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“Booker? Booker?!”

Elizabeth could almost still smell the sulfur and fire, and feel the heat coming from Monument Island. It had felt, for a moment, like the world was being pressed and burned into her bones, swelling up against her ribcage and expelling itself in the form of a brilliant, blinding light that enveloped her, Booker, and Songbird. That was what she'd seen, she was almost certain of it.

But instead of her jailer and her strange fellow convict, Elizabeth was brought out of the sky and out of the clouds and light and into cool water. Not that she'd never ended up in water before, but it was very disorienting. She thrashed and doggy-paddled to the edge of the lake, realizing that if Booker had been anywhere nearby, he would have answered her.

The silence was lonely, and familiar. She didn't like it at all. Even the sounds of gunfire would have been welcome as opposed to the sound of her struggling to slosh out of the lake and onto the shore. Everything seemed to echo, even the drips coming off of the plain dress she had somehow ended up in. New place, new clothes, wings on her back... Elizabeth reached out awkwardly and touched them, drawing a hand back in dismay and shock when she realized she could feel her hand on her wing. Wings. She had wings now, when did that happen?

“It's okay, Elizabeth,” she said aloud, crossing her arms over her chest, trying to calm down and warm herself a little. “It's... probably not this wet in heaven.” She sniffled from the chill of being soaked head to foot, and took in her surroundings while trying not to wonder if she had in fact killed herself and Booker by opening that tear. It had led somewhere significant, somewhere foreign and different where madness was king. She had thought she'd seen a sea, but perhaps it was this lake. Perhaps she was in a different place where madness was king...

“Booker!” she called again, almost desperate. Biting back tears and a lump in her throat, she looked around the lake once more. She had lived alone for years. And in the first scrap of quiet she'd heard in a long time, she couldn't find comfort standing by herself.

Shivering, Elizabeth looked around for any movement and saw a patch of royal blue on the ground. Her dress, folded neatly with a thin book. Who did that...?

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[The audio starts up, unexpectedly, but Elizabeth seems to know how this is supposed to work. It's like a Voxophone, right? Only it's somehow transmitted everywhere.]

Can anyone hear this? I don't know what day it is, or where I'm supposed to be. Booker? There's a, uh, lake here, and some trees. [She sighs, her voice wavering.] I'm freezing out here, and if you're running around sticking your head in trashcans I'm going to be really mad!

((Catch her walking through the forest or into the village! She has her journal open too, and will be 'Voxophoning' actively.))

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Carry me? All the way back to the village? [Elizabeth raises an eyebrow, skeptical. First off, she doesn't believe this demon-person can actually lift her for any long period of time. Secondly, how would him carrying her all the way back avoid her getting a cold?] I don't know, I don't think I'm light enough to be carried such a long distance...

[Yes, the idea of anyone being attracted to her, as a woman, has not crossed Elizabeth's mind at all. ~~ISOLATION PROBLEMS.~~]

Oh no, trust me, I can do it.

[It'd be awkward, but if it's coming to his strength, he's got no doubts at all. In fact, breaking through his awkward flush is a little confident smirk. Cooking and strength - those are two things he's got confidence in]

Well... if you're sure... [He looks pretty confident, but Elizabeth is still slightly dubious.] But how would you carrying me solve the cold problem?

We can get you somewhere warm faster, obviously.

[This is clearly a logical answer. But he waits to see if she agrees. He could use his flames - Shiemi said they were warm - but he so doesn't trust using them for that purpose]

[Elizabeth's dubious look does not falter.] Well, if you think you can carry me faster than I can walk... [The way she says that though, she doesn't sound entirely convinced.]

I bet you anything! [And with that, he gets his sword in hand and draws it. When it's drawn, he changes - blue fire springs to life around him, but it's particularly centered to form two "horns" made of fire on his head and on his tail. His fangs elongate, as do his ears and his fingers nails into slight claws. While he doesn't get bulkier or anything, he is stronger now, and the presence he has reflects that.

But he's still smirking like a teenage bow as he gets the scabbard secured on his belt and goes to hand her the katana itself]

Can you hold that?

