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towerofanimus2012-12-29 08:51 pm
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011 | No peace for the wicked?
Characters: Sephiroth, Elena [Open - feel free to come interfere!]
Setting: 29th December - Early Afternoon: Corridors on route from Showers on 3rd Dormitory Floor to Dormitory 03-02
Format: Prose to start. Action if preferred
Summary: Turks. They just can't leave you alone. Violence ensues.
Warnings: Sephiroth: violent, quick-tempered, the usual warnings (Update: Elena impalement/bleeding out & death)
The Tower always held a a certain paranoia for Sephiroth - that he was always being watched. But of course if they were all subjects of the same masters, it couldn't be possible for the admins to be watching everyone all of the time. Ganondorf had even suggested the same before when they had conversed, but how did the troll lord know? There was a great amount of word of mouth going around about a great many things.
That thought just added itself to the mental pile that Sephiroth could only guess at about how things were set up here, how it was all run and indeed what exactly the truth was of his position here. Questions had still remained unanswered since he'd gotten here, all he'd learned really was that drones didn't have answers and that irritating Jason wasn't in his best interest. That damned illness was something he'd do a great deal to avoid, if there was some way to protect himself from a similar thing in the future.
He'd near leapt at the orb of black materia that had been sitting at his bedside when he'd returned from his time in the Infirmary. Only to have that somewhat desperate dream shatter in the moment that he held it. There wasn't any power there. It might as well have been a paperweight. The note had explained it all. It hadn't explained the fruit basket though, which Sephiroth had not even touched lest it was some other trick.
Today though, Sephiroth was leaving the bathrooms on the 3rd Dormitory floor when like an additional sense his paranoia switched on standing up all the small hairs on the back of his neck. It wasn't the normal paranoia though, Sephiroth got the distinct feeling that he was being followed. Sephiroth's intuition was as sharp now as it should be since he'd recovered but regardless, everytime he stopped and turned back there was nothing but empty corridor. If this was another of Jason's tricks...but just after he'd...had they seen that!?
As he headed back in the direction of his Dormitory, this feeling became something akin to someone screaming into his brain, it quickly became too much to bear. There was only one way to know for sure. As Sephiroth turned the last corner into the hallway leading up to his Dormitory, quickly he darted into the next doorway along regardless of if it was his dorm or not. Positioning himself behind the door he silently pushed it almost closed so that there could be a small crack which he could peer around. Then he crouched and waited, so quiet that he'd hear even if there was a pin drop out in the hallway.
Setting: 29th December - Early Afternoon: Corridors on route from Showers on 3rd Dormitory Floor to Dormitory 03-02
Format: Prose to start. Action if preferred
Summary: Turks. They just can't leave you alone. Violence ensues.
Warnings: Sephiroth: violent, quick-tempered, the usual warnings (Update: Elena impalement/bleeding out & death)
The Tower always held a a certain paranoia for Sephiroth - that he was always being watched. But of course if they were all subjects of the same masters, it couldn't be possible for the admins to be watching everyone all of the time. Ganondorf had even suggested the same before when they had conversed, but how did the troll lord know? There was a great amount of word of mouth going around about a great many things.
That thought just added itself to the mental pile that Sephiroth could only guess at about how things were set up here, how it was all run and indeed what exactly the truth was of his position here. Questions had still remained unanswered since he'd gotten here, all he'd learned really was that drones didn't have answers and that irritating Jason wasn't in his best interest. That damned illness was something he'd do a great deal to avoid, if there was some way to protect himself from a similar thing in the future.
He'd near leapt at the orb of black materia that had been sitting at his bedside when he'd returned from his time in the Infirmary. Only to have that somewhat desperate dream shatter in the moment that he held it. There wasn't any power there. It might as well have been a paperweight. The note had explained it all. It hadn't explained the fruit basket though, which Sephiroth had not even touched lest it was some other trick.
Today though, Sephiroth was leaving the bathrooms on the 3rd Dormitory floor when like an additional sense his paranoia switched on standing up all the small hairs on the back of his neck. It wasn't the normal paranoia though, Sephiroth got the distinct feeling that he was being followed. Sephiroth's intuition was as sharp now as it should be since he'd recovered but regardless, everytime he stopped and turned back there was nothing but empty corridor. If this was another of Jason's tricks...but just after he'd...had they seen that!?
