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[oncemarauder.livejournal.com]

[a young man stumbles along the edge of Amaterasu's forest, naked and bleeding

blue eyes are wide and bright in his drawn, pale face, framed in dirty tangles

he finally collapses against a tree, breath laboured and body trembling

he stares dully at the worst wound; though it has already begun to heal, there's no denying the hole in his left hand]

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[allstrings.livejournal.com]

Holy shit, you okay??

[oncemarauder.livejournal.com]

[he starts, and winces, before staring up at her and trying to calm himself, gather the strength to speak]

I'll...be fine.

[allstrings.livejournal.com]

[Yeah, like Jolyne's going to believe *that*. She pops off the Plane for a moment and returns with an oversized orange jacket that looks suspiciously like it's from a prison - as if the words "GD st JAIL" on the back weren't enough of a dead giveaway.]

Well, at least this'll help a little. Sorry if it smells funny or anything, but the guys in the ward don't wash much.

[oncemarauder.livejournal.com]

[his eyes widen, because he is not used to people being so concerned and generous AT ALL, but then he smiles, a bit, using the tree to pull himself up] Thank you.

[allstrings.livejournal.com]

Hey, no prob. When you look like hell, it's generally good to have someone around to help.

[shinypaws.livejournal.com]

Remus! [So totally there.] Oh my dear, what has happened?

[oncemarauder.livejournal.com]

[slight, pained smile] The transformation...is never easy. [swallows] And I was shot at. [a flash of anger in the words, but it dissipates; he's too exhausted for it]

[shinypaws.livejournal.com]

Shot at? Who on Earth would do such a thing? Oh, goodness, hold still a moment and I shall heal your injuries.

[oncemarauder.livejournal.com]

[obeys, speaking slowly and carefully] Not sure. Never saw him before.

[shinypaws.livejournal.com]

[Draws a few quick slashes in the air, and a moment later his injuries are starting to close rapidly.]

Can you describe him to me, then?

[madamemoiselle]

{Kneels in front of him}

Ne, Remus, you look quite a bit worse this time.

[oncemarauder.livejournal.com]

[careful breath, weak smile] Looks worse than it is.

[madamemoiselle]

It still looks pretty bad, though.

{After a moment, she tilts her head} What happened?

[oncemarauder.livejournal.com]

[painful chuckle] I suppose it does. [pause] It's...I...

[madamemoiselle]

...You?

[herosmedal.livejournal.com]

[Way to give him a fucking heart attack, Remus. Frog speeds out of motherfucking nowhere to kneel beside Remus and the tree.]

Remus!

[There has never been as much panic in his voice until now, nor so much worry in his eyes. Without even thinking, he unclasps his cloak and tosses it around Remus' shoulders.]

[oncemarauder.livejournal.com]

[didn't mean too D:

his head jerks up when he hears Frog's voice, and despite the pain and dizziness he smiles, just a little]

'Lo.

[herosmedal.livejournal.com]

[That smile only makes him feel worse. He wraps his friend tightly in the thick green fabric, save his injured hand.]

Don't speak; let me see that hand. I beg of you.

[oncemarauder.livejournal.com]

[after a moment, he reaches out, speaking softly] It was shot. My... [and the word, taut with fear and hope] paw.

[onedrous.livejournal.com]

[Like a vulture drawn to the injured, One (funnily enough) is drawn to the sound of labored breathing, though he only stops to eye Remus boredly. ]

[oncemarauder.livejournal.com]

[his eyes widen, and his lips curl - and then he stops, forces himself to stay neutral and still

because giving himself away would be very very stupid, and if he were very very stupid, he would be dead already]

[onedrous.livejournal.com]

[The stillness appeals in its obvious defensive manner, but as it was designed, it also elicits a certain predatory disinterest; he continues.]

[grand-gaia.livejournal.com]

[WAAAGH! Isaac speeds over, dropping to his knees.] Remus! Hold still!

[oncemarauder.livejournal.com]

[does, automatically, and relaxes a bit when he looks up] Isaac. We...should stop meeting like this.

[grand-gaia.livejournal.com]

[Smiles sadly as he makes with the Cures] Seriously. What happened?