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ZANE . house venture ([personal profile] godsays) wrote2013-09-19 09:29 pm

26th metal . voice

[ locked to charles ]

Charles.

[ The name is half-gasped, breathless and in pain. He wipes blood out of his eyes. ]

Where are you?

[ locked to the emperor, morgana ]

I'm wounded. Corridor near my cabin. One or both of you, quickly.

[ By this time, he has mostly forced the pain out of his voice, though it's probably still audible. He is calm, he is businesslike. He knows what needs to happen. ]

[ locked from alpha, later ]

Who knows Riddick? Does he usually attack people?

[ LATER YET, locked to close cr (if you think you're on it, you are, if you don't, you might be anyway) ]

I graduated.

Thank you. All of you. You all helped... make me better.
wedonot: (Time to go pick up the kids.)

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[personal profile] wedonot 2013-09-24 02:00 am (UTC)(link)
Charles nudges him gently with his elbow. He doesn't want to touch him with his bloody hands. "You can rest once we get you back to your room. Unless you'd rather go to the infirmary?"

And he can't help but pick up on what Morgana's thinking.

"We're not affected. Neither are you."
youwillgotohell: (I'm living dead dead dead dead)

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[personal profile] youwillgotohell 2013-09-24 03:31 am (UTC)(link)
She glances at Charles, and nods; she doesn't have to ask if he's certain. She does just reach for Zane's shoulder, squeezing to keep him awake. Rest will do him good, but better in a bed than the middle of the hall.

"We'll help you up."
wedonot: (I just want to fit in dammit. :C)

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[personal profile] wedonot 2013-10-03 03:08 am (UTC)(link)
"Probably a good idea to get that sorted. We've already made a bit of a mess of the hallway."

It's a very weak joke, and he knows it, but it's better to have something to distract himself for the moment.
youwillgotohell: (I'm on the run from the man with the gun)

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[personal profile] youwillgotohell 2013-10-03 03:09 pm (UTC)(link)
Morgana's mouth twists in what might have been a grimace, but she reaches out, fingers sliding through the blood on Zane's forehead, up to find the wound. She's gentle, but she knows it must hurt. His scalp starts stitching itself back together quickly, her eyes turning gold again. It fades, and the bleeding stops. "Walking's not going to be easy, but at least now you won't bleed wherever you go."