As he headed back in the direction of his Dormitory, this feeling became something akin to someone screaming into his brain, it quickly became too much to bear. There was only one way to know for sure. As Sephiroth turned the last corner into the hallway leading up to his Dormitory, quickly he darted into the next doorway along regardless of if it was his dorm or not. Positioning himself behind the door he silently pushed it almost closed so that there could be a small crack which he could peer around. Then he crouched and waited, so quiet that he'd hear even if there was a pin drop out in the hallway.
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Her tracking began where they always did – the mark’s house. Or, in this case, Sephiroth’s room. Since they all were required to sleep in their assigned rooms at some point, it would be beneficial to know just where in the Tower he would have to rest. Finding nobody in the room, she had moved on – it would be smarter to only enter the room when she had a plan, like using one of Reno’s wire taps to bug the room.
Continuing onward, Elena slipped through the halls, pausing outside the 3rd Dormitory bathroom to listen to a noise that came muffled through the door. A sound that – upon a slight opening – became quite apparent of what was going on. Giving an inaudible snicker, Elena let the door slide shut, slinking back to hide behind the corner. It wasn’t so much that she was into the sexual escapades of the others in the Tower, but every little bit of intel was of value. Who she saw, however, earned a shocked look, speech rendered wholly impossible.
Sephiroth was….in the shower….but who would…?
Pushing aside the…disconcerning thought of Sephiroth in a shower doing very human – very male – like things, she continued her tracking of the former General, sticking close to corners and walls. Several times she found herself holding her break, back pressed against a wall only feet away as Sephiroth searched behind him. And each time she was relieved when he would turn back around and continue on. Keeping close, she waited until he turned a corner before quickly coming catching up to look around the corner and –
Gone?
Frowning, she leaned into the hallway, looking down both sides to ensure she wasn’t missing anything. Seeing nothing, she slowly moved into the hallway she swore she saw him head down, each step carefully placed to prevent the slightest of noise. Just how, exactly, did one lose a man standing at nearly six feet tall with long silver hair and wearing all leather, anyway?
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After agonizing, drawn out moments waiting for his suspicion to be confirmed or denied - not knowing in fact if the stalker had turned around and given up - then the Turk slid cautiously into view.
Elena. She just couldn't leave alone, could she?
He could just burst in from around the doorway and give her what she deserved but no, Sephiroth forced himself to stay crouched and wait for her to proceed down the corridor a little further before he would make his presence known. Clearly the little Turk hadn't been satisfied last time, when she'd been so brave to talk down to him after his stumble down the stairs under the effects of that sickness. Well now weren't the tables turned. In fact, this would prove ample recompense after that episode.
He waited a good couple of seconds after Elena had vanished from his little viewfinder before silently slipping back into the corridor just feet behind Elena, holding the door ajar as far as he could before it would close with an audible-
Click.
It couldn't have been a louder sound in the eerie silence of the hallway. Not waiting for her to turn around Sephiroth reached out to grab and spin her by the shoulder so she'd be turned with her back against the wall. His other hand, as fast as it should be swept in to pin her by the throat - fitting snugly just underneath that orange-tubed collar.
"Last time I checked, my shadow certainly wasn't a Turk." Sephiroth growled between them, green eyes betraying the psychotic tendencies that crossing a line with him could so easily bring to the surface. Unlike last time, he certainly wasn't lacking of strength now.
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Moving once more, Elena remained silent, footsteps even more meticulously placed than before. If she could just make it to the end of the hall, then she would be safe. But, as luck were to have it, she'd hardly moved three feet when silence was broken with a simple, earth-shattering sound. Click. Her entire body froze, muscles tensing at that faint noise, knowing that either she’d been caught by some random tower inhabitant or...
A strong, firm, angry hand on her shoulder, an abrupt spin, was telling enough that her luck in the Tower was still par for course – shitty and unrelenting. The man was fast, giving her no chance to respond as back met wall and throat warmed by leather-clad hand wrapped firmly around it. An involuntary gasp hitched in her throat – a response to the triple threat of leather against skin, of being caught and the look that conjured up unspoken painful promises. Hands gripped around the offending wrist, trying desperately to remove his hand from her neck.
"Gaia, you're jumpy today. Do you always jump out of closets to scare people who are walking by, minding their own business?"
Despite her attempt to play the situation as cool and calm, completely coincidental of her presence, brave bravado found little hold and was replaced only with a solid, heavy weight of fear. It was the eyes – always the eyes – that rendered her speechless; those very similar green, cat-like orbs that had bored down on her, laughed at her, and tormented her. Even if he didn't know or didn't remember what those copies had done, there was no mistake that he couldn't potentially do the same if he was so inclined.
