.oo1 | 'Tis but a flesh wound

[ignisinfernale]

Who: Suoh Mikoto and YOU LOT
When: Late in the evening
Where: The plaza
Style: Starting in third, following you
Status: Open LIKE A FLESH WOULD


[ The last thing he remembers is spreading his arms out in a sign of release. It's done and over with. His sword is about to fall. Totsuka had been avenged and he is more than aware of the consequences. Then it's the cold feel of metal going right through him and the scent and warmth of the blue king being the last thing he feels. Then he closes his eyes and feels nothing else. He doesn't hate him for it. He knows it's an act of mercy.

Suoh never thought dying would be like being immersed in water.

He doesn't let these things get to him. He never does. The minute he opens his eyes, he's soaking wet and there's blood seeping into his shirt. When he steps forward, he teeters slightly before he catches himself against the side of a nearby building. Then the pain hits again and his hand moves to where that saber blade went in through him. Already, he knows there's something distinctly wrong. Hell isn't a city underwater. The welcome pamphlet is only glanced at, confirming his suspicions. Somehow, he's escaped it. He's escaped death and it's a little overwhelming. But where to now? His Sword's gone. He saw it disappear.

With that on his mind, Suoh staggers forward. No sense fretting about it now. For now, he has to find the others. ]

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[booyaka_boom]

Lucky for the bleeding man in the plaza, there's a young woman near by carrying a small bag of groceries. Her eyes are keen as she walks through the plaza, aware that this was a time for new people to begin arriving. Only, they weren't using so obviously bleeding.

The bag is promptly dumped and Selphie rushes over to the man, holding out her arms in case he needed something to hold on to, "Hey... you're not going anywhere like that, mister. C'mon, let's sit you down first."

[ignisinfernale]

There's a wince as he settles against her. He isn't so proud as to pull away but the fact he needs a girl to help him around... well... that's quite a change for a once-mighty king. But he straightens up. It's the only sight he gives that he's convinced he's okay and maybe he probably is. Sure it hurts, but he's a tough one. He can handle walking around more than that. Suoh's hand is pressed to the wound, just enough to staunch the bleeding as he regards her with a look that isn't quite so dismissive. He figures it's a good way at least to see who's around. His gang was quite a distance away the last he knew so he considers the best one to ask about would be someone in his previously close vicinity.

"Munakata. Where is he?" he asks, accepting her support just enough to straighten himself up. Sitting down isn't going to do any good with finding anyone he knew.

[booyaka_boom]

It made a change, a man so willing to accept her help, but maybe that was testament to just how injured he was. As he straightened up, Selphie shook her head, a gentle reprimand. "You gotta sit down so that I can fix you. You're not going anywhere so you might as well."

She looked down at his hand on his wound, and frowned lightly. Her voice was soft as she answered his question, "He isn't here... And if you don't sit down I'm gonna be forced to heal you without your consent." Already, a hand moved towards his, getting ready to cast a spell.

[ignisinfernale]

Normally, Suoh would be a stubborn thing. He was used to depending on himself, being the backbone rather than having to lean on anyone else so it's a little strange having to. But if he didn't, he knew it'd be the worst for him. It was just that bad to begin with.

But there's a pause. If the blue king wasn't here then where was he? Was he even in the same place? Nothing made sense but any attempt of his to make any measure of sense of the matter was drowned out by the throbbing pain in his chest. It was a strange and painful reminder of just what had happened, what he seemed to have barely escaped from. "Fine..." he murmured, finally settling down against the nearest wall. The lease he had to walk the better.

[rebull]

[His nose crinkles a little, snapping out of his daze as he walks through the plaza. Horns their usual foot ball goal size in size, wings a little messily folded behind him like a butterfly's. He probably would have walked past the man if it wasn't for the scent of blood mixed in with his regular smell. Summoner actually cracks out of his commune controlled coma to show a bit of concern.]

