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 Posted: Wed Jun 06, 2007 5:55 pm
A few short seconds went by as Vash awaited an answer of some kind, though it was more than obvious Yuki's condition if he would just look. He just seemed to be aiming for more of a reassurance that Yuki would in fact be okay, but from Vincent he got nothing, not even a look. It was like he was being completely ignored. Frustrated by this Vash gave Vincent a short annoyed glare before he turned his head to look in Unaru's direction which seemed to be everyone's focus at the moment. He wished he could help but his ability as a medical aid was somewhat lacking though he was rather good at patching up himself. He wanted to ask if Unaru was going to be okay, but fearing what kind of answer he might get he instead kept his mouth shut and stared on with a look of worry in his eyes.
The sword that Aisuru had manifested suddenly faded out of existance as she lowered her hand to her side. Her expression quickly feel back to her deadpan look and as if nothing had happened at all she walked away from Dynast and over to Hitsu. Leaning over Aisuru eyed the bleeding stranger on the floor with a slight disinterest and being a little tactless with words the first thing out of Aisuru's mouth was "Is he dead?" The concern in her voice was no where to be found but she did lay a comforting hand on Hitsu's shoulder. She wasn't good with comforting gestures or showing concern for that matter but she figured this would work just as well. Hitsu usually got the idea.
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Posted: Wed Aug 08, 2007 10:53 pm
[This is going to have... SO much drama... Forgive me. XD Also, I'm going out on a limb with the spell effects of the second one used... Since the description for it is really ******** vague. D<]
Vincent was silent. There was nothing? Nothing that could be done? His expression held no hinting, but he was concerned. "We should get Aerith, she could do something." He stated quietly, casting his gaze toward the door. In the back of his mind, he could only picture it opening to reveal one of Unaru's companions. Then suddenly, his mind was returned to reality as Yuki stirred. Vincent leaned out of his way, but held out a cautious hand as though waiting to catch him. He was trying to stand. "Is that wise?"
"No." Yuki replied flatly, shakily fumbling with his own limbs to get himself to his feet. Once there, he swayed dangerously, and if Vincent hadn't stood alongside him he'd have certainly crashed to the floor.
Trying to balance the both of them, Vincent followed his gaze. To Hitsu, and Unaru. Wagering a guess, he again questioned Yuki. "I thought you said there was nothing you could do?"
"I lied." Yuki replied quickly, "Now shut up and help me."
Without another word, Vincent led Yuki toward the two. He couldn't help but wonder what a few seconds could have done to change his state, or why he would have assured him there was nothing he could do if there had been. There was no way in hell he could walk on his own, just what did he expect to do? Vincent looked up from the floor as he heard Aisuru speak, whatever she had said had caused Hitsu to start crying. He felt the arm around his shoulder tense, and it seemed Yuki was more determined to get to them, despite how painful his expression suggested it to be. He was trying so hard to hide it, but his eyes gave away that lie themselves.
"Get her away." He hissed, arm sliding from around Vincent's shoulders as they reached their destination. He spared one glance toward Hitsu, who'd looked up at him through her tears, and diverted his attention straight away. ********. Here she was crying, and he was about to make it worse. Dropping to his knees, a little rougher than planned judging by the load groan that accompanied his landing. He was thankful that they could not see his face, for he could not conceal the discomfort. He barely thrust out a hand to catch himself before landing on the fallen Unaru. The other hovered inches from his still gaping wound, instinctively wishing to shield his stomach from the pain, shaking as he fought to place it against the floor to steady himself to get into a sitting position. Composing himself visually, he turned his head to one side, peering toward Vincent over his shoulder.
He'd waited until now, unsure, before reaching down to gently raise Hitsu by an arm. "Come on. Let's get out of his way." He said, calmly.
"Out of the way for what?" Hitsu questioned immediately, sounding unlike herself in her near hysterical state. She stared on as Vincent led her backward a few feet, eyes wide in her mixture of confusion and fear as she observed.
