❝backdated fallout after stuff.

[notonboard]

[SOMETIME LATE SEPTEMBER, a scarfed kid is stumbling out of the cornfields onto hir knees, holding one side of hir face with both hands. whatever sie's covering, it seems to be bleeding profusely.]

Shit--!

[ belated fallout post for dietrich stuff. anyone is welcome to comment; i just didn't want to make it its own post /o/ ]

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[telapathy]

--Ageha?!

[PULLS OUT A KNIFE AND SCANS THE CORNFIELD FOR ENEMIES before kneeling beside hir, trying to get a look at hir injuries]

What's--?

[telapathy]

...Yeah. Let's find someone.

[notonboard]

Right.

[telapathy]

[IS QUIET WHILE THEY LOOK :///]

[notonboard]

[is, also. but every so often thoughts briefly drift back to analyzing and reanalyzing the encounter and precautions and so on before sie catches hirself and returns hir attention to the task at hand.]

[telapathy]

...You should be careful, not everyone here... looks like they can do the things they can.

--I don't hear anything.

[notonboard]

. . . Yeah.

At all?

[telapathy]

Just the people that sleep here. We could wake someone up...?

[notonboard]

That's too much trouble.

[tho. this should prolly be stitched up soon.]

[telapathy]

[...feelingsss]

...I don't know how long it can be left.

[notonboard]

Ch. Of all the times for no one to be around...

[shifting grip on bandage, hating self less for it and becoming more annoyed by it.]

You sure there isn't anyone?

[telapathy]

...Not that I can tell. Let's-- we can wake someone up.

[notonboard]

And ask where a doctor is? Might as well.

[what are you making that face for anyway, i'm mostly over it. going toward the closest room now.]