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Night 46: Cafeteria

Jan 10, 2010 18:37

[from here]Beatrix shouldered the door open and helped Lugnut get over to the nearest table. The Cybertronian was big and heavy, but the Bride didn't have too much trouble. Her eyes did a quick scan of the area, looking for immediate threats before she flicked the blood off her katana and sheathed the weapon ( Read more... )

beatrix, meche, sora, lugnut, remy, scott pilgrim, hk-47

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hailmegatron January 11 2010, 02:30:00 UTC

Lugnut had taken as much of his own weight as he could, squinting past the flash and smoke, and had done his very best not to collapse when the human had led him to someplace to sit.

Despite that, he was breathing fast, pain clear on his face as he dropped the baseball bat to the floor next to him, and looked around. Slag, he'd left his flashlight on the floor of the sunroom....

When the human spoke to him, he stared at the knife in her hand for a few long moments. "Of course I can," he said, eventually, though he sounded not-entirely-sure; was she going to cut it out? Allspark, humans were messy creatures. "My leg needs bandaging, as well."

arc_wrench January 11 2010, 02:37:38 UTC

As loathe as HK was to leave the fight when there was still a chance (he wished to take down the meatbag, he had followed the others out the door, keeping his eyes trained on the heat signature of the bag-wearing meatbag until it was out of sight.

"Statement: I can make the bandages," he said, sighing quietly as he dropped his weapons to take off his shirt. He didn't like having to look at more meatbag skin, especially when it was his. Not that it was bad looking by meatbag standards, far from it. It was at least close to the color of his original chassis. But it was still squishy.

He sat down on the floor, cutting strips out of the shirt with his knife. He had a few bruises from falling when the meatbag tripped him, but those were certainly not enough to bother him, unless he felt like whining.

quickdrawbkiddo January 11 2010, 02:47:40 UTC

"We'll get your leg too," Beatrix replied, cutting away Lugnut's shirt surrounding the wound. She probed around the wound with her fingertips, actually trying to be gentle considering how not gentle removing the bullet would be.

"It's a good thing it's a 9mm. Less chance of fragmenting," she said calmly. "Now, this is really going to hurt. I suggest biting on the base of your bat to keep from breaking your teeth."

She positioned her knife and, after a glance at the Cybertronian's face, she started working on getting the bullet out. She'd done this many a time throughout the years on herself. At least Lugnut had more than enough muscle that the bullet seemed to not have hit bone.

hailmegatron January 11 2010, 03:55:54 UTC

Lugnut hissed at the probing, and-- hesitantly-- brought the bat up as instructed. The human seemed to know what she was doing, at least, and he bit down, watching the knife warily.

When she cut in, he screamed.

It was not a sound Lugnut often made, unfitting for a Decepticon and a former gladiator, and by all rights he should have felt ashamed of himself... but oh, by the well, that hurt.

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itstaichoutoyou January 14 2010, 06:11:55 UTC

[from here]

While they were still close to the fighting next door, Hitsugaya felt relieved with the Sun Room behind him and waited for Kratos and Hokuto to follow after him.

It looked like another group of patients was already in there, but Hitsugaya disregarded them. All Hitsugaya cared was getting his team down to the basement before the night ended. Whoever was first or second was a trivial matter.

akarusa January 14 2010, 06:45:33 UTC

Hokuto winced as she ran into the kitchen; there was a strong smell of blood. Considering where they were going, she couldn't help but remember when Hisoka died; it made her a little afraid to look around, but the visible source of the blood was clearly very much alive--and in a hell of a lot of pain.

She didn't recognize any of the people, but that didn't matter. In a bare whisper to Hitsugaya, hopefully only audible to him, she asked "Can we help them?" She could see a bullet on the table, so it was all too obvious what had happened. And if they didn't stop to help someone who'd just been shot, then what were they doing here at all?

spandexorgtfo January 14 2010, 06:57:03 UTC

Kratos was glad that they had managed to get through the Sun Room without any trouble, but all thoughts of such were wiped from his mind when the stench of blood hit him in the cafeteria. This was one of the few instances where he was actually glad that his senses were dulled; there might have been some intense sensory overload if it had been otherwise.

