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[noneedforheroic.livejournal.com]

[She knew better, really she did, but the dull edge of restlessness was just starting to get to her. Had been creeping, very slowly, she wasn't like Red, she could handle downtime and endless hours of bullshit recon with nothing but a cigarette for company. But it had found a catalyst in those fucking phantoms, a subtle itch that she just can't quite purge. It's important to her, her team, and they're not here.

And as of now, there's not a damn thing she can do about it. So restless it is and she heads out, patrols the places she knows and idly considers the exploration of somewhere new. She can magic up a flashlight with a little dirt and head down into the caves, why not? She's heard there are critters down there, but she knows about nasty monsters, the exercise will take her mind off it. It's nothing she can't handle.

She doesn't notice the acrid reek of the Dracaenae's claws until it's too late though. The thing's dead and she's idly poking over its corpse for anything useful when she notices their black tips and lifts a hand to the ripped fabric at her side.]

...Fuck. [It hasn't started to burn yet, so maybe she'll be all right, but it was reckless enough--(Red's fault, it was always Red's fault somewhere, infectious little bitch)--coming down here alone to begin with without heading in deeper. She turns around, heads back. They know she's been hit though, those goddamn creepers, and every time she has to stop and beat one down--(heart rate up, blood pulsing)--the sense of it increases: shivering, nausea, dizziness.

When she comes out into the sunlight, she's covered in brackish blood, sweating. She barks for the vine, and it comes curling out of the brush. She would prefer to be more composed than this, but she drops down into the grass and heaves violently, unable to speak at all for a long time because of the way her diaphragm has seized up. She eventually puts her hand over it, the faint green glow of her materia showing just long enough to get out:]

Red. Get the fuck out here, now.

[The 'bring my goddamn medkit' will just have to go unspoken because she's sputtering again, this time actually throws something up. With surprising grace, all things considered.]

[[ooc; this is actually open to everyone ever! it will embarrass her so much if people other than reno come to help :D ]]

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[action; I couldn't resist]

[no-hometown.livejournal.com]

[There is no one swifter in her world, and few to match her speed in any other. She doesn't arrive so much as appear, in a flash of silver hair and pauldrons above the black of her combat gear. She'd seen Rude's message on the Vine while she was out patrolling.

Her green eyes flash, and she gazes down at Rude as if she can see through her, but in truth, she is assessing the situation. It takes but a moment. She recognizes the symptoms, and she does not waste time with greetings or questions. She raises an arm.]

[ESUNA]

[The light from her Heal Materia flares and washes over the woman. She has greater command over Materia than anyone else, she knows this, and she is confident that this will solve the problem. Yet she will not entirely take for granted that it will work in this place, where things are not necessarily the same as they are at home. She drops into an easy crouch beside the woman, still watching her closely.]

You should recover shortly. I will remain with you.

[action; beautiful and hideous]

[noneedforheroic.livejournal.com]

...I probably got it from here...

[action]

[no-hometown.livejournal.com]

Lie down. [The words, though calm, are a SOLDIER's command, not a suggestion.] You are suffering from the effects of an unknown toxin. [She will not be disobeyed. One cannot allow ill and possibly delirious people to act however they wish; they are not fit to make such decisions.]

[Sephiroth uses her Restore Materia on Rude as well, for good measure, the green light of the Cure spell playing over Rude's body.]

You will stay here until I have determined that you have recovered enough to move.

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[noneedforheroic.livejournal.com]

Movin'.

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[no-hometown.livejournal.com]

[Sephiroth looks from the vomit to the tree, following Rude's gaze and guessing her intentions. In battle, she can guess how others will strike before they have had the thought themselves. She can size up patients as well as opponents.]

Very well.

[She thinks the woman can be moved, but she will not allow her to walk, not yet. So she quickly takes her in her arms, careful to keep her body as still as possible. With her speed and strength, it takes but a moment. Then they are at the tree, and Sephiroth is setting Rude down carefully.]

As I said, it will not take long, but you should lie still for now.

[tasercopter.livejournal.com]

[Reno likes to hang around watching the Vine. It's not the best form of entertainment, but you never know when something interesting might show up on it. Though by "interesting" she doesn't mean suddenly getting an eyeful of her partner bleeding and barfing all over the place. What the fuck--?]

Be right there.

[She doesn't bother waiting for a response, waste of time. Reno doesn't need to be told about the medkit. She knows where it is, and she's out the door with it in a flash.

She knows where the caves are, too. In fact, she knows a lot for someone who acts like they loaf around drinking all day, probably because that's something of a deception. (Not that she doesn't actually drink, because she loves drinking.) But she's not being lazy now, and she arrives soon enough, medkit in hand, armed, and out of breath.]

What the hell happened to you?

[But she doesn't know if Rude can answer or not, and she's already kneeling beside her with the medkit open--there must be antidotes in there...]

