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[immortalmistake.livejournal.com]

[And it's Firo again! Tripping backwards onto the plane in a massive clangor of falling plate armor (Italian circa the 1500s), with a fauchard buried in his gut. He's got a good grip on the haft to keep it from falling over and doing even more damage. =_= ]

Collectors. I hate collectors. [He coughs and stares up at the 'sky' with a long-suffering look on his face.]

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[itsthecoat.livejournal.com]

[Jack winces, looking down at Firo; he's been stabbed in the gut plenty of times, and with more thing than he'd like to admit] Need any help?

[immortalmistake.livejournal.com]

Nah... just don't look forward to the pulling-it-out bit. S' always the worst.

[itsthecoat.livejournal.com]

[Takes a hold of the handle, not to move it, but to keep it as steady as possible] Who'd you piss off?

[immortalmistake.livejournal.com]

One, two-- [He wrenches it out, hissing a little bit.] Nnn. A collector.

[witchmaker.livejournal.com]

F-Firo? [ Angela's in her pajamas, and still looking a bit worse for wear, but she still manages to rush over to him. ] What happened to you?!

[immortalmistake.livejournal.com]

[Ohsh--] Nothing, I'm keen. [Realizes how stupid that sounds with a MASSIVE WEAPON IN HIS STOMACH. He clears his throat and pulls it out, wincing.]

[witchmaker.livejournal.com]

[ Angela frowns and disappears, returning with a jar filled with an orangy liquid. She hands it over. ] Here, this will at least make it stop hurting while you heal.

[contract_star]

What the hell? [Hei knows Firo can't die, but it's still rather horrifying to see.]

[immortalmistake.livejournal.com]

[...dangit. He steels himself and yanks it out. Enjoy the sight of all his blood slurping back in, Hei.]

[contract_star]

[Oookaaay, is so not going to let that trigger a hallucination, nope, definitely not--damn. And suddenly Bai is standing behind Firo, covered in blood that twitches and wriggles like worms. The three of them are surrounded by a pack of the creatures from the Gate. Hei takes several deep breaths and tries to focus on Firo and Firo only.]

What happened to you?

[swanseer.livejournal.com]

[Hurries over] People here seem to have a knack of annoying others.

[immortalmistake.livejournal.com]

[Wince.] This wasn't my fault!

[swanseer.livejournal.com]

That's what they all say.

Whose fault was it then?

[clayfireworks.livejournal.com]

[eyebrow] Huh. Sucks to be you, un.

[immortalmistake.livejournal.com]

[Fff, right when he was going to pull it out.] I've had worse. [Wince. Talking is very ow. His lungs keep healing and then getting sliced again.]

[clayfireworks.livejournal.com]

Bad at the whole "not getting stabbed" thing? [amused Deidara is amused]

[soimpressive.livejournal.com]

[concerned] Me too, that looks nasty.

[immortalmistake.livejournal.com]

[Doh.] It's... not so bad as it looks?

[soimpressive.livejournal.com]

It'd have to be for you to keep talking like that.

[damnfinecoffee.livejournal.com]

Collectors did that to you?

[immortalmistake.livejournal.com]

[YANK. OW. Healing now.] Business associate. He likes old weapons and stuff.

[damnfinecoffee.livejournal.com]

Not the best customer service I've seen. You alright now?

[saythistostart.livejournal.com]

[flkdsnfkldhsnf]

A-are you okay?! [spaz-walks up to him and just... lkfhsdkln]

[immortalmistake.livejournal.com]

Yeah, I just-- [PULLING IT OUT OWWY.] Wasn't expecting him to grab one of his pretty toys.

[saythistostart.livejournal.com]

[Flinching and just lkfnsdkn Wincing in sympathy.] Who...?