There's blood on my hands like the blood in you...

[deepestindigo]

In an alley behind a rather nice Chicago hotel, there's a blue-haired demon wrapped in a coat, with an overnight bag at her feet. She licks the blood off her crimson-and-black-splatered hands like it's no big deal, and tries to ignore the black blood running down her legs

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[trappedbyhate]

It's a weekend, so Mio is out on the town. And by out on the town, the narration means going to bars and inciting barfights. What she really needed was a target to hunt, but while she'd gotten a few leads on good prospects from a couple of victims' support groups, she hadn't managed to track down any of them yet. So in the meantime, she goes to bars and starts fights to bleed off the negative energy. It's not much, but it keeps her power in check and it keeps her from going insane.

Mio's walking past Indy when she feels the emotions coming off Indy. Detached upsetness--that's never a good sign. Usually people get like that when something really bad has happened that they can't process. Mio's never made any claims to be a Good Samaritan, but when faced with a person in need she usually tries to help out. She stops and looks at Indy.

"You're hurt," she says. She reaches into her purse to pull out a first aid kit. When you go places with the expectation of getting in fights, you learn to be prepared in case of injury. Opening it up, she takes out an antiseptic wipe and hands it to Indy. "Here, take this. Let me know if you need another."

[deepestindigo]

"Yeah," Indy says. "I've got... people coming. Which is good. People." She takes the wipe and opens her coat, peeling away the blood-soaked fabric underneath it.

"Um." She looks down at the gash on her abdomen. "I think I need a bigger... wipe. Thing." And she hasn't even gotten to the worst injury yet.

"I'm Indy. Hi."

[trappedbyhate]

Mio's not squeamish, but she does blanch a little bit when she sees the size of the gash. She wonders what happened, but she realizes that Indy might not want to share. Most people can be a bit touchy about talking about circumstances that led to them getting all cut up like that.

"I'm Mio. I'd say nice to meet you, Indy, but I think we both wish it was under better circumstances," Mio says. "I don't have any bigger wipes, but I do have more, and I've got bandages for when you've got that cleaned off as best you can. How long do you think it will be until your people get here?"