Well Damn

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[Misaki doesn’t so much appear on the Plane as get thrown onto it, accompanied by the sound of an explosion, abruptly cut off, and twists of flame leaping from nowhere that vanish as soon as she hits the not-floor. Her raid helmet tumbles off, leaving her sweaty, tangled hair to dangle in her face.

She’s on her side, hand pressed hard against her collarbone. Dark, ugly arterial blood the color of polished mahogany slimes up between her fingers and dribbles down the back of her hand. Each breath sounds like someone coughing air through a soaked paper bag.

She rolls onto her back. Whispers,] Idiot. You idiot.

[A pink bubble forms around the word and bursts at the corner of her mouth, and she starts coughing.]




[[So, this is a mod-approved death post--in other words, THERE IS NO WAY TO SAVE HER. Mwaha-hem. If you post, be prepared for lots of blood and potentially some emo. Also, there is a prompt that leads to this which will be put up later. THAT IS ALL.]]

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[contract_star]

[Oh. God.]

Misaki! [Runs to her and crouches down.]

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[Weak smile.] Hello...

[buckingbronco.livejournal.com]

Misaki! [And Dino's down next her as soon as he sees the blood]

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[Swallows a bit and starts coughing.] We found the gang. [Yes, she is being ironic.]

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[Hei looks her over, taking in the damage. Arterial bleeding, blood in the lungs, internal injuries. Hei sets his jaw and he goes numb.]

[There's nothing he can do.]

[He takes her other hand and presses the other over the hand at her neck to help staunch the flow, even though it's useless.]

How did this happen?

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Hey, be careful. What did you get hit with? [Goes to check on her wound]

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[Is shivering a little and wishing it would stop. She swallows, tastes blood.] Raided the den... Trap. Rookies. Idiot. [Starts coughing again.] Sorry. [Brushes her fingers against her throat.] Hurts to talk.

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Rebar. [Presses a little harder and is scared of how hard it is to keep pressure.] One of the rookies they insisted... on... [She pauses, gritting her teeth.] Idiot kid. Set off a trap. Rebar punched through my shoulder, nicked the artery. Be dead already if... [Starts coughing again blood speckles her lips.]

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[Bares his teeth, anger flashing across his face.] Damn it.

[Gives her hand a squeeze.] You don't have to say anything, then.

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[Reaches up to help put pressure on the wound] Don't talk like that. In fact it might be better if you didn't talk at all. [But Dino has seen enough people die in his time to recognize a fatal wound.]

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[Ironic smile.] Doesn't matter. Won't hurt long. Hei--protect them? Please...

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[Sees on his face that he knows as well as she does what's coming. Whispering,] Waste of my last few minutes.

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[His body sags a little, but he manages to smile at her.]

I will. I promise. Until you get back.

And if I meet any of the gang members...[Leaves it at that.]

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[Dino is upset so is slipping into boss mode by reflex. That means he's speaking very, very calmly right now.] Don't think like that. Don't just give up. [He's trying to stop the blood but he knows he can't and theres nothing her to help her with..]

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Until I get back. [Laughs a little at that.] God.

[Fumbles for his hand, wanting some kind of contact. Of course, this also means not holding pressure on the wound, since her other arm doesn't really want to move.]

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Not giving up. Being realistic. [She shifts and gives a tiny grunt of pain.] Didn't even make it all the way in. Didn't even find out who...

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[spots the dying woman, and is not at all surprised at it, strolling up to her, ever casual, and, well, eulogising]

"They shall have stars at elbow and foot; though they go mad they shall be sane, though they sink through the sea they shall rise again; though lovers be lost love shall not; and death shall have no dominion."

[crouches beside her and raises an eyebrow] Well, Miss Kirihara, it looks like you're not that bright. Do you want help dying, or would you prefer to go about it the slow, painful, melodramatic way?

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[Presses one hand against her neck, though blood is seeping through his fingers, and squeezes her hand again. He's not looking at her anymore, staring down through the floor at the stars and galaxies and nebulae below.]

A few days. Then you can protect your city again. [Bitter and purely evil smile.] Those bastards will be surprised, won't they?

[The smile disappears and he's trembling a little now, though whether it's anger or sorrow or fear he can't tell.]

[Quietly,] I hate this place...

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[He's keeping pressure on her wound but he knows it's not doing anything. And in this frame of mind he's completely rational.] It wasn't your fault. If you remember anything that might help...tell me. I'll pass it on to someone you can think can help.

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[Actually... smiles at him. Not even with dislike.] Apparently I'm not. Hello, you bastard. What do you think? Seems you've seen your share of melodrama--you contribute quite nicely, in fact.

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I don't. [Tiny smile.]

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[laughs] I am Time Lord, who was educated in the Academy, by the Citadel, in the Capitol, which sits between the mountains of Solace and Solitude on the continent of Wild Endeavour, on the planet of Gallifrey which sits in Inner Time and in the constellation of Kasterborous. Being overdramatic is in the species description.

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[Closes her eyes, trying to think. It's getting harder. The world keeps going tinny around her, ringing faintly and fuzzing at the edges.] A woman. There was... She was standing in the catwalk. I... can't remember...

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[Actually feels quite relaxed--there's no pretending with him, no struggling to hang on for another few minutes. She stares up at the Plane's 'sky'.] God. That's... rather ridiculous. You said you liked the planet, though. Was it pretty?

[Feels a weird weight settling over her, starting from the edge of her senses and creeping in.]

[contract_star]

[Can't quite return the smile.]

[Wordlessly he lifts her unbloodied hand and kisses the backs of her fingers.]