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Who: Rorschach, Nina and Sohki
When: Just after this conversation.
Where: Where Rorschach was attacked, Outlander Block
Format: Paragraph, past tense
What: Sohki honours Priscilla's request and goes to pick Rorschach up.
Warnings: None, as of yet.

Comments

don't mind me, short post is short 8D;

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The 40-something vigilante didn't react when the lightning struck -- not visibly, anyway. He did lift his gaze from the ground after shutting off the Forge, but he didn't do much else.

He grumbled a little ungratefully, looking up at the other after a moment. ".... Headquarters?"

T'is okay!

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The mask bloodied mask the other half-wore was rather intriguing, and the Kirin found himself rather curious. Now was hardly the time for such things though, and he'd have to take this one to where Priscilla was.

"Aa, well the place where others seem to be gathering~" Sohki explained as his movements slowed down to an eventual stop. While his eyes always seemed to remain closed, his face still down-turned to regard the injured man, "Can you move at all?"

The fastest way to travel would be to reveal his true form, but he could hardly place the injured man on his back should it come to it. If he couldn't move, then he'd simply have to travel in his human form.

/sneaks in!

[likethebeast]

Nina's arrival was later than she would have liked, and seeing Rorschach's prone form on the ground made her think for a moment that she'd been too late. But by the way he other man, the only vaguely familiar one Priscilla must have dispatched, was addressing that form, she'd still made it in time. If only just.

Taking her gun in one hand (always prepared, of course) she hurried to their sides.

"Rorschach... I got here as soon as I could. How is it?"

*stole Sherlock Holmes on DVD from her work today* :3 *watchan it* I-I'll bring it back tomorrow!

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It was his face. The flesh-and-blood one underneath was the real mask. He stared back at the other, then without answering the question got to his knees. He was acutely aware that if he got up any farther, the little strength he had left was going to be sapped. "Can move. Not much."

She was standing behind him now, and Rorschach turned his head a little, bony chin drooping against his neck. He didn't say anything to her for a moment, a little dizzy, but did grunt in response. Then, "Am fine, Miss Fortner. You do not need to be so worried. Flesh wounds." He leaned forward a little, bracing himself against his hands as he reached for his hat, grasping it by the tips of his gloved fingers and pulling it backward toward him. "Killer is fast. Faster than me; superhumanly so. Was caught offguard."