Yeah...he was, so I thought he'd be out here...[he trails off when something drips onto him...and he looks up to see the body hanging above him, with blood still dripping from the words carved on it. So he'll just be staring, horrified at it]
He's somewhere on top of the rubble of one of the walls. He's in too much pain to concentrate on using the ring; a couple of bones are broke, he'd bloody, and his leg is lodged underneath a rather large, jagged rock, which is cutting into his flesh. The upper half of his body is left hanging over the edge of the rubble, his arms dangling. The journal is on the ground, directly beneath him, and he's struggling to reach for it. His fingers are barely able to touch it.]
C-come on, come on. [He coughs, and that hurts. He grits his teeth in determination, his middle finger finally finding its way underneath the cover of the journal. He lifts the cover, slowly, and he brightens up!]
YES!! [shouting that sends a surge of pain through him, probably due to the broken ribs. He jerks, and the cover slips away from his finger. Horrified, Kyle shouts again.] FUCK!! [aaand he's jerking in pain again, squeezing his eyes shut as he feels tears start to pool at the corners of them. HURTS SO BAD, MANG.]
[As soon as Kanda says Noah, he activates his Innocence and starts looking around, then when he hears Kyle's voice...he turns in the direction and tries to spot him in the rubble]
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I didn't know how to say that without being blunt.
Who would do this?
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I'll be right there, Kyle! Just hang on!
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Kyle?
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Oi, what the hell is this about?
[wasn't paying much attention]
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Oh, hey. Late night, guys?
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Kyle's somewhere off into the distance. He can't hear you!
SALTY TEAHS.]
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Claire...we got called out here about a body.
What are you doing out here? And have you seen Kyle?
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evenly]
Let's get on with finding the body already.
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I stayed late at work. I was on my way back--I haven't seen any bodies or Kyle. Was he the one who called you out here?
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Hanging chained upside down, arms spread.
Daisya.
He draws his sword immediately, the shock on his face turning dark]
Noah.
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Where's Kyle?
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He's somewhere on top of the rubble of one of the walls. He's in too much pain to concentrate on using the ring; a couple of bones are broke, he'd bloody, and his leg is lodged underneath a rather large, jagged rock, which is cutting into his flesh. The upper half of his body is left hanging over the edge of the rubble, his arms dangling. The journal is on the ground, directly beneath him, and he's struggling to reach for it. His fingers are barely able to touch it.]
C-come on, come on. [He coughs, and that hurts. He grits his teeth in determination, his middle finger finally finding its way underneath the cover of the journal. He lifts the cover, slowly, and he brightens up!]
YES!! [shouting that sends a surge of pain through him, probably due to the broken ribs. He jerks, and the cover slips away from his finger. Horrified, Kyle shouts again.] FUCK!! [aaand he's jerking in pain again, squeezing his eyes shut as he feels tears start to pool at the corners of them. HURTS SO BAD, MANG.]
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Kyle?!
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