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There's the black suited Kazuha again. Though it might be you hear here before you see her. Not that she's shouting this time. No, it's more the ragged breathing and the stumbling down the hall, mostly moving along with a hand against the wall. Sometimes gripping the light fixtures and turning to press her forehead against the wall and letting out a long, low keening sound, like a whine really. Her free arm is pressed against her stomach, looking almost in pain.
Though the most worrying fact is the large amount of blood on her face. Mostly it's on her face and slight smatterings on her neck and along the top of her shirt. It also seems her suit is oddly singed.
Though the most worrying fact is the large amount of blood on her face. Mostly it's on her face and slight smatterings on her neck and along the top of her shirt. It also seems her suit is oddly singed.
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A firm hand clasps against her shoulder, tugging her gently away from the cold wall and holding her upright at the same time. This Kaito looks to be a few years older than most of his counterparts-- in his mid-twenties, at the earliest-- and as he shifts her weight toward his shoulder he is already trying to move toward the nearest doorway.
"Take it easy and hang in ther, the infirmary is usually pretty well-stocked." He would ask her what happened, but getting her to talk while she's so injured probably wouldn't help.
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What part of Sabra La Tau could this be? she wondered. It was nothing like the caves, so, maybe… "A game? I don't remember going to the Arena..." She tugged the hem of her red skirt, and straightened the lapels of her equally red jacket, just to give her hands something to do as she walked. "Whatever this is, I can take it! If I just keep looking, I'm sure I'll—eh?"
What was that sound?
She sped up, almost running. There, almost there, just around the next corner… If it was what she thought it was—somebody in pain—then she wanted to get there as fast as possible. But the sight that greeted her stopped her in her tracks. She skidded, stumbled, clapped a hand over her mouth in shock. "Kazuha-san!?"
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