[ After going so long without sleep, Rinoa almost doesn't recognize what it feels like to be tired, what it feels like to fall asleep. There's a yawn on her lips, her eyes fluttering closed before she even realizes what's going on, and for a moment Angelo and Felix paw at her in worry before their heads droop, sleep taking them. Her own consciousness follows shortly after. When she wakes in the aftermath of the nightmare, she'll find herself curled on the sofa in her apartment, a curl of animals half on top of her.

But right now, that's not where she wakes. Where she wakes is a strange labrynthine mess of something that seems like a mix of a train station and a body. Angelo and Felix are still by her side, but there's something else, something burning like liquid fire beneath her veins...

She gasps as her wings burst forth from her back, a flurry of feathers and a gust of wind, her fingers flexing automatically as she feels the surge of power where it's felt empty for so long. For the first moment since arriving in the Void, she's not thinking about who might see her, or what they might think of what she is. She has her magic, and she's not afraid. ]

[ Her journey through the strange system of tunnels is not as dangerous as it might be for some others; with her powers back, Rinoa flies well out of reach of the strange shadows that seem to melt from the floors. Her companions are kept aloft alongside her through Float magic, and anything that draws too near to them is blasted away with whatever element pours itself first out of her veins. A shot from her Blaster Edge occasionally follows.

Like this, she offers aerial support to anyone taking the shadow creatures head on, either going on the offense with casts of Ultima, Meteor, and other powerful magics, or offering healing and protective spells to the other inhabitants of the Void.

Perhaps you see her flying overhead and call to her, or maybe she's about to see you in the middle of a battle... ]

[ She finds herself at a dead end, wings folding into the aether as she lands on the strange tracks, looking around. There's a strange aroma in the air, something sweet and light and almost like flowers. She hears her name, a familiar voice making her heart soar, and when she turns—

There he is, arms out as he draws nearer to her, calling her name again, and Rinoa's heart catches in her throat, tears springing instantaneous to her eyes. ]

...Squall?

[ Her voice trembles, but it's him, she's sure of it, it's really him, even if his eyes glow with a strange orange that seems so unlike his usual blue. She reaches out in return. Angelo's teeth grip her hand - too hard, the pain enough to draw blood - and Felix paws in desperation at her leather booth; Rinoa pays neither of them any heed. It's like she's hypnotized, shuffling steps drawing her closer to the figure... ]

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