Sequence Six Ѽ Bleeding Effect 3 (character update)
Warnings: Blood and legitimate Brotherhood game shattering spoilers. Yup, it’s time he knows.
Effects: Feelings of accomplishment quickly replaced by deep dread and sorrow. One hell of a giant headache after watching this dream
Notes: This is the scene I tried to condense is here. Also, this is a character's update dream, so Desmond will be updated ( Read more... )
Effects: Feelings of accomplishment quickly replaced by deep dread and sorrow. One hell of a giant headache after watching this dream
Notes: This is the scene I tried to condense is here. Also, this is a character's update dream, so Desmond will be updated ( Read more... )
Desmond...?
( obviously, there is no answer that comes. shaken, she grabs her own dreamberry and gives it a hard shake or two before peering back into the lens of the "phone" to look at him. )
Des-!?
( shit! she would have screamed at him to hold on - but there was no point, it would have fallen onto deaf ears. rising from her seat, the dreamberry shut off once it was jammed into her pocket and as fast as she could force herself to do so, she was out the door, running through the snowy streets to get to his club.
they really needed to have their encounters cease being times when he was crumbling to the floor in pain from his dreams.
it took her some time, but eventually the woman was at the door. social politeness was tossed aside as she shoved on the door so hard it swung and met with the inner wall giving off a loud "slam" as she entered. she hadn't been to his place all that often, actually she couldn't really recall being there once before, but it took no time for Elena, rushing by tables, to see where he'd fallen - the mess of chairs helped with that, actually. skidding to a stop from her wet shoes when she saw his unconscious form lying on the ground, she dropped to her knees. the woman hesitated but lifted his head to her lap, pressing her fingers to the side of his neck to check for a pulse. relieved at it, she let a heavy sigh pass her lips. )
Desmond... ( her voice was small and she frowned in her distress for the man. ) Oh God, Desmond, please honey... Wake up...
( her palm touched his forehead, but the reporter knew - his eyes weren't going to open for some time. )
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[There's no way Elena would notice her arrival save the bang of the door - her boots are silent against the floor, despite all logic.]
Talking to him isn't going to do anything.
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the voice fell upon deaf ears for the moment, although after a short time's passing, it clicked in her mind that someone was speaking to her. it took her a moment to have her body register that her brain was telling it to move, but she lifted her head to look to the newcomer. )
Chalk it up to little comforts.
( not that she didn't agree. speaking with him wasn't going to magically pull him from a state of unconsciousness. turning her gaze down to the young man once more, though, she frowned all the deeper, gently stroking her palms against his hair and his cheek. on the bright side, with someone else present, she would have all the better luck getting the man to a hospital which he surely needed at this point. )
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[yeah, she's not at her most friendly. Elena can't blame her, though; neither of them are in the best frame of mind, after all. The brunette casts her hair over her shoulder in a wave before dropping to a crouch beside him, one hand resting on Desmond' chest. She doesn't bother speaking to him - what are the chances he can hear her? - but gives him a dark stare instead. How many times has she seen him struggling with himself, but refusing to get help?
[Would it have helped if she had pushed things before?]
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Possibly.
( Elena was more than well aware that she wouldn't manage to carry the assassin to a hospital herself. she'd have to drag him and probably just wind up hurting him more in the process of doing so. but that didn't mean she wanted him to be lying here alone, or, waiting longer for someone to come by just to sit with him during his unconscious state. obviously, by how swiftly the other girl had appeared, he wouldn't have been on the floor by himself for much longer than it had taken for her to arrive - but it changed nothing.
worry for friends was still honest to God worry and Elena had proven herself to be quite the master of the art. )
I was worried.
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Help me sit him up. [if she cares about Elena's worry, it doesn't show.] We have to get him out of here.
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Alright, on three then - yes?
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One- Two- Three. [and lifting-]
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Well, that wasn't so bad. ( now comes the hard part, lifting and dragging him off to a hospital. oh boy oh boy, fun times will be had. ) Now we just have to lift him off is all.
( honestly, where's a wheelchair when you need one? )
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Call someone. A doctor, or whatever. [they need a chair, at the very least, but something that moves so that they can get him out of there. Doesn't matter where.
[She could probably mock something up to roll a regular chair around, but that would take way too much time; she doesn't want to go to that effort if they can just call someone and get him out of there ASAP. She'd carry him herself if she thought Elena would be able to spot her, but the hospital is too far away for that.
[Isabelle curses under her breath.]
How is this even going to work-
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Naomi's comatose, she's the only Doctor I know - ( and then she cursed under her breath, annoyed with herself for getting to the bar without any sort of plan on how to help the man. tending to a cut on his forehead was one thing, hoisting his body and carrying him off was another. Elena wasn't the definition of "weak" but she wasn't really all that strong, either. guns suited her better than anything.
digging in her pocket for the dreamberry, the blond withdrew it and looked at it to see if there was anyone she could find to get them to come and help. )
( ooc should we tell Cat to jump in? )
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[Either way, she's still rolling her eyes.]
Just...I don't know. Call someone. Sitting here isn't going to do any good.
[ooc: yeees.]
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He carefully stepped into the main room, staying in the shadows as he watched them. It only took him a few seconds to recognize the blonde as someone he'd spoken to before, and from the way the brunette spoke it was clear they meant Desmond no harm.]
Let me see him. I know some first aid. [He moves from the shadows as he speaks, kneeling down next to Desmond.]
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- Elena was searching the "phone" for someone to call when she heard the voice of the man stepping from the shadows. she would have startled or reached for her gun if she hadn't recognized the voice. it was the man she continued to have random little conversations about religion and such with, the one that had looking really good in that shower like Desmond himself. she continued to wonder if they were related somehow but never bothered to ask the question. )
Altair... ( lucky that she was so good with names. still, the last time she had interacted with the man was allowing herself to look over him as he emerged from a shower and despite the situation at hand, she found herself blushing if only briefly. coughing gently, she shook it off and looked to Desmond rather than the other although that wasn't helping with them looking so similar to one another!
nodding to the man, she shifted gently to give Altair some room to join the other two and herself. )
Whatever you can do. ( she nods. ) ...and then maybe you can help us get him to the hospital?
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[Didn't matter, though. She shifts where she sits, moving to make room for Altair beside her, and eyeing him all the same.] I'd carry him there myself, but he's kind of big.
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Elena. [He gave her a brief nod as he ran a hand over Desmond's skull, checking for any bumps or wounds. A brief probe of him neck didn't reveal anything out of alignment and he places the novice's head back in Elena's lap.] He doesn't appear to have any injuries from his fall. It should be safe to move him.
[He turned to look at Izzy next, eying her for the validity of her last statement. He knew better than to underestimate someone based on only their looks, it's something all of his brothers and sisters take advantage of. She held herself with confidence, but not overconfidence, a line he'd learned to identify over the last year.]
Do you know any healers? The one I was familiar with is no longer here.
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