[voice]

Jul 13, 2010 20:41

[Harsh, strained, and out of breath:]

I need assistance -

[And nothing more. There won't be responses. He's too busy getting his teeth knocked out.]

c: sam merlotte, c: nara shikamaru, †: aizen sousuke, †: yagami raito, c: sirius black, †: big boss, !: miles edgeworth, c: yazoo, c: franziska von karma, , c: ishida uryuu, c: yosuke hanamura

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[voice] heartdissonance July 14 2010, 00:43:33 UTC
Miles.

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[voice] heartdissonance July 14 2010, 00:47:48 UTC
[Impatient cat.]

I'll assume an inability to answer. First will be your office, and then the streets nearby it, and then your home. Do not die until I arrive.

[Calm as she sounds, she's begun speeding along.]

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[voice] piracyinpink July 14 2010, 00:53:05 UTC
Which direction are you arriving from? I'm heading there from the north; I'll keep my eyes open along the way.

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[voice] heartdissonance July 14 2010, 00:53:59 UTC
I'm not arriving from any particular direction. Do as you will; I will be there momentarily. Should he fail to be at the first location, do keep eyes out, yes. I am not omnipresent.

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[action] mentis_reae July 14 2010, 01:08:15 UTC
[Some ten minutes later, Edgeworth is grimacing and trying to hold onto the injury, his eyes closed, seated in a corner.]

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[action] heartdissonance July 14 2010, 01:12:22 UTC
[Shijima is at first with her back to him, standing unevenly, slouching with more exhaustion than laziness and with shorter hair. She bends - not gracefully - and plucks her ruined cloak from the floor with her one hand, and then she pulls it over her head so that it might fall around the shoulder which is now missing an arm. Finally she turns dizzily to him, and shuffles over with an awkward limp.]

I suppose- [She doesn't often sound out of breath, but for once it's very evident with her.] I suppose you've become a medical emergency. Miles.

[Her voice is so calm, even if it's more ragged than it ought to be. Her little pink dress, what can be seen from behind the cloak, is very bloodied indeed.]

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[action] mentis_reae July 14 2010, 01:16:30 UTC
[His lips twitch slightly at the sound of her voice, then press together. He lifts a shaking hand off the gunshot wound in his shoulder shortly, and then bows his head and grits his teeth and swallows back the pain that surges at the motion. Finally, he manages:]

I...Your arm.

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[action] heartdissonance July 14 2010, 01:20:25 UTC
Yes. My arm.

Miles. [Closer to him, she kneels, and leans to look first at that injury, and then at his face.] I don't believe you'll be dying from this, but it's an extraordinary idea to gain medical assistance. [The uneven breaths have not quite leveled out; she's ignoring her body for the moment, because it won't be detrimental to do so.

And as she's looking at him she begins to appear quite angry.]

Will you be ill? Pain at times does that, I hear; tell me immediately, should you think it's the case, because jostling yourself too much thanks to sudden retching will not help.

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[action] mentis_reae July 14 2010, 01:27:27 UTC
[He looks up at her. His eyes are blank and staring, and his breath is harsh and panting. His forehead is damp with sweat.]

I don't...Your arm is to be regenerating.

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[action] heartdissonance July 14 2010, 01:29:34 UTC
Will you stop focusing on the damned arm. It's of very little importance and I haven't the time to be growing things or wrapping things up right now. [Her hand raises up so that she can wipe some blood away from her eye as she speaks.] My body is of little concern and I should think that yours would not be. Miles.

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[action] mentis_reae July 14 2010, 01:36:58 UTC
Will you recover? Will it?

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[action] heartdissonance July 14 2010, 01:38:07 UTC
[She has the energy to laugh.]

When it's more urgent to do so, I will sit down and regain my arm, yes. You're fussing quite needlessly.

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[action] mentis_reae July 14 2010, 01:40:08 UTC
There's no permanent damage...

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[action] heartdissonance July 14 2010, 01:41:31 UTC
[A spark of her irritation that won't fan to flame.]

Would you like me to put it on now. Your damage is more damage than mine, you know.

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[action] mentis_reae July 14 2010, 01:42:46 UTC
Yes. I...Please. I want to see you're all right.

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[action] heartdissonance July 14 2010, 01:45:27 UTC
Oh, Miles, [she says, softly longsuffering, and she prods his chin with her fingers and purses her lips, before standling with a wobble and shaking her bloody hair out of her eyes. It takes a moment to look around for the arm. She sees it across the room and retrieves it; it's held carelessly by its wrist, as she shuffles back to Edgeworth, and then she sits cross-legged in front of him and sets the arm in her lap. Now that her hand is free, she begins to tear up the edge of her cloak.]

I hadn't thought this would be pleasant for you to see, so of course I put it off. If it's gross, don't watch it.

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