Coming Back from the Posse

[wither_wilt]

Solomon coughs and gets out a crumpled pack of smokes as he sits down very, very carefully in the middle of the street just outside the Wasteland. "I...I need to sit."

"How is every body?"

Salla is bloodied, with a large clawed gash taking up most of the left side of his face, and a variety of other bites and blood smears covering his shredded

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[k_gabriel]

Karla's fairly unscathed. The same can't be said of Preston, who she's supporting with one arm.

"Someone ought to have a look at We-Need-Them-Alive-Boy's ribs, here. I'm good."

She glances sidelong at Preston. "Sitting now. Okay?"

[bass_line_blues]

Preston has several broken ribs, a tied-up vampire propped up just inside the door until someone figures out to do with him, and one arm around Karla for support.

He doesn't seem entirely displeased with the situation.

"All good for sitting," he confirms, though he winces as he bends. "We've got bandages for everyone in the back, right? If not then Gwen's seriously understocked."

[k_gabriel]

"We should, I think," Karla says.

Possibly someone should check on that, at some point. Karla might need a minute before standing again is in the cards.

"So, uh. Obvious things like first aid aside...what do we do now?"

[bass_line_blues]

Preston makes a face that is not entirely due to the ribs.

"First of all, find a cellar or something, I guess - temporary jail," he says, and then breaks off.

"Actually, first of all find Anna and Nicky. Better odds now the minions are dealt with, but -"

[cheng_hu]

Daniel hurts in many places, but is not hurt very badly. Unless you count the bloody nose that just won't stop. He's pretty sure it's not broken, though.

But what he really wants to know is: if Nicky was not at the University of Chicago, where was he?

Because that's where Anna would be.

[bass_line_blues]

"Nose all right?" Preston asks, frowning.

Constant blood flow = bad idea, these days.

[cheng_hu]

"Getting better." He's pretty sure it won't attract any unwanted attention at the moment, considering Salla over there, or the blood spattered on several of the others.

"You?" Not his nose.

[bass_line_blues]

Preston puts a hand tentatively on his own chest, and then hastily removes it.

"Nothing that'd inconvenience an action hero for more than a scene."

[sky_from_sea]

If things ever quiet down, it might be possible to hear the distinctive clop clop clop of hooves on concrete.

Not long after that an incredibly rumpled figure in a dirt-and-blood-stained skirt comes into view, leaning heavily against the owner of the hooves.

Crabapple makes a very lovely crutch, for what it's worth. Anna intends to remember to thank Daniel for training her so well.

For now, though, she really just wants to drop off the rather mangled vampire hog-tied on the horse's back.

She's done with Nicky. Completely.

And so it's very convenient, apparently, that so many people are at the Wasteland, and outside, to boot.

Maybe she can sit down soon.

Maybe.

[cheng_hu]

The clop of hooves is something Daniel barely even notices anymore, since he practically hears it in his sleep. But accompanied with that, oh yes. He notices.

"ANNA!" Pushing away from the wall, he runs towards her.

[sky_from_sea]

Here there should be swelling chords, bright lights, and Anna breaking into a run toward Daniel, too.

But doing that would mean she'd have to stop leaning on Crabapple, and really, then she'd just fall down.

Breathing hurts right now.

Not to mention moving.

"Daniel."

She smiles, wincing a little as her face moves.

Fucking Nicky.

"I hope you don't mind that I borrowed your horse."

[cheng_hu]

"I- I should be punching you in the face right now. I'll teach her to bite you, next."

Telling the horse 'Stand', he hauls Nicky off her and sets him down none too gently. He grabs the sleeve of a passing shelter emergency medic and confers with him for a moment before turning back to Anna. He's done with Nicky, too.

Reins in one hand, he holds a hand out to her, to help her walk in. "Any side of you hurt less?"

[rebelw_outclaws]

Someone scratches at the door. And then whuffs.

Russ would really like to get into a corner somewhere and lick his wounds, but getting human and finding out what else went down seems wiser.

[wither_wilt]

Salla limps over and shoulders open the door for Russ.

"Don't say I never did anything for you," he mutters.

[rebelw_outclaws]

Russ looks up at him, and very deliberately wags his tail. Once.

And then heads for the back room, leaving a bloody paw print or three.

Fucking crazy wolf.

[wither_wilt]

"So, you're not dead. Things went well for you, then?"

So what if he doesn't like Russ? That doesn't mean he wants the guy dead. Gwen would be annoyed.