Operation: Express Car; [train plot log]

[these_balls]

Who: Everyone who wants to participate!
Where: Goldenrod City, the Magnet Train, Saffron City.
When: November 23rd, 11AM-5PM
Summary: Heist on the Magnet Train!
Rating: Might go up to PG-13, possibly R if exceptional violence of swearing occurs.
Log:

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[ordalias]

[ Blank, white ceiling. This is what she gets for trying to play the "hero."

Xion sighs as she lies on her bed, her right arm heavily bandaged and a sling supporting her now broken forearm. New bandages and gauze pads applied. Blisseys and Chanseys moseying about.

... she can't stay here.

Xion heaves as she sits up, a dull pain awakening in her senses. They've given her medicine, did the long procedure of making sure her forearm is secure in its new hold and told her to rest.

Looks like the coast is clear. The Nurses and doctors were busy looking over other people.

Time to slip out and check on her friends and Saffron! ]

[guitarnero]

[ Hey look, they can be bandage buddies. Nero meets her right outside her room; it's a good thing he's got good reflexes, because he stops just in time to avoid bumping into her. ]

Hey.

[ He's got a bandage on his jawline from a burn--either from Red shooting fireballs so close to his face or all the Acid the poison-types were spewing around, it's hard to tell. One of his legs is bandages up under his jeans, but he's not limping too noticeably. Nothing broken, but that can be attributed partly to good fortune and partly to being, well, close to two hundred pounds of sheer muscle. ]

You look like shit.

[ Also he is the nicest. ]

[ordalias]

[ She doesn't even know what that word means. But it obviously means something that... isn't clean. Or something. ]

You don't look too good yourself. [ Slightly limping herself as she walks closer. ] But you look fine?

[guitarnero]

I inhaled some toxic smoke or something. [ He waves it off like WHATEVER, NO BIG, not like taking Toxic Gas to the lungs is dangerous or anything, tch. ] The rest of it's under the clothes.

[ Kyrie's probably the only one who'll ever see it, but his arms are dotted with small acid burns--he's got his sleeves pulled down fully now to hide them. ]

[ordalias]

You're really tough. [ It's half-praise, half-observation. ]

It's nice to finally meet you, Nero. [ Proper introduction and not on a jacked, chaotic train. ]

[guitarnero]

That's what happens when you hunt demons for a living, I guess.

[ At the greeting, he nods. A pause, and then, quieter: ] I owe you one. ...thanks.

[ordalias]

Hunted demons... That explains it. [ Nope, not finding that odd in itself. Hello, Heartless.

She blinks at that, then smiles. ] You don't need to owe me anything. I'm happy to help.

[guitarnero]

Yeah, well, Kyrie could've been hurt if you hadn't stepped in. [ Not necessarily true; more like he would've been hurt taking the hit that Xion ended up cushioning. ] You're pretty tough yourself.

[ JUST ACCEPT HIS GRATITUDE, OKAY, IT'S A RARE AND FLEETING THING. ]

[ordalias]

Thank you. [ L-LOL OKAY. /TAKES IT ] By the way, how is she? I can assume she's okay. You were really working to protect her.

[guitarnero]

She's fine. Off tending to the sick and needy, as usual.

[ He says that with kind exasperation and a hint of pride; he knows he's lucky to have found someone as selfless and giving as Kyrie, even if it comes with the unfortunate side-effect of having to share her attentions. ]

[ordalias]

She's really kind. It's nice to know she has someone like you.

[ She tries to take in a deep breath, but visibly winces. Ow. Ow. ]

[guitarnero]

[ Jeez, Xion, Nero isn't used to this much complimenting in one conversation. He's glad when she winces, because it gives him something else to focus on. ]

Did a number on you, huh? Is it the ribs?

[ordalias]

[ Such a tsundere, Nero. She almost slumps when he mentions it. ]

Yeah. They said I was lucky: another hit and they would've caved.

[guitarnero]

[ What he is totally not a tsundere. That would involve being either tsun or dere, neither of which actually qualifies him--I have thought about this way too much MOVING ON

He tilts his head at her. It's not exactly worry, but it comes close. ]

They let you go anyway?

[ordalias]

[ She glances back at her room before trying to move further away from it. ]

What about you?

[guitarnero]

[ ...ah. That makes more sense, he thinks. ]

I'm supposed to be in bed for a couple hours or some crap. [ He rolls his eyes. ] Like hell I'm gonna stay down after all that.