1st Deal

[notagangster]

[Accidental Voice Post]

soft groan

Fuck me, that hurt.

Hurts. Present tense. Sonuva-

another groan, followed by labored breathing that almost sounds like laughter

Well hell, if you gotta go, might as well dream yourself up a nice hallucination for entertainment.

Shit.

[ooc: And so, there's a man bleeding to death on the ground by the

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[blue_satin_pjs]

If it's a hallucination, you ain't the only one havin' it.

[notagangster]

Or else I'm hallucinating you too.

[blue_satin_pjs]

I know I ain't no hallucination, but you ain't got no way of tellin', now do you?

You don't sound too good, dude.

[notagangster]

[soft exhalation that might be a laugh]

Probably don't look too good. Fuckin' lotta blood.

[blue_satin_pjs]

Where you at?

[notagangster]

Hell if I know. Some big fountain.

[blue_satin_pjs]

Close enough. Hold on.

[notagangster]

Ain't going anywhere, mate.

//at the fountain//

[blue_satin_pjs]

[Assured footsteps nearby, and then a scarred guy in a long coat is crouching down and holding out a hand:]

You good to head to the hospital, or you rather wait for help? Folk around here friendly enough to give it.

//at the fountain//

[notagangster]

[XXXX gazes up, feeling pretty sure he couldn't manage to anything more than what he's doing right now, which is mostly just lying still and bleeding.]

You got an ambulance in your pocket? 'Cause I ain't walking, mate.

[ooc: Looks like a healer is on her way too, maybe we can combine the two threads?]

//at the fountain//

[blue_satin_pjs]

[Flashes him a half-grin.]

Round here it ain't so easy to tell who's in what condition.

[He rises back to his feet and casts a glance around until he catches sight of the approaching girl, and then he lifts a hand to wave her over.]

Re: //at the fountain//

[fistsofjustice]

[There seems to be another man there too, darker than any man Amelia's ever seen. She doesn't have much time to think about that, however, scurrying over at his beckon, her fingers feeling for the man's pulse.]

I can heal him here. He needs healing here.

[Recovery looks out of the question. The man is bleeding out, and quickly.]

"Resurrection!"

[White light floods around Amelia and the man on the ground in turn. The bleeding will stop slowly; the bullets will pop out of their holes, clinking to the ground. Tissue will regrow to fill in the damaged areas. This whole process will take several minutes, however.]

((ooc: It'll take Amelia several minutes to cast this spell, for which she won't be responding to anything. I need to steal this time to run out for a minute, I apologize. I'll be back as quickly as possible -- shouldn't be more than half an hour, if that. If you guys do want to continue with the time after she finishes the spell, I can always just say she's off to the side recovering.))

//at the fountain//

[notagangster]

[Well that's not quite the sort of paramedic response he's used to. In fact, for a minute, he's sure the light is that light, the one that'll end in blackness.]

Shit.

[Which is pretty much all he can think to say for the moment.]

//at the fountain//

[blue_satin_pjs]

[Omar watches with mild bemusement--this is the most dramatic healing he's seen yet, even here. He stays quiet as she works, whether out of pragmatism or respect, and only afterwards speaks up with:]

Ain't subtle, girl, are you?

[But he's good-humored about it. To the other man, he comments:]

I get the feelin' you ain't seen nothin' like this before.

//at the fountain//

[notagangster]

[He's surprised at how much better he feels, although he's not convinced this isn't all some kind of coma-dream. Still, might as well go with it. If it's a hallucination, it'll end eventually.]

That's an understatement. 'Course, crazy things happen in dreams, don't they?

[Glances at the girl, with a little smile.] Thanks, love.

Re: //at the fountain//

[fistsofjustice]

[Amelia finishes several minutes later, drawing a breath, the light fading. She looks more tired than before, paler, but she smiles.]

You should be okay now. Thank you for waiting! Are you feeling all right?

[She blinks at his clothing.]

Except . . . I don't think all of that is going to come out.

[Her eyes turn back up to the other man, and she laughs.]

It's . . . not a very subtle spell.