Characters: Jotaro Kujo (
istoppedtime), Fai D Flourite (
magicwhistle)
When: Early morning after the earthquake
Where: Random abandoned shop
Rating: PG-13 for violence?
Summary: A rescue gone horribly wrong.
The snowstorm had died down somwhat now, and Jotaro could move more freely, or perhaps it was just the adrenaline. He'd made it a good distance across town and to the coordinates provided in record time - determined that this time, he'd get his target out alive. This time, he'd be there on time. He didn't know Johann Trinity as anything except a life that needed saving, but knew, keenly, that that life had not been saved.
Fai was easier to locate than Kamui had been. There was the glint of shattered glass, and the heavy smell of blood. As he hurried towards the injured man, he was less cautious, not entirely mindful of the glass. He snapped a curse as a careless gesture had his hand brushing against a surface covered with shards, blood staining the clear glass. Although with the amount of blood already all around, a few drops of his own didn't really matter.
"Fai, right?" He looked the other man over, unhappy with what he found. Not good... "We're getting out. Can you walk?"