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[Backdated log: Week 14, day 7] This life is filled with hurt when happiness doesn't work

Nov 27, 2010 10:09

Who: purgingthree, dichrous and fakeorgans
Status: Closed
Style: Third person, present tense
Where: Raisato
When: Week 14, day 7
Rating Uhm... I'm not sure. :V;; PG-13?
Summary: Allen is badly wounded and his Innocence is failing on him due to the powers dying, which can be fatal to him. Luckily, him and Cross run into Chrome, who can help.

( Trust me and take my hand )

allen walker, ~cross marian, ~dokuro chrome, *closed, location: raisato, !log

Comments 13

yay /o/ fakeorgans November 27 2010, 22:41:49 UTC

Since the horrifying incident with the tentacles, Chrome has been pointedly ignoring the network.

It's callous, perhaps, but to a certain extent, coping for her involves solitude. She has no delusions of herself playing the role of saviour -- angel of mercy -- to strangers. Not when she has her own whose safety must be overseen. You can't help everyone. And she would rather not witness anyone's pain. Not now. Not when her own mind has been preoccupied with disquieting imagery. Dreams.

Since the second day of the nightmare, she has stayed within Raisato, where there is a measure of safety. As safe as a place can be, during this time. It's foreign territory to her; she's lived in Yomisato since the beginning, but right now, it will do, and so she is out on the streets, on her way to the markets to renew her group's supplies, when she encounters --

-- Allen's sensei: how she identifies him. His name, at the moment, escapes her. (Gruff man, they haven't talked much, and ( ... )

whitenighting November 28 2010, 01:45:55 UTC

He's been quiet since they started back. Partially because well, it's easier to fade into a mostly unconscious state; just blood rushing in his ears, strange thud of the heart lurching like it doesn't know how to move right, dizzy anyway from lack of air, try to let the panic and pain slip away with his thoughts until there's just a dull calm.

It feels like before. It feels like after Tyki had ripped his heart and left him to drown in his own blood.

It feels like dying. And yet...

This time someone's here; he's not left alone to bleed out in some forest.

It had been the loneliness that had been worst before; had been why he refused to leave Yoite alone to die.

He just never thought the person to come get him would have been his rat bastard master.

Rat bastard master whose clothes and hair he's getting dirty and Cross never lets anyone get his clothes and hair dirty. Allen knows this better than perhaps anyone. And yet... here he is, carrying him on his back without saying a word.

Really, beyond the fact talking isn't something ( ... )

\o\ purgingthree November 29 2010, 10:07:01 UTC

Cross doesn't particularly pay much attention to Chrome at first. He knows her face and her name, her friends, those that are likely from the same world as her, he has talked to her... only once if he recalls correctly. It was short, and a long while ago.

But he has more important things to think about, so he only glances at her and intends to pass by (feel honoured and cared for, Allen). When she speaks, and Allen moves and speaks too.

Right, they know each other fairly well.

"Don't move too much, you idiot," he mutters to Allen and huffs (it'll spread the blood around more than necessary), pauses in his steps, should say something. "...Chrome." Hello there.

Just don't mind the bloody heap on his back or anything. Though he can see the horror in Chrome's eye because, yes, it isn't well-disguised. Aware of the smoothening of her expression. Something she's not completely unfamiliar with?

That is good.

/edits forever, gdit fakeorgans December 3 2010, 02:10:24 UTC

Unfamiliar with it? No, one could say that she is not.

She doesn't think of herself as a warrior or anyone who would belong on the kind of battlefield which Allen and his companions appear to frequent, but Chome has had her share of everyday tragedies; scars and stories cut deep in her skin, in her mind and memory, and gouged from her flesh. She's given her pound, as it were, and has seen it removed from others, and has, in the worst of times, arrived to collect. But that's neither here nor there, because it is Allen who is now paying in full.

"Maybe -- " But the word is out before she has framed her statements, and so she, as is unfortunately habitual, stammers. Catches herself, pushing her hair away from her face. " -- I could help. Depending on what's hurt. I'm not a healer, but my powers -- "

And it's all blurted, because in another moment, he would have walked right past her and not looked back.

And it's all blurted and maybe an idiotic thing to say, because she -- well, Mukuro has, but ( ... )

whitenighting December 4 2010, 23:52:29 UTC

He'll move if he wants to, master.

Or well. He won't, but... not because you tried to tell him not to.

But what Chrome says; he does raise his head more fully and looks towards her. But as that clicks it's a bit of a panicked look and he tenses up; he's here, like this, and the others were going to see. See, worry, look at him with those eyes, the ones Chrome was looking at him with now. And it's a look that makes him feel funny - realize that people care, not that he thinks they don't but it's a surprise to realize when they do -but ultimately guilty because hell, what's he doing making them worry like this.

"That-"

He falters - he doesn't really have the presence of mind to do this anyway - and drops his head to Cross's shoulder; the jacket already strained there.

"--nk you, but--"

And really. He doesn't want to reject Chrome's help because that's stupid, but at the same time...

"--ll be fine," he slurs a bit, closing his eye. Should be stronger and able to smile and shrug but he can't. It's annoying. Stupid body betraying ( ... )