[ voice, 12/18, after dark ]

[amberhearted]

[ the voices are somewhat muffled because the phone is in his pocket. neither of them sound in good shape. ]

I'll-- I'll help you up. Let's go.

[ those who know nick will recognize the second voice as his: ] This is turning out to be a pretty crappy rescue, man, I'm sorry. [ this is followed by the sound of clothes rustling as the two dudes get up. ] It's this way.

[ the sound of snow crunching beneath shoes might be faintly heard. ]

Two trauma cases. First, hemorrhage, suspected class two. Second, penetrating trauma, chest, broken ribs. Not... No major blood loss yet. [ a pause. ] Where are we?

Just outside of town. [ this is followed by a more precise location. ]

Requesting aid. And if anyone can contact... Ravindra, that'd be great. Thanks.

[ a short stretch of silence. ]

Re- Recline your chair or lie in the backseat.

I can manage, your injuries sounded a lot worse. There's a first aid kit in the back. [ the muffled sound of a car door opening. ] I only have basic training, but if you tell me what to do I can help.

[ rustling as alex sits down, butt-ending the connection. ]

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[scramasax]

[It's taking a few seconds to put any words together with better-than-tentative faithfulness, but he thinks he can make the connection.] You want to know who - some options are. -- Or may be. -- For a team -- ...

[Even then he cannot be absolutely sure that's what it is as he's not Alex, but it seems the sensible conclusion, and thus he says it fluently enough. Very slightest internal squirming - unsure where he stands with more than the information itself, not to mention now thinking of it that all the name's he's given are those of fellow high school age students and one younger - less-than-ideal candidates on this little information implying that much to be prepared for...?]

[amberhearted]

Right. And if you think any of the people you mentioned wouldn't perform well on one, then tell me. Don't try to spare feelings. There's no room for that here.

[ likewise, there's no room to turn people away on age alone. alex isn't fond of it, but if someone has something useful to offer, then it would probably be unwise to turn them down. ]

[scramasax]

I understand... [He can't recall or divine anything from any of them that'd have him pin them as poor team players, though that was a factor is their naming - voice dials back in volume and actual quality of being voiced just a tad.] -- They're all - in - high school -- though... -- Except Toshiro. [Who he knows 'tisnot unbeknownst to Alex is even younger.

He knows the purpose then, he can try to rack his brain for more names - but first, this trips out, not-quite-whispering hoarse.] -- Is there uhm. ... - Anyone else you're. Already thinking - ... Of telling... - ?

[He assumes John is a yes or invited in this - wouldn't be surprised of Nick was as well, and that Ravindra would go without saying...]

[amberhearted]

[ he sighs through his nose, not out of impatience or discontent, but simply to order his thoughts. ]

Vin, Randy-- Lyall [ corrected, because he's assuming anthony is more familiar with his last name given their relationship ], Nick, Solus and Strider...

[ vanessa? yeah. ]

Vanessa. [ banagher? ... not sure. ideally, he wants people who can defend themselves. that rules out julien. bakura, he hesitates-- impulsive. ]

[scramasax]

[Anthony's not certain that's what the spirit of the sound is but he's not immediately discomfited by it either, either way is quiet for it - and when Alex seems to be done listing, mumbles - ] Uhm - Haji -- ...

[With that as a quick feel-in for room for an uninterrupting word.] - Hajime -- ?

[amberhearted]

[ without warning, he slaps his hands together. ]

Yes, Hajime, of course. [ a super strong bugman was invaluable. ] Do you have his number?

[scramasax]

Mmnh. [Sound made as supplementary to a nod.] -- I can -

... -- Do you want me to -- uhm -- write it down, or -- [Dictate it, perhaps, if give it at all specifically at this very moment - avoid assuming!]

[amberhearted]

No, ah-- Hold on, let me get a pen and paper-- [ accompanied by the sound of him moving items around to do so. he's already at his desk, strangely enough, because sitting in his chair is easier on his ribs than slouching on the bed as he's wont to do. ]

Okay, ready.

[scramasax]

[Moment. Halting starting "Uhh - ..." to begin with, and then recites. Light on the voice to lend to evenness, each digit tapered and then lopped off between pauses. Lower on the last one to mark completion.

And then goes back to quiet to ensure it's been received and await any prompting for anything further.]

[amberhearted]

[ he holds onto the pen even after he's finished jotting down hajime's number, flipping it against his thumb. ]

Alright, then. I'm gonna try to catch some z's. If you think of anyone or anything else, let me know, yeah?

[scramasax]

Yeah - ...! I'll keep -- ...I'll keep thinking. [Now that he's got a cause to work around.] -- And I'll tell John.

[And - Alex just said he was going to get some sleep, probably should let it be, expect to hear more when and if he needs to hear more for now, but first - muttering - ] -- Thank you for um -- telling... -- telling - me - ...

[amberhearted]

[ his lips quirk in a would-be smile. ]

And back to you. Good night, Anthony.

[scramasax]

[He's got an abrupt wonder to ask what exactly the "back to you" is referring to - but pulls it back and quiet, again, let it be, especially that Alex has already given a line to close the conversation on his end.] -- Good, uhm. -- Good night.

[Subdued and conclusively mumbled.]