Fran † 04
Who: Fran Madaraki, Sebastian Michaelis
Where: Somni, Industrial district
Style: Third
Status: Closed?
Fran was sprawled out on the road, half on the sidewalk, trying shakily to pull herself to the nearest alleyway. Her progress was inhibited, however, by the fact that her chest and throat were slashed, ripped open by a monster. A creature that resembled- but that couldn't be possible (well, it was, but only through surgical creation by a genius like herself, and she definitely hadn't created the thing)- a griffin had attacked her clinic, pounded down the door, and ripped her chest open. A griffin! Fran had managed to send out a voice call before the thing had broken in and then attacked her. She'd managed to run away from it, but even Fran couldn't handle too much blood loss after a while.
The wound was gaping, pink flesh and ribs showing underneath the ripped tatters of her bloodstained labcoat. Fran's breaths came in rattling heaves. The griffin was long gone- apparently satisfied with just a bite, it had flown away- but Fran had begun to worry that if she couldn't get some help soon, she'd be done for. She had a needle and thread in her coat pocket, but what she really needed were finer surgical tools- tools that could only be found in either her clinic (which she wasn't sure was entirely safe to return to) or in one of the hospitals around, which she hadn't inspected yet.
She stared up at the murky sky, covered in blood, and sighed (as best as she could- it was rather painful). A man named Sebastian Michaelis had gotten through to her and was going to try to help her. "I suppo-" She coughed violently here. "-I su-suppose the term is 'only h-hope'~!" Fran mused to herself out loud, good-natured despite her condition. After all, she'd met death in the face many times before and always come through fine. Really, she was surprised she hadn't died yet. There was an incredible quantity of blood all around her. Fran would have questioned why this was- or why she wasn't unconscious, at least- but her eyes were on the road, looking for Mr. Michaelis, or for any other monsters that might try to eat her.
Where: Somni, Industrial district
Style: Third
Status: Closed?
Fran was sprawled out on the road, half on the sidewalk, trying shakily to pull herself to the nearest alleyway. Her progress was inhibited, however, by the fact that her chest and throat were slashed, ripped open by a monster. A creature that resembled- but that couldn't be possible (well, it was, but only through surgical creation by a genius like herself, and she definitely hadn't created the thing)- a griffin had attacked her clinic, pounded down the door, and ripped her chest open. A griffin! Fran had managed to send out a voice call before the thing had broken in and then attacked her. She'd managed to run away from it, but even Fran couldn't handle too much blood loss after a while.
The wound was gaping, pink flesh and ribs showing underneath the ripped tatters of her bloodstained labcoat. Fran's breaths came in rattling heaves. The griffin was long gone- apparently satisfied with just a bite, it had flown away- but Fran had begun to worry that if she couldn't get some help soon, she'd be done for. She had a needle and thread in her coat pocket, but what she really needed were finer surgical tools- tools that could only be found in either her clinic (which she wasn't sure was entirely safe to return to) or in one of the hospitals around, which she hadn't inspected yet.
She stared up at the murky sky, covered in blood, and sighed (as best as she could- it was rather painful). A man named Sebastian Michaelis had gotten through to her and was going to try to help her. "I suppo-" She coughed violently here. "-I su-suppose the term is 'only h-hope'~!" Fran mused to herself out loud, good-natured despite her condition. After all, she'd met death in the face many times before and always come through fine. Really, she was surprised she hadn't died yet. There was an incredible quantity of blood all around her. Fran would have questioned why this was- or why she wasn't unconscious, at least- but her eyes were on the road, looking for Mr. Michaelis, or for any other monsters that might try to eat her.