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 Posted: Wed Sep 24, 2014 2:22 pm
((OOC: This occurs immediately after Exodus of the Wasp)) You're in trouble.
There wasn't much strength left in his form by this point, but General Buddingtonite wouldn't dare let up, not even for a second. His heart was already racing from the fight before, and now it threatened to beat out of his chest as he held two injured comrades against his body. In one hand, his youma, Gra, still wriggled and writhed from the tar that burned through the joints of his shell, drooling saliva and what Buddingtonite feared to be the youma equivalent of blood through its bubbling mouth. In the other, Mica, whose own spear penetrated through her armored chestplate and soaked his brilliant white gloves and sleeves with what he DEFINITELY knew to be blood. Whereas Gra wriggled and squirmed, Mica was gravely still and motionless, but still Mica, still breathing and still able to hold onto her glamour, though for how much longer?
He looked around where he had teleported to and let out a disgruntled snarl. This wasn't the hospital! He had tried to teleport there, but it was too taxing, and he could barely keep himself standing, but he refused to collapse just yet. Doing so would only drive the spear blade deeper... which would kill Mica, and though he didn't care much for her ice-queen demeanor and nagging, he couldn't bare the thought of her death being on his hands.
"Hang on... I got an idea..." Buddingtonite struggled to get a hold of his crystal, using the hand that held Gra as he kept Mica propped up and still, and the moment he succeeded in the action, he called out to Serpentine. Had he made it out of the fight alright? He was ashamed to admit that he lost his companion in the confusion and he hoped to hear his voice on the other end, even if it was filled with anger. "Serpentine... where are you? I have Mica, but I can't... I can't make it to the hospital. Can you? I don't have the strength, but you do, right? You're strong...""N-no... no... hospital..." Mica grunted, holding the spear as steady as she could, even when she could feel her strength waning. Buddingtonite was panicking- had he forgotten that he could have easily just called for an ambulance? What a fool, getting so emotional... Mica didn't berate or argue with him, though, too weak to do so, and her mind raced, even when she felt heavy and lethargic. "Boaz... Amethyst..."
She didn't trust anyone in the hospital.
She trusted only three people in this world right now. Buddingtonite, to not simply abandon her for some damn youma. Serpentine, to have the strength and patience to keep Buddingtonite from losing his head. And Boaz, in saving her life...
"Boaz... call... Boaz..."Quicksilver the Archangel
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Posted: Sun Jan 18, 2015 8:26 pm
His shaky fingers slid through the dew-covered grass. He needed to find his hat. He couldn't appear before his partner or Mica without it. He knew he had set it to the side as soon as he had teleported away from the battlefield... or had he lost it there, between his battles with Thraen and Bischofite? He could not remember. Another bit of kindling to his neverending inner fire. He had not chosen his destination with any specificity, although he had been thinking of the hospital to which he had taken Richard before. He landed in the bushes nearby, tensing whenever he did not see either of the individuals he sought. Where were they?! Their absence soon proved to be a blessing. Still searching for his hat, he felt his insides rebel in a way he could not fight. Dry heaving soon led to vomiting, emptying himself of the mass of black tar and blood that he had been forced to swallow while struggling to breath during the battle. He sounded like a dying cat struggling to pass his last hairball. Tear streamed from his eyes from the effort, but eventually it passed. His throat burned. Oh, it burned, from both acid and the heat of the tar, but it would heal. He was merely thankful that no one had been near to see this further humiliation. As if on cue, Buddingtonite's voice came through the crystal tucked in his ear. Serpentine did not answer, at first, as he processed the information. Couldn't make it to the hospital... but he had been on the way, hadn't he? The rainbow-haired general scanned and found two General level Chaos energy signatures not too far away. The desperation in his friend's voice was motivation enough - but added flattery about his strength demanded that it be proven correct. He pushed himself to his feet and used the tail of his cape to wipe his mouth. "Coming. Keep her... stable." His voice was thicker than usual,but that he could speak at all with his burning throat was something of a miracle. He had no further energy for teleportation, but thankfully the distance was not far. Unlike his journey to the fountain on the battle from which they had all retreated, he had no distractions or obstacles in his way. ChibiGingi Will arrive next post - it's fine for Buddy or Mica to see him approach/greet him.
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Quicksilver the Archangel
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Posted: Fri Jan 23, 2015 11:56 am
Don't panic, just don't panic! Serpentine would never let you down!
That part never concerned him. It was Serpentine, he would never, ever, EVER let him down and the sad truth of the matter was that he was far more likely to die attempting to save Buddingtonite than to dare let his friend down, and that's what worried him. If Serpentine was alive, he'd show, without a doubt. He simply hoped he was alive...
He will pay. He will pay. Take comfort in that!
He was so livid, he didn't even want to THINK of his name right now! Gra let out a pained gurgle and all but clung to his side, kneading into the fabric as though to try and wipe the tar off, and Mica was letting out pained, shallow breaths now. Then, like a blessing from an angel, Serpentine's voice cracked through the crystal and it took much for Buddingtonite to not scream with relief. His message was short and he sounded pained, but at least he was alive!
Mica's croak didn't go unheard, and like an annoying light bulb that flashed above his head, it dawned on Buddingtonite that he was a complete moron not to have thought of that before. "YES! Yes, brilliant, my dear, brilliant! He'll patch you right up... Boaz, calling Boaz... do you hear me? I need your assistance at once, very urgent, very injured youma and even more injured general really, really, REALLY need your help! Meet me at... uh... the south side of that hospital you work at, I think. That's an order!"Mica could feel her strength ebbing away slowly, but she wished, oh how she wished she could muster up the very last of it to slap Buddingtonite across the face. But no, she had to conserve it, hold her glamour and hold the spear steady until Boaz could access the damage and work appropriately...
Still, slapping the sense into Buddingtonite would have been easier, and far more enjoyable way to go...Quicksilver the Archangel
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