[ In the dark, churning waters of Mariana's domain, a stark white squid with brilliant pulsing yellow markings becomes aware of itself. Ringo fights the sensation immediately - the very act of being a singular point of existence is…uncomfortable. What's worse, when she calls out to Aion, there is no response. Flamma does not explain what's going on. Figue does not comfort her. This is quite simply not normal. But it starts to come back to her as the water pushes and pulls around her squid-form. She is designated Ringo, and a human form is necessary for her mission. There's no infinite database to pull from, just a hollow ache where that information should be, but she approximates a shape that is familiar to her just in time for her humanoid body to strike a rock and cause her to inhale sharply, inadvertently swallowing a great deal of water.

'I am designated Ringo, and a human form is necessary for my mission. Initiating emergency survival protocol. Error, no database to reference. Repeating my last known objective.'

The waves swell suddenly, depositing Ringo on the beach unceremoniously, and naked as a newborn. She curls up into a ball, coughing and spitting up blood and brine. The blood in her mouth does not taste like the artificial substance she's supposed to be made of. In fact, it tastes like the scent of an electrical fire and makes her tongue tingle uncomfortably. It turns to hard, frozen droplets in the sand. She starts to open her mouth to call out for Figue, maybe Arrow, hell Milady or Saizo would be a welcome sight - but a strange sensation of calm stops her.

This is…not her mission. Her mission has concluded. Mission status unknown. Searching for a new objective…

Ringo opens her eyes and rolls onto her back, looking up at the stormy morning sky. She can feel, in this moment, every grain of sand touching her skin and it is wildly overwhelming. Her eyes squeeze shut against the light rain that starts up as she lays there. Sensory overload doesn't even begin to describe what she's feeling, she thinks. Okay, it's a bad start but hey, it's a start. She could spring to her feet and look for help, but she feels sick from swallowing sea water. Or at least, she feels like shit, and that sounds like human sickness. So probably not that.

Instead, Ringo opts to lay very still and wait for the shaking and aching to subside. What's the rush, after all? Hopefully someone will have a little mercy on her. And possibly cover her up. It's cold out here. ]

[ Go ahead and hit me. runebranded for plotting, or PM this journal. Otherwise, shoot for the moon, I'll work with whatever. ]