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It would entirely depend on her. And by that response, she clearly wasn't swinging things in her favor.
"Don't play me for a fool." Eyes narrowed momentarily, locked with hers as he seemed to swill memories around in his head like a fine wine. Let's try to play nice first, even if his smooth tones are only guaranteeing a threat.
"Why are you following me?"
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It wasn't the fact that he could kill her that made her even try to struggle against his insurmountable strength. That would have been an easy way out and, perhaps, a little too expected. No, what terrified Elena was the fact that he could do much, much worse than a gentle snap of the neck. And any attempt to escape the horrors of her creative imagination would be well worth it.
"I-I'm not..." Her breath hitches again, lodging itself tightly in the center of her chest and pushing against ribs. Honey-colored eyes moved from the leather clad wrist that she tried desperate to pierce, and moved upward only to get caught by his own attentive gaze.
S-Stop! Stop looking at me! STOP IT!
Tearing her eyes free, she twisted her head to one side as far as she could, she released one of her hands from his wrist and pointed down the hall. This was her lie and she was going to stick to it. "I was going to visit a friend who asked me to come by. How was I supposed to know you were on the same floor?"
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Sure he'd play along for now, even though it was a blatant lie. Even if it hadn't been, it's unlikely Sephiroth would have believed her. He didn't even look away from her face. He wasn't going to look where she pointed either, just how stupid did she think he was?
If there was a friend, he might well go and hunt them down as well. There was no telling how far this obvious spying on him had developed, maybe Elena was getting her friends to spy on him as well. As if it wasn't bad enough just being in this damn Tower in the first place!
Instead, Sephiroth started to lift Elena by her throat up the wall while he felt around between them in case she was equipped with any other weapon that she might (though doubtfully) get to. Still mulling over in his mind what a fitting punishment might be.
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And then the idea came to her. An idea so horrible that it was either too stupid or too brilliant. The outcome would determine which. Ah, but if it worked... The man was paranoid and what better way to play on that than to use the trump card she'd just acquired.
"Oh...just a friend. She told me that she had quite an interesting story to tell me. Something about a romp with a new person in the show-"
Moving her free hand back to his wrist, Elena sputtered in protest as the ground slowly disappeared from beneath her feet. Fabric of her suit stretched as it was pulled against the chilled wall, earning a slight wince as the lines of her suit pressed uncomfortably into her sides. An even more offended noise erupted the moment she felt his hand wandering over her suit, seeking - she was sure - her firearm that rested in her shoulder holster. Legs kicked angrily at the offending hand in brute objection to the search.
"Don't touch me!"
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Couldn't be, could it? Impossible. But that means -
Well there was the proof she had been following him. Sephiroth paused in the search which was proving more of a dodging her kicking legs and glared deeply into Elena's eyes. A second later Sephiroth's knee came up hard and fast into Elena's stomach, still holding her by the neck up against the wall. Hopefully the result would be winding enough for him to rip into her suit, find and toss the firearm he surmised she must have somewhere; across the hallway out of harms reach.
"Say that again. I dare you."
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It was stupid to look back at him, to get caught by the hypnotic gaze that he - and his ilk, she remembered - would use to subdue his prey. Looking out the side of her eye, trying to still keep her head turned while fighting off the tightness of his hand, she found herself ensnared. And, for the first time since their encounter, she found herself trembling - though that did not have to be endured for long.
Pain exploded in her stomach, his knee thrusting itself upward, forcing air and spit up and out, nearly rendering her unconscious. But, no, of course he was not going to get her the benefit of escaping the pain. Even worse, he'd kept her pinned to the wall, stretching muscles of the abs to take the full blunt of the hit and remain in deep, throbbing pain. Hands, which had been holding tightly to him, slackened before falling to her sides.
"Hhnn?" Oh, sweet Odin, the pain. Groaning, she lifted her head, resting it back against the wall before blinking away the gloss that had turned him into a blur of silver and black. Well, no time like the present to stand up to your internal demons. "...I didn't know you were into shower sex, General."
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That final comment, was just about enough. As if he wasn't angry enough at the obvious fact that she'd somehow seen him with Catarina, whilst spying on him, Sephiroth's gaze significantly darkened the moment she referred -again- to his old title. It was like waving a red cape in the face of a raging bull. Even now as she was she dared to mock him.
Apparently, they all were sorely in need of the reminder of the pain that it would be only his pleasure to deliver.
