[To say that Jade's arrival was ill-timed would be putting it lightly. As if she wasn't already struggling to get her bearings in this new world, the tensions of rising conflict didn't elude her notice, either. But she'd kept her head down, planned not to commit to either side until she had an inkling as to what the fuck was going on.
[And then this shit happens.
[Rather than diving right into the fray without any idea on who was friend or foe, Jade just hid. Could anyone really blame her, though? Whatever the heck was going on between these people, it had nothing to do with her. The best she could do for now was lay low and, should she actually survive this mess, try to make some sense of the pieces left.
[Needless to say, it's some time before she even thinks to come out, her mind drifting until all sense of existence loses its meaning. With limited options on where to run, she'd simply found someplace left relatively intact and ducked for cover long enough for the fighting to stop. But even afterwards, she doesn't move much. Hours pass before she realizes how long she's just been staring up at the underside of a dilapidated desk in what was probably someone's place of residence -- or what was left of it? Even more time passes when she hears what sounds like a cleanup and rescue effort taking place outside.
[Still, Jade doesn't move. If she had fight-or-flight instincts, she's more like a frozen deer at this point. It is. A sight, to be certain, when she is inevitably discovered by one of the aforementioned cleanup efforts. The way she's laying there, one might have mistaken her to be a casualty of whatever war this is, if she weren't breathing slowly. But it's enough to have given one of the locals a shock when they stumble into the broken room (a resident, looter, or helper? she can't be sure), before they run out screaming.
GUARDIAN.
[And then this shit happens.
[Rather than diving right into the fray without any idea on who was friend or foe, Jade just hid. Could anyone really blame her, though? Whatever the heck was going on between these people, it had nothing to do with her. The best she could do for now was lay low and, should she actually survive this mess, try to make some sense of the pieces left.
[Needless to say, it's some time before she even thinks to come out, her mind drifting until all sense of existence loses its meaning. With limited options on where to run, she'd simply found someplace left relatively intact and ducked for cover long enough for the fighting to stop. But even afterwards, she doesn't move much. Hours pass before she realizes how long she's just been staring up at the underside of a dilapidated desk in what was probably someone's place of residence -- or what was left of it? Even more time passes when she hears what sounds like a cleanup and rescue effort taking place outside.
[Still, Jade doesn't move. If she had fight-or-flight instincts, she's more like a frozen deer at this point. It is. A sight, to be certain, when she is inevitably discovered by one of the aforementioned cleanup efforts. The way she's laying there, one might have mistaken her to be a casualty of whatever war this is, if she weren't breathing slowly. But it's enough to have given one of the locals a shock when they stumble into the broken room (a resident, looter, or helper? she can't be sure), before they run out screaming.
[Ah, well. It's just that kind of day.]