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-[ they jumped like a startled cat at the sound. ]
-[ well, there goes normal and average. ]
-[ now Tourist did have some semblance of survival skills, yes, and yet they still wanted to investigate. Plus, it sounded like a person (oh my gosh, a person !!!) injured. They should help. ]
-[ wandering to the source of the sound without much hesitation, they checked if there were any bandaids or other medical adjacent things.]
[apparently, it heard them rummaging through drawers. a quiet gasp, then a sudden yelp of pain as it collapsed onto... something... with a painful-sounding, wet, muffled CRUNCH.]
-[ they figured it was probably time to stop stalling and just go check on the person. They didnβt want the only other person theyβd seen here (well, besides John and Expendable) to die before they got to meet because Tourist was stalling. ]
[a gory sight laid before them. bright red blood stained the carpet, upon which laid a figure, strangely monochrome despite the color of the ichor it was slowly losing.]
[the figure wore a white shirt and grey shorts. it was shorter than expected. it faced away from them, quietly whimpering.]
[...more importantly, though, it had a dark red knife stuck hilt-deep into its side. the side it had just fallen on.]
-[ they stilled at the sight. Wow, thatβs.. a lot of blood. ]
β¦o-oh, jeez..
-[ Tourist didnβt question that the person was looking somewhat nonhuman, given their attention immediately drifting to the fact that it was incredibly injured. ]
-[ what are they doing just standing here?? They should help! ]
-[ actually hurrying up now, they looked around the room and just.. decided on rushing up to the person, kneeling down to its side. ]
h-hey, um, youβre uh.. oh gosh, youβre bleeding a lot.. uh, Iβm not gonna hurt you! In case youβre uh.. worried about that.
[...it definitely wasn't human. its face was... wrong. its eyes were too lopsided.]
[it yelped in pain, kicking weakly. simply turning to look at the tourist was more than enough to push the knife in its side deeper... which was very possible, since it didn't have much of a hilt.]
[it did its best to hold still. it just wanted the pain to stop.]
[now, it was looking at the tourist in a way that said 'please help'. it didn't know if they would be able to, but it would take anything it could get at this point.]
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-[ they jumped like a startled cat at the sound. ]
-[ well, there goes normal and average. ]
-[ now Tourist did have some semblance of survival skills, yes, and yet they still wanted to investigate. Plus, it sounded like a person (oh my gosh, a person !!!) injured. They should help. ]
-[ wandering to the source of the sound without much hesitation, they checked if there were any bandaids or other medical adjacent things.]
[apparently, it heard them rummaging through drawers. a quiet gasp, then a sudden yelp of pain as it collapsed onto... something... with a painful-sounding, wet, muffled CRUNCH.]
-[ they figured it was probably time to stop stalling and just go check on the person. They didnβt want the only other person theyβd seen here (well, besides John and Expendable) to die before they got to meet because Tourist was stalling. ]
[a gory sight laid before them. bright red blood stained the carpet, upon which laid a figure, strangely monochrome despite the color of the ichor it was slowly losing.]
[the figure wore a white shirt and grey shorts. it was shorter than expected. it faced away from them, quietly whimpering.]
[...more importantly, though, it had a dark red knife stuck hilt-deep into its side. the side it had just fallen on.]
-[ they stilled at the sight. Wow, thatβs.. a lot of blood. ]
β¦o-oh, jeez..
-[ Tourist didnβt question that the person was looking somewhat nonhuman, given their attention immediately drifting to the fact that it was incredibly injured. ]
-[ what are they doing just standing here?? They should help! ]
-[ actually hurrying up now, they looked around the room and just.. decided on rushing up to the person, kneeling down to its side. ]
h-hey, um, youβre uh.. oh gosh, youβre bleeding a lot.. uh, Iβm not gonna hurt you! In case youβre uh.. worried about that.
[...it definitely wasn't human. its face was... wrong. its eyes were too lopsided.]
[it yelped in pain, kicking weakly. simply turning to look at the tourist was more than enough to push the knife in its side deeper... which was very possible, since it didn't have much of a hilt.]
-[ they jumped like a startled cat at the sound. ]
-[ well, there goes normal and average. ]
-[ now Tourist did have some semblance of survival skills, yes, and yet they still wanted to investigate. Plus, it sounded like a person (oh my gosh, a person !!!) injured. They should help. ]
-[ wandering to the source of the sound without much hesitation, they checked if there were any bandaids or other medical adjacent things.]
