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

[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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[They're lucky to find a usable room on the first floor of C3. By the time they get there, Mia is tiring out rather quickly. Guy has a light build but he's still heavier than anything she's used to lifting.

There's a bed, of course, free of all bedlinens or blankets. The mattress should do, for now, she hopes. Out of breath, she directs Ginji to place Guy on the bed. Once that's done she looks at Ion.]

Do you need...anything else? [All of them could use a towel or two, soaking wet from the rain as they are.]

If you could try to find something to dry him off after I remove the curse slot, it would help. If there's nothing in this room, the other people living in this building might be able to offer something... and the both of you should dry off as well. [Ion's probably just as bad as they are, but that's the furthest thing from his mind right now. The longer the curse slot was left, the more damage it could be causing to Guy's mind, and the more pain he'd be put through. As he talks, he reaches out and lays Guy's arm out at his side, carefully rolling up the sleeves to his shoulder. It was even in the same place as before...]

[There's no reason for delay. He takes a single, steadying breath before looking up at the other two.]

I'm going to remove the curse slot now. Please stand back.

[And, after giving them a moment to do so, he reaches out both his hands and places them only a few inches above Guy's upper arm. As he closes his eyes, a large fonic glyph appears beneath his hands, the inner designs of the glyph shifting and clicking almost like the gears of a clock. At the same time, the mark of the curse slot begins to glow, growing brighter the more he works. After a few minutes, the glyph and the mark on Guy's arm seem to align, with the larger arte absorbing the power of the curse slot and lifting the mark from Guy's arm.]

[There was a different feel to it than the last time he did this. It was stronger, and yet at the same time more open than a typical curse slot should function. Normally it requires a specific user to activate a curse slot, but for this one, created by the Malnosso... somehow, Sync had still been able to gain control of it. To be able to create such a thing, the Malnosso truly were a force to be reckoned with. And for a moment, he can't help but wonder if he and Sync's previous stay in the Malnosso's kidnapping facility had anything to do with this suddenly being "tested"...]

[Though he doesn't have much time to voice these thoughts, as the moment the glow of his own fonic arte fades away, he lets out a soft gasp and falls to his knees at the side of the bed.]

[Whew... Ginji wipes his brow, not completely exhausted, but still breathing heavily. It looks like the others aren't fairing too well, either; they both look weary to him. And so Ginji hastens to get out of Ion's way once Guy's been situated.]

It might be best if I went. I can bring towels back for everyone. And hunt down something more comfortable. [After all, Ginji doesn't know what all this curse slot business entails, but if something were to happen with either Guy or Ion, Mia'd be more prepared to deal with it than he would. Guy's probably going to be feeling pretty awful once he regains consciousness, too.]

I'll just be a minute. [He's already heading towards the doorway and disappearing around a corner, setting a brisk pace but not daring to run on the slippery floor. A minute turns out to be about five.]

Thank you. [She tries to say it before the man leaves, though she isn't sure if he hears her.

When Ion drops, Mia reaches for his arm to keep him from falling further - he's trembling. Torn for spare seconds between the patient on the bed and the one kneeling on the floor, she chooses to pull a chair over first, and help Ion into it. At least then he's not on the ground.]

Don't try to get up, please.

[Then she can turn her attention back to the unconscious man on the bed, and dealing with his injuries in a more thorough and solid manner. Especially the one across his back. That is where Ginji will find her when he returns - eyes closed, concentrating on healing Psynergy that he won't be able to see.]

[Ion barely registers Mia coming to help him, his eyes staying somewhat out of focus until he's sitting in the chair. But rather than lean back, he remains bent forward, his hands resting on his knees. If he leans back, he might pass out. Instead, he tries to catch his breath and wills away that ever-growing darkness in his vision. He needed to stay awake. At least until he could see Guy awake. And then make sure Luke was okay.]

[But using such a complex arte after not using any for so long... it's been a long time since he's felt this tired. There's an uncomfortable heaviness in his limbs, and his mind feels as though it's swimming. For as much as he's worrying about Guy, he could spare a moment to worry about himself. Even minutes after sitting down, he's still looking rather pale and shaking... though the cold probably isn't helping.]

[After a while, Ginji manages to maneuver his way back into the room, one arm draped with towels, and the other wrapped around a pillow. Unfortunately he couldn't find any fresh linens, but maybe they can substitute something else.]

