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[contract_star]

[Hei appears in his black coat this time, right after this. He almost collapses the moment he steps onto the Plane, but he manages to stay standing. He's pale and haggard and is clutching a rather nasty gash on his side which looks like it was made by a sword or perhaps a metal pole thrown at high speed. He's bleeding quite a bit.

Once he has steadied himself, he makes his way to the closest solid object, which happens to be the bar, and he sits down with his back to it. He winces as he presses harder at the wound. Not fatal, he decides, but he's not going anywhere anytime soon either.]

Think I need a medic...

Comments

[lamb_of_gold]

I suppose not, unless one is so inclined as to remain dead.

[contract_star]

[Silent for awhile again. He's also kind of starting to drift off.]

The war he mentioned. Is it going to happen in your world, too?

[lamb_of_gold]

It will come in it's own time.

I'll leave you to rest.

[contract_star]

[Blood loss + exhaustion = sleep nao.]

Sorry...

[And, zonk.]