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causeblocked

fourteenth breath ✧ voice

Jul 22, 2010 16:00

[filtered from Sanji, though he's still not sure if he has the right idea]

Hey, uh... I don't suppose anyone's heard from Naoki since yesterday?

[Pause...]

Not that there's... probably any need to worry or anything. You know him - hanging out in the woods all the time... I bet he's hearing this right now.

Just, uh. You know. Let me know or

i am not dependent, facets of his personality, +helios, +naoki, +allen walker, partly filtered, +raphael, +richard, +haruki, nobody ditches a ditcher, [voice], naoki = mom

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[Action] causeblocked July 24 2010, 00:07:53 UTC

Holy hell, what--? [Isamu jerks awake, realizing he'd passed out at the table after denying himself sleep for the past couple days. He stands, confused, and heads to the window but sees nothing immediately outside it. But it isn't windy and there's no trees reaching this high. Maybe it had been a bird?

He's about to turn and head back inside when a red glow on the ground below catches his attention. That's all he needs.

Hissing a curse between his teeth, Isamu runs for the door. Never mind that he's barefoot and only half dressed. Down five flights of stairs he goes, nearly falling down the last few in his haste. He slows as he finally reaches Naoki, taking in the damage.]

Shit... Naoki, you son of a bitch! Where the hell did you... shit. [He bends down next to him.] What do I heal first man? Stay with me...

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[Action] causeblocked July 24 2010, 01:28:31 UTC

Shit... [Of course it has to be the ribs, something he can't see. And all these bruises... what had Naoki gone and done?

He places his hands on his friend's chest, carefully probing. It'll hurt, but there's nothing he can do about that. When he thinks he has a good idea of what to do, he sends the healing energy out from his palms, where it carefully knits its way down into the teen's ribcage.

Naoki's chakra is different than Kakyou's, different than Donatello's. But it's a familiar feeling, and for a moment the red glow along his friend's skin reminds him all too eerily of the flowing magatsuhi of the vortex world. He closes his eyes in order to focus better.]

It's been two... maybe three days. [He wants to say more, but it's hard to focus on much else besides healing.]

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