[The comm clicks on to the sound of debris moving, sometimes small clatters and other times something huge shifting. It continues through the post, in which Wolfwood sounds rather aggravated.]
Has anyone seen Sorata anywhere? I'm starting to think he isn't even up here. How long has it been? Uh... Shinji, you're still at the bar, right? Has he
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And his left leg is bent at an unnatural angle underneath him...
But, he's definitely stirring slightly. ]
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He shifted to a better position crouched carefully among the rubble, and started looking over his wounds more closely to make sure there he could even move him without killing him.]
You awake?
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He was quiet for a long minute, no longer trying to move, gathering his thoughts and remembering what had happened. He'd stopped off at home for a change of clothes... Dammit, everything hurt. His right arm was numb-worse than usual, higher up-and that wasn't a relief in the least. ]
I don't speak English. [ He replied weakly. In perfectly serviceable, albeit heavily accented, English. His mouth twitching in the ghost of a smile. But then he remembered: ]
There... there was a girl... outside. I was to the door.
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I know, dumbass. Got worse things to worry about...
[He frowned slightly at the mention of someone else. He looked... well, it was a little hard to tell where 'outside' was anymore, dark or no.]
I, uh... [He spoke slowly, hoping he'd understand the jist of it.] I've been looking for you a long time. I didn't see a girl. She may have been rescued already. [Or she was dead, but let's not complicate things right now.] Anyway, I need to get you to the hospital. Understand?
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[ Would be a joke if the effort wasn't so great. Finding the words were hard. Probably would be just as hard in Japanese. Another long silence, long pause. Head wound, he thinks. Thinking seems to take longer than it should. He slowly tries to shift, roll over, sit up, anything, and notices the glass at his collarbone, suppressing another pained sound. Slowly he moves his left hand over to it, feeling it in the dark. Too dark.
He almost groans, then lets his hand drop, feeling out for his right arm, right hand. The nerves are dead, but magically, he can poke his way down the limb, more or less, send his power there, out of the way. Have a light, Wolfwood-a small flicker of electricity in his palm. He resumes his prodding with his left, slow and deliberate, wincing as he discovers his broken ribs, the glass embedded in his skin. Needless to say (so of course he does): ] Ow.
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[Okay, help now, language barrier later. And of course he was at least a little worried; you're Shinji's close friend, after all. He started to look for the best way to lift him up when that crackle of electricity made him flinch, more than enough light for his sharp senses. He watched him prod for a moment until he went 'ow'; that was probably enough of that.]
Quit that. Hold still.
[He shifted his weight a little, moving an arm beneath Sorata's on his good side... this would be tricky, especially with his leg like that.]
This is going to hurt.
[He used both arms then and scooped him up bridal style, pushing to his feet as he lifted Sorata out of the rubble. The tricky part would be getting out of the building like this, but he'd manage.]
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You do care. [ He said, through grit teeth, breathing out all in a rush and gasping it back in. This was... annoying. That was the word. Embarrassing didn't cross his mind, but probably would have been more accurate. He created a light again, left handed this time, and used it to glare up at Wolfwood, trying to distract himself, right eye pressed closed to keep blood out. ] Don't worry, I won't tell.
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[In a way, he didn't. Why did it matter? Regardless, back to the task at hand. That light helped a little, and he picked his way carefully but swiftly through the broken wreckage of former homes. After spending most of the day searching through it all, it wasn't too difficult. He had to find the stairwell- what was left of it, at least.]
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[ Hero... hero-y? Hero-ish? He couldn't think of the word-heroic-and trailed off into a wince, the ball of electricity flickering and darting in his hand, trying to get away from him. He let his eyes drop closed. Opening them again seemed like such a waste. ]
Think I'll faint from blood loss. [ He announced, almost casually. His English slipping away from him. That wasn't quite right. I might faint, that was it. I'm about to faint... This was hard. He couldn't think straight. He spoke again, trailing off in the middle of the sentence as he really did pass out, if only for a minute or two. ] You should learn Japan...
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[There, the stairs... more or less intact. He worked his way down, slowed down by larger chunks of rubble or what have you that he had to climb over or go around. Once he got farther down, it would be easier- providing the rest of the building didn't decide to collapse while he was at it.]
Can't do anything about that. Might be better for you to be unconscious anyway. [Not really, that meant he was losing too much blood...]
Yeah, yeah... maybe later.
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Some of his wounds have closed on their own-the minor cuts, and some of the glass-studded ones, although in that case, it was only questionably 'good'; healing around glass not being the ideal. But his head wound is still oozing blood, probably nicely onto Wolfwood at this point. ]
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Yes, Sorata was out cold. He had to hurry. Holding him a little less carefully, he moved along, painstakingly slow at first. Luckily the rubble was becoming more sparse now, his surroundings once again beginning to resemble an apartment and not a devastated pile of junk. Once the path was clear and he could see well enough again, he ran, only his destination in mind. He wouldn't let Sorata die (again), not on his watch.]
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...Not very strong, though. Not because he's holding back, but because he's that weak right now. ]
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