049: Fade to Red [Joint Post]

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[They appear crouched on the Plane, having just come from this. They both look like they've essentially just had The Day From Hell. Diva is covered in blood, most of it her own, and she's still bleeding from the ears. She's paler than normal and her eyes have a cloudy, glazed look to them; her movements are sluggish. Hei is covered in blood as well, black mixed with red, and he's bleeding rather profusely from the nose. He starts coughing and spits a glob of blood onto the Plane floor. Both of them look like they're only seconds from either passing out or dying.]

[Diva is more out of it than Hei is as her brain tries to fix the damage from the sedatives, so Hei is the one to speak.]

Mu...now might be a good time...

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[mercwamouth]

Diva!

[Checks her vitals]

[madamemoiselle]

{Or lack of vitals, that's cool too. It makes checking easy, at least}

[mercwamouth]

DIVA!

[CPR time!]

[madamemoiselle]

{The CPR doesn't actually help, but after several moments, she gasps, jerking violently back to life}

[mercwamouth]

Oh thank...

[What!? Is Deadpool... hugging Diva? That's... special.]

[madamemoiselle]

{She doesn't really move, and is rather like a ragdoll in his arms. Her speech is perfectly clear, but there's an unusually airy tone}

Ne...Amshel, I'm tired, you know. Sorry, but I don't really...

[mercwamouth]

[Deadpool lets her back down]

Do you need anything?

[madamemoiselle]

That is...I don't remember.

[mercwamouth]

[He doesn't think he heard her right]

Do. You. Need. Anything.

[madamemoiselle]

...What happened...?

[mercwamouth]

Looks like you were trying to get out and you were hurt. Probably drugged too. How're things on your end?

[madamemoiselle]

{She thinks hard about that}

...I don't know what happened. I don't remember. Where did they go?

[mercwamouth]

I don't know, but it seems like they're waiting for you on the other side. You and Hei need some healing first though. Just hang on. I'm sure Mu will find his way over.

[madamemoiselle]

...Ah....I killed them, didn't I...?

[mercwamouth]

...It doesn't matter. If you did, they had it comin'.

[madamemoiselle]

But someone, they'll be angry...

[mercwamouth]

Sam? I think he'll be more happy to know you're alive.

[madamemoiselle]

...Sam? I don't know, is that it? Am I really alive?

[mercwamouth]

...

...

...

...Yes. You're alive.

[madamemoiselle]

Ne, where is Amshel?

[mercwamouth]

...Not.

[madamemoiselle]

Can you take me to him? I want to see my Amshel.

[mercwamouth]

No. I can't. And you don't.

[madamemoiselle]

I do! You can't tell me who I'd like to see, sir.

{She puts a hand on her head lightly, trying to stand, but she falls as her legs refuse to support her weight}

[mercwamouth]

[Deadpool catches her]

I'm not telling you who you want to see, just who you don't want to see.