Sephiroth's smooth features curled into a scowl as he used his grip around her throat to bring her forward a little and then back hard against the wall. The momentum from the impact with the wall would surely force her forward all the way to her knees as Sephiroth stepped back and actually let her go.
She may or may not have been conscious enough to realize that he'd stepped back and crouched with his back to where she would fall. With superhuman timing Masamune was willed into existence as Elena would fall forward. The great, elegant blade impaled as if her body were made of silk.
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For now, he hurled his wire at Sephiroth, aiming to wrap it around his neck. If he could cut off oxygen or just shock him with his powerful electricity, he might stand a better chance. The sword was long and didn't seem that reliable, but as the tower and facility proved to him, any weapon was a dangerous thing in the hands of the supernatural and unfamiliar.
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Toes reached for the floor, seeking some solace of steady ground, yet found nothing but empty air. With the situation growing continuously more dire, no thanks at all to her own mouth, Elena's attempts for freedom became more frantic, a tightened fist beating into his lower arm. She'd muse at a later point how damn indestructible the leather seemed to be; nails of her other hand barely even leaving little indents where they dug relentlessly in. When the lines of his face turned sinister, blood drained almost instantaneously from the color of her cheeks. Breath came in short, frantic gulps before being thrust once more against the wall, white hot pain exploding in the back of her head, causing eyes to roll back into her head for several seconds.
Then the pressure around her neck was gone and feet met ground in a sudden drop from her higher perch. Eyes blinked furiously to register the world around her, but with her balance still off from two good blows to the head, there was no stopping the buckling of knees and falling forward. Through a flurry of blinks Elena was able to register a glint of light reflecting off steel, a mass of leather pooling on the floor, and then a lethal point coming forward. There was no stopping, not at this angle, not at this speed. It's a new record - two Turks skewered on the same blade.
Time slowed, giving Elena a perfect view to watch as the tip of Masamune pressed against the center of her chest, just beneath her ribcage, cutting with deadly efficiency through blouse and skin before protruding through the other side. The lack of pain by the actual penetration was as surprising as the warmth of the wound, most likely caused by the blood that stained the white of her shirt, blossoming outward where cold steel met hot flesh. Bright red blood bubbled at the corners of her mouth before oozing down lips and chin, leaving several drops on the hallway floor.
Eyes, wide with shock, moved to the length of the blade that she'd not yet absorbed, and out of either instinct or a desire to live, she wrapped her hands around the blade, ignoring the biting cut into her fingers where they met the lethal edge. It might have been a futile attempt, given she was already impale, but so long as she was able to prevent herself from becoming more caught on the blade, she could push past the feeling of skin separating along the sword's egde, fingers growing slick with blood that dribbled slowly down the blood groove that followed the curved edge of the blade. Turning her attention towards her assailant, her mouth moved to speak, but words didn't come. Instead, her attention was drawn to an all too familiar wire cutting between them, moving to encircle around Sephiroth's neck.
"...H-He...!"
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"Maybe this will teach you to stay away."
Slowly he stepped forward and up from his crouch, pulling the long sword almost free of her. That had felt good, too good. Like a weight had been relieved from him. Clearly he intended to wound her more than just once - after all he knew well where to strike to prolong a bleed out.
"-Ugh." The remainder of Masamune was ripped down out of her as the wire; he'd been too busy admiring his handiwork to notice anyone approach, cut between them and wrapped itself around his neck. There was more than enough momentum there to drag him off balance from the angle at which Hei approached.
Burying the initial response to choke, Sephiroth quickly drew his off hand up to the wire to attempt and yank it free. Only to be met by Hei's following shock. Like a tazer set to some inhuman voltage it shot through every fiber of his body and he jolted with it accordingly, it seems that his leather only served to insulate - to send the electricity again and again around Sephiroth's body before being earthed.
Masamune clattered to the floor first and Sephiroth soon followed - dropping to his knees, with his head slumped forward as if he'd just dropped that way. His silver hair was all flyaway from the current, but he wasn't moving. Then after a few moments eyes shot back open to burn into the unexpected heroes as he took a breath, it could be imagined that the electric shock still danced deeply in those emerald eyes as Sephiroth's cells raced to repair him.
"No." He whispered defiantly, both hands grasped around the wire and pulled to try and get himself free.
