@toxicorvus
[Hey, Philippe. Least, think it's you-- phone's busted... can't see a thing-- don't know if this is-- hhk-- gonna get through.] The voice on the other end of the phone is tight and thin, like he's talking through his teeth, and there's odd pauses here and there, punctuated by shuddering breaths. [Fucked up... I guess. They got the drop on me. M' in an alley... in Magenta District. Behind the substation.] The voice trails off. [...Hope you get this. Phone's dyin'.] Click.
Harmony's blood ran cold. Her mind gave way to static as the world around her slowly faded into the background. For a moment, time froze. Anxiety and fear curled around her limbs and all she could do was hang her head as her body shook with ragged breaths. Corbeau was in trouble.
Different images of him flashed through her mind's eye. Bruised, bloodied, burnt, beaten. Each one equally possible, and each one equally real to her.
Anger broke the spell,and in an instant white hot rage burned in her chest so strongly she felt it almost like a physical pain. “Gardevoir!” she called throwing the pokeball in the air. “Magenta District Alleys. Now,” she grabbed her pokemon by the wrist. The empath wilted under the weight of it’s trainers emotions, but did as it was told
The world flitted by in flashes, as the pair snapped in and out of different alleys in a matter of seconds.
Suddenly a punch connected with her jaw, sending her staggering backwards. The back of her foot hit something solid behind her. She turned over her shoulder, and her eyes widened at the sight of her fallen friend.
Though she appeared calm, the sight caused something inside of her to snap.
Harmony knelt down and put a hand on his shoulder then took her Gardevoirs hand in her own. The next moment they were gone.
Not to safety though. While they had created distance, they were still within the Magenta alleyways. Harmony looked to her gardevoir for answers, and gave pause. The pokemon was trembling as if under an immense weight. She realized with a start, that it was her own emotions weighing down her pokemon. It was in no state to take them any further. In spite of her being the direct cause, she was glad for this, though she’d never admit it. Now she had every excuse to release the anger that had been building exponentially inside of her.
First things first though. She had to make sure Corbeau was ok. It felt invasive, threading the jacket off his limp arms, and pulling up his sleeves when he was too weak to stop her. Unfortunately, for him the dark stains of red along his jacket inspired more fear in her than the scolding she might receive later.
The tattoos that lined his arms and torso earned only a moment of consideration before she began running her fingers along the skin, trying to distinguish the source of the blood from the deep colorful ink. He had been battered pretty badly, but there was nothing obviously life threatening. Anything internal would need to be assessed by a doctor.
Harmony pulled a bottle of alcohol from her bag and poured it onto his wounds. She jumped as his body suddenly seized from the pain and she realized with a start, that in spite of his extensive injuries he was still awake. “Sorry,” she muttered. She tore at a spare shirt she kept just in case, and used the scraps as bandages.
