[b]Tatiana Lorenz[/b]

The worst part about dying, after dying itself, was waking up from being dead. Barely had consciousness returned for her than did Tatiana collapse to the metal floor, coughing and resisting the urge to throw up right there. She felt like crap, her limbs hurt, and it definitely could have been a better time for her right now. 

Such was life. She had died, and then they had stuffed her backed up consciousness in a new body, one with most of the memories she had had before. There might have been a few missing, but most of those involved exploding in one form or another and she wasn't too distraught about that. This clone body had been prepared with her own DNA< and was for all intents and purposes her, even if her last self was very much dead at this point. 

Her muscles still burned, a result of being actually used rather than dosed up with all their needed nutrients and then held in stasis, but she found past it to rise to her feet. She was in a large room, rows after rows of tubes stacked on top of each other, most of which had a body floating inside. Motorized cranes rested nearby for retrieval, along with the equipment to remove a person from inside the tube and wake them up. Everyone here was a human, but she imagined that the other members of the Machina had their own facilities elsewhere. 

At least she had clothes, though it was basically a white medical gown. That was first on her list of priorities, but following on that was the pangs of hunger that were starting to make themselves known with the pain she felt fading away. It probably had to do with only getting liquid nutrients or something, though she was used to it by this point. Once you died enough times, you started to adjust to the process.

"Stupid suicide bomb," Tatiana huffed as she started on her way out of the room, wincing against the cold metal of the floor. Really, why would the Angels have something like that, much less set it off inside their own base? Sure, she was only complaining because it was a pain to be reborn after dying but she figured it was a justified complaint. It wasn't like she had done much else in this battle that was worth complaining about. At least they had won the fight. 

Regardless, priorities. First she'd get some clothes and then move on to the nearest cafeteria. She was going to load up a tray with as much food as she could fit on there and then eat until she couldn't eat anymore. She felt like she deserved that much. 

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[b]Tartys[/b]

Tartys sat with an inner turmoil in her heart, masked to those who would look at her by a calm exterior as she sat in one of the many pavilions of Heaven tuning a guitar. it was a hobby of hers, and one that she was fairly good at. Not a virtuoso, but she could certainly be worse off in that regard. 

With the outcome of the previous battle, she sorely needed the time to recover and to reflect. It was strange, that they had done so well in the fight to the point where the Demonic faction had been effectively eviscerated, yet somehow it was still a loss for them/ Even Alt Signia itself had fallen after the battle was over, a crippling blow even if it could not be seized by one of the other factions. 

At least they had Miyu back, so that was a positive. Even with the whole trial bit following on that. 

A soft sigh escaped as she strummed the strings, letting the sound ring out before reaching over to twist one of the many knobs at the end. With how it had ended, she could only reflect on her own role in the battle. She had fought well, but it felt like she had underperformed. Perhaps if she had done more, if she had fought harder, they would not have lost as badly as they had. Against the Machina there was always going to be a limit to how well they did, but it would be silly to argue that it was the demons who had won this battle. There was no reason they should have came out of this as well as they did. 

After a few more minutes the guitar was tuned to her satisfaction, and a smile graced her lips as she strummed it and began to play. It was a slow melody, melancholic and full of the emotions that she felt right now. Sadness, her personal failings, and perhaps something to console if someone needed it. 

[i]"I saw the light, fade from the sky. On the wind I heard a sigh....."[/i]