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[The image is just static for a long moment before it abruptly clears to show Sorata, looking... somewhat worse for wear, leaning against a wall, head bowed and eyes closed. He doesn't seem interested in checking if the recording is on or not-in fact, he'd been aiming for voice, not video-and rubs his cheek with his bad hand, leaving a smear of

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[justahunter]

[fffff have some Tower leader instincts kicking in]

You're in bad shape. Where are you?

[shockinglycool]

[Hey my bff Fuuma I mean mortal enemy I mean I've lost too much blood for this.]

It's not as bad as it looks. Just gotta get the bleedin' to stop...

[justahunter]

[have fun with him sounding about as serious a pre-Dragons of Earth Fuuma always did, then]

And you've got more new holes in you than you do hands to cover them. Where are you?

[shockinglycool]

[Oh man that Fuuma totally was laaaame. Shaky laugh.]

Warehouses... somewhere. If you're plannin' on running to my rescue, it's flatterin', but... [But... actually, he can't think of a good objection.] Time'd be better spent kickin' Shinji.

[justahunter]

[you'll get used to me being kinda lame. 8( ]

Well if no one else is, I guess I'm gonna have to.

Shinji the one who messed you up?

[shockinglycool]

...One of those malice monsters. Shinji's plannin' to come to my rescue, too. But he's injured an' doesn't heal fast as me, and is probably planning on punching me... [He manages to sound whiny.]

[justahunter]

If he's injured then I guess I'll be right over. It'd be bad if you both ended up getting hurt more.

[Annnd BRB, running to find you. /o/ And Fuuma's mun isn't sure if we should start a commentlog here or if she should wait to jump on one with Shinji. :< ]

[shockinglycool]

I'm really not that bad off... [Stubborn protest. It is mostly true, to his credit, since he heals fast. And after quick talk with Shinji's mun, this thread is good.]

[justahunter]

Well once you're inside you'll be even better off. [And that's excellent!]

[And fortunately, it doesn't take long for Fuuma to figure out where Sorata is gone, looking pretty relaxed as walks along and twirls the end of his weighted cable weapon, but not really feeling it. When he sees Sorata he flicks his wrist and sends the weapon zipping back up his sleeve, and breaks back into an easy jog.]

Still holdin' up?

[shockinglycool]

Haven't died yet. [His intent was to be dry, but he's never been all that good at subtle humor like that-and he's bled too much for it to really be funny anyway. Leaning against a wall, clothes soaked through with blood in parts, he's a bit too pale for comfort. Gives Fuuma a quick, almost wary look-damn, in person it's even more-then smiles lopsided.]

We'll wait an' see how long that lasts.

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[And at that point, Shinjiro pops out from behind another of the warehouses. He's far from relaxed himself. When he catches a glimpse of Sorata, that only worsens. He doesn't even stop to catch a breath (even though his ribs bitch at him for it.) Instead, he walks right over to him, sparing a curious glance for Fuuma.]

I don't even think hopping's gonna work... [He scowls at all that blood, but he's more worried than annoyed.] God damn. How'd you get yourself into this mess?

..guess it doesn't matter. Gotta get you to that hospital.

[justahunter]

[Fuuma, at least, can't blame Sorata for being wary -- after figuring out a few more things about "Kamui" he's starting to understand why people might be leery about being around him. Shinji gets a short, simple wave from Fuuma for his curious look, but then Fuuma's switched back to focusing on Sorata.]

Probably gotta help him walk. Or outright carry him.

[shockinglycool]

I'm not gettin' carried. [He pouts up at them both, or tries to, but then lets his expression fade into one more serious. He nodded over at Shinjiro, both glad and a little annoyed-mostly the former-to see him, before closing his eyes, taking stock.]

My leg's hurt but I don't think real badly. My shoulder's worse, but it's my left... [For Fuuma's benefit he elaborated:] My right hand's messed up. Been for a while. Can't move it. [So he'd been unable to try pressing or tying something to the wound. It was the third shot, to his stomach, that was really hurting, really bleeding, but he decided not to bother mentioning that.] I can hop it.

[prodigal_axe]

Like hell you're hopping it. You won't even make it halfway.

[Worry lingered behind his usual scowl.] Maybe if we shift his weight between us... [He carefully started to get Sorata's right arm around his shoulder, then he glanced at Fuuma again.]

Unless you got a better idea?

[justahunter]

[Fuuma grins a little.]

Gotta side with your friend here. Hopping's just gonna make it worse. [He looks to Shinji again.] No better ideas. It's not like we've got another way to get him there.

[And so Fuuma is going to move around to Sorata's other side and carefully get the other man's left arm around his shoulder.]

[shockinglycool]

[Sorata's protests are cursory at best, and he tries to get himself to his feet and help out with it, leaning more heavily on Fuuma than Shinjiro thanks to the latter's wounds. Still, upright-more or less-the blood rushes from his head and he briefly almost faints, almost stumbling and then laughing to himself for it. Maybe he had been a little stupid, in retrospect. Or maybe the blood loss was just making him think unclearly.]

I really will be fine by tomorrow, y'know. [With a glance over at Shinjiro as he said it.] Not that this ain't touching.