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[derparture.livejournal.com]

[ So there's a 'Ven' unconscious on a couch in one of the main areas, looking pretty beat up. ]

[ ooc: thanks, darkenedgale. aaaand spoilers in comments o/ ]

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[erasemefriend.livejournal.com]

[!! SNAP.

Okay yeah. Rushing over to him.]

[derparture.livejournal.com]

[ it's almost like he's asleep! only, you know, not. ]

[erasemefriend.livejournal.com]

[Not good! Ack, here, he'll try and do a quick cure spell. D:]

[derparture.livejournal.com]

[ That gets him shifting a little bit, but not waking up yet. ]

[erasemefriend.livejournal.com]

Hey, are you okay?

[He nudges him lightly. :c]

[derparture.livejournal.com]

Huh?

[ ....... why am I on a couch, what. Tries to sit up. ]

[erasemefriend.livejournal.com]

You look pretty beat up. Did something happen?

[Curious headtilt get.]

[derparture.livejournal.com]

... Yeah.

[ Sighs a little, sitting up. ]

Some other me.

[erasemefriend.livejournal.com]

[Was it his Vanitas? Man, if it was--]

What'd he do?

[thundercracks.livejournal.com]

. . .









[ Kicks to see if he's alive. ]

[derparture.livejournal.com]

[ jdhgfs what ow! Opens his eyes. ]

What was that for?

[thundercracks.livejournal.com]

You're not homeless, right?

[derparture.livejournal.com]

... No?

[ B| Why did you wake me, I was having nice dreams about Aqua-- ]

[thundercracks.livejournal.com]

Then why pick the couch when you can get a bed?

[derparture.livejournal.com]

[ heywait ]

I didn't pick the couch.

[ Sits up. ]

[thundercracks.livejournal.com]

Then you were carried there, riiight?

[derparture.livejournal.com]

... I guess.

[ Why would someone who was fighting take the time to move him... ]

[sketched-shells.livejournal.com]

[O-oh gosh, he was hurt pretty bad! Runs over to the couch and crouches, checking the injuries. Um.. um.. there isn't much she can do right there, and looks around. Please tell her there's a first aid kit somewhere? If not she'll figure it out.]

[derparture.livejournal.com]

[ There... sure, let's say there is one conveniently on the table next to the couch. deeeerp unconscious. ]

[sketched-shells.livejournal.com]

[Thank god. She'll use it in a moment then, reaching to gently shake his shoulder, biting her lip in worry.] H-hey, wake up..

[derparture.livejournal.com]

[ He makes a sleepy noise, opening one eye- - ohi Namine. ]

[sketched-shells.livejournal.com]

[Oh good, it's not like he's in a coma. Gives a soft smile before grabbing the first aid kit and coming back to kneel down in front of him. Digs through it and pulls out an emergency potion.]

[derparture.livejournal.com]

... Namine?

[ ... okay, still kind of out of it. Watches her, trying to sit up. ]

[sketched-shells.livejournal.com]

Ah--don't move, you're hurt pretty badly! [Fiddles with the lid on the potion for a moment before getting it to open, then carefully brings it to his mouth, tipping so he could sip.]

[derparture.livejournal.com]

[ -- Drinks up, then. He appreciates it :< ]