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niteo_nix2013-02-07 11:40 am
purplehearted) wrote in niteo_nix2013-02-07 11:40 am
Final Letter Home ✉ ❶st Night | Medical Chart 01 [Video]
[For the first time in months, Kiriko's PDA clicks on, but the man kneeling in the dirt on screen is nearly unrecognizable. Much more time has passed for the boy than for the residents of Nesreca: his hair has grown a few inches, and his once well-kept uniform is tattered and filthy. Most notably, there is a bandage around his eyes - Kiriko slowly lifts his trembling hands to remove it. There are wide friction burns around his wrists, as though he had recently been tied up. As the bandage comes off, Kiriko lowers his head, and his blond hair spills over his face. He moans.]
Where...?
[When he does look up, where his left blue eye should be is a bloody and empty socket. His thoughts foggy, Kiriko's memories of this place are slow to return. He turns his head in a feverish daze, but the scenery doesn't register. He moans, falling forward onto his hands. He stays that way a moment before allowing his body to collapse, resting in the cool snow.
It’s not long until a pair of black boots come into view. The owner is not visible from above the knees, because of the angle in which PDA is recording the video. But it’s a woman, obvious from the style of her shoes and the light voice she speaks with.]
Hey. You dead?
[She nudges him with her foot. Not the most compassionate way to look for signs of life, but hey, no reason to get her hands dirty if she doesn’t have to.
Kiriko reacts as though he's been struck by a cattle prod, and rolls onto his back with a shout. When he looks upon the woman's face, his expression warps into horror and disgust, less like a soldier in battle and more like a terrified child.]
W-Who are you?! What the fuck do you want?! [He reaches for his belt as if to draw a weapon, but finds he's been disarmed.]
Relax. [Her voice drawls from above.] I’m not going to hurt you. Looks like you went through hell anyway.
In fact, I might just be convinced to help.
[She crouches beside him, of course at a reasonable distance to avoid at blows he might throw her way. It’s now that her face comes into view; She might have been considered attractive if it wasn’t for the discolored skin and scar covering the left side of her face. There’s a bemused smirk playing on her lips, as if life was a game she just so happened to be winning at.]
So solider, let’s start with your name.
[Kiriko swallows, and his fingers are digging so hard into the dirt that his knucles turn white. He looks ready to attack her - at least, he would, if he could so much as sit up without fainting.]
...Kiriko George.
[She flinches as though struck and her expression darkens with a scowl.] Haha. Real funny. [As deadpan as deadpan can get.] Have a serious answer hiding in that messed up head of yours? [And yet, he does look an awful lot like the woman who happens to share that name. A coincidence, or a joke?]
[Kiriko coughs, his fever putting him back into a daze, but he manages to spit back:] You bitch! If this is about my Dad, fuck you! Tell me where you've taken me, or I'm going to kill you---!
Big words from a man lying on his back.
[She’s not scared of him in the slightest. He’s barely conscious and unarmed; the only person he’s going to get killed is himself. She looks over the pathetic man before her, because he does look like a mirror of her very own death dealer back home, and even the rational part of her mind agrees that something crazy is happening.]
I’ll need more than idle threats to prove you are who you think you are. [Though the threats do help.]
I don't need to prove a damn thing to you...!
[At this point, Kiriko snaps, jumping to his feet and lunging towards her. He reaches for her neck and misses, his fingernails clawing at her face with all the strength he has left.
Bad move, Kiriko. He’s far too close for comfort, so she finds herself reflectively retaliating. She pushes his hands away and then there’s a mean right hook heading right at his face. Without the strength to dodge, it connects with a crack and Kiriko collapses at her feet. The feed ends.]
Where...?
[When he does look up, where his left blue eye should be is a bloody and empty socket. His thoughts foggy, Kiriko's memories of this place are slow to return. He turns his head in a feverish daze, but the scenery doesn't register. He moans, falling forward onto his hands. He stays that way a moment before allowing his body to collapse, resting in the cool snow.
It’s not long until a pair of black boots come into view. The owner is not visible from above the knees, because of the angle in which PDA is recording the video. But it’s a woman, obvious from the style of her shoes and the light voice she speaks with.]
Hey. You dead?
[She nudges him with her foot. Not the most compassionate way to look for signs of life, but hey, no reason to get her hands dirty if she doesn’t have to.
Kiriko reacts as though he's been struck by a cattle prod, and rolls onto his back with a shout. When he looks upon the woman's face, his expression warps into horror and disgust, less like a soldier in battle and more like a terrified child.]
W-Who are you?! What the fuck do you want?! [He reaches for his belt as if to draw a weapon, but finds he's been disarmed.]
Relax. [Her voice drawls from above.] I’m not going to hurt you. Looks like you went through hell anyway.
In fact, I might just be convinced to help.
[She crouches beside him, of course at a reasonable distance to avoid at blows he might throw her way. It’s now that her face comes into view; She might have been considered attractive if it wasn’t for the discolored skin and scar covering the left side of her face. There’s a bemused smirk playing on her lips, as if life was a game she just so happened to be winning at.]
So solider, let’s start with your name.
[Kiriko swallows, and his fingers are digging so hard into the dirt that his knucles turn white. He looks ready to attack her - at least, he would, if he could so much as sit up without fainting.]
...Kiriko George.
