By ‘full laguz’, she assumed that was his alternate form. A beast one, from what she was hearing. At any rate, Tsubaki understood his feelings all too well: it was unthinkable to take someone’s power of transformation away. Although her weapon mode was blocked rather than completely gone, she was lacking a part of herself, a part as natural as breathing to her. But perhaps because they were different, Ranulf still had that ability where she didn’t.
Touching her hand to her other forearm, she eventually said, “You should know that during the day, almost all powers are repressed, but the block gets a little weaker at night. When you’re ready to try.”
She’d found a lot of people brought to the Institute were ready to bounce back sooner rather than later--determined personalities. Ranulf appeared to be the same in that way. Tsubaki knew his easygoing joking wasn’t entirely genuine, and he definitely wasn’t well--no one was, when they were imprisoned like this--but he seemed ready to go on. At the same time, it was hard for her heart not to go out for him, having seen what state he’d been in when she’d found him. There was nothing good in finding oneself here, of all places. She smiled at his laughter. “’Normal’ is a bit hard to come by around here, but the benefit is that we can all support each other.”
When he asked her where she’d been headed beforehand, Tsubaki thought of her pillowcase, and then of the second floor therapy hall. At this point, she was going to have to forgo the attempt. “I’m just glad it was me who came across you, and not something else,” she returned, shaking her head in a gesture that said she wasn’t concerned with her earlier plans. She would’ve usually used her words instead of movements that might not translate in the gloom, but he’d already said he had some level of night vision. “You wouldn’t mind if we stayed together?”
It was no offence to whatever skills Ranulf had, but internally, Tsubaki was simply worried about him being alone. Not only was he unarmed, but he was in a strange body, too.
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Touching her hand to her other forearm, she eventually said, “You should know that during the day, almost all powers are repressed, but the block gets a little weaker at night. When you’re ready to try.”
She’d found a lot of people brought to the Institute were ready to bounce back sooner rather than later--determined personalities. Ranulf appeared to be the same in that way. Tsubaki knew his easygoing joking wasn’t entirely genuine, and he definitely wasn’t well--no one was, when they were imprisoned like this--but he seemed ready to go on. At the same time, it was hard for her heart not to go out for him, having seen what state he’d been in when she’d found him. There was nothing good in finding oneself here, of all places. She smiled at his laughter. “’Normal’ is a bit hard to come by around here, but the benefit is that we can all support each other.”
When he asked her where she’d been headed beforehand, Tsubaki thought of her pillowcase, and then of the second floor therapy hall. At this point, she was going to have to forgo the attempt. “I’m just glad it was me who came across you, and not something else,” she returned, shaking her head in a gesture that said she wasn’t concerned with her earlier plans. She would’ve usually used her words instead of movements that might not translate in the gloom, but he’d already said he had some level of night vision. “You wouldn’t mind if we stayed together?”
It was no offence to whatever skills Ranulf had, but internally, Tsubaki was simply worried about him being alone. Not only was he unarmed, but he was in a strange body, too.