[noneedforheroic.livejournal.com]

Hah. Went spelunking.

[tasercopter.livejournal.com]

[There it is. This stuff should do the trick. Reno usually isn't the one to do the fixing up, but she knows how.]

Spelunking. Great. Couldn't you go spelunking in some pussy like a normal person? [She shakes her head.]

Like me, for instance. I don't go in caves lookin' for monsters. [She'd go in a cave full of monsters without a second thought if that was the order, and probably crack a joke about it, but what the hell is the point of going into a monster cave for no reason? It's not fun.]

If you were that bored, you could've told me.

[noneedforheroic.livejournal.com]

I can entertain myself.

[tasercopter.livejournal.com]

There you go, drink up, baby. [She pats her jacket pocket, where she keeps her flask.] I've got something else for you to swallow if you take all your medicine, like a good girl.

You call this entertainment? I'd say you put on one hell of a show for yourself.

If you like it that rough, you don't need to go find yourself some monsters. [She winks. No sense being serious about the situation when the danger's passed.] I can get the job done.

[urbanwonderland.livejournal.com]

[Reeve appears onscreen in due course, brows knitted in accordance with the occasion.]

Rude? Rude are you conscious?
[She's aware that Sephiroth is somewhere out and about-- it wouldn't surprise her to see the SOLDIER momentarily.]

I do have some material, but I'm rather far away-- I'll stay with you until Reno, or someone else, arrives. But I'm only willing to wait a very short time.

[noneedforheroic.livejournal.com]

Don't squawk, Reeve.

[urbanwonderland.livejournal.com]

[Reeve smiles, but remains concerned.]

Yes, I see you are indeed conscious.
All right, I won't "squawk", but I will insist on keeping you talking. What in all the hells did you run into down there?

[noneedforheroic.livejournal.com]

Ugly bitches.

Vid vid. Yes I am aware how unhelpful a comment like this is. She's like that.

[peachhat.livejournal.com]

You sure look pretty busted up there, must have been some fight. So you ARE an actual fighter, I see.

[noneedforheroic.livejournal.com]

Must be.

[peachhat.livejournal.com]

What did you fight? Some oversized chicken? Heard they were dangerous to average humans. Wouldn't know, not being one.

Could help ya, if you still need. Kind of what a being like me should do, towards ordinary humans and all.

[noneedforheroic.livejournal.com]

Fuck yourself, kiddo.

[action]

[existwithoutme.livejournal.com]

[When Rude looks up, it might seem like a symptom of her delirium, but a small, oddly dressed woman is floating above her, looking down at her with very cold eyes.]

You should be more careful. You're only a weak human. [She continues to study Rude, seemingly indifferent, but she is attempting to feel a measure of compassion for the suffering creature. Surely sympathy should be immediate? She could cure Rude easily, but she'd like to feel something first.]

[She glances toward the cave opening.] What are the monsters like?

[action]

[noneedforheroic.livejournal.com]

Beastly.

[action]

[existwithoutme.livejournal.com]

Not that it truly matters, as you cannot die here, but I've heard pain can be traumatic. [She examines Rude searchingly, as if looking for signs of this trauma. Maybe she's starting to feel something, but she doesn't have enough empathy to realize this is not the way to be empathetic.]

[She gives a little smile.] Hm, how descriptive. I find humans can be rather beastly as well. Such is the nature of beasts. After all, you entered the monsters' realm, and they reacted as any territorial creature would. I don't doubt you attacked them in response. Animals are so predictable.

[action]

[noneedforheroic.livejournal.com]

Then I was in good company.



You want something? I'm a little busy.

[video]

[persical]

[Well, that...is not a good state to see your roommate in.]

What happened!? No, wait, don't try to speak--I'll get her--

[unless she's already gone, and since the apartment is empty save for herself, there's a good chance Reno is out and about. At least the Vine should be smart enough to deliver the message to the right person, right?]

[but she can't sit around and wait, even if she's not too knowledgeable about anything more than scrapes and bruises.]

I'll be there as soon as I can!

[video]

[noneedforheroic.livejournal.com]

Kitty, don't--

[video]

[persical]

You're in pain, I can't leave you! [sorry, Rude, your partner picked up a stubborn one.]

If I can find Reno, I'll send her your way. But she isn't at home, and you shouldn't be alone--

[she can't tell how bad it is over the Vine, so she sounds a bit frantic as she searches their rooms for something useful, disappearing from sight for a moment. She comes back with a sheet she's been meaning to salvage despite the cigarette burns on it, and a bottle of antiseptic. She had no idea what it was at first, but being literate has its perks when everything is helpfully labeled.]

Just....stay still! [she frets at the mirror for another moment, before dashing off. She'll get a cat to guide her.]


[ooc: I am cool with her arriving after Reno does, since medically she is...not much help...]