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[sister_samurai]

That curse was retarded. Does anyone even know what "prize" we were all supposed to be fighting for, anyway

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[sister_samurai]

[Weak smile, unsteady.]

Hi there.

((OOC: Yes to comment log. ^^ And sorry for the delay, I had to run out and do some things.))

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[sister_samurai]

[Leans on Heinkel, grateful for the support, whole manner subdued.]

I...

[Trails off, looking tired, pale, the hand holding onto Heinkel's shoulder lacking its usual strength.]

I tried to come home after I was done with him, but... needed to sit down somewhere. I guess I fell asleep for a while--

[Frowns as she's turned around.]

Where are we going?

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[sister_samurai]

[Groans slightly, not wanting to go.]

But I'm okay...

[Sighing, leaning more against her, into the comfort of the nuzzling, skin warm, damp with perspiration.]

I just need a bath... The blood is starting to smell...

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[sister_samurai]

[Annoyance creeping in, dark brows furrowed even as she makes no move away from her partner. She hadn't dragged herself back just to go out again.]

Bah, what's the big deal, Heinkel? You've seen me bloody lots of times... swords aren't clean...

[Sighs, looking down at the sheathed katana clutched tight, and held close by a stained gloved hand.]

Mn, need to clean my sword.

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[sister_samurai]

[Her eyes closed for a moment. The closeness was a comfort, and some comfort, some reassurance that all -- well, may not all -- was right with the world after the grave physical shock, was the reason she'd sought Heinkel in the first place. But she couldn't stay like this. Trying to edge back to the Cathedral, murmuring.]

And I need a bath--

[And paused, weary eyes taking new concern.]

Why are you... are you cold?

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[sister_samurai]

[A hand moves to the tear in the torso of her habit, a hole suspiciously echoed on the back, almost as if something had created them both similtaneously...]

I didn't say none of it was mine... but it's stopped. It must have healed at midnight...

[Disturbed expression, then a small, stubborn frown.]

Just tired. I'm just tired.

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[sister_samurai]

[Mouth opens, aghast.]

NO!!!

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[sister_samurai]

[Frustrated, she grabs one Heinkel's wrists, hesitates for a split second, then places Heinkel's hand at the side of her neck.]

Feel my pulse!!