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[bloodsacrificed.livejournal.com]

(Someone's playing Bowling For Rikus! He isn't small or lanky, whoever thought "Hey, let's use this child as a bowling ball!!" was obviously large and very muscle-heavy. Instead of that weird ensemble most Rikus wear, his lengthy robe is pure white. Guess it's no surprise that it's stained, then! Blood is pouring down his body and soaking into his clothes, which are barely shut. He's only got torn jeans underneath. Once he sits up, the blood smearing on the floor, his hand grips his neck. He is bleeding; and there's the source; two big gaping holes on the side of his throat! Riku is struggling to breathe as he grabs onto the wall, covering it with bloody handprints and smears.)

C-crap...

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[earthwaterlight.livejournal.com]

Hey mister! Are--

[Okay he is definitely not okay. Hikari does the first thing she can think of and casts Cure on him to stabilize him at least before pulling off her denim jacket and mpoving towards him to press it against the holes in his throat.]

What happened....?

[bloodsacrificed.livejournal.com]

(Riku looks up at her, not recognizing her but realizing she means him no harm. His eyes close sharply when the jacket touches his flesh, and he shudders.)

Just... stupid hunters.

[earthwaterlight.livejournal.com]

Hunters?

[The nine-year-old blinks a bit as she puts as much pressure on the neck wounds as she can without causing him to stop breathing. Yay first aid training with Mom.]

I..i know you don't know me, but I...couldn't let you bleed to death here...my name's Hikari.

...and sorry if it hurts....

[bloodsacrificed.livejournal.com]

(Hikari? Light, huh... he lays a bloody hand on her arm, trying to tell her it's okay. He can't speak too much, it hurts. The Cure starts to slow the gushing of blood, so he's starting to become a bit stronger. It's plenty weird for him to recover that quickly, sure, but circumstances are circumstances.)

[earthwaterlight.livejournal.com]

[She gets the idea and sits back, very carefully removing the jacket and setting it aside, keeping a hand on it in case she needed to use it again. Oh she was going to get in trouble if Mom and Dad found out she ruined her jacket like this, she was sure of it. She just sat quietly and watched him in case he needed more help.]

[bloodsacrificed.livejournal.com]

(He stares at the jacket blankly before grabbing it and brushing his hand threw it. It glows a light red, and like a video going in rewind, the blood seems to disappear, drawn out from the jacket into thin air.)

[earthwaterlight.livejournal.com]

[what the---]

How did you do that?

[bloodsacrificed.livejournal.com]

(He looks at her, not really trusting himself to talk, but he knows he doesn't have telepathy. After a moment, he speaks, voice quiet.)

Time spring. I just... unwound it.

[earthwaterlight.livejournal.com]

[blinkblink. she didn't quite understand, but was willing to accept his answer.]

Okay...thank you.

[bloodsacrificed.livejournal.com]

(Riku nods slightly, pressing his bare hand against his neck. The wounds have begun to heal, like he had sipped from a potion.)

[lunaphase.livejournal.com]

[What terrible luck that she's come across this scene, and is making no move to help. Simply stands there with her hood up, but snorts once.]

[bloodsacrificed.livejournal.com]

(He hears that, and raises his eyes to look at her, still holding his neck. It's not enough pressure to stop the bloodflow, or trigger the healing process.)

[lunaphase.livejournal.com]

[How the mighty have fallen, though he isn't quite mighty yet, now is he. Smirks in the shadow of her hood and crosses her arms, content to simply watch.]

A little trouble?

[bloodsacrificed.livejournal.com]

(He's not too shocked by the callous way she's just standing around--but she smells different. And her time spring sure is odd. Standing on shaky knees, he keeps that regular Riku Glare.)

Just... a-a little.

[lunaphase.livejournal.com]

Are you sure you should even be standing in that state? [Always was prideful though, it seems.]

[bloodsacrificed.livejournal.com]

(He tries to move on. If he stops, he might end up begging her for help, and he can't afford that. He'd be in her debt. He's in enough debts.)

I don't... care.

[lunaphase.livejournal.com]

So when you pass out barely down the hall, I should keep walking, correct? [Her nose is telling him just how blood he's lost, and he really won't make it very far in her opinion.]

[bloodsacrificed.livejournal.com]

C-correct.

(Maybe for normal people; but since Riku was genetically altered to be something like a bloodbank for a vampire, he produces and stores blood all over his body--he'll make it... a little farther. But that doesn't mean he's immortal. He'll die soon if he doesn't get himself healed.)

[lunaphase.livejournal.com]

I'm not going to dig your grave, I hope you realize. [She's more likely to leave the body there in plain view and let the younger children of the Dressing Room find it.

Oh that's just mean.]

[bittenkey.livejournal.com]

[well. that probably isn't good. Sora will be staying over here, holding onto the door frame to remind himself that complete strangers probably don't want someone going up and licking their bloody neck]

H-hey, are you gonna be okay?

[bloodsacrificed.livejournal.com]

(But but... he'd actually appreciate it.)

Heal... where c-can I get... healed?

[bittenkey.livejournal.com]

Uh, I've seen people drink that green stuff sometimes. Potions. They don't really taste good but I can try to find some.

[swallows, hard. he can feel his fangs reacting to the overpowering scent of blood, and is having trouble remembering why he shouldn't be going too close]

[bloodsacrificed.livejournal.com]

(Potions? He's never heard of that stuff, what is it, for witches?)

Isn't there... y-y'know, someone like... a nurse?

[bittenkey.livejournal.com]

Not that I know of. Stay there, I'll be right back.

[yay for faster-than-average speed. Sora's gone and back again within minutes, juggling an armful of potions and uncorking one before shoving it at Riku. there's no way he can hide his fangs from this close, his eyes taking on a silvery look as he stares at the blood]

...here.

[bloodsacrificed.livejournal.com]

(He's clumsy with bloody fingers and bloody palms, raising the potion to his mouth... and staring at Sora's fangs. And then, he probably does the stupidest thing he could probably do--he reaches a bloody hand out and touches one of those fangs.)