I'm sorry. D|
She hoped so. Her mouth quivered briefly as she tried to find the right words say to the both of them, but the only thing that really came out of her mouth was, "Wha--t?" she mused softly, though not trying to catch anyone's attention in particular, but there was an injured person, so she wasn't quite sure if she should be trying to help them. People were fond of strangers trying to help them and any move would make her seem like some sort of assailant. She was persistent, but she wasn't sure how to work this situation right now. The last couple of weeks caught up to her and she took a moment longer before she spoke a louder.
"What's going on here?!" her tone was a little shaky as she said that wondering exactly what had happened.
Sephiroth was wrapped around some wires that Hei had and the blond girl was hurt and god knows how she got hurt in the first place, and Ishtar, she didn't didn't know what to expect of this situation but the worst. She really hoped that it wasn't bad. She sure as hell hoped it wasn't what she was starting to think. She really didn't want to make judgement on people without first knowing what was going on, but somehow, somehow the feeling in her gut. She remembered telling that guy to rest for a bit. It didn't seem like he'd be the type to listen anyway. She just kept running into him too, at the wrong times, and the wrong place.
She took a step forward, while keeping her other hand glued on her sword. At times like this, Sidia seemed to be her only protection, "Is she okay? Why is she hurt?" she mused again in taking in a shallow breath. She really wanted answers, and sure she wasn't exactly welcome here while people were minding their own problems, but she couldn't just give them all a blind eye.
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But his eyes flickered to Ishtar, and then back to Sephiroth. One problem at a time. After their last encounter, things weren't good, but still...
"Get Elena out of here, now!" he shouted, focusing all attention on Sephiroth.
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At least he was, the distraction of the wire and the following electric shock taking the former General by surprise and causing him to tear the rest of the blade free. The wound, which would have been a simple little cut, stretched and tore as metal ripped free, and all the strength and willpower to not give him the satisfaction of hearing her cry crumbled. Her body lent forward, a bloody hand snapping out to keep her from falling completely on her face before she fell too far, the other moving to the now freed wound and clasped over it. Blood flowed in thick rivulets between cupped fingers creating a growing pool beneath her.
Get up! Get up! Fingers pushed against the ground, forcing herself back up into a straightened position on her knees. As much as she wanted to lay down on the cool floor and rest, the voices in her head kept yelling, screaming for her to rise to her feet. To push on. Not only was her life on the line, but Hei – he was a Dark Angel for sure – had stuck his neck out for her as well. Was actually, physically prying the silver-haired demon off her. She would do him or his efforts no justice if she didn’t at least try.
The presence of the girl was unexpected, to say the least. Whether her presence was purely by accident or a change in her ever-growing bad luck, it was one she was going to take advantage of. Eyes moved to the girl, her head resting against her right shoulder, using her free hand to wipe absently at some of the fresher blood that had spilt and stained her cheek. “Don’t just stand there, help me!”
Muscles in her legs twitched, pulling her right leg beneath in slowly to try and get to her feet. Each movement was straining, blood oozing profusely, and yet her attention moved to Hei. She was going to owe him big time after this. In her half-crouched position, she found the energy to encourage her friend. “Don’t get yourself killed, okay?”
Sorry for flail....
At the same time that Sephiroth felt able to steadily move again, a foreign voice to this exchange was heard. Green eyes flickered to Ishtar and back to Hei but said nothing to the girl. Instead he used Hei's grip on the wire as leverage for him to drag himself up to one knee, Masamune's hilt was just at the edge of his vision; if he could get to that -
A hand outstretched as Sephiroth fought with his own cells to grant him the telekinetic pull-force needed to force this fight into his favor. Though instantly they had much more to worry about.
"ARGH!"
The second round of electric shock forced Sephiroth onto his front, jolting violently on elbows and knees first while his focus reeled. The burning pain of all of it had started to become distant as his focus was being forced inwards by the very cells making him able to endure such raw electric charge. Sephiroth continued to steel himself through gritted teeth as the electricity danced erratically through him. Refusing stubbornly to fall forwards onto the floor despite the involuntary jerking of his body that was going on.
No. No blacking out. I'm better than this.
But then Hei managed to turn his full attention towards Sephiroth, to unleash the fullest of his power and the agony was as if he'd been made of hyper-sensitive conductible material. Though Sephiroth was unable to vocalize any longer, indeed unnecessary body functions had performed their emergency shutdown already and within a few moments Sephiroth's body lurched forward and ended up curled on his side on the floor. Unconscious and critical, at least for the time being.
sorry was at a con D| hopefully this is okay.
