[OPEN][BACKDATED] Hold out I'll give a little piece of me

[chronomancer]

Characters: (Jade!)Eridan('s blood) and you!
Setting: Fleeing from the infirmary and up towards the dormitory, so stairways because Eridan's not reasonable when he's freaking out this bad.
Format: Action but I'll match your preference.
Summary: BACKDATED to Valentine's day. Eridan managed somehow to escape Dualscar's... "attentions", but not unscathed. So now he's leaving a very obvious jadeblooded trail as he flees towards his dormitory so he can hide under his bed.
Warnings: Lots and lots of jade green and it's not grubsauce. Will add more as necessary. Feel free to add chocolate shenanigans too if you want.

[Oh, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck.

Eridan stumbled as fast as his legs could take him, which didn't seem to be enough. Maybe running after losing an arm, still bleeding from losing an arm, wasn't the brightest of ideas, no. And maybe if he had been thinking straight, he'd have headed for the elevators, rather than the stairs.

But fuck rational thinking, he's going on the sheer terrified certainty that if he stops moving, if he lets Dualscar grab him again, he's going to die.

He might still die, as it is, what with the blood loss that's also painting a very convenient trail behind him, or the cuts on his throat and his face. But the single important thing is that he's not going to die at Dualscar's mercy.

Fuck that. If he's going to die, he's going to find a nice, cozy corner and then kick the bucket die on his own damn terms. Which at the moment seem to be anywhere but here.]

Comments

[mamadonna]

[ Oh, great. A fussy child. Eridan, you never saw how Signless could be as a tyke, this is nothing she hasn't dealt with before. He even had two arms! ]

For what, exactly? Should I simply surrender myself to resting on my palms until it should so happen that your vital fluids spill out to a degree that will doubtlessly result in your fatal end?

I should think not!

[chronomancer]

[Struggling a bit more now, because holy shit, stairs, going down. Goddammit, it took a long while to cross all those stairs and paint them bright green with his blood! And now you're tracing his steps back! No!]

It's okay!

[His voice twitches into a panic.]

Just. Just. Don't go dowwnstairs, please. Please, don't make me go downstairs again.

[Well, congrats. He's begging.]

[mamadonna]

[ She stops on the stairs a moment, His fear was truly palpable, and she was, for a moment, uncertain whether she should heed it or not. ]

But you must be brought to the infirmary if you hope to properly survive! What could inspire such terror in you?

[chronomancer]

[That pause was all he needed, he twisted like a cat mid-leap, quite possibly kicking her in the process, trying to squirm himself out of her hold just so he can run the fuck out of here as fast as possible.

Success/Failure/Try again/Flip the fuck out?]

[mamadonna]

[ She's hit with the kick, and ends up stumbling against the wall and dropping her staff, which rolls a little ways down the stairs.

It takes her a moment to get back to her feet, and without her staff she can only limp after him. There's some desperation in her voice as she calls after him. ]

Eridan. Eridan!

[chronomancer]

[Her stumble is all he needs to take off again, sheer adrenaline pushing his body's endurance as he shoot out towards the stairs, not once looking back.]

[mamadonna]

[ She can't well limp after him very effectively, so if she expects to catch him again, she'll need to retrieve her staff.

By the time she does, he's so ahead of her that she's not certain where to look on the next floor, and ends up spending an hour asking if anyone had seen him. Unfortunately, with two Eridans in the Tower, much of the resulting information is conflicting.

The worst of it is, he might have left a clearer trail if she hadn't wrapped his wound, so she could only hope that would be enough, and if so, that they could discuss this matter later. ]