[Distantly, Lusamine hears a stone skidding over earth. That sound—and the other sound, a voice calling her name—make her flinch but not turn. Instead, she stares down at her front paws (Paws? That can't be right, can it?) and the tendrils of mist weaving around them.
(For a single, blistering second, she sees them as long, white tentacles, and feels countless needles plunging into her flesh, poison searing through her veins—)
Guilmon's voice and the light of his tail-flame spilling over her finally makes her turn her head, but the far away look in her eyes remains as she stares at him and Emporio, blinking unevenly. She seems not to recognize them, in that moment, eyes narrowed in confusion.
She doesn't seem to recognize Akira either, when he approaches her (the tall, pink shape that is him at first brings to mind her Bewear—powerful arms and soft fur—but that isn't right, either), and when he reaches for her, she suddenly springs backward on all fours, back arched, fur bristling, and fangs bared.]
Don't you touch me—!
[Her movement breaks the coils of fog, though it still clings to her fur as dew. As she half-stumbles away from Akira—suddenly clumsy, as if unused to the overlong shape of her own body—and sees the way they're all looking at her, some fragmented awareness returns to her.]
... Oh... Doctor? For—give me... I don't know what—came over me...
[She should know, after how many times the fog has been discussed and how many times she's experienced it herself... But the memory of it is gone, and that apparently isn't the only thing she's forgotten.]
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(For a single, blistering second, she sees them as long, white tentacles, and feels countless needles plunging into her flesh, poison searing through her veins—)
Guilmon's voice and the light of his tail-flame spilling over her finally makes her turn her head, but the far away look in her eyes remains as she stares at him and Emporio, blinking unevenly. She seems not to recognize them, in that moment, eyes narrowed in confusion.
She doesn't seem to recognize Akira either, when he approaches her (the tall, pink shape that is him at first brings to mind her Bewear—powerful arms and soft fur—but that isn't right, either), and when he reaches for her, she suddenly springs backward on all fours, back arched, fur bristling, and fangs bared.]
Don't you touch me—!
[Her movement breaks the coils of fog, though it still clings to her fur as dew. As she half-stumbles away from Akira—suddenly clumsy, as if unused to the overlong shape of her own body—and sees the way they're all looking at her, some fragmented awareness returns to her.]
... Oh... Doctor? For—give me... I don't know what—came over me...
[She should know, after how many times the fog has been discussed and how many times she's experienced it herself... But the memory of it is gone, and that apparently isn't the only thing she's forgotten.]
Where... Where is this? What were we...