Rescuing a villan of sorts [more or less open]

[cat0in0a0box]

WHO: Schrodinger [cat0in0a0box ],  Jenny  [loverunning ], Rip [diehuntress ]  and whoever else wants to follow from the journal
WHAT: Schro got his ass handed to him and is in need of some rescuin'
WHERE: Alley in the marketplace
WHEN: Night...forgot the number...

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[loverunning]

Jenny was the first one there. She was quick to run throguh the streets, using her agility as a soldier from Messaline to run through the streets of Rivelata. She loved running, really, but this was something she really didn't like. Having to save someone who was in dire trouble when he could have avoided it in the first place.

The market, the market...

Tugging her bag of supplies over her shoulder tighter, jenny rounded a corner just in time to hear the loud scream of VOMAN echo through the empty Market. Her feet turned her in another direction and took her towards the vocie. Step, step, step. It was easy to find him; she had good hearing, and the Market was empty, so it left nothing in her way

[cat0in0a0box]

Schrodinger stiffened at the touch. An enemy? He jerked sharply and hissed at the figure.

Then recognition, slow and hazy in his mind, came and he smiled. "Mein auslander," he murmured, voice hoarse from screaming.

[diehuntress]

"Varrant Officer...?" Rip Van Winkle tiptoed through the dark alleys of the marketplace. She'd been on high alert since Schrodinger had informed her of her impending doom (or, that's what she thought, at least). She clutched her precious musket close to her chest, loaded and ready to go just in case she happened to run into him. "Little Schrodinger? Vhere are you, darling?"

She heard a catlike yowl and something stirring around the corner, and peered through the darkness until her eyes finally caught his small figure in a heap on the dirty ground...And another figure knelt in front of him. Perhaps this was the one who had injured him in the first place? Without a second thought, Rip cocked her rifle and with one, abnormally strong arm, pointed it at the back of her head. "Better not lay a hand on him, dearie..." Her voice was just above a hiss, but her jagged teeth were bared in a sinister smile. "Auntie Rip has come to take care of him~"

Pretend I know what format this should be it ><

[cat0in0a0box]

Schrodinger's ears twitched at the sound of a familiar voice. "....Rip?" he mumbled, lifting his head.

"No... This is... She is good. Mine. Do not kill her..."

[dabadeedabadi]

Of all the verdamnt times to be unable to port, Kurt was stuck going the long way through Rivelata. Granted, his biological make up allowed him to scuttle across walls and leap nimbly from place to place far faster than the average human. He gave his image inducer a quick glance, glad that it was still functioning, and stepped into the Market Place. "Schrodinger?" he called softly, prowling around. "Wo bist du? Where are you?"

He then saw two women near a small form that lay on the ground. "Are you alright?" he called, slightly panicked.

[loverunning]

Jenny nodded when she heard his voice, calling her that word again. She hadn't the faintest clue what it meant, but it seemed like it was his nickname for her or something. Later, she would ask. Yeah, later.

"Yes, Schrodinger, just relax; I'll figure something..." She trailed off when she heard someone approaching, lifting her head. Eyes widened a moment, before she opened her mouth to quickly defend herself. "Don't worry! I'm not -- I'm not here to hurt him, I brought first aid -- in the bag, there," She said, pointing. Though Schrodinger seemed quick to defend her, calling her his. Though he probably meant she was his friend or something of the sorts. "I know first aid, from when I was trained as a soldier. I can help."

She glanced over Schrodinger, wincing slightly. The wounds. She'd had worse, but she knew the pain well.