[With a clatter the Forge turns on, static clearing on the view of an alley and a flash of pink hair. Yachiru hits the ground hard, a splatter of blood tracing her path as she is flung across the cobbled alley. It takes her less than a second to regroup, dragging herself back to her feet and wiping at the blood from a deep cut on her forehead which
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...Disgusting. You're sick and twisted and disgusting.
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Say it like you mean it.
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You...You...
[But there are no words, none that could properly convey exactly how much she hates her. Except three. Three words she's never spoken in her life, because she's never hated someone enough to justify using such crude and hateful words.]
...Fuck you, bitch.
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You meant that.
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[ ... He only spoke to her once.
Just once, enough to be thrown off-guard by the in-your-face spunk and laugh nervously, but appreciate the energy. Really, 'Zig-Zag'? And she was a child, friendly and for that--
Gritting his teeth. He'd like to vent, really. Snap and yell at whoever that woman was, but it's pointless and he needs to get there, see if she's...
Ugh. Stuck with these communicators and not being right there is frustrating.
But gentler, concern overriding: ] If you can respond.. do you know where you are? I'll come--
[ A pause, swallowing, then fixing a more direct look on the Forge, jaw set firmly. ] If anyone out there knows where that is, please let me know.
[ And he clicks it off at that. Yes, you can expect he's up and already searching his likeliest guesses, small chance that they might be. ]
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[She's sitting up, coughing on blood and shaking. Half her face is streaked with red and her eyes have a dizzy, faraway expression, probably due to the several blows to the head she took during the fight.]
Is that you?
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Ah-yes! It's me. [ A strained smile. ]
Do you know where are you? I'll come get you.
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Anatole?
[She doesn't sound very sure.]
An alley. Near... the ruins?
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[ Might feel an oppressive, crushing weight ripple through the city. ]
[ Bellatrix? Your days are numbered. ]
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and somewhere Irene is like jfc with the crushing ripples okay?]
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[All too soon, the mind-numbing shock, disbelief, and sorrow upon him give way to hatred tempered by righteous rage. A flare of emerald light from offscreen illuminates his scarred visage. He looks exactly those avenging angels painted on cathedral windows, descending from Heaven with flaming sword in hand to send the Devil's own burning back to Hell.]
[Perhaps if Fate had other plans today, Bella would learn just why some witches died at the stake. And he would show her first-hand.]
You contemptible wretch. Face me and know the torment of all who burned before you.
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Trebont? Trebont?
[She doesn't look well at all, even aside from all the blood.]
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You've been badly wounded, little one. Save your strength.
[And then, even if he'll be there in moments, his thumb brushes at her virtual cheek as if swiping the blood away.]
Help will come.
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Is someone coming for you?
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Zig-Zag? I think?
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[gentle tone.]
Try not to move too much, okay? Don't close your eyes, either.
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