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

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.]

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[ Dolorosa had gotten away from from the madness of the workshop and was inclined at that moment to similarly hide, but encountering a small trollboy bleeding the same hue she carries stops her in her tracks. She only knew of one such candidate, though, and hoped her assumption was correct. ]

E-Eridan?

[The sound of his name on an unfamiliar voice caught him by surprise. The surprise turned to something like renewed horror when he caught sight of the looming adult troll.

She didn't look happy.

He wasn't sure he could deal with another not-happy adult troll in one day. Eridan swallowed back a whimper and backed away slowly, ducking his head.]

I'm sorry, I was just--

[ Oh, but there are so many kinds of unhappiness, Eridan, this one being more pained than angry. She kneels a little while reaching out to him. ]

There's little to apologize for, and certainly no time. You've been injured, that presents a dilemma which must be solved immediately!

[Eridan flinched, raising his hand in an attempt to seem placating, feeling the urge to run once more.]

It's... It's okay, really. You don't need to concern yourself about it.

[ Wow that does not sound at all convincing! ]

Eridan, you are in absence of a limb, that is not a matter deserving of negligible concern!

But--

[Oh god, please don't get mad? He's stepping back again, slowly convincing himself to give in and run.]

[ And she is stepping forward in sync, putting out a hand that she hopes will be seen as non-threatening. ]

Please, I only wish to provide you with assistance!

It's fine. Really.

[Baaaacking away. Really, it's just a matter of time before he slips in his own blood.]

I'm. I'm okay.

[ She tosses up her hands and gives him a look somewhere between exasperation and horror. ]

You most assuredly are not! At the rate you're expelling vital fluids, you're likely to encounter rather fatal results if the wound isn't tended to immediately!

You don't havve to--

[He tries to back away some more and ends up slipping. Oh wow, you look way taller from down here. Not that he knows you might have Feelings about it, but lying on his ass like that leaves the symbol on his shirt on display pretty well, despite the blood. Most of his blood is soaking his jacket, anyway. Look at him, all red and green and terrified.]

[ She gives the sign pause, but pushes it aside, buries it deeper. She can ask about that later, but there are more important things right now. She instead bends down to take hold of his shoulder. ]

No, I very apparently do, in fact.

[Oh god, oh god, here comes the pain, he just knows it. Eridan tenses up, tucking his head down, clearly expecting some kind of blow.

Why are you so scary, Dolorosa?]

[ Instead, she bends down and tears the hem of her skirt, wrapping the cloth around his wound very tightly to stem the bloodflow, then she scoops him up and tucks her staff under one arm as she walking in the direction of the infirmary. Aggress/Abscond/Acquiesce? ]

[Eridan freezes in place for a second, trying to process the sheer bizarreness of the situation. Then he snaps out of it and starts struggling when she starts heading down the stairs.]

W-wwait!

[ 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!

[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.]

[ 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?

[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?]

[ 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!

[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.]

[ 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. ]

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

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