07 // Action/Accidental Voice

[rain_of_bullets]

[Haine is feeling mostly better after his weekend in the rainforest.  The only outstanding injuries are on his wings, though they appear to be on the mend.  Still, it isn't what bothers him most.  There's the odd quiet in the house; something he used to appreciate, but now?  It's strange.  Badou's doorknob never did get fixed and his bed hasn't

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[manmade_angel]

[The house may be quiet and dark, but not everyone has left. At least, not voluntarily

[backthreading forever ;A;9]

[rain_of_bullets]

[Haine bristles at the sound of footsteps in the empty house, hand immediately reaching for his pistols as he creeps toward the door to his room and back to the hallway. The footfalls are hardly those of an experienced killer or even an ordinary human. They're erratic, weak, stumbling, obvious. He wastes no time in stealth and quickly pushes the door open, though once he sees who waits for him in the hall, he's uncertain if he should be relieved or angry beyond the point of reason when he gets a good look at the state she's in. As it stands, he can only watch numbly for a moment or two before his feet catch up with him and he moves toward her, arms there to steady the girl.]

You're still...

...the fuck did they do?

[FOREVER. oAo9]

[manmade_angel]

[Yes, she's still here. Even everyone leaving couldn't get her to leave without Haine. As long as he's here, as long as he needs her, Nill will be there. Even if it takes her a little bit to get home.]

[She stumbles into Haine's arms, relieved that she can take a rest from walking. Haine won't let her fall down. Nill clings to Haine's shirt and presses her forehead into his chest. Whatever was done to her, she can't remember all of it, but she can remember enough to put things together.]

[Nill's fingers pull at the bandage around her neck, trying weakly to get it off. It wasn't there before, and she doesn't know what's under it, so she can't answer Haine just yet.]

[rain_of_bullets]

[His actions feel clumsy, but he won't drop her, won't let her fall. He holds her tightly for a moment, as if it'll keep her from falling apart, even if he wants to tear whoever did this to her to pieces. He hasn't seen her so weak and shaken since they first met. It isn't until she tries to tug at her bandages that he loosens his hold, hand still on her shoulder for support as he inspects the damage.]

...what are these?

[He doesn't dare pull at them, for fear of hurting her in some kind of frantic motion, but helps where he can to take them off.]

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[killercutething]

[Chi may not know much about human dynamics, but she can detect Haine's foul mood.]

Hane?

.....Upset.