You're bleeding, you uh, want some help with that? [A pause, oh, this guy's... drenched.] Want some uh, helpful tips about what's going on too? Like I guess, where you are, and what's happening for starters?

[ignisinfernale]

[ The first thing on his mind is what sort of creature is this? A strain? Some sort of bull-strain that's managed to turn human and get wings? But he's not going to question anything right now. ]

I saw the pamphlet. Doesn't make any sense.

[ Shifting his weight just so he can lean against a wall. ]

How far are we from Shizume City?

[rebull]

[Sure.]

Pretty. Don't count on going back any time soon. [A sigh, shrugging a shoulder.] And count on a lot of other really weird stuff. This place uh, well it has a thing for surprises, as you mighta guessed already, heh.

[ignisinfernale]

[ Well, that certainly wasn't what he was expecting to hear. There's a frown there though as he continues to regard... whatever it was talking to him. He'll get over it eventually. His hand slips into his pocket and he frowns slightly as he finds his cigarettes are soggy. What's worse is the fact he's no longer self-lighting so... attention back to the Summoner. ]

So what's with this place?

[coolerthansora]

[Unlike a certain someone, Roxas would never mistake this guy for his best friend. But he does look similar enough that at first glance there's another name that comes to mind.]

Le...a...?

[Maybe not. But then he notices the injury, drops the question of identity, and hurries closer.]

H-hey. C'mon, let's get you to the coral.

[ignisinfernale]

[ Nope. Not Lea. He's still carrying on though, glancing back at Roxas with a slight pause. His brows come together as he regards the boy. The coral? That coral in the plaza? Sure it was huge but... what good was that going to do? As far as Suoh was concerned, he needed to get himself somewhere else... find Anna and Izumo and the rest of Homra just to show them he was alright... somehow.

But then maybe this kid knew more than he did. ]

What good's that gonna do?

[coolerthansora]

[Getting a better look at his face confirms it. The eyes are the wrong color for Lea.]

It's magic, it'll help you heal.

[He moves close enough to offer the redhead support walking, but doesn't touch him yet.]

[ignisinfernale]

[ The fact that Roxas is so much smaller than he is makes him question if the boy can even support him enough to get him to the coral. But what's there to lose? ]

Magic?

[ That's just murmured out. He's not so weak as to need any support. He can walk. It just kind of hurts to. ]

Does it work?

[behind_my_smile]

[The scent of blood is an immediate draw for the vampire. Usually when it comes from the plaza it means that there is a newcomer and they are injured. As Fai sprints into the area, he sees that his assumptions are not wrong. He hurries over to the other man, trying to quench that blood lust as the scent gets stronger in his nostrils.]

Are you okay? You need to stop and let the coral heal you!

[Fai reaches out to try and support the man, being careful in case the other doesn't wish to be helped.]

[ignisinfernale]

[ No, really. He's going to be okay. He pauses though, glancing back over at the coral. It's all over the place and so prominent he can't help but wonder what everyone's going on about when it comes to it. He figures he's fine. He figures that since he's died already, it could be possible that nothing can kill him -- right? ]

The coral, huh...?

[behind_my_smile]

It has magic. It can heal you. It would be good not to have any pain anymore, right? [Fai smiles, trying to be encouraging while still trying to steer the man back to the coral.]

This place is a little odd in how it works. Some people don't have magic on their world so it might seem a little hard to believe at first, but trust me, it works really well.

[ignisinfernale]

[ There's a small sound of acknowledgement. Oh, he knows about something akin to magic. In his world, there are people with almost magical abilities but... the ability to heal? That's a little out of there. He decides that maybe it's best to get a firsthand experience of the entire thing. ]

...Show me.

[boarderpatrol]

[ It's almost instant that he feels it. There's a nearly imperceptible shift in the very atmosphere, and something tells Yata he needs to go. He needs to look. Someone's gotta be here. Or he's just being ridiculously hopeful and nothing will be different at all.

