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Post by Pyre on Sept 7, 2009 18:14:48 GMT -5
He shuddered, head dropping despairingly.
"So it does have to do with that little dog," Cyan snarled, baring her teeth. She rounded on Relka. "He's bad for you, girl. You'd think you'd have caught on by now." Cyan lashed her tail, knowing that Relka didn't want to hear this, but she felt some sort of duty in telling it all to her. Cyan was the ex-wife, the one who'd suffered. It wasn't right for her to not at least warn someone. Relka knew the story, but if it had sunk in she wouldn't still be here, would she?
"What if I wasn't here? Pyran would have come home to a corpse. Maybe two of them. And I wouldn't be surprised if he didn't shed a tear..." He hadn't for her.
The man at their feet collapsed, his entire front covered in blood. He wasn't breathing, and Cyan didn't even notice.
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Post by Shukko]| on Sept 7, 2009 18:23:19 GMT -5
Relka growled, she didn't want to hear this, through part of her wanted to listen to Cyan. "Don't you think it's a little late for me to turn my back on him don't you think?" Even if she wanted too, she couldn't turn her back on Pyran now, it just wouldn't work, she had lost her chance to do so along time ago.
She looked down, and then dropped down next to him. "I thought you had better aim than this!"
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Post by Pyre on Sept 8, 2009 17:20:40 GMT -5
Cyan looked down in disdain at the both of them. She didn't want Relka changing the topic, here. "It's never too late. I'm just telling you what's for your own good. He'll get you killed, he will. One way or another. Or he'll get Hikari killed... Or even his demonic little self! You just mark my words."
She trailed off, glaring down at the thing. She raised a food, nudging him roughly, but he didn't move. Unconcious?
"Your choice here, girl. Do we save him or leave him out to die?"
((And Relka actually does have a choice here--I'll have another way to save him if she decides no. But....the other one would make for a longer thread.... *shrugs*))
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Post by Shukko]| on Sept 8, 2009 17:32:20 GMT -5
Relka looked up at Cyan. "Help him... That's what we're going to do..." She stood up slowly. "And for once... I'd like to not have you say anything about Pyran... It's getting old... and it's p*ssing me off..." She looked back down at him, watching for movement.
'So, what are we supposed to do?"
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Post by Pyre on Sept 8, 2009 22:11:54 GMT -5
Cyan hissed through her teeth, fur spiking up a little. "Fine." But I warned you.
She took a deep breath, trying to let go of her temper. Alright, she had work to do. She had basic first aid training and then some... She rubbed off her toes on the grass--he was seriously bleeding all over the place. Had she hit an artery? If so, they would have all sorts of problems.
Finally, Cyan crouched down, grabbing him by the shoulders and lifting him up awkwardly onto her lap, turning him over. Yea, out cold. She could see the mass of mutilated flesh where her bullet had gone into his ribs. Looks like it missed anything vital, though. Maybe that was something. "We need bandages, and a lot of them. Um...scissors, tweezers...do you have a first aid kit? We'll settle for that."
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Post by Shukko]| on Sept 9, 2009 14:35:30 GMT -5
"First aid kit... Yeah... Be right back." Relka ran back to the house, it didn't take long before she came back out with the first aid kit, a small little box that looked kind of like a suitcase. It had been in an obvious place too, didn't take long to grab.
"Here..." She said as she came back to them, placing it down next to Cyan.
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Post by Pyre on Sept 12, 2009 14:39:08 GMT -5
----Time SKIIIP!----
((Yes, I like doing that.))
His head was pounding. He'd heard the phrase before, but never experienced anything that applied to it so well. He could hear the regular rush of blood through his head, feel a spasm of pain joining it. It was time to wake up, but he hurt too much. His stomach felt hollow, his throat tasted like bile, and his eyes burned behind their lids. But they were always burning...
Curling up tighter, he wondered sharply why he wasn't dead. He felt very strongly that he should be.
Those eyes slid open, wincing under bright, artificial light. Next second it was blocked out by a tall, smiling figure. A blue she-cat, one eye angelic, the other demonic, flexing a hand that held a gun in its grasp. She had it aimed right between his eyes.
She started saying something, some sort of warning. Something about how he wasn't supposed to move or he'd loose some vital organs, that sort of thing. He rolled over, turning away from her, wanting very badly to get back to sleep. It still hurt. Besides, she was just words.
((Ah, I have to be careful. I do not want him to have Pyran's personality.))
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Post by Shukko]| on Sept 12, 2009 14:43:49 GMT -5
Relka watched carefully, she didn't have her weapons out like before, she felt a little safer now that he was weaker. But she still had to be a little cautious.
"Atleast... He's, still alive... But I doubt I'll get any answers out of him..." She sighed, turning away, this was pointless. But she wouldn't have let someone just die, that was stupid.
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Post by Pyre on Sept 12, 2009 19:09:54 GMT -5
His ears perked (not an easy feat when you consider their size). Suddenly he rolled over, sitting up in the same motion (not an easy thing when you have massive blades siticking out your spine. Cyan's eyes narrowed, but she was delightfully ignored. He planted his hands on the edge of the couch, fixing Relka with a look. He growled, mouthed something, but Cyan didn't catch it. Odds were that Relka didn't either.
"Um...come again?"
A final growl and he launched to his feet. One hand was wrapped tight around his middle, over some fresh bandages. He winced, a spear through his side. He started walking, stopped, spun back to Relka. A pantomime. Writing.
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Post by Shukko]| on Sept 12, 2009 19:14:10 GMT -5
Relka spun around. "Stay the hell away from me! I'll blow you're head off, I swear!" She took a step away from him, glaring, she didn't want to fight, not in here, this wasn't the place for it. "This isn't the place for this... If you want to attack me, do it outside..."
"I know you can understand me... So I want you to nod or shake your head... Can you write?"
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