seventh trick (or lack thereof)

[crowheaded.livejournal.com]

[Ikki is limping, occasionally crawling toward Amaterasu's forest, clutching his thigh, which is bleeding pretty profusely from a sword stabbing. He really SHOULD pop off the plane and get himself to a hospital, but then people might start asking questions and&mdash this is a Parts War, after all, he can't just give up—

—unless of course he falls. It's becoming increasingly difficult to move and all. He staggers to his feet once more.]

Damn... cheating bastards...

[ooc: Sorry for the spam, but bleeding takes priority.]

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[crowheaded.livejournal.com]

[blink] O-oh, right... uh...

[madamemoiselle]

{She smiles} Well, the one problem is that I don't really know how to fix something like this, so you'll have to do that.

[crowheaded.livejournal.com]

I'm sure some other hot chick will help eventually... [bastard smile] I've got awesome luck, you know.

[madamemoiselle]

{She frowns} Ne, but I want to be the only for Ikki~

{Then thoughtfully} But it'd be good anyways. You just wrap it around tightly, right?

[crowheaded.livejournal.com]

Alright. [He keeps smiling as he tightens the makeshift bandage around the wound.] ... Kiss for good luck? [HE IS SO HOPELESS]

[madamemoiselle]

{She laughs} You really have a one track mind, you know.

{But she leans closer to kiss his cheek}

[crowheaded.livejournal.com]

And I'm damn proud of it. [He blushes, already feeling a little better.]

[madamemoiselle]

It's cute, actually! Ah, I would give you something for the pain, but I don't really want to go home right now.

[crowheaded.livejournal.com]

Mm... don't blame you. I'll be fine. I'm a real man!

... [spits blood] Yeah.

[madamemoiselle]

{She bites her lip, watching him spit blood. Haha, now she does want to kiss you. That'ssogross.}...Are you sure you're okay?

[crowheaded.livejournal.com]

[It'd be the best damn kiss of his life, probably.] Yup! I'm used to this. Minus the ... stabby part.

[madamemoiselle]

{Haha probably} Well, that seems to be the biggest issue here.

[crowheaded.livejournal.com]

Mm. [He sits down properly.] How am I gonna explain this to Kazu? Shit.

[madamemoiselle]

{Sits down with him} Hm...Well, I guess swords aren't really common where you're from, right?

[crowheaded.livejournal.com]

Not really... and he doesn't know I train up here.

[madamemoiselle]

I guess just an accident. It'd be useless trying to explain this place.

[crowheaded.livejournal.com]

Yeah. Maybe I... fell on a rock or ... fuck, I don't know.

[madamemoiselle]

Who knows! Now that time passes while we're gone, it's going to be even stranger.

[crowheaded.livejournal.com]

... What? Shit. That's not good.

[madamemoiselle]

Not at all.

[crowheaded.livejournal.com]

Fuck-- the tournament! If it starts and I can't run, my team will break my legs, damn it!

[madamemoiselle]

Well, there are people that can heal that for you here. I know that, though...I've never really needed it.

[crowheaded.livejournal.com]

... We'll see, I guess.

[madamemoiselle]

If anything, I don't think I'll be coming here as often, to say the least.

[crowheaded.livejournal.com]

... Yeah. I'm gonna go back to my... park, stuff my face, and avoid everyone. Like a girl.