And although he could not hear all of what Hokuto was saying to Hitsugaya, Kratos could surmise the gist of what she was telling him. "We should keep moving; it looks to me as if they have things under control," he said, dropping his voice to a volume similar to Hokuto's. They had a mission, after all, and that - in his opinion, at least - deserved to come first, especially since time was limited.

Ultimately, though, it would be up to Hitsugaya to determine their course of action. Kratos was willing to use his magic to close up the other patient's wound if asked, but it would mean one less spell he could afford for their own team.

itstaichoutoyou January 14 2010, 07:59:31 UTC

Hitsugaya had seen the blood, but because the other man's wound hadn't seemed fatal, he had dismissed the other group. His team was running short on time, and he agreed with Kratos - the mission came first. Unfortunately, he could almost hear a pleading tone in Hokuto's voice. The fact that Hitsugaya wasn't completely unsympathetic to the wounded man's whimpering and crying didn't help the situation. This was one of those times that a conscience was a hindrance. He definitely wasn't going to make a habit out of this. There was a reason he wasn't a member of the 4th division - healing just wasn't his thing ( ... )

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sheisthecause January 19 2010, 05:31:36 UTC

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Oh, God, there were screams coming from in here too. Meche spun toward the source, expecting another fight, but it turned out to be two people getting a bullet out of someone. Great. Something else that was almost sure to rattle this poor kid; exactly what she didn't want. She tried to find a spot for them that was both far enough away from the injured man that they couldn't smell all the blood and near enough to the door that she could see what was going on. There wasn't really anywhere that fit both categories well.

"Remy," she said, "just listen to me for a second, okay? Everyone who's been hurt, they'll be bandaged in the morning. Wounds heal faster than usual in here. And tomorrow that cre--that guy with the gun will be back to normal and he'll probably feel terrible." She forced a pained half-smile. "Things will be all right. But you see why it's better to have friends around."

tiny_chef January 19 2010, 08:52:47 UTC

Remy rushed along next to Meche, trying to keep up as well as he could. Paying attention to the fight they were leaving behind them wouldn't help any more than trying to be involved in it; bullets were fast, and running was what he knew. Once they were en route to the cafeteria, he didn't spare a second thought for the events of the battle, except to hope that nobody would be killed.

There was a lot of noise in the cafeteria, when they got there: a guy on a table was screaming, and two other people were doing things to him. Remy allowed Meche's words to distract him, although his impulse was to keep moving. He listened to her with wide, terrified-looking eyes, then nodded.

"I didn't listen. I know. I... Why is it so different at night? Wh-why is he screaming? We aren't going to have to go back past that guy again, are we? Are we ( ... )

sheisthecause January 19 2010, 18:36:48 UTC

"It's okay." Obviously it wasn't, but what else was she supposed to say at a time like this? "The man over there's been shot," she pressed on, trying to choose her words carefully to avoid upsetting Remy any more than she had to. "His friends are helping to get the bullet out. I know it sounds scary, but that's the only way he's going to get better." She was just praying she didn't have to do any of that herself. Patching up injuries was one thing, but extracting bullets was definitely another. Even if she'd had the right tools, she wasn't sure she'd know where to begin ( ... )

tiny_chef January 21 2010, 02:35:13 UTC

Until recently, if Remy or someone like him had been shot with a bullet, there would have been nothing left of the unfortunate victim except a cautionary tale, or possibly a cautionary tail. (The lack of a tail was another thing he'd had to adjust to so far, along with the loss of his fur, but at least he didn't have to worry about his tail getting stuck or amputated somewhere. It now seemed like it would have been a distinct possibility ( ... )

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