枢木 スザク (
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savetheearth2013-12-26 07:12 am
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[Suzaku dials up the network from his phone, attention clearly fixed on something in front of him. His focus lies there, phone bobbing along as he walks. It's unclear exactly what he's doing until a loud pop rings through the air, and he abruptly drops the phone]
Damn-
[He clamps a hand over his shoulder, blood welling up between his fingers, and turns around. He's just in time for a pair of men dressed up in Blood Key attire to drag him offscreen, curses and threats belted about as he goes.
The sounds of struggle a short distance away are obvious. One voice remarks that the guy doesn't go down easily, and Suzaku's profanities fluctuate between English and Japanese as time drags on.
Eventually, silence settles in. It's a long, heavy silence, followed by footfalls and nothing more.
At least, until Suzaku's voice drifts over the air, weakly]
I...have to live...
[There's some scraping and shuffling, followed by a surprised cry. The sound of gunfire erupts, interspersed with thumps, thuds, and cracks. Electrical crackling joins the violent chorus, and a lone Blood Key stumbles within view of the phone's tiny screen.
He backs up one step, then another, and begins to take a third.
That's when a dark blur darts right at him, slamming into the man, the impact sending him sailing out of view. The blur stills with the scrape of boots against pavement, resolving to Suzaku's familiar form. Distantly, a crash follows.
For several long moments, Suzaku stands there, utterly still. His expression is blank. If he's aware that he's bleeding from no small number of gashes and at least one gunshot wound, he doesn't show it. Far from it, he just stands there.
Then, abruptly, he wavers, struggling to stand. He glances around wide-eyed, as though he's not quite sure where he is]
Wh-what the hell-?
[Electricity crackles and pops somewhere offscreen, and he braces in an attempt to stay on his feet. With the amount of blood on his clothes alone, it's obvious why he inevitably sinks to his knees on the pavement]
What is this...?
Damn-
[He clamps a hand over his shoulder, blood welling up between his fingers, and turns around. He's just in time for a pair of men dressed up in Blood Key attire to drag him offscreen, curses and threats belted about as he goes.
The sounds of struggle a short distance away are obvious. One voice remarks that the guy doesn't go down easily, and Suzaku's profanities fluctuate between English and Japanese as time drags on.
Eventually, silence settles in. It's a long, heavy silence, followed by footfalls and nothing more.
At least, until Suzaku's voice drifts over the air, weakly]
I...have to live...
[There's some scraping and shuffling, followed by a surprised cry. The sound of gunfire erupts, interspersed with thumps, thuds, and cracks. Electrical crackling joins the violent chorus, and a lone Blood Key stumbles within view of the phone's tiny screen.
He backs up one step, then another, and begins to take a third.
That's when a dark blur darts right at him, slamming into the man, the impact sending him sailing out of view. The blur stills with the scrape of boots against pavement, resolving to Suzaku's familiar form. Distantly, a crash follows.
For several long moments, Suzaku stands there, utterly still. His expression is blank. If he's aware that he's bleeding from no small number of gashes and at least one gunshot wound, he doesn't show it. Far from it, he just stands there.
Then, abruptly, he wavers, struggling to stand. He glances around wide-eyed, as though he's not quite sure where he is]
Wh-what the hell-?
[Electricity crackles and pops somewhere offscreen, and he braces in an attempt to stay on his feet. With the amount of blood on his clothes alone, it's obvious why he inevitably sinks to his knees on the pavement]
What is this...?
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Where are you?!
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It takes him a few blind stabs to actually grab said phone, but he finally does.
Which street was it..?]
Dead District. I'll have to check the sign.
[He sounds dazed, for more reasons than one. And it's probably why he doesn't even try telling Luke to stay where he is. But he's got something to focus on, so he braces against a nearby wall and forces himself to his feet]
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[He's pedaling as fast as he can, and he can't keep the worried note out of his voice.]
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Oak Circle.
[And give him a few moments, judgement is trailing behind him here]
...It's not safe.
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what the fuck are you doing hanging around the blood keys you moron
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what is victim blaming][voice]
Surveillance. Their recent attacks... [Focus, Suzaku, focus] can't go unchecked. We need information.
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HEY THESE GUYS ARE A MURDEROUS GANG let's go see what they're up to over here hurr hurr
maybe you should have i don't know left it to someone more capable?
[or nobody. nobody is good.]
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But he won't admit to being defeated by font]
I'm one of two soldiers on the damned network. Who else would I ask?
permatext because hell if she'll audio and show how disturbed she actually is
forever voice, because he can't type for crap right now
perfect c:
exactly what i thought when somebody gave him the business /o/
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[And just . . . crap, crap, crap. Especially since Luke is involved.] You both better be out of there by now.
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Some hours ago. Wouldn't be a good place to camp out.
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[Not that he waits for an answer]
Hold on.
[Handing his phone to Luke in case he'd like to give his own reply, yep]
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Okay. Okay, John. Stay calm. ]
Hello? Are you all right?
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Yeah. A... [he hesitates here] a friend helped me out.
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I'm glad to hear that.
Exactly what happened?
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I was trying to do some recon, so I was tailing some gang members. I guess one of them spotted me.
[He pauses here, the words coming out slowly, as though he's trying to summon the memory]
After that...I tried to fight them off, but the memory just...stops.
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[ GOSH WHAT IS IT WITH KIDS GETTING HURT ON THE NETWORK!!
And Ryan can't even help :^(]voice;
granted he's pretty tired and doped up on pain killers, but hey!]I'm at a clinic now. Should be fine.
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merry christmas in the hospital, suzaku.]Oh, good. Is everything okay? Did you echo back some kind of weird... power?
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BUDDY? YOU STILL WITH US?
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Blame the pain medication. But he gets it, soon enough]
I'm at a clinic now. Got more banged up than I expected.
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SHOULD I GET BAND-AIDS?!
MAYBE A DRINK OF WATER?!
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Sounds like you're okay now?
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Not fast enough, I guess... But I'm patched up now.
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