screwthatnoise

♥ v2

A cold, delicate hand grabs yours and pulls. It pulls, and it pulls... there's a sense of urgency in this icy grasp, as well as a trace of reluctance. Abruptly the hand let's go, right as your vision fades to black, and for a brief moment, only a brief moment, your senses disappear. There's only the eerie sensation of weightlessness before your feet are settled back on solid ground again.

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[laughs, harshly and painfully and he stops pretty fast because pain. '-']

No. Just give it to me. Or, I will find a way to kill you, and then Hail can finally have her body to herself.

"How cruel! I deserve this body more than her. I'd say I deserve your body, but it's too weak to get any use out of it..."

That's—what you think. To both of those things. And, you are completely wrong.

[DOUBLEFLIPPING OFF THE AIR :|]

Edited 2013-07-31 00:02 (UTC)

"Aaah. Boring! So boring, you're really boring, Tavros! Really, everyone here is boring..."

Welp.

The hands take your arm and abruptly snap it into two.

[OH GOD, there's a yelp and then a quiet whine of pain even as he bites down on his lips again to keep from screaming.]

F—fuck you. I'm not here to be—be your entertainment, or anything like that.

There's a laugh before something soft and made of cloth lands on your face. And after that, it's quiet.

[reaching up to feel it :x and he's still breathing really hard and his voice is really shaky]

J-Janta. Is that your limb?

Janta's voice is weak.

"Y... yes! It is!"

[huffs, setting the limb to his side, then, before grabbing for the wood that's still stuck in his foot and yanking—before casting a couple of cures to at least heal it over enough to where it won't be much of an issue (as in: bleeding out everywhere). And then digging out his first aid kit and feeling around for bandages to take care of that, too.

TALKING AS HE WORKS ON FIXING THINGS UP A LITTLE though it's hard because he has a broken arm]

Okay. Good. We—need to get back to where we were. Could you make sure that I get there?

Janta watches nervously.

"The... the place that looks like the trauma center now?"

[fffrowns]

The ballroom. Unless, there is a way that I can go to where ballroom Hail was killed, that does not involve going through there. Is there a way like that, at all?

"...the ballroom is the trauma center now, a-apparently. But I can lead you there, yes."

... Thank you.

[... I guess this is gonna be an awkward crawl back to the ballroom because pain and only having one arm fuck you Zwei]

It's okay. Janta gently secured its rope around your good wrist.

Back to the trauma center-ballroom you go. It's quiet, just like before, and Nurse Echo calls out to you.

"Ah. I was about to retrieve you..."

[thank you janta :(]

... You were?

"Yes. I could tell you were badly injured, but I was distracted. Here. Allow me to assist you."

And just like that, she lifts you, even watching out for your horns, then carries you to a hospital bed.

[flaksdfa wow okay what is going on here I don't know!?]

You can heal??

"I can heal. Mostly. I am Nurse Hail."

She walks over to the desk.

... Mostly???

[i have no idea what you are doing '-']

Oh, right. She brings over a needle and injects him with that—NOT LIQUID STEPFORD!! But something to dull the pain.

"Mostly. Yes."

And she starts applying bandages where she can, but not without trying to pull his shirt off.

[... relaxing...

but sure fine you can have my shirt :'| but it still hurts because you're JOSTLING THE BROKEN ARM and stuff]

Zwei sucks. For the record. Uh, even though you probably knew that, but I wanted to say it, anyway. Did anything change in here, while I was gone?

No worries, she's taking care of that arm afterwards, too.

"Change? That's right. You cannot see. This was once the ballroom, but it has since been converted into a trauma center."

I knew that, because Janta told me, but, I mean in the short span of time that I was gone.

[GRITTING HIS TEETH as she gets to his arm but 8(]

"Ah... Coping died, I took over... and that is all I personally know. Sorry."

[:/a :\a]

It's okay. Can you do something for my foot, to make it easier to walk? I need to go to that garden, to inspect where Coping died.

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