[Video/Voice] Backdated to late morning of the 13th

[fabrecation]

[The view is nothing but the sky. The rain that falls on it. Blood staining the entire side of the camera.

The voice is shrill. Frantic. Trembling and pained.]

Suh - Somebody – I n-need a healer by the back of the Battle Dome right now! Asch is - hkgh -

[Then there's quiet muttering, as if he's speaking in a whisper to someone else. A whisper that cuts off for a moment, then turns into a hurt sound.

And then nothing else.]


((ooc: Aftermath of this. Rapunzel is chronologically first, but anyone can reply whenever they like /o/))

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[fourteen]

[ Xion hasn't got much to say. It's taking every last ounce of her self control not to crack at this horrifying scene, though her expression softens slightly for Mia.

All she does is shake her head no, then tilt it in Guy's direction. She noticed, but --

Well, she puts her head back down, staying close to Luke, working on his injuries and apparently unfazed by all the blood. She has ... well. She has her priorities. ]

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[frost_jewel]

[No, then. Very well. She can see the strain in Xion's face and puts a hand on her shoulder for a moment, but her only words are soft ones, for Luke.]

You are using energy you do not have. Please let yourself be helped.

[The blonde man a few feet away could use some attention, then. She'll go over to him, and try to keep an ear open while she works in case someone needs a hand.]

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[relinquishing]

[Compared to the injuries of the two redheads, Guy seems much better off. A slice across his right arm. Discoloration across the base of his neck and cheekbone. A deep slash across the shoulders and back - the most severe of the wounds, it seems - and a carved knick in the base of one of his wings, dying the normally golden feathers a muted tint of red as blood mixed with rainwater.

What Mia might notice is the simple lack of response, even as she works. His chest is still rising and falling in a weak rhythm. But attempts to rouse him will prove unsuccessful. Why exactly couldn't be determined; whether it was because of that blow to the head, or the injury to his wing, or something else entirely - the disappearance of a certain green-haired God General, for instance. For now, the blonde stays still and unresponsive.]

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[frost_jewel]

["Still" is great. She needs him to stay still, because once she can tell he's breathing priority number one is getting him to stop bleeding so much. It isn't good for the grass, or the blonde man, or anyone.

It takes a bit to turn him so that the slash on his back isn't buried in mud, and another several to wash away a satisfactory amount of nature before she feels okay with healing it. Ply is a purifying spell along with healing, so nothing too dangerous should remain, but she likes to be thorough.

It's bothering her that he hasn't even moved, though. Once the bleeding stops, she looks around for a few seconds before removing her raincoat for him to lie on. Putting him back down in the dirt with a half-open gash is bad form. She'll move to his arm next, and then to a stronger Pure Ply meant to cover everything, as much as possible. The feeling she gets is that he isn't waking up any time soon.]