[Being transported to a new place without her permission or a warning once was enough, but twice? The game starts to get old pretty fast, even for a patient soul like her. She'd been up before the crack of dawn (had she even slept?) so she was already awake when the light overtook her room in the middle of a morning kickboxing routine, and there when it dropped her off in the park with everyone else.

Needless to say, after a lot of walking and looking around, it's about time she finds something familiar to help take the edge off and doesn't care so much about if it's past noon in Celliwig. It probably is, because the bars, restaurants, and shops are all open, beckoning people to check out their wares or taste their newest dish! It doesn't take much convincing to get Tifa through the door of what they claim to be the fanciest, most modern bar and restaurant in town, and within minutes, she's seated at a booth at the dimly lit bar, and she isn't the only one.]

Beer's fine. Just give me whatever you've got. Please.

[Looking around, she hardly sees a bottle or glass in sight. Instead, it's odd little things that no one is drinking, but rather... Well, she isn't sure what they're doing with them but it isn't what she would expect. Raising a brow, she turns to whoever is seated nearest her.]

For a bar, I don't see any actual drinks anywhere. Bit strange, don't you think?

["Turn to the person next to you and offer them a piece of yourself."

The words don't do much to calm her nerves, but she'd come to Diamond Falls to help, not chicken out. She's already drunk from the fountain and followed the stairs down into the caverns, and now she's breaking a sweat over the pool of lava with someone else... It would be difficult to follow through on a change of heart now. So, she offers to go first, pulling a strand of hair loose from her neat ponytail and tugging on it until it's out.

It's a bit odd to be offering someone a strand of her hair, but a ritual's a ritual. It's the better alternative, she thinks, when the other options are blood, tears, or... a confession.

She's not sure what to expect next, but Tifa takes her partner by the wrist and places the hair in their palm, her smile small and shy, reassuring, and perhaps a touch uncertain about all of this.]

Okay. Your turn.

[Nothing is going to get in the way of getting people back to Camelot, least of all a bunch of magical ghosts. Tifa is late to the party, coming in once the fight against them has already broken out, but she isn't one to waste precious time in helping... after a brief moment of swallowing her fear of ghosts first. She rushes in, sliding to dodge one that tries to pass through her. She has no idea what they're capable of, but no way is she letting them touch her, or anyone else, so when it's already moving on to the next person, Tifa follows.]

Get down!

[In a fiery whirl, her foot comes around and the magic lands a blow against the specter, chasing it away. It gives her time to right her stance and check on whoever's soul she's helped.]

You alright?

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[When not fighting the specters off, Tifa's helping those who have fallen to the ice-cold sensations of the ghosts passing through them. No matter who it is, she winces when she presses her fingers to their cheeks or neck, the cold leaving a bite on the tips. Hopefully the injured don't mind a woman throwing an arm around their shoulders in an embrace, while her other hand opens up to a small ball of warm fire in her palm.]

It's gonna be okay, [she reassures.] Just gotta warm up, then we can get back out there, okay?

[The ghosts don't scare her anymore, at least, not these ones. They're just that: ghosts. They can be fought off, and once they are, she'll never have to deal with them again. They can all go home. It's been a fierce battle up until now, and Tifa's gone between fighting and helping the injured, but she's shown no signs of stopping or slowing down.

Not until now.

These ghosts don't scare her, but there are others that do. She's about to throw another blast of fiery magic at some incoming specters with other magic users, when she stops short. Something in the rapids catches her eyes, or rather, someone. Two of them. It's familiar, but in a dreadful sort of way. Not the welcome kind that she's been lucky to have here.

It's as if everything else around her slows to a crawl. Ankle-deep in the water, she sees a man and a woman, and they're smiling at her. Reaching out to her. Memories come rushing back. Sitting in her room, wishing she could have her mother back. The reactor... the strong smell of mako... Her father... "I'm sick of all of this!"]

Mom? Dad...? No way...

[She wanders closer, eyes burning red, and ignoring the battle raging around her like it isn't even there. Hopefully someone is paying close enough attention to snap her out of it before she wanders too close to the water...]

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