Alucard-Ryuuji-Adam and anyone else who is at the hospital RP!
Continued from here.
Okay. Adam had come, stopped the fight, got rid of the demon and somehow transported them into the hospital wing? Ryuuji looked around himself wildly for Alucard, breathing a sigh of relief when he saw the wolf. They were both a mess, Ryuuji's mesh shirt hanging from a few threads over his shoulders and Alucard's silvery fur spotted with squirming white maggots, blood streaking it red just as Ryuuji's torso was a mess of deep red gashes from the demon's claws, one arm ripped clear down to the bone so that the white of it showed under the dripping wound.
Sword still clutched in his left hand, the metal of the blade stained with red rivulets of blood, disgusting bits of decomposing flesh clutching to it, Ryuuji took a deep breath, then looked around. Hopefully there weren't any other patients still around, otherwise this would be difficult to explain. Swaying slightly, he glanced down at himself, only now taking stock of his own injuries.
Right. About three long slashes on his chest that would need stitches, an incredibly deep one on his arm, milder scratches all over, and a general icky feeling of being covered in blood and exhausted, magical abilities currently exhausted from the effort of taking the demon out of Alucard's soul and into the real world.
Another deep breath, and the air tasted like blood, Ryuuji swaying very faintly on the spot. He'd need blood replenishers. And stitches. Using the sword as a semi-cane, he asked the wolf, "Can you transform back? I'll see if anyone is here, and get some blood replenishers. I know what they look like. And something to stitch myself up with."
What he'd really like though, first and foremost, would be a shower. And a change of clothes.
((Nemo-mun, Grant-mun, if you guys still want Ryuuji involved, he's now at the hospital itself.))
Okay. Adam had come, stopped the fight, got rid of the demon and somehow transported them into the hospital wing? Ryuuji looked around himself wildly for Alucard, breathing a sigh of relief when he saw the wolf. They were both a mess, Ryuuji's mesh shirt hanging from a few threads over his shoulders and Alucard's silvery fur spotted with squirming white maggots, blood streaking it red just as Ryuuji's torso was a mess of deep red gashes from the demon's claws, one arm ripped clear down to the bone so that the white of it showed under the dripping wound.
Sword still clutched in his left hand, the metal of the blade stained with red rivulets of blood, disgusting bits of decomposing flesh clutching to it, Ryuuji took a deep breath, then looked around. Hopefully there weren't any other patients still around, otherwise this would be difficult to explain. Swaying slightly, he glanced down at himself, only now taking stock of his own injuries.
Right. About three long slashes on his chest that would need stitches, an incredibly deep one on his arm, milder scratches all over, and a general icky feeling of being covered in blood and exhausted, magical abilities currently exhausted from the effort of taking the demon out of Alucard's soul and into the real world.
Another deep breath, and the air tasted like blood, Ryuuji swaying very faintly on the spot. He'd need blood replenishers. And stitches. Using the sword as a semi-cane, he asked the wolf, "Can you transform back? I'll see if anyone is here, and get some blood replenishers. I know what they look like. And something to stitch myself up with."
What he'd really like though, first and foremost, would be a shower. And a change of clothes.
((Nemo-mun, Grant-mun, if you guys still want Ryuuji involved, he's now at the hospital itself.))