soulus: (11)

[personal profile] soulus 2020-10-21 03:43 am (UTC)(link)
[His right hand is flesh, and it shows. That's not a big deal. Skin can grow back or be bought.

Lowering his hands, he assess the blood on the ground.
]
misstrust: (Sit down you inarticulate bumble)

[personal profile] misstrust 2020-10-21 03:57 am (UTC)(link)
[ Okay.

Okay, that's enough, Rufus can get annoyed that she's interrupting the blood learning the alphabet--

But Dorothy is making a break for it past Chise to try and smudge at least one of those symbols. Not today, demonic circle. ]
soulus: (23)

[personal profile] soulus 2020-10-21 04:05 am (UTC)(link)
[His head snaps in the direction of the footfalls.

Instantly, he understands her intention—and doesn't interfere. Whether she succeeds or the blood finishes spelling out his name, something will happen. Besides, she's moving fast.
]
misstrust: (That's bullshit)

[personal profile] misstrust 2020-10-21 12:34 pm (UTC)(link)
[ Dorothy is aware. And Dorothy knew exactly what was going to happen, probably, because even as she smudges the writing, she's already turning back towards Chise.

Aaaaand then that sword stabs into her abdomen and Dorothy kind of just lets out a sharp scream of pain because ow, shortly before she collapses onto her knees.

But. The symbols are smudged, so don't you feel stupid, Chise Doppelganger. ]
soulus: (07)

[personal profile] soulus 2020-10-21 12:50 pm (UTC)(link)
[It's always a sword.

The circle's been smudged. Rufus reaches inside a pant pocket with the raw fingers of one hand, curling them around the aquamarine that should allow him to outpace the child with ease, and moves to scoop Dorothy out of the way in a less crowded section of the room outside of the circle.
]
misstrust: (A nasty old abstinence rally)

[personal profile] misstrust 2020-10-21 01:11 pm (UTC)(link)
[ Dorothy says nothing. She's just going to keep one hand tightly pressed to that growing blood stain on her abdomen and stay curled.

Great, graduation. ]
soulus: (09)

[personal profile] soulus 2020-10-21 01:14 pm (UTC)(link)
[She should probably get that wrapped.

He eyes the crowd, waiting. Graduation doesn't sound promising.
]

Where?
misstrust: I'm dead! (So many regrets)

[personal profile] misstrust 2020-10-21 01:47 pm (UTC)(link)
[ Well. That doesn't sound promising.

But whatever, at least an auditorium is probably better than Satanic Rituals 101 so Dorothy won't even bother protesting. ]
soulus: (01)

[personal profile] soulus 2020-10-21 02:55 pm (UTC)(link)
[In that case, he will exit the room with Dorothy in tow. They can address the wound once they've established themselves in a fairly secure location, but first he asks her:]

How deep is it?
misstrust: (She wants us to eat each other)

[personal profile] misstrust 2020-10-21 03:06 pm (UTC)(link)
[ Dorothy carefully moves her hand, tugging up her shirt to look.

That sure is a lot of blood! ]


I don't think she hit anything too vital... but it's not going to clot on its own.

[ She says this rather calmly for someone getting paler but it's fine. ]
soulus: (11)

[personal profile] soulus 2020-10-21 03:21 pm (UTC)(link)
[Pity he can't cauterize it.

There's nothing else to be done about it. He kneels to set her down on the floor against the wall. Then he pulls the vest over his head and tears the cotton, balls up a strip of it, and presses down on her abdomen with both very naked hands. If it's not going to clot on its own, he can at least apply pressure for several minutes before tying it off with the rest of the cotton.
]
misstrust: (I drowned a litter of his young...)

[personal profile] misstrust 2020-10-21 03:33 pm (UTC)(link)
[ Truly, a pity.

Dorothy just kind of endures this with the occasional pained noise, biting her lip when Rufus presses down with his uncomfortably naked hands. It's tended to as best as they can manage and at least guarantees she won't bleed out and die in five minutes. ]


... Thanks. We should keep moving...
soulus: (01)

[personal profile] soulus 2020-10-21 03:35 pm (UTC)(link)
[She may bleed out in six minutes instead.

Organs can also be replaced with money. She'll be fine.

With her wound wrapped as tightly as he can manage without cutting off blood flow entirely, they set off down the hall toward the auditorium.
]
misstrust: (It's against the rules)

[personal profile] misstrust 2020-10-21 03:57 pm (UTC)(link)
I don't think she'd appreciate it, even if I did.

[ It's a quiet murmur and then Dorothy is on her ginger way down the hall with Rufus to the auditorium.

When they reach the cheerleader, she just shrugs wearily. ]


We're here to graduate.
soulus: (13)

[personal profile] soulus 2020-10-21 03:59 pm (UTC)(link)
Yes.

[They, adults, are here to graduate from high school.]
misstrust: It's definitely real (I saw it on the internet)

[personal profile] misstrust 2020-10-21 04:26 pm (UTC)(link)
I think I'm good.

[ Rufus is a grown man who can speak for himself and make his own decisions except when he steps in circles and lets his skin melt off. ]
soulus: (19)

[personal profile] soulus 2020-10-21 04:27 pm (UTC)(link)
[He holds his left, less bloody hand out to accept the yearbook.]
misstrust: (Am I bleeding?)

[personal profile] misstrust 2020-10-21 04:43 pm (UTC)(link)
[ The best times. Now Rufus can look at his dying mom whenever he wants!

Poor Team Sissues though. ]

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