135 || voice post

[strawberried]

What the--

[ a wet cough, labored breathing, other various "I'm in serious pain" noises ]

Sh-Shit. Gr--I remem--

[ thump ]

[[ooc; So. You know how Ichigo is a pincushion? Yeah. But instead of opening up all his wounds at once -- which would mean INSTANT DEATH -- I'll just be opening them up one at a time. :D First up? Grand Fisher.]]

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[wingstock]

.....where are you?

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[strawberried]

hhhomr,

voice;

[strawberried]

Home.

[ muttered swears, another wet cough ]

Rukia, it's--

voice;

[wingstock]

Shut up.

I'll be right there.

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[wingstock]

[under her breath, therefore not meant to be answered but you know, he can hear her...]

....what happened now?

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[strawberried]

[ cough cough HACK HACK cough ]

I didn't do an-anything.

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[wingstock]

[grumble mutter curse maybe feh ]

...I told you to shut up. You're such an idiot.

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[wingstock]

[ look a window! look, a Rukia! look....a Rukia through the window and let us begin the healing measures because... ]

You look...horrible.

[....because 'obvious' and 'blunt' are sometimes mutually exclusive.]

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[strawberried]

[ BLEEDING ALL OVER THE FLOOR YAY ]

Sh-Shut up.

[ slowly rolls onto his back to better facilitate healing, and yeah, so, he looks horrible, stfu ]

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[wingstock]

[ REALLY horrible looking, but fine, have some kidou healing awesomeness....because that's what we do for IDIOTS like you, though technically this is not your fault this time.... ]

Don't you tell me.

[ it's a warning as she concentrates on healing, not as good at this as others, better than some, but luckily for Ichigo, she's healed these before....she knows these wounds...

...it was raining.]

Grand Fisher.

A curse, I imagine.

...

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[strawberried]

[ struggling to remain conscious here, his eyes narrowed and unfocused as he looks at her ]

Y-Yeah, Grand... Fisher.

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[wingstock]

[ brow furrowed, she scowls, adding to the effect and likeness of one who is completely nonplussed, which she is...sighing]

...just be quiet.

[ she's begun the process of healing on each wound and is now focusing on following up, beyond the way of kidou restitching skin and so on...scratches...to near severs...gashes...she's working as quickly and as efficiently as that night...there are little sisters in the near room who can't see this...a best friend who she won't let see this...

...she really doesn't want to have to see this either.]

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[strawberried]

[ he is quiet like she asked for once, eyelids fluttering, the hum of her healing spell almost lulling him to unconsciousness. but he find himself thinking back anyway, and almost wondering where the rain is. ]

Rukia?

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[wingstock]

[ well, she muses to herself, some remnant of logical wryness: at least she isn't affected....goodness knows...how that would have ended up. Somehow she doesn't imagine she'd last as many slashings as Ichigo has managed to...much less old wounds....

...not something to think about. The idea as she's healing is also for him to hopefully heal enough to fall asleep, but instead his voice is interrupting her thoughts, again, after she told him to shut up how many times? He never listens.]

You never change. An idiot. For life.

[a pause as she focuses over him, leaning closely, careful with contact, and oddly gentle for someone who spends so much of her time kicking people in the face.... ]

...what?

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[strawberried]

[ he's already forgotten what he was going to say. probbaly something cool. maybe something about how he's glad she's there. instead, he smiles -- a wan half-smile, but still a smile -- eyes half-lidded, skin pale. the smile, at least, he can blame on the blood loss. ]

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[wingstock]

[ of course, she actually is going to listen to him, and he's too weak to say anything at all; this is very much the way of things with them however, not like saying anything at all ever makes a difference...it doesn't. Not with them. Actions over words....or something.

Words fill space. Actions make space. Maybe they need both.

Action is enough for now though; she doesn't have anything to say much anyway....well, except the same thing....]

...I'm... you're a...fool. And I'm sorry.