"Right," she managed to mutter softly as she took her action.
She lowered herself slowly and wrapped her good arm around the other girl's waist and used her other arm to help the girl get up.
She didn't say anything at the words that were shouted to her. She just did what was ordered. She was there at a bad time and place, but she had no choice but to play along with this. She had a lot of questions to ask Hei, and Sephiroth, but it seemed like those would have to wait since she wasn't about to sacrifice someone's life ove rher own itching curiosity, "I got ya," she mused softly to the girl as she tightened her grip and possibly attmepted to help the other girl move from here to another safer location. She bit her lip as she glanced back at Sephiroth and Hei who was clearly hurting the other man.
What was going on? Who had hurt this blond girl and why was Hei telling her to get this girl away? Did Sephiroth do this? Did he hurt the girl? For what reason? She didn't want to assume the worst of this person.
He seemed pleasant the last time they were together while he was sick, but maybe because he was better, things would change. She didn't know, but she started moving as she turned back to Hei, "Please don't be careful," she mused. Though, it seemed like it was meant for more than just Hei.
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Cautiously, he moves closer, all before lunging, wrapping the wires around Sephiroth's body. He made special care to aim for the strongest and weakest muscles, hopefully binding the man, at least until his strength came back in full. Right now, he wanted answers. And he was the only person who could tell him anything. Propping him against the wall, he grabbed the general by the neck.
"Wake up, now!" He spoke, loud and clear for him to hear.
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The arm going around her waist was more than welcomed, looking up at the girl out of the corner of her eye before moving to Sephiroth, his pained cry bringing a schadenfreudeian smile to her lips. For all she cared, he could hurt more. Hurt forever. He deserved every ounce of pain and suffering after everything he did to Gaia and Rufus
and her. Her arm wrapped loosely around her shoulders, fingers leaving little bloody prints around neck and against her clothes, her face not at all apologizing for the mess. On the verge of death, there was no room for apology.Except when you accidentally caused the death or was somehow able to prevent it, but that was neither here nor there.With the help of the young girl, she was able to get to her feet, but the effort required was steadily becoming greater with each passing moment. Feet followed the motions as the girl walked her away, but her stride was staggered, toes dragging against the ground, the majority of her weight pressing against the other girl’s frame.
Once they were far enough away from Hei and, from his shout, the interrogation, Elena motioned to a place around the corner before nearly tripping over her feet. Her voice was strained, the depletion of energy audible with each short gasp. "P-put me down. There. I can't..."
Feet tripped over each other again, drawing her eyes down. A steady trail of fresh bright blood had followed the pair, large drops falling from her hand that covered the wound, the rest from the soaked fabric of her shirt and inside seam of slacks. Fingers curled into the girl's shoulder as knees buckled, eyes drifting partially shut. She was tired. So tired. And there just so little energy left to continue her escape. Elena was ready to just rest and let the death that she knew was coming just come. It'd be easier than rushing to the infirmary and trying to close the wound, wouldn't it?
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Then he could smell blood and feel cold wall behind him and with thunderous sudden awareness he realized there was a hand around his throat and words being shouted at him. Sephiroth tried to move but between the cooldown from the charge and the binding only a slight fidget could be managed. He locked eyes with Hei but said nothing.
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The infirmary was faster to get to but eventually, she knew they had to stop soon and Elena was in no condition to go much further. Ishtar secured as much as she could around Elena. She tried to carry the other woman's weight to the best of her abilities.
She didn't want the woman to end up hurt in any way form. At least, not much more than anyone else. Ishtar didn't catch a glimpse of the blond's expression but even if she did, it wouldn't really matter, because Ishtar was an outsider in this situation. When they were far enough, Ishtar sensed what the other wanted and lowered her towards the wall. Ishtar could heal her if she did her best. The strongest magic spell she could use right now could help the healing process. Her healing magic was not something to joke about. Facility helped her exceed her own limits with magic and now she was well prepared to help others with it no matter what.
She could tell that the girl was severely injured and needed attention fast. She didn't have time to take her to the infirmary to get a doctor on her or anything. She wanted to try to heal her first. She hoped she could do that. When the girl finally told her to let her go, she did and made sure to use one of the walls in the hallway to sit her up against. Ishtar immediately started to look around her for anymore injuries than the one she had currently. Ishtar almost lost her balance before as the girl lost her footing. She started to speak immediately to Elena as the two girls were on the floor now.
"Let me try healing you. It might stop the bleeding!" she mused in a worried tone.