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

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

[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?

[Sees the look on his face and sort of goes uhhh but doesn't ask.] I got stabbed.

Obviously. What did you do to get yourself stabbed?

[The Gate creatures are circling in and snarling, showing their two-inch teeth. The wriggling blood on Bai reaches up to strangle her. Hei closes his eyes, breathing.]

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...you okay?

...Fine.

Well?

Well what? [Honestly forgot the question. He's busy inspecting the damage to his shirt.]

[Sighs.] Never mind. [Because it's getting harder to focus on just Firo when the Gate monsters are brushing past Hei and he can actually feel them, and when Bai is turning blue and reaching out to Hei for help.]

You're alright, though?

Yeah, I am. You're not though. [He hauls himself up, tripping on some armor as he does so.] Still got... you know... still seeing things?

Flashbacks. It's not nearly as bad as it was when I was in there. [Never mind that the creatures are now letting out shrill, rasping cries as they move in and tear Bai apart. Hei turns a bit pale.]

[Not entirely sure what to do.] Should I... sing a song or something? What makes 'em go away?

Time. [Hei runs his fingers through his hair.] Anyway, shouldn't you be a bit more worried about yourself? You're the one who just had a damn spear through you.

[That surprises a bit of honesty out of him.] I've had worse.

[The hallucination starts to flicker and die, but now a dull headache is starting.]

...Really? What do you... Actually, I don't want to know. What were you doing that you ended up impaled on a spear?

Fauchard. It's a fauchard. [Not sure where that bit of knowledge came from, but oh well.]

...Okay. [The last of the hallucination fades like fog.]

Better?

[Rubs his temple, ow headache >(] Yeah.

[Figures he should get Hei's mind off things.] It was a business trip that went a bit sour. Had to discuss something with an associate of the Alveare, but he didn't want to talk much.

[Makes a face.] I hate when that happens.

Happens to you a lot, huh?

Not so much the business part, but definitely the part where people prefer to talk with their weapons.

[Remembers some of the stuff he saw when Hei was all crazy and stuff.] Yeah, you've got a bit of an eventful life.

...Right--you saw all of that, didn't you?