[FIN] A Murder of Crows

[BlackFireKitsune]

Abel cursed under his breath at the pair of holes - one was bad enough, but two? Of course he'd shot him twice, of course he had - and when Sonia arrived he motioned for her to move in close and help hold the fabric up and out of the way. "I'm here," he said gently, feeling his heart break twice; first for the blood speckling his mouth and second for the fact the first words he voiced were to ask about his welfare. "No, I'm not hurt; I'm just fine." While he gave Zev his gentle reassurances his focus soon switched to the Butterfree working diligently as he'd asked, and he accepted the webbing as quickly as Amigo could create it for him, even if it was a little at a time so he could at least start slowly, carefully wrapping it around his chest. "We're gonna wrap you up a bit before taking you to the hospital, alright sweetheart? They'll get you all patched up there, I promise."

Elizabeth and Tania joined Invierno's side, both ready for any Crows to return, even if such a thing was unlikely at best now.  

[TawnyAngel]

Zevran blinked slowly and nodded. "Ah, good." Abel was alright and Taliesen was dead, not sent by the Crows, and so Abel would remain safe. And Taliesen was dead.

But Abel was trying to reassure him. He smiled weakly. Nodded. "Yes. Of course." Perhaps him being reassured would reassure Abel? But there was a lot of blood. Cold too. Cold was bad. Would he die here? Quite possibly.

Zevran opened his eyes - he hadn't been aware of closing them - and reached up to touch Abel's face. "Te amo." That had taken a lot of effort; he let his arm drop back down by his side.

He didn't notice the blood he had smeared across Abel's cheek.  

[BlackFireKitsune]

He sounded terrible and he looked worse. Those combined with the words he picked stabbed dagger after dagger straight into his heart and he had to fight to stay focused, to quell the panic that tried to surface, to work as quickly as he could. Amigo was helping, slowly but surely, and once they had enough webbing more or less Abel offered him a soft 'thanks' before he leaned in close to his boyfriend to press a soft kiss to his forehead while he wrapped the rest of the webbing around his chest. "I love you too sweetheart," he said a moment later when he leaned away again, pulling Zev's shirt back down as he did so before hastily unbuckling and removing the holster for his gun and knife and dropped it to the side. Next his hands darted to his belt for his pokeballs. At first he thought to recall a few of them but time was critical, so instead he found one and hastily loosed Zevran's last pokemon - his Sharpedo - into the warehouse.

Rather than put the ball back he passed it into Sonia's waiting paws as he pushed himself to his feet, withdrew two pokeballs from his pockets and withdrew both Elziabeth and Tania simultaneously. "Alright, here's the deal guys: Estoque, Azul, you're on clean-up duty," he began as he pocketed both pokeballs and stooped down to scoop up Zevran and carefully settle him on Caleb's back. "Amigo, you can come with us if you hang on but Clara, you should probably stay with Sonia unless you can keep up with Caleb. We're going to run as fast as we can and I'd rather you didn't get lost in the middle of the city at night. Estoque and Invierno can fly back home whenever they're ready but Sonia will recall Azul and clean up a bit here too before going home." As he spoke he'd situated his boyfriend on the Arcanine's back and climbed up behind him, the better to ensure he didn't fall off or anything and also keep tabs on his condition, and as the large fire-type stood up cautiously the blond trainer looked down at his loyal Zoroark. "Toss anything of theirs somewhere - dumpster or something - because we don't need any of it, and make sure to grab Zev's stuff when you're done," he explained while unhooking his own holster with his pistol and tossing it down to her. The dark-type caught it with only a bit of a struggle - it would've been fine if she wasn't holding Azul's pokeball - then nodded her head once.

With his instructions given, Abel waited only long enough to ascertain who was coming along and who was staying before giving Caleb a nudge. The Arcanine promptly turned and loped across the warehouse with as smooth a gait as he could manage, ducked under the doors - Abel ducked down over Zev as well to avoid getting knocked off - grabbed two fistfuls of Caleb's fluffy fur, and once they were clear of the door the fire-type took off like a shot out across the pavement in front of the warehouse. He reached the street in a matter of moments and a few lengthy strides, and he turned on a dime to race down it and towards the hospital as fast as his paws could carry him.  

[TawnyAngel]

Zevran grunted when Abel lifted him up but made no protest beyond that. The world was becoming blurry, unsteady, and his heart was racing. All of these things were bad. He could hear Abel speaking but couldn't quite understand what he was saying anymore. As Abel climbed up behind him and his grip on conciousness faded Zevran hoped that it hadn't been anything too important.