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protential) wrote2013-09-06 06:59 pm
protential) wrote2013-09-06 06:59 pm
any time spent with you, anywhere, is worth it.
Hey. Hey, Kamo. Hey. Hey. Hey. [Hikaru's voice is persistent, like a troublesome dragonfly, buzzing in and out of range again and again. He's too weak to do more than lightly smack Kamo across the face, and it's kind of disgusting, really, considering how his hand is covered in grey slime.] Hey, idiot, wake up already. And you're telling me I'm the one who's been overdoing it...
[Perhaps he did end up overdoing it, this time, though. He's fairly sure several of his ribs are broken, and one of his ankles, too, and there's blood--his blood, judging by its color--streaming down one side of his face. Behind him, the blackened, still-burning landscape is all that's left of the meadow where they faced off against the latest warrior of the youkai. Only this patch of ground still has any life to it, protected as it was by Kamo's magic circle. Unfortunately, through some odious trick on the youkai's part, Kamo wasn't able to finish placing his runes or reciting the sacred incantation. The psychic backlash was severe, just this tsunami of dark energy, threatening to overwhelm everything in its path... That's why Hikaru had to finish what Kamo started, although he probably should have called in some reinforcements first. He's just grateful the enchanted sword is as powerful as it is.]
You're being a real pain, you know that... shit, shit, ow...
[Kebiishi are supposed to be better than this, stronger than this, but Hikaru is struggling to focus past the hot, radiating pain. It feels like an entire mountain has been dropped on top of him, and then some. He turns over, then, sitting beside Kamo's prone body, his arms behind him and his legs straight before him, his breaths coming in very shallow intervals. If Kamo doesn't wake up soon (he has to wake up soon), Hikaru is going to have to carry him all the way back to camp, and he doesn't know how he's going to manage that just yet. Not a great situation to be in.]
[Perhaps he did end up overdoing it, this time, though. He's fairly sure several of his ribs are broken, and one of his ankles, too, and there's blood--his blood, judging by its color--streaming down one side of his face. Behind him, the blackened, still-burning landscape is all that's left of the meadow where they faced off against the latest warrior of the youkai. Only this patch of ground still has any life to it, protected as it was by Kamo's magic circle. Unfortunately, through some odious trick on the youkai's part, Kamo wasn't able to finish placing his runes or reciting the sacred incantation. The psychic backlash was severe, just this tsunami of dark energy, threatening to overwhelm everything in its path... That's why Hikaru had to finish what Kamo started, although he probably should have called in some reinforcements first. He's just grateful the enchanted sword is as powerful as it is.]
You're being a real pain, you know that... shit, shit, ow...
[Kebiishi are supposed to be better than this, stronger than this, but Hikaru is struggling to focus past the hot, radiating pain. It feels like an entire mountain has been dropped on top of him, and then some. He turns over, then, sitting beside Kamo's prone body, his arms behind him and his legs straight before him, his breaths coming in very shallow intervals. If Kamo doesn't wake up soon (he has to wake up soon), Hikaru is going to have to carry him all the way back to camp, and he doesn't know how he's going to manage that just yet. Not a great situation to be in.]