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[to_sublimate]

....Tch. It's not working anymore. Why is it

Damn it.

[[ooc: City of Mateel haet. Skin Boric haet. Commentlog for anyone who wants to see him stumble out of the Forest. Journal for everyone else~]

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[antiakuma]

[ Panting faintly from the not-so-friendly game of tag he and Kanda had been engaging in, Allen pauses to glance around briefly for the swordsman. When Kanda didn't make himself known after several moments the playful grin began to fade as he turns around fully and began to rather swiftly retrace his steps to locate the other Exorcist. Call it gut nerves or a change in the wind, perhaps. ]

Kanda...?

[to_sublimate]

*He doesn't respond he can't, because he's unable to breathe, the chains clanking to the ground before him as he kneels, unable to get to his feet. Old wounds are opening, bleeding, and his tattoo's not working. Was this it, then?*

[antiakuma]

[ Tilting his head sort of curiously before frowning and rather quickly picking up his pace. Kanda wasn't the type to play dirty like that in a fight and Allen knew it as he found himself running over to the other Exorcist. ]

Kanda? Hey, what--?

[ It doesn't take him long to notice the blood, of course, instantly realising their game was over as he kneels down in front of Kanda, hands on his shoulders ]

What happened to you! H-hey!

[ Looking around quickly then with an odd kind of panic he was trying desperately to think of what caused such wounds. Somehow, it seemed familiar in some areas. Was it someone else who Allen had agreed to spar with catching Kanda off guard? The Noah? Or something from the City? ...a curse? It didn't matter. Shifting then, he tried to pull one of Kanda's arms over his shoulders to force him to stand ]

We need to get you back to the main City and to the hospital. Come on.

[to_sublimate]

*He takes a moment to focus, because he's still human, and he's still bleeding the fuck out and he knows he's dying, because no one can sustain combined injuries for this long. Even then, he tries to resist, even when his arm is slung over Allen's shoulders. His vision's dimming, and there's too much blood in his mouth*

...I'm fine.

[againstgod]

Why aren't you home?

[Voice]

[to_sublimate]

...Busy.

She's worried

[againstgod]

Bleeding to death?