[ACCIDENTAL VOICE POST - DON'T ASK HOW IT JUST HAPPENED OKAY LOVE IT]
"Kurosaki, I don't mean to understate this, but I'm convinced a rabies-infected baboon hold those eggs with more care."
"SHUT UP. Just because I'm not a fucking FAIRY."
"Hurry up. I don't want to miss the train because you're bickering."
"There's no point if we just have to
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The pain was so thorough that he could smell his burnt skin before he could feel it. His glasses were long-gone, though he felt some remnant of an arm clinging in his hair. His arms were charred; he squinted at the near-black flesh and tried not to think of it, tried to stand, first, because there were people in that train and Doumeki, and Kurosaki, and -- shit. His ankle buckled, and Ishida wasn't aware of the warmth of the liquid trickling from the wound in his abdomen, where some shrapnel from the train must have lodged. But it hurt.
He knew it hurt. Squinting, teeth grit, struggling with the pain as he had before, Ishida focused enough to whip the reishi around him into motion, to support his ankle (snapcrackgrinding), and allow him to stumble]
[Cough, hack, etc, cough] DOUMEKI--? KUROSAKI?
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he heard Ishida call his name-- he sounded very close, though Ichigo could barely make out his outline in the thick dust and smoke. when he opened his mouth, nothing came out except a soft groan, his tongue and teeth seeming to stick together with the mixture of blood and smoke. he tried again. ]
'shi--sh'da.
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Kurosaki?
[ He hadn't yelled much, but already he felt hoarse, as if he'd swallowed ash. The syllables of his name caught, through the chaos of what sounded overdramatically like the end of the world. Spirit threads a'pullin', Ishida made his way toward the orange that wasn't fire]
Kurosaki.
[Shit. Squinting, squinting, and he hoped he didn't look that bad even in focus.]
Can you move?
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slowly, slowly, he slid up the wall, gathering his feet under him and almost sighing in relief to be able to put most of his weight on them. sufficiently standing, he looked around for Ishida again-- he looked like shit, his glasses missing, his hair matted to the side of his head, part of his face singed, a huge fucking hole in the middle of his stomach. Ichigo hoped he didn't look much worse off. ]
Y-Yeah. Wh--'meki?
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Balancing more on the one foot than the other, because even with the threads, it hurt -- Ishida swallowed, dry smokey air, not enough spit, and his voice cracked with concern]
I--I'm not sure, can't see, I can't --
[Who knew where he could have been blown? Not being able to see, that make it that much more of a nightmare.]
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fuck. Ichigo coughed, finally, blood mixing with saliva mixing with dust and ash. that was a little better. ]
We'll find 'im. [ he ground out, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand before it twisted into a scowl. ]
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he hoped doumeki hadn't been blown too far, hoped -- no, not time for hope, only action, only ignoring the blood bubbling in his throat from the metal in his gut, and trying not to cough at the smoke. ]
Yeah.
[ as if it were a certainty, when he could heard nothing but fire and the train crumpling, faint cries, no low groan. when he could see nothing, but he strove for a familiar splotch of color, a vaguely humanoid shape. ]
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