But when he gets to the coral, he sees the familiar shock of red hair almost instantly, and the best feeling he's had since he got here nearly a month ago fills him. ]

Mikoto-san!

[ It takes him no time at all to be next to his King's side, but... but something's wrong. Something is horribly, terribly wrong, and it has pretty much everything to do with the red blossoming against his shirt. ]

Mikoto... san...?

[ No. No no no no no this isn't allowed what is this no. ]

[ignisinfernale]

[ He's fine, really. No worries, Yata. There's a hand pressed to the impact point just to staunch the bleeding but it isn't so bad that he's dripping it all over the place. But he stops from his staggering forward just to look up and turn his attention to the boy.

His free hand is raised in greeting with his usual "ossu". ]

I made it back.

[ Back from what, the dead, his fight with Munakata, he's not going to be clear about that. ]

[boarderpatrol]

[ He's almost afraid to touch him. Last time he held a bleeding member of their clan, he died in his arms. Yata's a little PTSD about that kind of thing.

He eventually reaches out a puts a hand on his shoulder anyway, glancing down at the wound with some amount of trepidation. ]

What the hell happened. Last I knew you were-- you were fine. We were all waiting...

[ All of them. Waiting off the island, where they'd be safe if anything went wrong. But the island was still there... ]

[chainsmoke_king]

[ Izumo had, himself, arrived late the previous night. But after getting the info on just what was up with this place from Yata, he'd decided to stop by the apparent arrival spot for newcomers after a brief look around the rest of the city. Who knows who might show up after him. Plus there was a drug store right there and free packs of smokes were never a bad thing to stock up on.

In fact, he's only two steps out the doors of the drugstore before he's lighting one up and taking a long drag. He exhales the smoke slowly, in a thin stream, and that's when he sees him leaning against the side of the building across the street.

Izumo walks over, taking a few more puffs from his lit cigarette as he goes. He doesn't noticed the blood, at first. Mikoto's hunched and lazy stature isn't out of the ordinary, so it raises no alarm. ]

Ah, Mikoto--

[ But as he gets nearer, he sees the seeping stain and his usual smile slips away quickly. ]

...Mikoto?

[ignisinfernale]

[ He still hasn't figured out where he's landed himself. As far as he knows, this could be some nexus between the living and the dead or perhaps some part of the Dresden Slate's will or just somewhere they've been spirited away from, who knows.

That familiar voice calls his attention though and it isn't half a heartbeat later when he pulls himself away from where he's leaning and straightens up. No sense letting Izumo see him worse off than he was. ]

Aa. Right here.

[ Oh good. He brought the smokes. His are pretty soaked. ]

[chainsmoke_king]

[ Really, Mikoto? There's only about one thing that can possibly make you worse off than having a fucking hole through your middle. And considering that one thing is what Izumo had been dreading since the moment you'd silently touched him on the shoulder and left him with Anna in that school classroom - well, maybe a hole in your middle is a blessing in disguise right now.

Still doesn't mean Izumo is any less concerned, at the moment. Though that might get a little lost in his scolding. ]

Idiot. What the hell did you get yourself into this time?

[ Don't mind him flicking his cigarette off to the side and lifting your stained shirt up to get a better look at what the fuck is going on. ]

[donotcomprehend]

[Wow, that plaza really is full of blood more often than a plaza has any right to be. Dirk doesn't know this person who has apparently just arrived, and he's almost certainly not someone from Gale's world- he doesn't look like Tribe or Karma Society or Lokapala. But he certainly looks injured, and that's a practical enough problem for Gale to be able to help with.]

How severe are your injuries?

[ignisinfernale]

[ Unfortunately, he can be a stubborn thing. There's a small glance at Gale though as he shifts himself to stand up straighter. ]

I'm fine.

[ He's just pressing on it harder to make sure the bleeding stops. ]

[donotcomprehend]

The blood does not seem to indicate that. I am not your enemy, and pretending strength will not do you any good when there is help readily available.