eyecondition | 01. [Action / Voice]

[When Scott had last been aware, he'd been somewhere near the deserts of Mexico. Where in Mexico, he couldn't be sure, though there'd certainly been enough heat and sand to last a lifetime. It simply made no sense to pass out and wake up in a snowpile, more underdressed than he'd been in the summer sun. It's an understatement to call Scott alarmed. He scrambled to his feet, ears straining for the sound of something other than the whistling wind of a cold breeze. It must have been the fight he'd had with Mystique. He'd obviously lost, and she'd had him shipped to a different corner of the globe instead. Is she planning to keep abandoning him in different places until the elements kill him outright? He doubts he'll last long in sub-zero conditions without even a blanket to insulate him.

No. Scott decides instantly that he isn't in the mood to die today. Nothing good comes from pessimism. He'd found people in the bowels of a foreign country before, and he'll just have to do it again here too. Judging by the temperature, there might at least be some Inuit family that might be willing to share their igloo.]

Hello? [He ventures a greeting cautiously, and dares to crack a single eye open to see if there's some sort of civilization nearby. The small gesture alone sends a bright red beacon ripping through the flurrying snow -- hopefully not into anyone's personal property. There seemed to be some manmade structures just off to the left of the snapshot image he'd gotten. It wasn't enough of a visual to notice the journal lying open at his feet, but he isn't really in much of a reading mood anyway.]

I-is... anyone there? [He tries it again, more assertive now despite the telltale shiver in his tone. If there's at least one house, then there has to be people somewhere. With people come options. Maybe they'll have a phone he can use to call the mansion and get help sent out, or perhaps they'd at least have a first-aid kit and would be nice enough to patch up whatever injury was causing that bone-deep pain in his shoulderblades. If nothing else, hopefully the people here speak English.]

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[ He's not too sure about the situation, but whoever's talking doesn't sound fine. Might as well be sure, and... ]

Stay still for a moment, sir, you might be experiencing some pains in your back right now, but I assure you that they are not wounds.

Are you injured anywhere else?

[Yes! English! The most glorious language! Scott turns to face the direction the voice is coming from.]

...Yeah. A few places. I can get around -- I just need to get to a phone, please. It's important.

[ He doesn't know about the journal yet? Strange. ]

Yes... There should be a phone nearby - it looks like a journal, but trust me, it can function like a phone as well. In fact, that is what I am using to communicate with you right now.

I can heal your injuries, however - I am a healer. Just tell me what your surroundings look like and I will be there.

[ Welp, too bad you spew out laser beams whenever you look at things, Scott. ]

[Oh, that voice wasn't coming from a person? That's upsetting. He grimaces sheepishly.]

That... Might be kind of a problem. I'm blind. [It's faster than trying to explain.]

[ The sound of rushing footsteps begins in the background. ]

...I could make an educated guess, but I will need your help. Can you try shouting as loud as you can?

Sure -- one sec.

[He calls out "over here!" in the direction he thought he'd seen a building in. It would feel silly if he wasn't so desperate.]

I..don't suppose that helped at all, did it?

[ Er, not really. ]

I believe I did hear something, but I'm not so sure. Can you shout louder?

There's a faster way to do this. Keep an eye out for a flare.

[For expediency's sake, he turns his face skyward and opens an eye long enough to produce a flare-like visual to pinpoint his location.]

[ Oh, he did see that one. It's not that hard to miss a red flash of light in the sky, anyway. It was quite strange, though - why not mention the flare in the first place? ]

I'm on my way.

[ Cue faster running. ]

Thanks.

[It gives him time to discover the book and the different conversations available on each page. What is this thing? And how many people use it regularly?]

[ It didn't take him long to reach Scott's location - and indeed, there was no flare in sight. Interesting.

However, that wasn't his main priority. He comes by slowly and puts a gentle hand on his shoulder. ]

I'm here. Can you show me your wounds?

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