video | username: NAILS | sometime after powers go all cray

[nichocolatine]

[ oh hey alastair. 'sup. how's your day going? probably loads better than badou's, if the sudden video broadcast of what has to be the saddest image to grace this freaky network is of any indication. he's on the ground somewhere outside, probably deep into the island's forests from the look of all the dirt and greenery, but it's kinda hard to focus on the setting when you factor in the rest of him.

real talk? he ain't looking so good. bruised, beaten, and bleeding, he looks like he got into a fight with a demon-possessed blender and, not only did he lose, but that blender pretty much made him its bitch.

speaking of — son of a bitch that hurt. and not just in one area, either, it was one of those great "all over even where the sun don't shine" kinda pains and it's a wonder he hasn't cried or died from it already. he looks on the verge of it though, both of those, probably gonna be at the same time but for now, for the blessed moment of now, he manages to keep it together. ]

So, uh. s'There a doctor in the house?

[ help, he's fallen and he can't get up.

he's moving, at least, if the stilted way he tries to wiggle a hand into one of his pockets can even be counted as "moving." it takes him far too long, with a lot of guttural muttering, but eventually he manages to fish out a single cigarette. this he shakily lifts up to his mouth, which unfortunately bobs precariously since he can't seem to stop talking. ]

Preferably one that ain't gotta wave a wand at me, f'you catch my drift, I'm thinking I reached my """"magic"""" quota for the day, thanks. [ bitter? who? him? ] Just a head's up — if walk in on a blue tattooed thing wandering 'round looking like he might wanna murder ya, SPOILERS he's gonna wanna murder ya so, y'know, don't.

[ shaky hands bring up a lighter, and the flame comes dangerously close to his nose as he tries to light the cigarette hanging from his lips. ]

Sonuvabitch made me waste an entire magazine on him too, where the hell am I gonna get more of that 'round here, huh—

[ he cuts off suddenly, watching in horror as the cigarette falls from his mouth, landing uselessly beside his head. it seems the last of his strength leaves him in that moment, his hands also falling uselessly to his sides.

he draws in a deep, shaky breath, staring up blanking into the sky. for a second, just silence.

and then, in a glorious wail— ]

I FUCKING HATE IT HEEEEEEERE!

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voice, @TARANTO

[heavyhitter]

[ she's about to demand what happened, but
"blue tattooed thing"
ah ]

You gotta keep an eye on the network. He had a warning up and everything!

[nichocolatine]

[ excuse you, ramir, this is at most 50% his fault. it wasn't like he went out of his way to seek the guy out ]

Yeah, okay, sure, lemme make a note of that for my next life.

[heavyhitter]

I'm just saying! The dude's a known issue, you gotta keep an eye out for that shit if you wanna avoid him.

[ but. he does look pretty miserable. and since he helped her she's obligated to give a shit.

a little more gently: ] I'm not a doctor, but I could come keep you company until we grab one. Expert cigarette lighting and great jokes offered whenever you need 'em, it's a free service I provide.

[nichocolatine]

If you ain't gonna mind the mess, sure, why not...

[ there's a brief pause as badou's gaze shifts past her holographic image. he looks pensive... but kind of begrudgingly so. ]

This kinda stuff's happened before?

[strikingtwice]

[He doesn't even know the man's name yet but Meallan didn't actually mind him, and so seeing him injured is more than a little concerning.]

Someone attacked you? Why?

[and are we sure it wasn't something you said, badou?]

I'm afraid I don't know much healing magic even if you didn't mind it, but if you need help getting somewhere safer...

[nichocolatine]

[ wow?? that's rude why does everyone automatically think this is his fault?

(because it kind of sort of partly is. shhh.) ]

Who knows? [ badou's got a pretty good idea, but he's also pretty sure he ain't even got half the story. ]

Maybe he got a thing against redheads...

[strikingtwice]

[Well at least he's not so badly hurt that he can't make light of the situation. Meallan doesn't know him well but that's generally a good sign, right?]

I'll have to keep an eye out in that case.

Have you managed to find a healer?

video | username: Tohsaka Rin

[defenceless]

[wait, "nails"? that "nails"?

it's a video feed, but he will likely hear her screeching, first, at this rate.]

Oh, what the hell?!

[then, slightly softer (read: not much softer at all),]

What the hell did you do to yourself, you idiot?

[nichocolatine]

[ he visibly flinches, and for a moment he wonders what would be more painful: death by blue creature or little girl shrieking.

it's a toss up, tbh. ]

What the hell makes you think any of this's my fault, huh???

[ first thing's first! ]

[defenceless]

[excuse you?! she's not a little girl?]

What else could it be? It doesn't even matter. Where are you?

[wow, if he read into it far enough, it could almost sound like she's worried.]

video; un: deathweaver

[respired]

[ Scowls. Tattooed thing? ]

I told you to run.

[nichocolatine]

[ if badou were capable of the movement, now would probably be the time he'd bring his hands up to his ears, close his eyes, and scream LA LA LA CAN'T HEAR YOOOOOOOU

because he's five.

as it is, all he can manage is a grimace that borders between horror and irritation. ]

Ya got a lotta nerve showing your face to my face, buddy! After I went an' shot ya up real nice, too, just like ya wanted! [ ish??// ]

[respired]

[ CRY MORE

CCRRRYYY

MORE ]

I do not run from my actions.

The point stands.

voice; un: swan

[sheriffing]

Well, that makes most of us.

[She'd feel worse for him if the request for medical assistance hadn't ended in complaining. Does anyone like it here?]

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[nichocolatine]

[ heartless, emma... so heartless... ]

'Kay but how many of ya just had a giant deathmatch with Mr. Blue Balls over there, huh???

[sheriffing]

Can you not call him that?

[That's not okay, damn.]

voice | un: yukimura

[dairekka]

I know of a couple of healers, but they seem to be more of the... "magic" school of healers.

[Ah, that yelling. HE CAN FEEL YOUR INNER PAIN, LOUD STRANGER. HE EMPATHISES. To some extent at least.]

I would have thought it would be better to choose the quicker healing option, and then work to avoiding injury and dangerous magic in the future once you are well again?

[LOGIC.]

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[nichocolatine]

[ LOGIC ]

That's nice an' all, 'cept magic's part of the reason I'm so fucked right now in the first place, so I ain't really inclined to be getting any of that shit in me, y'know what I mean?

[dairekka]

[Don't dismiss his logic.]

So you would rather remain in pain, and at a physical disadvantage to the one who harmed you than accept the help of someone with beneficial magic at hand... just because they'd be using magic?

[No... no he doesn't see..............]

text; @terrorfirma

[terrormine]

[aka before I forget again]

Heh. Karma.

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[nichocolatine]

[ who the heck is this... musta been someone he really fucked up if they're crying karma. ]

Actually, it's "Badou."

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[terrormine]

[yes and no... the world isn't only made out of big shits, after all]

Heard you after the first time, Baddie.

Text; un: Silk

[blacksilk]

Are you being helped? I can muster up a bit of first aid to help you.

You don't seem to look

[Of course, he had been typing as he watched the post. Then, Badou collapsed. Chrollo stopped. He shook his head and moved on.]

You may want to stay still and stop screaming.

[nichocolatine]

[ maaaaaaaaaaaaan why's he gotta read... he's dYINg... he's Tired...! ]

Can ya muster up a bit more than a "bit" of first aid? Like — four of that, maybe?

[blacksilk]

Fourth aid? [Chrollo's lips, unseen, curled into a smile.]

I'm capable of stitching someone up. I don't have much in the way of dulling the pain, though. To add to all of that, I don't know the extent of your injuries.

Would you like me to go to you?