Don't let her go. His mind added, belatedly, and he hoped Vincent would know well enough without being told. For several long seconds, he stared at the wound. His mind mulling over the choices left to him. He resorted to the first, convinced it would be easier. Yuki placed both palms near the wound, "Oh, blessed and humble hand of God..." His chant, as intended, was not audible to Hitsu and Vincent, he spoke as quietly as possible to delay the inevitable reaction. "...Life and breath of Mother Earth, come before me and show your great compassion and deliver us..." Yuki winced, "Recovery."
Just as quickly as the word had passed his lips, a bright white orb of light appeared between his hands, casting a warm glow onto Unaru's gaping wound. Yuki's eyes had grown wide in that instant, the right an unhealthy shade of red in it's current stage of repair, and it had taken quite the determination to bite back a scream. Was it supposed to hurt like this? Of course it was, because half of him was weak against it. He forced himself to carry on, regardless, until he came to a realization that hit him like a ton of bricks. Immediately, he cut the spell off mere seconds after he'd begun, already sweating both due to his stress and discomfort. Repositioning his hands as they were before, he would make a second attempt. This time, however, he'd use one that wasn't going to call on the energy that Unaru certainly didn't have to spare. Surrounding life forms instead, it would be much less risky to use some of their energy. He could only hope that his mistake had been realized quickly enough.
In a moment, his second attempt, there came another orb of light between his palms, casting it's power onto Unaru's wound. The brightness of this one was dimmer than the first, but the spell was stronger. This time Yuki flinched, noticeably this time, and tried to mentally block Hitsu's sudden cries for him to stop. She'd realized what he was doing, took her long enough. Eyes fixed on his target, he tried desperately to block out all else. His body was shaking, burning like fire. It would feel like an eternity to complete the Resurrection spell, if he could keep himself conscious long enough. He had to. Work, damn you. As he watched, the flesh slowly began to mend itself. Very slowly. While the flesh mended, the blood worked on replenishing itself, though the spell would prevent any from leaving the body through what had not been repaired of his shoulder.
Agonizing, even eternity seemed an understatement as the minutes crawled by. Hitsu had stopped shouting, or else she'd been removed. Perhaps he just couldn't hear her anymore, that wasn't unlikely. Vision was fading in and out, the task of keeping himself upright seemed harder and harder by the second. Through his diminishing vision, it looked as though the broken skin had nearly closed. So close, so close. They would know soon, if this was going to work. Just as soon as this could cross his mind, Yuki's eyes had slipped shut. His focus diminished with his consciousness, the spell faded away barely before it's fruition. He slumped foreword, and collapsed onto the one he'd been trying to save.
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Posted: Thu Aug 09, 2007 8:02 pm
Stepping back with Hitsu, Aisuru kept a firm hold on her upper arm. When the first spell that Yuki cast failed and he started to try again she felt Hitsu start to jerk and plead for him to stop. Keeping a steady hold, Aisuru braced Hitsu back with an arm around her shoulder as the other hand continued to grasp her upper arm. No use having Hitsu get in the way now if Yuki was going to give this an honest try. She had no idea if it would work but there was no way she was going to offer help, so Yuki was probably this guy’s only hope. Once the spell began to reach a climax, Aisuru relaxed her grip and allowed Hitsu to move where she wanted. The spell dissipated from existence and Aisuru watched as Yuki teetered on the spot and collapsed.
“Idiot.” Muttered Aisuru softly.
Deciding it would be best to move Inu from the poolroom, Vash knelt down and scooped her up into his arms. Her head fell back over his arm in a lifeless manner and an arm dangled off to the side. It was at that point that Vash realized how small and frail-like Inu really was. Barely over five foot tall and light as a small child, really that’s what she was. Feeling a sense of depression crash over him he diverted his gaze and by chance his eyes fell on Dynast’s fallen form. Unsure if this would be the best time to mention it or not he looked toward Vincent.
“What do you want to do with him?” Vash nodded his head in Dynast’s direction to let Vincent know to whom he was referring. “Wouldn’t it be best to lock him up or something before he comes out of that?”
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