002: If I Die in Combat, Box Me Up and Ship Me Home

[thingstheycarry]

This isn't hee-good, ho...

[It's like the Mall has a quota of kidnappings it needs to perform, or perhaps it's in some twisted celebration of the end of the Conception. Either way, it may seem that the number of new arrivals has increased.

Speaking of new arrivals, you may or may not notice a wounded, Demonica-clad feminine figure sprawled on the

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Dude, that username

[untrueblue]

*Demonica-wearing figure on the ground, helmet to the side, obviously not breathing. Shit. He doesn't need to ask what happened here. Rio comes running up, his three angelic companions behind him. He kneels beside her to check if she's resumed breathing now that she's in breathable air. While he's at it, he'll ask the Frost:* How long has it been?

I guess you caught the reference? :D

[thingstheycarry]

I don't hee-know, ho! A few minutes?

[Nope, she's still not breathing. It seems like it's been awhile, though.]

They took off the helmet thing, hee-ho. Said it was an experiment, for Mitra.

[The fairy starts babbling, as its narrative now sounds like nonsense.]

Yep! ^^

[untrueblue]

*dammit, Mitra. Okay, undoing the Demonica just enough to expose her neck and check for a pulse.* ...Whichever one of you is fastest, get to the clinic. Bring help as fast as you can.

*Seraph takes off, flying with all six wings.*

That makes my day. ^.^

[thingstheycarry]

[Luckily, she has a pulse. It's weak, but a pulse is a pulse, right?]

Are you two related, ho?

[It seems it said something that is acutally understandable, out of all of that babbling.]