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"Finn, is really not time," insisted Aleksy as stridently as he could. Which was not very stridently, actually, since he was probably actively bleeding to death.

His chest was ripped up... that was good. Very good. Maybe they'd have to fix it now. He mumbled something in Russian and closed his eyes. "Very tingly," he translated. Was he losing feeling in his fingertips? Damn. Double damn.

Severity of Injury

Lightly injured, functional. This is something that needs care, but once
bandaged or splinted will be just fine. Sprained limbs, minor cuts on the
extremities, etc.

Huxtable had absolutely no idea what was going on. One moment, he'd been milling about the job fair; enjoying sip after sip of the white wine he'd procured from the cheese and wine booth and then the next, there was a book case tumbling forward; catching the somewhat large man right on the ******** head and pulling him underneath it mercilessly.

The tan-skinned male groaned as, all around him chaos ensued. The townspeople of Ashdown were moving frantically around the now completely wrecked job fair. Hux, now conscious after having been apparently unconscious, crawled out from beneath where he'd been pinned by a rogue book case that had been... thrown or knocked over or whatever... by somethingone? Hux touched the spot on his head that had taken the most force; frowning at the warm, wet feel that could only be blood. His blood. "********..." He closed his eyes and took a long, deep breath to try and calm down the anxiety that filled him to the very core. "I ******** hate blood..." He said, suddenly very aware of the smell of iron all around him and his own roiling stomach.

"I'm gonna- gonna be sick..."

He did his best not to upchuck his snacks from earlier on any books.

Alois watched with passive interest as the photographer continued his job in conversation. „I don’t get strange requests often enough. Maybe if I opened an Etsy shop, but…“ Straightening, he returned his gaze to the green-haired man. „The brunt of my orders are from hunters who want their kill mounted in some way. The most common strange thing I am asked for is bone jewelry usually. Other than that, there’s a retired sailor that sometimes commissions me because he likes my style in scrimshaw.“ He huffed then, as if suddenly reminded of his eternal disappointment in other people.

„Anth… Anthro… s**t.“ Alois huffed. „Menschenähnliche animals, like the squirrels in clothes, don’t come up much anymore. That’s something from a past zeitgeist. It’s too bad. It’s fun to pose them differently.“ He sighed. It was a waste, considering the applicability it could have to demonstrations or comedic effect. Such a job entailed much less of a mindless brain drain as the common tasks he endured.

„Hmm?“ Coming back from sudden daydreams of dull days at work, Alois shifted his attention to the more recent arrival. „You’d be surprised at its popularity. Lots of hunters use my services. Then there’s the people who are into things like fur fashion who commission me for pelts, and entomologists who want preserved bug species, butterfly collectors, people who want their dear old dog Scruffy preserved forever, und so weiter. I stay busy. Generally I’m working on multiple projects at a time—„

Alois paused abruptly, then stood in his chair with enough speed to knock it down behind him. His attention shot toward the commotion in the center of the information booth, whereupon a creature vastly unreal for normal life emerged at a monstrously quick clip. Alois had no chance to catch it, even if he wanted to — and from the looks of its carnage, many others either tried to stop it themselves or simply got in its way. The creature tore out without much hindrance, and Alois had little problem with allowing it to leave. „And what, exactly, was that?“ Whether the two students before him knew or not wasn’t an affair he could predict; instead of waiting for an answer, he hastily dug through his booth supplies for several packs of dental floss and various tools meant for intricate work.

„Looks like I’ll be working on human corpses by the end of the day,“ he muttered mostly to himself. Frantically his hawkish gaze searched the scene before lighting on a known acquaintance with copious blood loss. „If you’ll excuse me, I’m going to save someone’s life.“ He can owe me a shitload of favors afterward.

Circumventing the booth in a quick shift over the tabletop, Alois pocketed his supplies into the hoodie while he trotted past the pair. Both the park ranger and the redhead - Aleksy, he remembered - knew each other. Quaint.

„Your friend’s making a mess all over the floor.“ Alois spared no time in crouching. „Would you like to hold his hand while he dies, or help me sew it shut?“

Temperance waved her hand dismissively. "Promise not to mention it to the other waitresses if you keep the red-head on staff so I can awkwardly goggle." It was a rather bold statement from her and it was utterly ruined by the blush and giggle that came with it. "Anyway, Nasir, I better-"

There was a scream. Temperance's smile fell away and she shoved past Nasir and Wil towards the noise. Out of the corner of her eye, she noticed another nurse she shared the booth with startle and come out running, too. A man was down and another nurse tried to stablize him. She pushed through the crowd just as the nurse fell back, blood arcing brightly from her neck. s**t. Did the guy have a knife? Temperance ran forward, yanking a scarf from a nearby student. They could just ******** deal; she needed it. The man was immediately forgotten - he was gone, and there was a woman down, hemorrhaging wildly.

"Hold on, hold on," she muttered, "put your hands down!" The nurse had seized up, her hands ineffectually trying to stop her own blood flow. Temperance yanked the nurse's hand's down, exposing the ragged edges of the wound. Blood spurted out: an arterial wound. Temperance pressed the scarf to the nurse's wound, red seeping rapidly into the white fabric and oozing up around her hands. She couldn't use pressure points - hypoxia might set it, s**t. But it'd be better than the nurse dying.

"Blink if you can hear me, okay. Stay with me. Blink once for yes, twice for no." She kept her voice low and soothing, hoping another nurse could come up and help; maybe even have some coagulant on hand. She glanced up momentarily, eyes dagger sharp at a student nearby. "You! Have you called an ambulance? Do it!"

This wasn't what he expected to happen.

Not some nurse getting injured and a man transforming. His first thoughts are about Wil - because he was always the priority - and it was costly.

It happened before he could blink. The man, thing, whatever was going through the crowd. There was screaming and then pain seared across his bicep.

There was a set of deep slash marks, blood already staining his shirt, and Nasir found himself leaning onto Wil.

"Wil," he said quietly, still a little stunned, "are you okay?" Why, yes, he was trying to put his hand around the slashes but he was a little ...

Stunned.

This isn't what he thought would happen.

Wil was jostled, but gaping at all the blood. This wasn't exactly what job fairs were usually like was it? Perhaps he was dulled by whatever might have been floating in his system but the blonde had a blank stare for all the chaos around him.

Someone was probably dying over there and people all over the room were falling down and ending up slashed and-

"Nasir!" His eyes widened, seeing the blood, "I'm okay.. but you're not okay.. I have a towel or something- maybe.." His floppy backpack was whipped around, adrenaline flooding out his high with sudden frantic concern for his boyfriend. He fished around and didn't find a towel...

So instead he just pulled off his t-shirt and started tying it around the other's arm with a wrinkled brow. Yes- he was shirtless- but he didn't seem to care.

Jeremiah saw that fall, heard the noise. It was why his hand was firmly around Algie's wrist. His lover’s pulse fluttered wildly.

"I'm fine, precious, you know it's hard to injure me ..." Not with his preternatural ability to know something was coming. Still ...

Algie’s face was red and the detective lieutenant was reaching out with both hands to verify it was just something that popped out and then back into place.

"I think there was another that they didn't know about. One that was missed ... They weren't supposed to be on this side for moon rise." It was easier to talk this while he was obsessively checking the other for injury.

Then Jeremiah, with Algie in hand, was over to Chris and making sure he was stable in his feet as well after being healed. "You alright now, Chris?"

His radio buzzed at his side, both his call and Kuroda's bringing in other officers. The faint noise of sirens in the distance could be heard.