Tara blinks slowly, a crease in her eyebrows as she struggles to comprehend that answer. She had died in California, and she assumes she was buried there too. How is she in Ohio? Why is she alive? ...Why is she both alive and in Ohio, of all places?
She both hears and doesn't hear his gentle suggestion to sit; there's a roaring in her ears, and everything is so loud. She can hear a foot scuff over the carpet, and some wooden floorboards squeaking, and other confused people. Tara's not the only one that has mysteriously wound up in Ohio, it seems, and she tries to cling onto that fact, like an anchor in a roaring, chaotic sea. She doesn't recognize the man speaking to her, but if he's in the same situation, he might be a friend.
Tara presses a hand to her temple, pained. Goddess. Even thinking hurts.
"There was... a portal," she recalls. "A spirit of slayers. And then... here. Did that happen to you too?"
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Tara blinks slowly, a crease in her eyebrows as she struggles to comprehend that answer. She had died in California, and she assumes she was buried there too. How is she in Ohio? Why is she alive? ...Why is she both alive and in Ohio, of all places?
She both hears and doesn't hear his gentle suggestion to sit; there's a roaring in her ears, and everything is so loud. She can hear a foot scuff over the carpet, and some wooden floorboards squeaking, and other confused people. Tara's not the only one that has mysteriously wound up in Ohio, it seems, and she tries to cling onto that fact, like an anchor in a roaring, chaotic sea. She doesn't recognize the man speaking to her, but if he's in the same situation, he might be a friend.
Tara presses a hand to her temple, pained. Goddess. Even thinking hurts.
"There was... a portal," she recalls. "A spirit of slayers. And then... here. Did that happen to you too?"