Hey, I'm back with--ah. [Of course, he wasn't really expecting to come back to Ion hunched over in a chair and Mia...doing whatever she's doing. Ginji can only assume this has to do with healing Guy, but he isn't sure. All he knows is that he probably shouldn't interrupt. So he'll leave the pillow and half the towels wordlessly on the edge of the bed and hurry back over to Ion. The Fon Master will have to excuse Ginji, as his first instinct is to try toweling him off. He must be freezing; Ginji can worry about manners later.]

What happened, Ion? You don't look so good.

[That's about all she can do for Guy, for now. He's asleep - or that's how it feels to her - and stable, and not struggling or bleeding to death. She spots the things Ginji brought back, takes in the way Ion can barely stay in the chair, let alone upright, and decides she ought to finish with Guy as much as possible before trying to help Ion. His friend is helping him.

She's quiet and doesn't draw much attention to the process of getting Guy to as dry of a state as possible, before resting his head on the pillow and blanketing him with a few of the remaining towels. It will have to do. If she can remember where the panel for temperature is, they should turn up the heat in the room, too.

And then she can check on Ion, and Ginji. Starting with something she was too deep in concentration to say before.]

Thank you. [She would smile at him, but it doesn't seem like everyone here is out of danger yet.] Is Ion all right?

[Ion doesn't react much when Ginji starts drying him off -- he's feeling just a bit too weak to attempt doing so himself right now, after all. And at least being a little more dry will help with the shivering. He'll probably thank him for it later when he doesn't develop a cold after this.]

...I'm fine. [His demeanor seems to say he's every but, though he's clearly trying his best not to show it. He takes a deep breath and sits up upright, still feeling a little dizzy. He's not quite in the mindset to be forcing a smile right now, but there's little doubt he would be if the circumstances were different. That's just how Ion was.]

I always get like this... when I use my fonic artes... but the Curse Slot is gone now. [Another deep breath, as he turns to Mia.] I'm sorry if I worried you.

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[The pilot glances up as Mia makes her way over and nods slowly.]

It was the least I could do. [And really, it doesn't seem like much at all. Or enough. With things winding down and the crisis being somewhat over (as much as it could possibly be over, anyway) his stomach is threatening to knot itself up.]

[So since Ion hasn't made any move to stop him, he'll continue with his current task of coaxing the water out of Ion's hair. It's something methodical to keep his mind off of what he just witnessed.]

Either way, you'd better rest for a little while, Ion. You must be exhausted. [A brief glance at Mia. Her too.]

[What Ginji is doing is bound to help Ion feel better. Mia watches him for a few moments, switching with a concerned frown to looking over Ion anyway, checking his pulse and - with a quiet 'excuse me' - maneuvering around Ginji to look at his eyes.]

He's right. You should be lying down. [She will simply shake her head if Ion begins to protest.] He's doing much better now and he should be fine just resting for a while. Thank you - for whatever it is you did, exactly.

[But it is, in the kindest of ways she can convey this, no longer in Ion's hands or anyone else's really. She looks at Ginji again, hoping he'll agree to helping just a little more.]

We passed a couch on the way through the living room. Do you think we can get Ion there, when you're through?

[Ion wants to protest, to insist that he's fine and that he just needs a few moments to catch his breath, but he's well aware by now that he's out numbered. But there's more to it than just concern for Guy. There's also concern for Luke, and knowing that when Guy wakes up someone is going to have to tell him what happened, and at some point it's going to sink in that Guy actually killed Asch...]

[He can't relax yet. The moment he allows himself to relax, he's going to fall apart. And right now, for Guy's sake, he needs to hold himself together.]

...I should be able to make it there on my own, with a bit of help.

[That's a little better. About as good as it's going to get, anyhow. Ginji tosses the towel onto his left shoulder so it won't get in the way, and nods at Mia's question.] Mhm...I expect so.

[He offers a ready hand to Ion, though his smile's a sad one.] That's what we're here for, anyway.

Forgive me, but you need all the help we can offer you. [She doesn't even need to use Psynergy to be able to tell. At least they shouldn't need to carry him.]

We'll need the last of the dry towels to make sure he's warm enough.

[She reaches for Ion's other hand, ready to put his arm over her shoulders. Once Ginji does the same, they can head for the living room.]

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