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[ wounded starters // accepting ]

damage assessment.

a gash on her face, above her right eye, steadily dripping blood and obscuring her vision. another gash on her left shoulder, not deep enough to have torn completely through muscle, but still enough that it would need stitches.

if she survived this, anyway.

a hole in her right leg, right above her knee. that was lucky. any lower, and her mobility would have been completely shot. another hole in her left foot, clean through the bone and muscle.

she could barely even move. her thought process had become slow and sluggish. she left a trail of blood in her wake. her body was growing cold, and she had so little energy left that she didn’t think she could make it another step. that was why, after realizing just how badly hurt she was, she staggered to a stop and slid down against the wall.

i’m gonna die. i’m gonna die. i’m gonna die.

of blood loss, if nothing else. wouldn’t that be a nice end to enoshima’s little dungeon? her subject, the guinea pig of this experiment, not even able to reach the end. how pathetic.

after a few deep, labored breaths, chiaki forced herself to look up– and caught sight of a blurry, dark figure moving her way.

she reached out.

“hi… hinata-kun–”

you came to save me.

@punchrolled​  /  ask. 5 —  talk about your character’s negative traits .

thank you so much for this fr!!! i love talkin about homura

10 —  what do you think of your muse’s canon?

   “Shit,” Gundham growls under his breath, the profanity falling far too easily from his lips.

   He has never been one to swear, the poor language only slipping from him in the most dire of situations and this one is dire indeed. He saw too many of his unit die in the initial assault, more than they planned to lose. It is almost like the Despair Cultist were ready for them, like they knew the Foundation had set a raid for this day. Instead of destroying another den of despair consumed victims it is the Foundation Forces that have been routed. Gundham knows what comes next. This isn’t his first failed mission, but is the first time they let him bring attack hounds.

   The dog crouches down beside him, head up and alert. There had been two of them but the other was killed in the failed attack. Now it is just them. The former breeder’s own eyes search the gloom, ears listening for any approaching. He reloads his mandatory pistol, cocking the gun and hoping he has managed to hide himself from the cultists that are now hunting who is left. How he hopes he isn’t the only survivor.

   A growl rumbles from the dog beside him, the animal rising to his feet and snarling into the gloom. Gundham hears the sound of footsteps, the former breeder shifting into crouch and raising his gun, preparing to fight if need be. A burly figure emerges from the darkness. Eyes narrow and he decides to stand. This might be a mistake but he has to take the chance.

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“ I’m sorry, but do you know what time it is? More importantly, do you know how exhausted you look right now? How long have you been sitting here? “ It’s not like Nagaki was mad. He was just worried. Juzo looked like he could carry on forever, with his major amount of dedication, but just because he could, doesn’t mean he should. He’s a person too, he has to rest at some point. That’s what people do, It’s how bodies work. 

“ Listen, I’m not going to physically force you into a bed and strap you to it, but you can’t possibly keep going like this. What if you pass out? You need rest, you can’t just push yourself like that. “ Juzo looked... Terrifying when he was mad. For good reason, he was a boxer. How else could he look if not like that? But nothing could be scarier then finding his body on the floor in the morning. If that happens, everyone panics, not just Nagaki. 

as much as tenko didn’t want to admit it (especially not to a menace,) but it seemed to be fairly obvious. she was in a part of the building she was completely unaware of, having strayed too far past her normal route into the unfamiliar territory. she didn’t want to show weakness to the other, however, & nearly denied the fact she was lost at all.

“maybe but i don’t need your help!” despite an offer to help her find the way back wasn’t given, she thought one would be given away. “i can find it on my own!”