[She flinches as though struck and her expression darkens with a scowl.] Haha. Real funny. [As deadpan as deadpan can get.] Have a serious answer hiding in that messed up head of yours? [And yet, he does look an awful lot like the woman who happens to share that name. A coincidence, or a joke?]
[Kiriko coughs, his fever putting him back into a daze, but he manages to spit back:] You bitch! If this is about my Dad, fuck you! Tell me where you've taken me, or I'm going to kill you---!
Big words from a man lying on his back.
[She’s not scared of him in the slightest. He’s barely conscious and unarmed; the only person he’s going to get killed is himself. She looks over the pathetic man before her, because he does look like a mirror of her very own death dealer back home, and even the rational part of her mind agrees that something crazy is happening.]
I’ll need more than idle threats to prove you are who you think you are. [Though the threats do help.]
I don't need to prove a damn thing to you...!
[At this point, Kiriko snaps, jumping to his feet and lunging towards her. He reaches for her neck and misses, his fingernails clawing at her face with all the strength he has left.
Bad move, Kiriko. He’s far too close for comfort, so she finds herself reflectively retaliating. She pushes his hands away and then there’s a mean right hook heading right at his face. Without the strength to dodge, it connects with a crack and Kiriko collapses at her feet. The feed ends.]
[video] /drops this here during her lunch break
The young man (maybe seventeen or eighteen by the look of him) scowls at the scene playing out before him, his expression laced with worry.]
Kiriko-san!
[He turns his attention to the woman, already throwing his coat around his shoulders so he can head out to look for his friend.]
Who are you?
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[Oh well. She ops for a reply in voice instead so she can focus on rummaging through her medical bag.]
Sorry, he's out cold. [Except she's not all that sorry, whoops.]
And who want's to know?
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[The background's moving quickly behind him, the dingy walls of a run-down building soon giving way to sky and the rest of the equally run-down city.]
Do you see a nine-story building anywhere in the distance? Or any other noteable landmarks? [Because he needs to find Kiriko and wandering the city is not a good way to do it.]
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Call me Black Jack.
[There's a pause, presumably as she observes her surroundings.]
There's an old school nearby. Know it?
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[She doesn't even play with her daughter. Best parent.]
803 of what? Yen? Dollars? Rubber ducks? You're going to have to be more specific.
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why yes, he is totally popcorn-jpg-ing this whole thing. what? Dainn has to get his entertainment from somewhere. this place gets boring otherwise.]
Seems to be a bit of a handful, hum?
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[Kiriko it's like you exist to make her life difficult.]
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Oh? Are you used to this or is he from your world?
[because it'd be interesting if you were.]
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[Why this kid is named for her arch nemesis is still a mystery. Then again, the whole George family is batshit. We'll go with that.]
Mind telling me what kind of mass hallucination we're all having?
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[Because that doesn't look like the Kiriko Alma knows. Doesn't act like him either.]
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[Unfortunately.]
A friend, I presume? Although you look a little young to be hanging out with him.
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I'm Alma.
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I'm Black Jack. I promise he'll be alright, Alma.
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Man...I am LATE. [Action] and apparently Rae's a mama-bear...
[Raven hasn't had much call to exercise her powers--not as much as she normally did, here in Nesreca, than in Jump. But one of her friends is now back, after being gone--and he's being HURT...that is not likely to make her happy.
Easy enough to focus on the pain and shock he's radiating, and use it to home in with her Empathy. Also easy enough to teleport there, appearing in a burst of her corvid astral-form above him, before the other woman. If anything, the way her cloak is spread and astral wings mantle, she's absolutely in protection mode. Especially as pain-blocks slide gently along Kiriko's mind, and dark-energy scans him to see what needs healing.]
I would suggest you back away. Now.
[Warning in her tone, although she'd rather not fight--not when this other person hasn't been seen before either.]
FASHINABLY LATE~ :D and of course pop up whenever you want!
[Black Jack has dealt with a lot of weird shit in her life, but boy does this one top all the others. And there's a not so small part of her that tells her to run while the running's good.]
[But that's not really how she rolls.]
No.
[Of course she's defiant; it springs from a number of different sources. This time, it's her pride as a doctor, and the fact she's saved far too many just to watch them die later. She won't abandoned a patient, especially when she doesn't know if whoever... or whatever it is that has appeared in front of them is friendly or not.]
How about you back off.
^^;;; Raven's also a healer, so it's all good. Even if Black Jack doesn't know that
Examining, stabilizing and blocking pain and the pain from trauma from him. It's there, he can feel it--but it's removed, like watching someone else for the moment. Raven worrying gently, waiting for him to speak. ]
OOC:Sorry, Kiriko is one of her good friends...she's in get him out of danger mode, explain later. ^^Black Jack has no idea what's going on. xD KIRIKO'S A BOY GIRLS ARE FLYING AROUND WHAT IS GOING ON
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[Video] /LATE as usual
You didn't have to egg him on like that. Where are you? Is someone on the way?
[She doesn't know her way around here at all, so hopefully Okumura saw that.]
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Near a school; looks like it hasn't been used in years.
I believe a young man is already on his way.
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[Sigh. Okay, facepalm is over now.]
And it hasn't been used in years. This city's been abandoned for a long time. I'm still new here, though. I can't tell you as much as the others.
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