Nanashi
Her eyes fixed on the distorting stomach, if this guy didn’t have any ideas then. Damn it was there anything she could do. All she could do was make fire, and fire would not be able to help with this thing, it was a monster IN someone.
It’s not like she could make the fire pass…
Wait.
Her eyes went wide as she looked at her hands. It was a long shot, but she could do it. She could kill this thing without killing the girl. Well, hopefully.
She closed her eyes for a moment, focusing her spiritual energy to her palms, and was about to move and place them on her distorting stomach before she heard it.
A wet sound echoed though the alleyway as a horrid smell assaulted her senses. Rotting fish, flesh, blood, pus, sewage, it was almost like a combination of all of them but at the same time worse in every way. It took everything she had to not throw up on the spot, only accomplishing that by the sight of what emerged from the girl making her freeze from the shock.
Her body trembled as she saw what emerged from it; a monster would be so simple to describe it, an abomination to lenient. Everything was wrong about it. Space bent around it, realms shifted and teared, and that was not even getting into its appearance. The scales, unnatural form. Everything was wrong about it.
Nanashi quickly scrambled to her feet and backed up, a look on her face that could only be described as shock, horror, and disgust. She quickly glanced at the woman, only to see something emerging from her flesh to stitch her back together. And a cold and horrible realization dropped like a rock in her stomach.
“Oh, Inari blessed.” She mumbled, her voice trembling and body shaking, realizing just then she had basically accelerated this thing’s emergence. And so she raised her fist and let her energy begin pooling, ready to attack at a moment’s notice.
Fiona
Fiona smiled at the woman’s reassurance. Good, she was ok. That took a weight of her heart. Her subsequent question made her pause however, as her head tilted in confusion slightly.
“Well, Ms. Brigida, I’m Fiona, it’s nice to meet you.” Fiona gave the woman a warm smile with her greeting. But there was still some hesitance. “But, what do you mean I can help you?”
It seemed weird how highly specific she was, saying she was looking for who was causing the plants. It’s not like plants can help them get home. Did they want her for access to the garden? How did they even know about it?
It was weird, but she would give them benefit of the doubt. It was the least she could do for someone so desperately trying to get home. She could understand that feeling.