𝑮𝑼𝑴𝑷𝑻𝑰𝑶𝑵𝑬𝑫 ﹗

       car glovebox.   loose cigarettes and smoked butts   ;   hard candies wrapped in red foil and one unopened, collecting dust   ;   a small, near—empty spray bottle, its bottom clouded in a ring of rheum that she once used to clean her bifocals.   nora needs to clear it out.

       and of interest, two scraps of paper   :   one, a note that she's been meaning to research, adorned with an illegible scrawl of foreign tongue   (   a   ‘ thank you ’   letter, unbeknownst to her, Kymerian in nature, expressing gratitude for the wet tuna behind the detective agency once meant for anthropomorphic felines and their more familiar stray kin   )   ;   and another private photograph she keeps forgetting to hide, fearful that it may not only jeopardize her own occupation but a certain coworker's as well.

       ‘ secret ’ hiding spot.   a family album, namely postcards from her parents and a few pictures of her and celeste when they were younger.   it's difficult to keep worldly possessions when evacuating her home has become routine, but she tries to hold onto these.

       the photographs, however, are a front for the one thing she hides from everyone else   :   an otherworldly power manifested as a small, ragged stone.   she had stolen it prior to the CUBE shattering on athena, after noticing jervis' declining health following his bus accident.   its hue has undergone multiple metamorphoses, glowing violet then white and finally bursting into a brilliant cerulean before going dark.   it hasn't illuminated since.   she keeps it in hopes that it will light up again and lead her to a cure, but secretes it away not only in fear of how others would react to finding it but what it's capable of if it ever comes alive again.

A  PEAK  AT  WHAT’S  INSIDE  THEIR          .    .    .

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her head snaps up , remembering her companion now … she stops to hiss in pain again before she can turn to see her , settling for just sitting and listening to what she said . her eyebrows rise as she sees the human tear apart the cloth , then when the leather is offered to her . ‘’ this is going to sting …. ‘’

“ …i don’t have a choice in this, do i? “

and with that , she takes it and begins chomping down , bracing for the pain that ‘’ gummy ‘’ has promised and moving her hand away from her wounded side .

       no,   she   did   not   have   a   choice.     nora moves diligently, urgently, lithe fingers grafting saturated adhesive to underskin, where the flesh is exposed and in need of aid.   mindful of her movements, she circles around meow skulls ever so slightly as if not to break the professionalism of their one—hundred gold bond.   she wants to ask the obvious   ‘   are you okay?   ’   but her partner's expression says it all, and nora decides not, holding her tongue.   tying the bandages taut, she finishes, gloved palms hovering just above the wound partially in hopes of absolving any more pain before she backs away.

       ❛   there,   ❜   a sigh of relief, a breath of fresh life into an otherwise barren battlefield, multicolored munitions glittering meters away as a reminder that they were the only survivors,   ❛   that should hold until your next tournament.   or until you seek proper medical aid.   ❜   nora collects her belongings and extends a hand to meow skulls only after the anguish has vanished from her face and the gauze has melded to fur.   wherever she's going, she must keep moving.

       ❛   you should be mindful of your resources in the future.   ❜   round bifocals direct themselves towards an empty canister of med—mist resting against a nearby stump.   nora wants to be helpful, she wants meow skulls to heed her warning, but the stoicism in her voice might give the opposite impression   (   ‘   don't get too close, kid   ;   you know what happens to all of the loopers once they get here.   ’   ).   a pregnant pause fills the air as she mulls over her next choice of words.   ❛   you wouldn't want to find yourself this injured again.   ...   or worse.   ❜

@gumptioned​  ♥

to say this round had been intense would be the understatement of the century . she was barely managing to find good weapons and ammo , shields were rare , and every time she’d get into a fight it’d leave her hanging by a thread , making her use up any med supplies she could get her hands on .

it wasn’t all bad though , she managed to find and hire a companion about midway into the match . a human woman named gumshoe , who ended up saving her ass a few more times than she’d like to admit … eventually , it was just her , ‘’gummy’’ and one other looper left . another human in a brown hat and leather jacket with a whip hanging off his side . they traded shots as the circle closed in , both cracking each other shields before eventually …

BLAST !! skulls’ shotgun fires and lands it’s pellets into the man’s face , falling to his knees before disappearing in blue blocks . VICTORY ROYALE ! a voice shouted from nowhere , as the storm slowly began to recede , destroyed structures in the distance rebuilding themselves as the island prepared itself for the next round … and meow skulls collapsed to her knees , panting heavily as the adrenaline rush of the fight wore off and she clutched her side . looking over at the little watch on her wrist to look at her health … 25 health points . damn , he got her good … she checked her items on hand , only to find her med-spray emptied , sighing as she tried to get up ..

“ hrrngh… shit, gonna have to walk this off until i get sent back to the starter isl– ACK! “

keyword : tried , as she fell back down again . it seems in the midst of her pain , she was forgetting she wasn’t quite alone here .

       ❛   lie   still.   you'll   exacerbate   your   wounds   moving   like   that.   ❜

       easier said than done   ;   nora is no nurse, but neither is she a stranger to carnage and bloodshed   —   or rather, the care in wake of their aftermath, after she lays her silenced barrel to rest and emerges from overgrown foliage like a shadow.   meow skull's preferred method of bloodsport is all too—familiar nora fears, insisting they keep moving, encumbered by injury, instead of lying to rest.   now, nora prepares an antiseptic bandage by coating a layer of gauze in the otherwordly green glow of her med—mist, forgoing her own trauma by tearing part of the pinstripe cloth around her ankle to create an improvised tourniquet for herself   (   certainly no poplin fabric, but it will have to do   ).

       five chrome—plated points reflect a glimmer of light as nora unfastens her camera case, empties its contents, and hastily wipes it against her thigh, turning it badge—side down.   her cohort's lacerations appear deep   ;   applying medical aid will not be painless.   nora extends the leather case to meow skulls' fangs.   ❛   bite down,   ❜   spoken like an offer rather than an order, but with enough firmness in her tone that says   ‘   i know what i'm doing.   ’,   ❛   this is going to sting.   ❜