Who:
a_general_chaos //
silencesong //
firstclasswings //
slays_in_heels //
blackhole_revel //
eveningladies //
frost_la_magra //
mercuryquick //
freedomonwings //
not_puppet //
revengebound //
onegil //
superninjayuf //
1led_them //
ridiculoushair //
unlocked_hart //
13sugars //
andaateikaahrr //
hellsingmaster // OPEN
When: After
this.
Where: Streets of Paradise
Rating: Pg probably
Summary: ShinRa's General gets to work...and the city pays the price.
Kill them. Kill them allAnd so he was, without thought, without mercy. No less than fifteen had fallen to his sword; the
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God, he was loathing that now. His shoulder felt dislocated, and his head was ringing louder than anything else. "You're shouting, please stop shouting." His voice was barely even a croak, pain lancing through his body in waves. Oh yeah, this was good.
Pulling himself, trying to sit, his foot caught, and Hannibal groaned. Yeah; this wasn't good. "Holy shit, someone cut the fucker off." Any movement made his head swim and Hannibal was fighting to keep his stomach from rolling.
It was times like these he could almost miss being un-dead.
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"What've you done?" He saw those tight lines of pain, the blood matting her hair to her face. If she was concussed, or worse... "Let me see your side."
He managed to pull himself sitting, leaning heavily to one side and ignoring the foot, oh, the foot that might just come off if the skin tore. His shoulder needed putting back in place, his brain needed unscrambling, but he could deal. "You're bleeding buckets, Blondie."
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She looked down to her leg, wrinkling her nose in displeasure. That thing lodged in it needed to come out. "I've bled worse before," she said, "I'm more worried about you." Buffy took a deep breath, looking him directly in the face as her hands gripped the piece of debris in her leg and moved it slightly. "That isn't a fun feeling," she grunted ( ... )
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"It's just," No, she was right, his foot was out. No way it would work. "My shoulder, my left shoulder's out." He was trying to think of ways to stem her bleeding. His head wasn't bleeding much, the glancing blow from whatever landed on his head dealt the damage and he was clotting. It was fine.
Buffy was starting to bleed again.
"Here," he tried to unclip one of the holsters, but his fingers didn't seem to want to work. "Unclip it, use it as a tourniquet." At the very least they could slow her bleeding enough. "I'm fine, c'mon, you gotta stop bleeding."
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Yet.
He was right; she was losing a lot of blood. Buffy slowly leaned forward, grimacing as she reached and undid the holster. She whimpered as she strapped it tightly around her leg, trying to put pressure above the wound, where it would make the bleeding stop. "I've been worse than this, and I'm not exactly worried about me right now," she muttered, limping to move behind him. She knelt, despite the pain, and placed her hands on his left arm - one just above the elbow, the other at his wrist.
"You ready?"
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He just had to keep breathing, not bite his tongue, that was all. It was nothing worse than anything else. But putting the shoulder back in place was ten times worse than having it yanked from the socket and as Buffy used that unnatural strength to snap his shoulder back where it ought to be, Hannibal managed to keep the noise to a groan of pain rather than a shout.
"Oh, that's gonna smart." Breath through it, don't puke and don't pass out. He'd manage. Even with the lingering shoots of pain, the twitch of his fingers as the nerves made themselves known. He hardly noticed that his arm had been cut.
"Well this is a fine day."
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Which meant he would need some kind of support.
He didn't plan on using her. She was roughed up just as bad, worse maybe, than he was. "Are there any rods? Or poles or anything that makes a decent height?" She needed to sit down. "Hey," he raised a hand to trail over her wrist, a soft presence against her unbattered arm. "It's okay, give it a minute."
It wasn't the best place to stop, under the rubble, still in danger. But Hannibal would rather she rest a litte before she fell down.
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Buffy's gaze dropped to his hand, and she let her own fingers rest against his wrist, giving it a gentle squeeze. It was comfort, something they both needed. Even if everyone else was dead, the two of them weren't alone, and as much as that was not ideal, it was something ( ... )
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Until he spotted her with the pipe, until her apologies started and then he knew the dislocated shoulder had nothing on this. Moving his leg wasn't too bad, exceptionally uncomfortable in that way you know it's going to hurt in the next few seconds and there's nothing to do about it. He could feel the burn of bile in his throat.
The clench of his jaw almost hurt as much as the pressure she put on his foot as she strapped the pipe around his foot. She was right, it hurt a hell of a lot worse than hell. Even as his face tightened with the pain and his breathing stopped for a sheer minute, Hannibal couldn't stop from groaning out loud and getting painfully close to that scream.
"Oh, sweet Jesus, stop." He swore to God he would not pass
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"Can you get up yet? Or do you need longer?" she asked, trying to deflect the conversation from her decreasing blood supply, back to just getting out of that damn place. She needed to get him safe, so she could come back, and find Giles and Deacon, and anyone else, really.
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"Yeah," he'd fight through it, and they'd move, and they'd both go to the clinic and he'd make sure she got taken care of too. He would. "Help me up and I'll manage." That was one hell of a joke.
Regardless of how much he didn't want to strain her, how badly he wanted to get there on his own steam so that she wasn't hurt any further trying to help him, he knew for a fact the moment he put any weight on that foot his whole leg would give way under him. He was as good as disabled right about now.
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