[Elizabeth is quite astonished by the transformation. For a moment, she's even afraid that she'd made a mistake hanging around someone she didn't know and just trusting them not to attack her. But after it's complete, she goes back to being fascinated and curious. So his horns weren't actually horns, they were flames. And he certainly looked more like a demon with his fangs like that...][She gingerly takes the sword offered to her--how do people hold these things anyway?]

Sorry. S'just gotta stay out for me to stay like this.

[A little apologetically as he realizes... the only logical way to carry her would be really embarrassing. Uh. Huh. Maybe there's a way he can do it which wouldn't be princess style? But that would hurt her shoulders if he did it like just- ... uh. Hm.]

[Elizabeth watches him as he considers these things, eyebrow slowly raising as she continues to awkwardly hold the sword.]

That's alright. Is something wrong?

I'm just trying to figure out how I'd lift you up. Uh, maybe on my back... or... [Yes, this is clearly a concern. He didn't think this through at all really]

Can't you just carry me like this? [Elizabeth inserts herself into his personal space and wraps her arms around his neck.] And then you wrap a hand around my waist. ...I think that's how Booker carried me, at least.

[WHAT.

WHAT.

WHAT.

...Okay.]

Okay! Hold on tight, and try not to drop Kurikara!

[Or accidentally stab him. Which he doesn't think to say, but it's a concern what with her having her hands around his neck and having the sword in hand too. Err, anyway - he puts a hand around her waist and braces the other one to make sure she's supported. She's light, so it's no problem, he thinks, and-]

You good?

[...yes...?]

[Elizabeth blinks curiously at the pause, but then smiles when he puts his hand around her waist. Maybe this is going to be a little awkward, now that she looks at it. But maybe he has it under control!]

Yes! I'm ready! [She nods and smiles, wondering in the back of her head how this is going to work.]

Alright, let's do this! [And then...! A standing jump which goes about thirty feet in the air. He's not a ninja or anything, so he can't quite hop from tree to tree as well as he'd like, but combining his leaping distance, overall speed, and being able to land on tree branches some of the time, this should o pretty fast.

Also - while some of her blue flames might end up on her, though he's not trying, they won't burn as much as feel lukewarm]

[Elizabeth doesn't shriek, per se, but she does make a very startled, terrified sound. Because she's essentially being carried by someone who can jump thirty feet, hit a tree, and keep going. She holds tightly, perhaps even tighter than she had before--but that was before she'd known just how she was going to be carried.]

[As for the flames... well, she's still trying to wrap her head around the jumping. She'll be afraid of being set on fire soon.]

Hahaha- See! You can already see the town over there! [He would gesture, but he's keeping a grip on her, he just sort of nods his head in the direction of the outline of town when he says this, before making another solid leap over towards it. Won't be long now, lala]

[True enough, when Elizabeth looks in the direction indicated she does see a town coming into view. It really would have taken a long time to walk all the way here, given how far he's been jumping.]

[When they do land at the village, Elizabeth is completely unsteady on her feet and nearly drops her journal and dress. It feels a little like she's been rattled around inside an elevator.]

[Sweet, he didn't get stabbed. He tries to set her down as gently as he could, all things considered. She does seem shaken and maybe he was showing off a bit too much, all things considered. Oh well-] Hey, you okay?

[And he also hols out his hand for the sword.]

Fine... I'm fine. [Elizabeth shakes her head slightly and stands still for a moment before she realizes he's reaching for the sword. Which she returns with a sheepish look.]

[Sweet - he takes it and then puts it back away, so the flames go away and he's back in the human-ish form, grinning]

Good, wouldn't want you to be hurt!

[Elizabeth runs her fingers through her hair, checks her clothes and so on.] I'm not hurt. But you were on fire. [Implied question: why am I not on fire?]

Yeah, those're... my flames. [It's somehow always more awkward to talk about those than his demon-ness. Maybe it's because "Satan" has a higher connotation, even if no one here seems to know the connection] Don't worry, I've been workin' on getting a handle on them.

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1/2 he's still demon'd this is for icon

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