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Paprika eyes turned around towards the girl, knowledge clouding them as she understood what the girl was asking. Looking down at her own arm, fractured around the Radius or Ulna region, she hissed out and tried to hide her own pain as she pushed herself to her feet using her one good arm. Getting to her feet was easier said than done, but after some coaxing she finally made it.

Grasping her bag, she carried it towards Raven, a slow but steady pace she made as she gained ground towards the younger female.. "I know how, can you stand up?" It would make it much easier. It would be interesting putting the girls arm back in its socket with only one good hand.

A second call came somewhere, Anders seemed to need help. Focusing in, she winced as she saw the boy covered in blood. How had she missed that before? Fishing around in her bag,, she pulled out one of her limited supply of Gauze pads she kept with her. Looking at the box, she flung it in Anders direction. "Use these until i can come over."

Turning back towards Raven, she extended a arm out in attempt to help the girl up.

As more and more of the civilians landed, Leo's stomach began to sink as he saw the extent of their injuries. Many of them looked far more than worse for wear, though that was to be expected; Zodiac Soldiers had been expected to fight chaos monsters in the past, and it was no easy task even for them at times. For mere civilians to be thrust into this situation for reasons he didn't even know -- he still hadn't gotten to speak to Chronos or Virgo -- they were frankly lucky they were still alive.

He wondered, briefly, if they all were still alive. There had been so much panic and chaos that he hadn't been able to attempt a headcount even if he'd wanted to, but it would honestly surprise him if there weren't any casualties. The knowledge of this churned his gut, but it also inspired him in a fierce protectiveness for the ragtag group in front of him. He might not have known why they were there, and he didn't know exactly how he was going to take care of them, but they were his responsibility. Some force had kept them all together, and he would do his best to keep them in one piece until he could get them home.

"Everyone!" Leo was always a little bolder, a little brighter than Grayson, but in this instance, there was command in his tone. Perhaps it was the mask that hid his face, or his stiff back and straight shoulders; maybe it was the fact that he was still relatively uninjured. Regardless, his voice was easily heard over the small group of people. "My name is Leo, and I am a Zodiac Soldier. I need you to separate yourselves according to injury."

He held up one hand, open palmed, to his left. "If you are not seriously injured, please walk to your right and form a group. I am going to begin to take you home, but I have to take the most injured first. Those people whose injuries are not dire, collect here."

He lifted his right hand, closing the palm of the first. "If you hurt too much to move, stay where you are." For emphasis, he pressed his hand forward, fingers tipping down a bit. "Everyone will be taken home. Be orderly."

((note: if you haven't introduced your character to the thread at this point, you are still very welcome to do a mini-backdate post to have them land, but it is assumed right now that all civilians have landed. This is so that Leo can address the group as a whole!))

Anders did an embarrassingly graceless grab for the box with the gauze tape. He very well couldn't catch it, but he would happily scoot his a** over to is so he could start trying to stem some of the bleeding on his chest. Clumsily he pressed the fabric to his chest, dabbing at the clear gash wounds. It didn't look too bad, but that was only because his outfit was black, and blood was hard to spot against the dark color. It would have reassured him if he couldn't see the stains on his skin. He'd gotten scraped and bruised, cut and stabbed before, but nothing had ever compared to this extent of injuries.

Anders had no idea of when and how he got so unlucky, but it happened. "What about Hawke?" he asked the even more oddly dressed, but definitely more knowledgeable senshi space-fade-spirit thing... person. "What about everyone else?" Anders looked around to the people gathered about, and decided in that moment that he was just going to stay put. It would be difficult enough to rise onto his feet without his left arm to help him balance and push himself up. So, he was just going to sit there, dab at his wounds a little more, and hope that Leo was going to let them search around for everyone else.

"There were a lot of people, we can't just leave them behind." Oddly, he was not questioning how Leo had the ability to get everyone home. He was just trusting the other man on this one. Perhaps it did not strike him as odd, a lot of mages could teleport! Anders just was out of mana right now.

While others were reacting to pain, or helping others in pain, Menthe had remained seated and freaking out, her glasses speckled with droplets of saline tears. A voice suddenly near her, caused her shoulders to jump, looking up at the source like some poor mouse caught in a trap. He (Fritz) was fairly young.. not quite so intimidating as he could have been. His gentle voice was even a bit of a relief, and his pat on the arm. "Oh..."

Leo's commanding statement sounded and her attention shifted from Fritz to Leo, her watery yellow eyes staring at the strangely brillant man for a brief moment.

She was barely injured at all.. a slight gash on her arm.. a vaguely sore shin. And she was always happy to follow an order. Pushing herself up from the ground, she carefully brushed at her skirt, before shuffling over to the place that had been suggested.

Now that she was up she could see the actual severity of the injuries all around, and her eyes sank to the beautifully decorated ground. But not before getting close enough to the kind young stranger to offer a few very soft words. "Thank you..."

The woman from before had not hurt herself quite as badly as Fritz had thought at first; she stood up quite soon after he had moved away, stepping with quiet steps in the same direction he had gone. Fritz's eyes moved across the rest of the throng of people - some were still on the ground, barely holding in their moans of pain, their arms or legs bent at awkward and unnatural angles. Blood was streaked across the face of one girl, and there were bruises on all of them, dark, purplish marks on Fritz's upper arms and, he thought he felt, a few on his legs as well, though he could not see them through his jeans.

