[Narrative/Open end] Will we vanish to the sky?

[venusloveshock]

Characters: Minako Aino (Sailor Venus), Elaine... Open to people finding her.
Time: Evening of February 17
Location: Near the Hard Rock
Content: Minako gets her chance to meet Elaine
Warnings: Mmmm, some blood.
Format: Prose

Comments

[becauseimboring]

Clare whirled around ready to have to fight to protect Minako against... Batman? Well, sorta. He didn't have the cape... he also sounded younger. Also 'ready' might be overstating it, between her hair plastered to her forehead dangerously close to her eyes, and the pathetic look of her given her friend's state a fight would have been more blind punching and kicking. Thankfully Batman was generally a good guy from what little she knew of comics.

"No... I just found her," Clare was looking at Minako. She looked away at the broken window, then down at the ground trying to calm herself, the ice melting as if it were never there while Clare took several deep breaths. This didn't make any sense, Sailor Venus could take care of herself. And... the glass wasn't right for going through the window. It was too perfect, too many pieces embedded in skin. Like... the glass was a projectile, not Minako. "Will she be alright?"

[secondcity_npc]

The phone chirped once before a familiar voice piped up. "Hey, this network is complicated. A little glitch once in a while is to be expected. And Northwestern Memorial is nearby. You need an ambulance, chief?"

[nottheoldman]

Batman didn't looked toward neither the phone nor the girl, having his eyes a little more focused at the work at hand. He was careful to remove any pieces of glass that were small and non-life-threatening, patching the oddly-dressed woman up.

"That would probably be a good idea." His voice was level, far from the level of panic Clare seemed to be. From the condition the older woman seemed to be, she'd be alright, but he could have easily missed something and first aid wasn't exactly a fix-all skill.

[becauseimboring]

"Yes, now!" Clare was still not very level, although now her mind was on the question of if Bob was calling the hospital in a mundane way. Or if he was using other methods to procure the hospital. At least help was on the way, more than Batman. Maybe if he looked like Batman more she'd be less concerned by the guy in the black tights. "And tell me when its on route."

"How is she?" Clare asked, trying to calm herself down. Hoping for good news, good news would help with the ice she kept creating. "And what were you following?" Clare didn't believe that her friend could get attacked and the gosh darn Batman would arrive shortly after without some connection between the two events.

[secondcity_npc]

The bright orange logo on Clare's phone went dark at her affirmative, but a few moments later came back on, bright and glittering. "On its way, chief. Don't freak out the NPCs."

A pause, then Bob asked cheerfully, "Hey, is that Batman?"