Our avatars are in a room together

Main Room

Nova : Unknown.

"-PAAAAAIN-"

...Rebby, I'm going to go find somebody that can help. Just... stay there. ...and keep doing what you're doing.

Main Room

Medicine: I see. Hopefully you will work this out, then.

Backyard

Krissy: Right...

-He looks the fallen racer over for any injuries.-

-Rebby-

-You are now tied up by tiny red strings on all of your limbs and around your waist-

"... H-huh...?"

-Rebby is lifted by the strings-

-By a black-clad, thin figure with a minimalist mask◊-

-Is about to get up to go get help-

-WHEN SUDDENLY TRAGEDIAN-

-Gets to her feet and backs away from him-

Wh- who the hell are you!?

-He's pretty beat-up from the crash-

-and also mildly singed-

"-groans-"

Outside

Krissy: ...What the hell's with everything happening at once?

-He watches this new figure, somewhat cautious, somewhat wary.-

Oh, dear, but a humble thespian.

-He takes Rebby into his hand-

It seems as if you've come to harm, oh, what a small sadness...

Can such a thing truly be remedied? It is but a temporary solution, pain is inevitable.

"... Who the- hell're you?"

Main Room

Nova : I hope so too....

I am a Tragedian, names are meaningless for those who lurk behind the curtains.

...if you can help her, that's good, but I'd rather find someone that knows their stuff. Maybe someone that can actually heal her.

-The Tragedian is being watched-

To see a man of the theater in such a place. What a treat!

"... -struggles against the string FUCK BROKEASS ARM- Ah!"

Krissy: You can heal her, then?

...Wait a second... Another performer?

...What about it?

She... who is she, Cloud? I— I mean, she seems kind of... kind of familiar, and... but I've really never seen her before, I mean....

...I dunno if she'd want me to say.

Why wouldn't she?

...She's hard to figure out sometimes.

...Just... just tell me? Please?