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[oncemarauder.livejournal.com]

[Remus rolls violently onto the Plane, wincing as his shoulder strikes the surface, but immediately he's up again, kneeling, knuckles white as he clutches his wand; after a moment, he relaxes, and whispers hoarsely]

Worked. Good.

[he looks horrible; his robes are ripped, his bare skin covered in scratches and bruises, his hair dirty and tangled; he's breathing heavily, now, one hand pressed down heavily, supporting his trembling frame]

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[herosmedal.livejournal.com]

[Not!Frog rushes over as soon as Remus appears, cape and coattails fluttering behind him. At least he can run.]

Remus!

[oncemarauder.livejournal.com]

[Remus looks up, slowly, and manages a pained smile] Frog. 'Lo.

[herosmedal.livejournal.com]

[... That's enough to make him speechless for a moment. Then he shakes free of it and offers an arm in support.] Is anything broken?

[oncemarauder.livejournal.com]

[hesitates a moment, before leaning on him gratefully] Cracked, I think. [the words are slow, quiet, and his breathing is strained] Few ribs, and my left arm - not my wand arm, thank goodness.

[anjelsword.livejournal.com]

[And she's crouched next to him as soon as she spots him.] Are you all right?

[No, she hasn't forgotten him helping her while she was horsified.]

[oncemarauder.livejournal.com]

[he tenses for a moment, before wincing and forcing himself to relax again; it was more habit than anything, and he offers her a slight smile, as well] I will be. Just...bad skirmish.

[anjelsword.livejournal.com]

[A slight 'puh', both incredulity at his 'I'll be fine' and at his description of whatever happened. She offers a hand up.] Can you stand?

[madamemoiselle]

{Diva looks surprised for a moment, but wanders closer}

Ne, Remus, it looks like you got into a bit of trouble.

[oncemarauder.livejournal.com]

[wry smile] Happens in war, sometimes.

[madamemoiselle]

War? You're at war?

[grand-gaia.livejournal.com]

[F-Flail! Isaac runs over.] Remus!

[oncemarauder.livejournal.com]

[his eyes widen] Isaac. ...Hello.

[grand-gaia.livejournal.com]

Ah...Where is the worst?[Gesturing to his hurts]

[contract_star]

[Oh dear.] Are you alright? What happened?

[oncemarauder.livejournal.com]

[a slight shrug; a mistake, and he winces, but moves on] I could be worse.

I walked into a trap.

[contract_star]

[Hei grimaces. Traps suck :\] Do you need help? I have a first-aid kit nearby.

[marthajonesmd.livejournal.com]

[Martha hurries over, her petticoats rustling] Do you need help? [a split-second pause] Er, of the medical variety?

[oncemarauder.livejournal.com]

[he has to stare, a moment, and even manages a dry, painful chuckle] I...wouldn't mind it. You don't need to...

[marthajonesmd.livejournal.com]

Oh, it's no problem. [she gives his wounds the once-over, then leaves momentarily to get the medical supplies she has on the Plane - and returns!] Right, any injuries that aren't immediately visible? [she kneels down next to him and starts cleaning/bandaging the visible wounds]

[shinypaws.livejournal.com]

Ah! Goodness, young one, are you alright?

[oncemarauder.livejournal.com]

[he stares at her, a bit awed; she's a wolf, wondrous and elegant and talking to him, and that, more than the pain, more than the exhaustion, renders him absolutely speechless for a few moments]

I've...I've been worse.

[shinypaws.livejournal.com]

Ah...hold still just a moment and I will heal you.

[oldoldghost.livejournal.com]

[Okay, that isn't good] ...Are you okay?

[oncemarauder.livejournal.com]

[slight smile] There are...a lot of concerned people here. [careful breath] I'll...be fine, eventually. Thank you.

[oldoldghost.livejournal.com]

Well, being injured is something I can sympathise with.

Are you sure?