32; action/voice

[nottanzanite]

Ahhhhngh!

[The journal falls open, catching a flash of forest and rainy evening sky. Zoisite's slumped against a tree, his umbrella clenched tightly in his hands.] It... hurts.

Need someone to... [His voice falters, then rises into a sharp scream. And then, all noise ceases. The blonde tumbles down

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[outwalks]

[ After what's happened today, Allen's on the journals nearly constantly when he's not traveling, or fighting, or talking to people. It isn't hard to make out what's happened.

God, he's so tired. ]