[replica model] • LUKE FON FABRE (
fabrecation) wrote2012-05-14 03:18 am
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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/))
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/))
[Action]
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?
[Action]
...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.
[Action]
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.]
[Action]
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?
[Action]
[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.
[Action]
[He offers a ready hand to Ion, though his smile's a sad one.] That's what we're here for, anyway.
[Action]
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.]