[apparently, it heard them rummaging through drawers. a quiet gasp, then a sudden yelp of pain as it collapsed onto... something... with a painful-sounding, wet, muffled CRUNCH.]
-[ they figured it was probably time to stop stalling and just go check on the person. They didnβt want the only other person theyβd seen here (well, besides John and Expendable) to die before they got to meet because Tourist was stalling. ]
[a gory sight laid before them. bright red blood stained the carpet, upon which laid a figure, strangely monochrome despite the color of the ichor it was slowly losing.]
[the figure wore a white shirt and grey shorts. it was shorter than expected. it faced away from them, quietly whimpering.]
[...more importantly, though, it had a dark red knife stuck hilt-deep into its side. the side it had just fallen on.]
-[ they jumped like a startled cat at the sound. ]
-[ well, there goes normal and average. ]
-[ now Tourist did have some semblance of survival skills, yes, and yet they still wanted to investigate. Plus, it sounded like a person (oh my gosh, a person !!!) injured. They should help. ]
-[ wandering to the source of the sound without much hesitation, they checked if there were any bandaids or other medical adjacent things.]
[apparently, it heard them rummaging through drawers. a quiet gasp, then a sudden yelp of pain as it collapsed onto... something... with a painful-sounding, wet, muffled CRUNCH.]
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a friend-ship is a sacred floater, a kemo-thera-sebre putic bond twixt two 'n's, like cookies 'N' beans, frank 'N' cream, friends.. I've never supped from the meat cup of having even one chum, but my crony-less-ness is aboot to die of loneliness-ness, for today is the day i make my first real friend.
a friend-ship is a sacred floater, a kemo-thera-sebre putic bond twixt two 'n's, like cookies 'N' beans, frank 'N' cream, friends.. I've never supped from the meat cup of having even one chum, but my crony-less-ness is aboot to die of loneliness-ness, for today is the day i make my first real friend.
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[someone was up ahead, slowly walking through doors. they seemed to be unaware of John's presence.]
[they wore a white shortsleeve shirt and grey shorts, and were slightly shorter than John. their footsteps shuffled nervously on the concrete floor.]
@y0ur-c0py
*John stopped to stare for a moment before he started running after the figure. He nearly slammed into it, spreading his wings and flapping them quickly to slow himself into a stop, but he ended up slamming into the wall next to it.*
*He took its hand and pulled himself up, giving it a grateful smile. He put a hand on the shoulder that slammed into the brick as he rolled it in a circular motion to make sure it wasn't dislocated.*
*He was surprised by the hug, but he returned it happily. His hand gently rubbed its back as he held its trembling form. His wings wrapped around the two of them to make it feel more comfortable.*
*He froze, every part of him stilling. His grip tightened on Doppel as he looked around the space, trying to determine where she was coming from. Too late, he tried to shield it with his body, but the degger had made its mark right under its ribcage on its side.*
[the moment it felt the dagger enter its side, it tensed up, its eyes wide. it made a choked yelp as it was pushed deeper.]
[its grip loosened as it felt the blade twist inside it of its own accord, Ire no longer being there, having given it the usual instructions to torture its victim.]
[as it shoved itself hilt-deep with a muffled crunch, it had to hold on to John to keep itself from collapsing.]
*He gently sat on the ground, holding Doppel against him. He gripped the hilt of the degger and gave it a worried look. He tried to ignore the blood dripping. It was too bright to ignore, but also too bright to look at too long.*
[it weakly kicked even as the deggur was touched. it was designed to cause pain, sure, but until now, John hadn't witnessed what it could do if it were left inside its victim.]
[Doppel's breathing was pained and crackly, and it whined as the deggur twisted itself deeper. its bright red blood stained its clothes.]
[it held itself close to him as best as it could. this was one of its few ways of saying 'yes'.]
*He undid the stole around his waist before he twisted the blade into its first position and slid it out the wound. He tossed it to the side and wrapped the cloth around its waist to stop the bleeding.*
[its bleeding increased twofold as the deggur was twisted, then pulled out. it yelped as a barb caught on its guts and pulled them out slightly. its blood began slowly pooling on the ground.]
[as it began to cry, it tasted metal... and threw up some of its own blood.]
*He wrapped his arms around it, making sure not to put any extra strain on the injury. He listened to it purr as he stared at the new puddle on the ground.*
You should probably lay down. It'll help reduce the blood flow to the stab.