He was so preoccupied with his own thoughts that he barely heard the young woman's quiet, barely audible words beside him, and when he did, he started slightly, dragging himself out of the recesses of his mind to smile down at her.

"You're welcome," Fritz replied, slightly too loudly. The weird ringing, garbled feeling in his left ear had dissipated only the tiniest bit; he could still scarcely hear out of it. And his head was still pounding as well; a relentless beating against his skull.

Another young woman had arrived; this one was holding her wrist, a rip in her shirt showing a somewhat nasty looking cut across her shirt. Fritz gave her a smile in greeting, glancing down at the tear in his own shirt with a feeling of apprehension.

"I'm Fritz, by the way," he said, in a somewhat late introduction to both of the women. "Not a very good situation any of us are in, is it? I would have much preferred the beach, but no, Mother said I needed to learn a bit of culture..."

The light, teasing tone to his voice was tinged with a faint wariness, however, and Fritz pushed back his sweat dampened hair, rubbing his forehead absently.

"I'm pretty sure I heard a pop from my shoulder." He replied Lynn with a grimace, holding said injury with his other hand as he struggled to sit up, at least. "Probably dislocated it or something." Oh great, now his typing speed was going to be significantly slower. He didn't demand her to look at her, however, since he was more preoccupied with the Zodiac, with a mask that obscured his features, curiously enough. He was alive, and all that mattered. He cared for nothing except his big scoop.

"Excuse me!" Jarold Rivera said loudly, reporter instincts kicking in as he managed to get to his feet, raising his hand for a quick moment before clasping it over his hurt shoulder again. "Where exactly are we? If you said that you didn't know how we got here, how are you going to bring us back? How did you get here? Do you guys live here, or in Destiny City?" Gray eyes narrowed in Leo's direction. He wasn't about to leave without answers, injury or not.

As the civilians began to organize themselves, Leo began to make a mental map in his head. He was categorizing them on levels of physical distress as well as emotional; while he didn't have the facilities to care for cuts and broken limbs, he really didn't have the training to handle the sort of deep trauma that a shock like being flung into space and almost eaten by a whale monster could inspire. His goal was to get them home as soon as he could, even if that meant he exhausted himself in the process. Traveling to and from the Surrounding was not exactly a tireless endeavor, but given the small amount of Zodiacs he had been able to glimpse during the battle, there was nothing to do about it.

He couldn't just leave them here. His Outpost was in no shape for long-term visitation, but if transporting them proved to be too much for him in one day, he might have to make accommodations there.

When they were mostly sorted, one of the civilians spoke up. Leo turned his head so that his mask was centered on Jarold, his figure still and unmoving while he asked his questions. It was natural to be confused and worried, and that was what kept Leo from snapping at him -- had he been confused and unaware of magic, he would have been freaking out more than a little himself. Still, he was mildly annoyed to have to answer questions before he took care of the more direly injured.

"I have yet to speak to you of why you're here," He said, his voice calm and authoritative. "And I will not until I've taken care of the most grievously injured. I understand that you're confused and frightened, and I'm sorry. Right now, I can't assure you about anything except the fact that I will do my utmost to take care of you and get you all home, and my comrades are taking care of all of the other civilians in the same stead. When we have taken care of the most injured, you may ask me more questions, and I will be happy to answer them to the best of my ability."

He turned to Anders, striding over and kneeling by the young man. Though Leo couldn't know whether the civilians had landed with Zodiacs or not, he had to hope; hope, and once he got the most injured out of the Surrounding, he would run along the path and see if there were any stragglers between the outposts. He touched Anders' shoulder, lightly, and bent to say, "Can you lean on me and stand?"

Emotional and physical distress, check -- this would be his first trip home.

Anders wasn't entirely pleased with the game plan, but he had to put faith in the fact that all the other people like Leo would find the rest of the civilians and take of them. He'd prefer to be able to find Hawke himself, and the realization that he couldn't hurt more than anything else. There was a continuous pain resonating through his arm, and it was difficult to fight off an expression of discomfort from his face. He wasn't sure he'd be able to find Hawke, and the last thing that he needed to do was go wandering off and getting himself more injured. It was the logical thing to do - follow Leo's instructions.

But, that didn't mean it felt right. It felt very wrong to just go home, especially when it meant leaving his friend behind. He was Anders, wanted apostate and ex-Grey Warden, and he was running away from the situation. The guilt, in the end, would probably prove more difficult for him to handle than the pain he was in. His decision to leave was one that was already starting to plague him. Perhaps he could have pretended to be uninjured? His gaze cast down to observe himself, and grimly he noted that he probably would not have hidden his distress very well, if at all.

"Yeah, I should be able to," he answered Leo. The dead weight of his arm was detrimental to his balance, but not so much that he couldn't walk around. It would just be discomforting, since his arm would swing about with each movement he made, in ways it probably should not swing. The thought alone was going to make him nauseous, so he put it out of his mind. He placed his hand on Leo's shoulder, and after a small effort he was able to push himself up onto his feet.

Yes, he definitely didn't feel good, and he was sure the feeling wasn't only caused by his injuries. "Hawke..." He had likely failed her, no, definitely failed her. Hawke's mage couldn't even heal himself.