[Closed-ish] Swift as the coursing river

[shortspoken]

Who: Annabellie and her victims students
What: 3DMG lessons
When: Nowish
Where: The forest just off Chloe's ranch



[ Anyone who expressed even the slightest interest in learning to use the 3DMG - and a few who didn't (hello Bertl) - will have received a customarily curt private message via the network this morning. The message contains nothing but a time, the address to Chloe's ranch and instructions to "bring your own gear if you have it."

Contrary to appearances, it's not some kind of drug meet. IT'S 3D MANEUVERING LESSONS TIME, YO. Everybody party. Tell your friends. And watch this while I set up some fukken subthreads.

OKAY DONE. Tag in wherever you'd like, don't feel like you have to play out all the lessons because wow nobody has time for that shit, annnnd if you have questions just prod me. ]

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[betroth]

[ Chloe's about to argue that it was a terrible thought! They were well aware of what constituted a person and what constituted a fake target, despite being 90% novices. Which was readily apparent in the smears of dirt and dust all over her, wet patches from snow, bruises, scrapes. But the sudden crack and splinter of a branch overhead has her head whipping up in a panic, forgetting all of that. ]

Blaine?! — watch out...!

[ Which is a warning that comes about two seconds too late, because Blaine is already on her way down by the time Chloe has realized what's happening. However, when the woman lands, her reaction is, again, out of the ordinary. Normally she'd have been at her side in an instant, but...

Steam. Plumes of it, smoky white against the cold evening air. Chloe stands back from her, hands risen to cover her mouth in awe, eyes bright and wide. ]

[siesinddasessen]

[Blaine roll over onto her back and open her eyes up as soon as she dares to, and actually curse out loud when she notices the steam - a short, quick word. She's not one for curses, they constitute weakness for her.

Putting swearwords on others is a bit different, but swearing because something happened is not normally her thing. Now though - she had tries so hard to not get hurt around people, and now it happened around someone who would probably recognize it, of all things.

...At least not an unnumbered person? She turns her head to look at Chloe, see her reaction.]

[betroth]

[ An odd mixture of wonder and concern play on her face. For what just happened, of course, but also the result of it. Her hands lower, so she can speak, gaze trained on Blaine as if nothing else in the world existed.

Had she been right? ]

You — y-you're healing...

[siesinddasessen]

No.

[It's a flat out lie, too obvious really to be believed, but unlike Ymir - Blaine has always been a liar, a skilled liar and a frequent liar, and it is what she will take refuge in now. Even in the face of the lie almost certainly not working.]

Why would I?

[betroth]

You just... fell from a tree! You're hurt!

[ And saying it out loud actually makes the gravity of what'd just happened hit her. Falling out of trees was something she was no stranger to, for all of her time living in the boonies, but it still didn't make it any less unpleasant. That seems to get her moving again, either blind to Blaine's lies or not indulging them. ]

A-And I've seen this.

[ She goes to kneel, reaching for her arm where steam was still wafting from a scrape. The fact that it might be too hot to touch doesn't even register. ]

[siesinddasessen]

[It is hot, burning to the touch, and if Chloe proceeds she will burn herself before Blaine even feels her touch.

But Blaine will pull away from her anyway, or try to - she actually did break some things on the way down, and it hurts like shit when she tries to move again. The rolling over was a relatively stiff affair, and she was still too shocked from the fall to notice anything, but now... ow.

So the movement will be cut short, though she will try to not let the other woman notice.]

[betroth]

[ GUUURL SHE WILL BODILY PICK YOU UP IF SHE HAS TO.

Meaning that the clear intent to get away from her isn't flying. Chloe presses forward instead, knees shuffling on the ground. She's a little shaken by the revelation, even without being wholly surprised by it, but that's not what has speaking louder. ]

You can't stay on the ground out here, even — if you're able to heal! Come inside. ...Please.

[ This is the last and only time she's asking nicely! ]

[siesinddasessen]

[And she can only hope that the cursed steam is dissipating before it reaches the treetops. At least there is enough wind going for there to be a real chance for that...

And she won't get up because she is not quite sure if she can yet. How fast should this healing thing go?]

Stop rushing.

[She looks up at the sky, trying to block the blond's efforts and will her to retreat (that won't happen though, will it - she guesses that much)]

[betroth]

[ Pursing her lips, almost indignantly, Chloe puffs out a little breath and does what any sane person would do at being so obviously rebuffed —

...she sits right down next to her, in the dirt and leaf-litter and bits of snow.]

Then, I'll wait here with you.

[siesinddasessen]

[WHAT

THE

FUCK how is she going to deal with this person, seriously she has no idea.]

Don't freeze your pretty ass off out here trying to save me. You'll just kill yourself.

[She's dressed thickly enough to not freeze herself, at least not too soon, and this weird healing thing would probably not let her die anyway.]