[event] observation four; video

[soulblackened]

[The video opens with Astral, who looks... different. He's pitch-black now, opposed to his typical white and light blue. His markings are almost the same outside the vaguely heart-shaped red ones on his face. Did he get into a fight with that one Ferngully villain and lose? Yes, yes he did. The camera is at an odd angle above him, somehow it's

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[soulbondee]

[MEANWHILE, OUTSIDE AND SEVERAL STORIES BELOW THE ACTION OF THIS POST, YUMA IS

STRAIGHT UP JUST PASSED THE FUCK OUT IN A PILE OF GLASS. SOME OF THOSE BONES ARE DEFINITELY BROKEN AND OH HEY BLOOD, THAT'S A THING HERE TOO.

SUP.]

action; oh! there it is!

[maggotbone]

[Callie whisks away to the MAC, flapping her wings as she searches the ground. She finds the pile of glass and the poor broken body with a gasp.]

Oh my! You need to be taken to the hospital!

[She lands to his side, picking the glass away from him to try to make it easier to carry. No need to get cut now.]

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[soulbondee]

[The boy stirs a little at the sound of a voice, muscles in his face twitching. He tries turning his head towards the source of noise, but ow that stings.]

Astral...?

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[maggotbone]

Oh good, you're conscious!

[All done! Mostly? There's probably some more in places she can't really see. Oh well]

Oh no, no sweetie. It's Callie.

Hold on, I'm going to get you out of here.

[She brushes him off gently, lifting him up with ease]

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[soulbondee]

[He groans at being shifted around, part from pain but more for the disorientation. His head was throbbing. What was he doing? He tries turning his head the other way, but ow that stings too.

But the hand that reaches up, groping across his chest, finds the pendant of his necklace; he puffs a sigh of relief.]

Out of... huh?

[He doesn't seem inclined to struggle; just confused.]

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[maggotbone]

[She's too focused on bringing him to the hospital to really notice any attention to his chest]

Going up~

[She extends her wings and starts flying to the nearest clinic. He's pressed against her bosom in a guarding-like fashion]

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[soulbondee]

[It's probably a good thing he's not at peak condition, or else all this flying would end with the utterly predictable struggle for freedom and yet even more plummeting. And Yuma's had quite enough falling for one day.

He spends the bulk of the flight not realizing they're flying, hand tight on the Key, trying to piece together why everything hurts. And so, it's a couple minutes later that he pipes up again.]

Where is he?

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[maggotbone]

[She glances down a moment before looking on ahead]

Hm? Where's who?

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[soulbondee]

Astral! He's--

[And like fast forward Yuma lurches, as if trying to sit up from a couch, but one, being carried like this doesn't exactly allow that sort of freedom of motion, and two, ow he still has more broken bones than a thanksgiving turkey the next morning. Whatever he was going for cuts out for a groan of pain.]

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[maggotbone]

[She gasps, shhhing him and stopping mid-flight, flapping her wings to keep in a 'floating' position to settle him]

Shhhshhh~ Don't move around! Your poor little body is all mushed up! You have to thank your lucky stars you even survived the fall!

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[soulbondee]

Tch, this is nothing! [Like a dumbass, he is still trying to get up.] I have to save him!

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[maggotbone]

[She lands. He's struggling too much for the floating to be safe. Her wings retract]

Pish posh! You're in terrible shape, you can't save anyone like that. Please stop fidgeting, you're going to make it worse!

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[soulbondee]

[And not a moment too soon, as he's breaking out the kicking.]

Don't tell me what I can't do!

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[maggotbone]

[She lets him go with a squeak. Whoops]

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[soulbondee]

[Whoops. Yuma hits the ground but the tailbone, then flattens out on his back. He grimaces, exhaling sharply. BREATHE PAST THE PAIN, YUMA.]

I will save him!

[Now, a normal person might, at this point, try climbing to his feet. He would at that point realize that trying to put weight on a broken leg was foolish, and become docile. Yuma, unfortunately, doesn't do 'standing up like a normal person.' Yuma instead pulls his legs back toward his chest, rolling a bit backwards, bracing some weight on his hands--

and uses that momentum to fling himself into the air.]

I'll bring it to--

[Yet the moment he hits the ground, he crumples, legs easily giving way beneath him and arms hitting the ground hard. That neither looked nor sounded pretty.]

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[maggotbone]

Ohmygosh!

[Callie runs to his aid]