[ No, she's never talked to anyone in this manner.
Yes, she is freaking out.
It'd be more accurate to say that, a moment ago, she had been sitting calmly on the bench at their house's stone porch. The moment that Jaune's voice rings so clearly between her ears, Pyrrha flinches - and it's to such a degree that she bangs her head on one of the planter fixtures overhead.
Ow. :(
Needless to say, Jaune has to wait a moment before he gets a reply. She makes a point of looking around, as if expecting to see him peering out from a shrubbery, dressed in camouflage with a felt owl tied to his head. (Where did that come from?)
Finally, she tests the waters of this apparent telepathy, responding, ]
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Yes, she is freaking out.
It'd be more accurate to say that, a moment ago, she had been sitting calmly on the bench at their house's stone porch. The moment that Jaune's voice rings so clearly between her ears, Pyrrha flinches - and it's to such a degree that she bangs her head on one of the planter fixtures overhead.
Ow. :(
Needless to say, Jaune has to wait a moment before he gets a reply. She makes a point of looking around, as if expecting to see him peering out from a shrubbery, dressed in camouflage with a felt owl tied to his head. (Where did that come from?)
Finally, she tests the waters of this apparent telepathy, responding, ]
We can talk in our thoughts?
[ what horrors has science wrought ]