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[thinkbrave.livejournal.com]

I need-- ( she's gasping for breath a bit, and the Vine might catch sight of her hands, smeared with blood.

Stop, Ellie. Pause. She forces herself to do it, to take a moment to breathe, because if she doesn't and this comes out all a mess, then Em could be worse off than she already is. Whoever's watching might catch sight of Em on the ground, Ellie's hands pressing agaisnt her abdomen, hear the pained rattle in and out of her breath. )

I need help. One of those phantom things, it shot Em. I don't know how to fix it. ( Fighting against her words, voice cracking a bit on fix - something she'd be disgusted at herself at, any other time. )

We're down in Hell. Um, it's-- it's a new place, by the jungle? A whole shit tonne of cliffs, she won't make it out of here. ( Without losing too much blood. Without disturbing the wound. Without countless other awful things happening that she isn't letting herself think about, naturally making them the things that fill her mind. )

If any of you have healing magic or-- a way to get out of here, I don't know. She needs help, right now.

( The whimper in the background gets louder, and Ellie looks away from the Vine. It's forgotten, just for the moment. ) Hey. Come on, you'll be right. Just gotta get some of those girls to quit stuffing about being couch potatoes.

( She's not very good at comfort, and the strain shows. ) You'll be fine. Buck up.


( ooc: rescue plans have already been worked out oocly, but other threads are naturally totally welcome. )

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[brands.livejournal.com]

[No jokes today. Fang's serious now, her eyes bright and focused.]

Just hang on. I'll get you two out.

Keep talking to her.

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[thinkbrave.livejournal.com]

( There's an incredulous part of her that wants to demand how?, but there's no time for the attitude. She just nods. ) Okay. Thanks.

( And she can't help herself, can never shut herself before a needless comment slips out: ) Hurry.


( That's something. Help on the way. An adult, even, which was frankly a relief. )
Em, hear that?

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[brands.livejournal.com]

[a curt nod.] Don't you worry. I'll be there as soon as I can.

[The Mirror pans up and away from Fang, to focus on the sky. There's a low rumble, like thunder, and what looks to be black clouds forming up above.

There's the sudden sound of a roar, and the video cuts.]

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[howaverage.livejournal.com]

[ She can hear it, she isn't deaf yet, but it's really starting to get hard to focus. She nods, the sheer strain of it visible in her face, and she gasps out, having been holding her breath. ]

Yeah. [ Tiny voice, not sure if she wants to stop pressing or not, because it hurts if she does and doesn't. ] Are you okay? You weren't-- [ A breath. ] --weren't hurt, were you?

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[thinkbrave.livejournal.com]

( As soon as the feed cuts - and to be honest, she'd be wondering what the fuck was going on with that thunder and the roar, if she wasn't too busy focusing on Em - Ellie disregards the Vine.

She shakes her head, trying to push her own hair back with her shoulder so she doesn't wind up smearing Em's blood over her face, but it keeps falling forward. A minor thing, really, but it's frustrating when she's trying to see properly, keeping the pressure firm. ) I'm fine.

You gotta quit fussing over me. Bloody drama queen. ( Tense. So very, very tense. And suddenly, a surge of anger, because how dare she get shot? What right did she have to that?

It was childish, but she didn't care. ) What the Hell is wrong with you, telling me to get in the tent?

( And that bothers her too, but it's only bubbling up because she's scared and she quite literally doesn't know what to do. She remembers Lee describing gunshot wounds as having barbed wire slowly pulled through you, and that's all she can imagine now, barbed wire pulling and clawing Em's insides. What she'd give for her brain to shut up, sometimes. )

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[howaverage.livejournal.com]

[ Em would roll her eyes if that didn't take too much of an effort. Instead, she just groans over Ellie's stubbornness, which makes her wince at the same time. ]

What the Hell is wrong with you for not getting in?

[ Like that makes sense. Really. Arguing at a time like this. To be fair, though, it had been seriously the only thing that occurred to her to protect Ellie. ]

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[thinkbrave.livejournal.com]

Oh, yeah. Go into the dead end with no escape route. That's a bloody great idea.

( She can't help the reaction. Or, she can, but she's terrified, and if Em is fighting that means she's okay, right? It gives her something to focus on?

Loose straws. ) Moron.

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[recalls.livejournal.com]

[Super determined and worried Vanille over here.] I'm going with you! No arguing!

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[brands.livejournal.com]

All right. [She would argue, but no time.] Just hang on tight.

[She summons Bahamut (http://finalfantasy.wikia.com/wiki/Bahamut_%28Final_Fantasy_XIII%29), and it immediately shifts into Gestalt mode. Fang hops on, and offers Vanille her hand to help her up.] We've gotta be quick. That wound looks bad.

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Uh-huh! [She stands back as Fang summons her Eidolon, then takes the proffered hand and climbs aboard. She clings to Fang, nodding.] Let's go!

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[And up they go. With a roar, Bahamut unfurls her wings and swoops into the sky. The trek to the jungle does not take long, at the pace they're going, but it takes longer to find the cliffs. As they come into view, Fang sucks in a breath.

It's Gran Pulse. Or at the least, it looks so similar to Pulse that it's eerie. She calls over the sound of the wind:]

Vanille, do you see that?

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[Vanille leans over the edge, keeping a careful grip so as not to fall, though she knows Fang would save the shit out of her like a bamf - she's done it before.

When she catches sight of the land spread out below them, her eyes go wide.] It looks just like home!

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[recalls.livejournal.com]

['Sup I'm cheerful in the face of shootings and whatnot.] I can heal, be right there!

WHY ARE YOU HAPPY AT MY PAIN

[howaverage.livejournal.com]

I'M NOT I JUST PRETEND EVERYTHING'S FINE WHEN IT ISN'T

[recalls.livejournal.com]

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[thinkbrave.livejournal.com]

( What is wrong with you? and so forth.

Not bothering to shoot a judging look to the Vine right now, although the thought crossed her mind. ) Right. Thank you.

( Does that mean she's a doctor? She looks really young to be a doctor. )

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[recalls.livejournal.com]

[Don't judge her, she's about to do some life saving fuck you.

CCCCCCCCCC:] Just sit tight, okay?

[No she's magical!!!!!!!!!]

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[thinkbrave.livejournal.com]

( she wants to see some credentials, lady

e_____________e ) I'm not going anywhere.

( She said, like a surly little child.

e______________________________e )

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[recalls.livejournal.com]

[WHOOOOOOOOSH. That's the sound of your jerkitude going right over Vanille's head.] Good! [Oh look, her ride's here.] See you soon! [She waves, and the feed cuts.

Does Hecatoncheir count as a credential.]

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[howaverage.livejournal.com]

[ THIS IS A TENTACLE FREE ZONE ]

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[mellifluently.livejournal.com]

Ellie? One of them hurt someone? I didn't know they could do that.

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[thinkbrave.livejournal.com]

( So anxious, which makes her frustrated and irritable. )

Yeah? Now you do.

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[mellifluently.livejournal.com]

I'm sorry. How bad is it? Is someone coming?

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[thinkbrave.livejournal.com]

It's fine. ( She sounds a bit tired, trying to brush her hair out of her face and eventually resorting to using hr hand, trying not to smear blood as she does so. )

Fang's on her way. And, uh, some friend of hers.

( Purposefully ignoring that middle part. She doesn't know. )

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[mellifluently.livejournal.com]

Okay. Good.

[She nods. She's still concerned over the fact Ellie hasn't told her how bad the wound is, but she doesn't ask again.]

Can she hear me? I might be able to help, a little, while you're waiting.