011 // voice

[pacifyinghand]

[sounds of the din inside the high school can be heard in the background...If you've been injured, please make your way to the high school nurse's office. Blankets have been laid down outside in the hallway for the less than critically injured; should you find someone in desperate need of medical attention, do not hesitate to bring them here

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[madwashu]

I hope you don't mind if I make my way over to help you~.

[pacifyinghand]

Not at all, Miss Washu. I would be very grateful for your help.

There is no shortage of patients.

[madwashu]

I figured as much.

[Coughs softly.]

Hopefully this current disaster will die down soon. Of course~! It had to be this month. Nothing good every happens in July.

[pacifyinghand]

You still sound unwell, Miss Washu. I hope you aren't pushing yourself.

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[ksuriuri_san]

I will be there shortly.

voice

[pacifyinghand]

I will eagerly await your arrival.

[Voice]

[13th_crusader]

Mi scusi... Matrona.

[Voice]

[pacifyinghand]

[there's much bustling in the background, but Lilith's voice is calm and quiet to respond, if slightly more rushed than usual. the woman is multi-tasking; bear with her.]

Archbishop. Hearing your voice is a relief...

Are you well?

[Voice]

[13th_crusader]

And yours, Matrona... I'm unharmed in the church's undercroft since it started.. . .

[And there's a hitch in his voice, as if he were more hesitant to ask the question with the dread of what the answer might be.]

Has Father Anderson been to the high school?

[Voice]

[pacifyinghand]

I'm glad. Please remain there as you are.

[she pauses to murmur something regarding a patient in the background before answering his question.]

I'm afraid I have not seen him since... several days ago, Archbishop. [with her dead brother in his arms.] Have you not been in touch?

[pacifyinghand]

Miss Naja...

[a beat, and some hurried footsteps]

Are any of them in bad shape?

[pacifyinghand]

...I'm sorry, Miss Naja.

I will do everything I can for those that remain.

[the_police_girl]

[Her wonderful Captain brought her in, unconscious. She's sustained some pretty awful, though non-life-threatening injuries; some major bruising and lots of deep gashes from landing in rubble, but no shattered bones or the like. Seras may've already been ill, but even sick vampires are more resilient than the average human. So despite having fallen through three floors, she was doing surprisingly well.

Except for the whole...uhm, being unconscious thing.

Anyone that has any knowledge on how to properly handle an injured vampire, uh, have at her.]

[pacifyinghand]

[Seras, you poor thing...

lucky for her, Lilith has experience in this field. the principles of treating a Methuselah and a vampire are not all too unlike. you're in good hands.

she'll tend to the deeper scratches and gashes, and make sure none of the bruising belies internal injury, wrapping her more serious wounds and fixing her with an intravenous drip of fresh donor blood - apologies if it isn't virgin!]

[the_police_girl]

[As she's tended to, she gives the slightest of groans, a pained hiss or two, but never seems to regain full consciousness.

The girl stares up at the woman in puzzlement as if to say "Who are you?" However, she doesn't speak, her eyelids fluttering closed once more. It hurts too much to stay awake right now.

Knowing Seras, however, she'll surely be indebted to you for your help, Lilith, virgin blood or not~!]

[pacifyinghand]

[Lilith smooths a motherly hand over her brow, easing her eyes to close again.]

It's alright. Please relax...

You're safe and will be well again soon. Rest, now...