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tampered2008-05-05 11:18 pm
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When; Monday night/Tuesday morning, after this thread.
Rating; PG-13; because hey, half demon, unconscious nun, worried girlfriend... of the demon, not the nun. I think Esther's brain might possibly explode.
Characters; Nero (![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
rev_it_up) and Esther (lefeufollet) and Kyrie later on (sing_my_faith)
Summary; So Esther got knocked unconscious by a crazy sandwielding ninja who likes to think he packs around his dead mother in a gourd. Nero? He's just out for a late night stroll.
Log;
So this whole missing an arm thing? A week later, and it still sucked. Oh sure, he'd worked out the whole balance issue, and sure, he'd stopped surging in and out of his devil trigger form, and sure, the wound had healed over, and he was far from helpless - even without the devil bringer, he still had a sword, and a gun. And a hell of a lot of attitude to back them both up.
Still. He wasn't gonna whine over it. He'd get it back eventually, if he had to stick a sword through Vergil's head and cut it off with a freakin' pocket knife, he would.
But whatever. He wasn't out walking so he could dwell on it. He was out walking to get some air. Clear his head. Maybe saunter down into the underground and hack up a few monsters. The red queen fair sang for blood.
But he smelled it first. That cold, metallic twinge that bites against the back of your teeth when you breathe it in. And his senses told him, ahoy magical demonic tingly feeling, that somebody'd been killed here. Recently. Oh Shit.
His hand went to his sword, and he flickered over into his devil trigger form. The glowy blue figure behind him, at least, still had an arm, and Nero knew how to use it, too. He was walking on the balls of his feet, alert and itching for a fight (he hadn't been in a serious once since losing his arm) when...
Esther?
...
Yeah, that crumpled little pile of red hair and habit was definitely Esther. He didn't run to her side - he was too wary for that, alert and looking around. Was it a trap? Esther would make good bait for half a dozen fairly powerful people, Abel and himself included. Instead, he kept his trigger on, though it flickered with the effort to do so, and walked towards her fallen form with sort of a sideways cant. He made it to her side unharmed, stabbed his sword into the ground next to her, and turned her over. Checked her breathing, vitals. Alive, then. Concussed? The mark on her head would certainly lend itself to a concussion, but damned if he was anything approaching a doctor.
"Ah, shit, Esther, c'mon, wake up."
Because yes, Nero, shaking the person with the head injury is always a good idea.
Rating; PG-13; because hey, half demon, unconscious nun, worried girlfriend... of the demon, not the nun. I think Esther's brain might possibly explode.
Characters; Nero (
rev_it_up) and Esther (lefeufollet) and Kyrie later on (sing_my_faith)Summary; So Esther got knocked unconscious by a crazy sandwielding ninja who likes to think he packs around his dead mother in a gourd. Nero? He's just out for a late night stroll.
Log;
So this whole missing an arm thing? A week later, and it still sucked. Oh sure, he'd worked out the whole balance issue, and sure, he'd stopped surging in and out of his devil trigger form, and sure, the wound had healed over, and he was far from helpless - even without the devil bringer, he still had a sword, and a gun. And a hell of a lot of attitude to back them both up.
Still. He wasn't gonna whine over it. He'd get it back eventually, if he had to stick a sword through Vergil's head and cut it off with a freakin' pocket knife, he would.
But whatever. He wasn't out walking so he could dwell on it. He was out walking to get some air. Clear his head. Maybe saunter down into the underground and hack up a few monsters. The red queen fair sang for blood.
But he smelled it first. That cold, metallic twinge that bites against the back of your teeth when you breathe it in. And his senses told him, ahoy magical demonic tingly feeling, that somebody'd been killed here. Recently. Oh Shit.
His hand went to his sword, and he flickered over into his devil trigger form. The glowy blue figure behind him, at least, still had an arm, and Nero knew how to use it, too. He was walking on the balls of his feet, alert and itching for a fight (he hadn't been in a serious once since losing his arm) when...
Esther?
...
Yeah, that crumpled little pile of red hair and habit was definitely Esther. He didn't run to her side - he was too wary for that, alert and looking around. Was it a trap? Esther would make good bait for half a dozen fairly powerful people, Abel and himself included. Instead, he kept his trigger on, though it flickered with the effort to do so, and walked towards her fallen form with sort of a sideways cant. He made it to her side unharmed, stabbed his sword into the ground next to her, and turned her over. Checked her breathing, vitals. Alive, then. Concussed? The mark on her head would certainly lend itself to a concussion, but damned if he was anything approaching a doctor.
"Ah, shit, Esther, c'mon, wake up."
Because yes, Nero, shaking the person with the head injury is always a good idea.
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This entire conversation was nonsense. Total bullshit. He might've laughed, if he felt up to the task. Instead he turned his head away from Esther and smothered a yawn against his shoulder.
It occurred to him, as the doors opened at his floor, that maybe he should have taken her to a hospital. So sue him, it was never his natural inclination to trust people of the medical persuasion.