Distillation: 39 | Russell

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[The feed clicks on in a trembling hand, whether it's the twitching or Russell's anger is unclear but the blond is absolutely furious. He's standing at the front of the hall leading back into the research labs he's been holed up in with Fakir, the wreckage of Rolling Hills before him. Trees have been crushed by the collapsing ceiling, the end of

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In Person

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[Oh no fair Allen... how is he supposed to be angry with you when you look like that. He curses under his breath, rushing over to the other boy, stumbling a little at an ill-timed twitch.]

Allen! What the hell happened? [He moves to Allen's uninjured side, taking hold of his wrist gently. Watching for any signs of pain from the exorcist, he moves under his arm.] Here, lean on me. There's somewhere safe nearby. You've just got to stay on your feet for a little bit, I don't think I could carry you.

In Person

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[Okay, trying to offer support as gently as he can and leading Allen carefully over the wreckage back to the hall leading to the lab.]

Who the hell's this Tyki person? and just how powerful is he, Allen?

[He's pretty sure the lab is safe but with some of these people even a six inch thick solid steel wall won't be much of a deterrent.]

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[From the safety of Russell's research lab.]

... Did they destroy the entire thing?

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Not all of it but close....

Fakir, can you clear off that desk by the door? Allen's injured, I'm bringing him back to the lab and we'll need somewhere close to lay him down.

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[He lets the issue of trees and oxygen drop for now, nodding and moving to do what Russell's asked.]

Alright.

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[No worries, he's going to be dropping Allen on that table, calling Tsunade, and hauling ass back into Rolling Hills to fix as much as he can.]

Thank you, Fakir.