[semi-closed; incomplete]
WHO: Musashi oldman_devilbat, Kobayakawa Sena speedy_devilbat
WHAT: Musashi figures it might be good to perhaps stop and ensure Sena doesn't bleed to death in transit after his fight with a mountain lion.
WHERE: Empty house, #36
WHEN: Day 155 (bit back-dated!)
Musashi hadn't really known what to do with Sena. He wasn't exactly versed in what to do when your kouhai passes out from blood loss after turning into a dog to save you from a mountain lion. He was pretty sure, in fact, that that particular bit of information was not covered in any handbook, anywhere.
He'd started out towards Hiruma and Claire's house just because he'd had no idea what else to do, but after a while he'd begun to realize that Sena might not actually make it that far. Musashi's shirtsleeves were getting more and more soaked through with his teammate's blood, and the normally serious face was now pressed a little too tight, a little too pale.
So he'd shouldered his way into the first empty-looking house he'd seen, number 36, laid Sena down on one of the few pieces of sparse furniture there. It had taken just a few minutes to rip his shirt into suitable, if temporary and unsanitized, bandages, and a few minutes more to apply them. By the time he was done he looked as though he'd been the one to face the cat's claws, and the face under the smeared blood was even paler than before.
He'd need some air before he continued. After checking to make sure that Sena wasn't going to die any time soon, after scrawling a quick note to Hiruma and Claire in the journal, he stepped outside the house onto the porch. He leaned over the balcony there, took a few long swallows of the evening air.
Despite his calm face, despite his cool tones and mannerisms, this was all new. This was all new and, right now, all very alarming.
WHAT: Musashi figures it might be good to perhaps stop and ensure Sena doesn't bleed to death in transit after his fight with a mountain lion.
WHERE: Empty house, #36
WHEN: Day 155 (bit back-dated!)
Musashi hadn't really known what to do with Sena. He wasn't exactly versed in what to do when your kouhai passes out from blood loss after turning into a dog to save you from a mountain lion. He was pretty sure, in fact, that that particular bit of information was not covered in any handbook, anywhere.
He'd started out towards Hiruma and Claire's house just because he'd had no idea what else to do, but after a while he'd begun to realize that Sena might not actually make it that far. Musashi's shirtsleeves were getting more and more soaked through with his teammate's blood, and the normally serious face was now pressed a little too tight, a little too pale.
So he'd shouldered his way into the first empty-looking house he'd seen, number 36, laid Sena down on one of the few pieces of sparse furniture there. It had taken just a few minutes to rip his shirt into suitable, if temporary and unsanitized, bandages, and a few minutes more to apply them. By the time he was done he looked as though he'd been the one to face the cat's claws, and the face under the smeared blood was even paler than before.
He'd need some air before he continued. After checking to make sure that Sena wasn't going to die any time soon, after scrawling a quick note to Hiruma and Claire in the journal, he stepped outside the house onto the porch. He leaned over the balcony there, took a few long swallows of the evening air.
Despite his calm face, despite his cool tones and mannerisms, this was all new. This was all new and, right now, all very alarming.