All at once/not a whisper, nor word

[thetitania]

WHO: Erza Scarlet [thetitania] OPEN to whoever offered to help her.
WHAT: Nightmare the second: Gerard and the exile.
WHERE: The beach...eventually.
WHEN: Backdated to Tuesday, September 29th. Early dawn.

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[bitchin_beanie]

Well that was kinda weird. Then again, a lot around Riv was kinda weird lately, wasn't it? Jan wondered, passingly, if he could eat the chick that'd just washed up onto the beach. He wondered if she was dead, too. Dead people weren't as good to eat. Then he wondered if maybe he hadn't seen her over the journals before, and this last brought him a heavy sigh. Again with the dream shit, huh?

He ambled toward her, again wondering if she was dead or not. Maybe he should, like, test it. Yeah. Be a good Samaritan, maybe. Grinning just slightly to himself, Jan scooped up a stick in his good hand (the other was still missing, just a empty shirt sleeve), and crept closer.

He crouched. He stared. He stared a little harder. And then the stick ventured forward, jabbing into one of her shoulders, and the grin began to creep onto his face.

"Sup! Cock-a-fuckin'-doodle-doo! Anyone home in there?!"

[nixe_eva]

She had to fly. She had to reassure herself that the nightmare of her childhood had been just that, and that she was still her usual, mutant self. Weeks later and she could still feel the needles as they pushed into her skin. But then her keen eyes spotted the body on the beach below and the person poking it with a stick. A running land was no more than a practiced motion and she was running up to shove Jan out of the way.

"What are you, stupid?" She knelt next to the woman. What could she say? Max had a weakness for the helpless and the underdog. In this case, the redhead was going to meet the Reaper soon if nothing was done. Assuming Death still had a scythe and was a skeleton here.

She would be the first to admit she knew nothing about medicine, but basic first aid was something she could do. Her brown eyes took in the broken arm and she knelt down. "Hey," she gently shook the shoulder of the unbroken arm. "If you're awake, open your eyes."

[caged_canaries]

Morning walks along the seashore had become something of a ritual for Garnet, almost. Especially now, with her mind so troubled by the recent events, and with her heart so heavy with worry for the people of the city, the morning walks had proven calming and refreshing, and gave her the chance to sort her thoughts out.

She eyed a seashell in the short distance, but blurred figures in her peripheral vision caught her eye. She looked up, and hurried toward the small group as she heard them speaking. As she neared, it became as clear as day that the object causing such a fuss wasn't a simple ocean creature that had beached itself, but instead a woman.

And the other woman-- There, that was Max. The man? She couldn't quite remember his name. "Excuse me, excuse me," she called to the two, nearly stumbling in the sand. "I am a healer. I can help."

[bitchin_beanie]

Of course someone would show to spoil his fucking fun, how could they not? That was about how Rivelata worked. Jan wasn't entirely surprised to be shoved out of the way by the winged chick, it wasn't exactly a new form of treatment for him. He allowed himself to plop down comfortably where he'd almost sprawled, cocked his head, and wiggled to relative comfort to enjoy the show.

"Sup! Here for the party too? I hear it's gonna be a pretty sweet one."

The new arrival drew his attention, enough of it to elicit a leering grin, and he scooted just slightly to give her more room. Not for any sense of good will, of course. Just for a better view of it all.

[thetitania]

She'd moved a bit when the annoying man had begun to poke her, and managed a pained groan. Her eyes only opened when the winged girl shook her uninjured shoulder, and with no small amount of effort, lifted her head. She glanced around the beach warily, putting a hand to her head.

"How...did I get here?"

Her senses seemed to be coming back to her: the dream, Gerard...the Tower. She wanted to get up and leave, broken arm be damned, but the arrival of the healer gave her pause.

"Thank you," she managed. She sounded hoarse and exhausted. She really wished she could manage to move a little bit, just so that she'd be able to punch the annoying man in the face. It was bad enough she had an audience in the first place: she didn't want a vocal one. She tried to sit up, and pain lanced down her right side.

There was a wince, a sharp and high-pitched curse, and then silence again.