Haha? In a smaller, more hushed voice: ] You're freaking me out...