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[pilot_princess]

Okay, I'm done now...

Alpha, can... can you help me again? I'm on my way back now.

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[latteheart.livejournal.com]

Of course.

[pilot_princess]

Thanks... because I'm tired... and my shirt's wet and no longer orange... [And some mumbling. She's just rambling quietly.] Alpha, can I nap on your couch? Sorata said I should go home... but I don't want to go home.

[latteheart.livejournal.com]

[Agh, Anemone, none of that sounds good...] Of course, of course. Don't worry about a thing! You can stay over as long as you like, okay? I'll get some things ready for you.

[prodigal-axe.livejournal.com]

On your way back... you alright?

[pilot_princess]

[It's okay, Alpha! Just a teeny bit of blood loss and some exhaustion, but nothing too horrifying!]

Thanks, Alpha... how fun. Sleepover at Alphy's... [And then she fades for a moment then there's a knock at the door.]

[pilot_princess]

Uh-huh... my back's all wet.

[latteheart.livejournal.com]

[And here's Alpha rushing to the door, Gulliver at her heels, whining loudly. She half expects to see Anemone with an arm missing or something when she opens the door.] Ah, there you are!

[pilot_princess]

[Not dead, just injured and tired. Her shirt's soaked from all the bites, ripped in a few places, knuckles red and raw from punching monsters... and she's holding the gun, which is empty and growing cold. She's pale, and almost trembling, but ends up smiling once she sees them.]

Hey! Yep, I'm right here.

[And with a kneel--more like falling to her knees--Anemone drops down and reaches over to pet Gulliver. He looks concerned, but just lets her pet him as he tries to gently lick at her other hand in the hopes of a magical tongue.]

[prodigal-axe.livejournal.com]

... Is uh... Alpha gonna bring you home?

[A little disoriented here.]

[pilot_princess]

I'm going to her place.

[prodigal-axe.livejournal.com]

... What's her apartment number? Gonna stop by after I'm done here.

[Or just collapse on the bar floor. Whichever comes first.]

[pilot_princess]

Three... something. I'll smear blood on the door. [And a small laugh, because she means it as 'I'm joking but it'll most likely happen'.]

[latteheart.livejournal.com]

[Doesn't matter, worrying forever is Alpha's job. She winces at the damage, superficial or not, and gasps a little when the other girl practically falls to the floor. Taking a deep breath she leans forward and takes Anemone's arm, gently trying to tug her to her feet.] C-come on, let's get you inside and cleaned up, okay?

[prodigal-axe.livejournal.com]

Tch. You're just gonna leave blood on that girl's...

...wait a minute, just how badly are you hurt?

[pilot_princess]

[It's just a little exhaustion, but after a moment Gulliver just feels uncomfortable with that wet hand touching him and pretends to sleep. Anemone smiles and just lets Alpha pull her up, standing rather shakily as she regains her balance.]

O-okay, Alpha... my back's really wet.

[With an uncomfortable and tired glance, Anemone starts trying to tug her shirt off.]

[pilot_princess]

Joking, joking. I said I'd be careful... and I am.

Not bad, just cold. And wet. And... 314, by the way. [Though if he visits later there'll be a bit from when she knocked.]

[prodigal-axe.livejournal.com]

Alright... so was I.

[And he'll leave it at that, but he's expecting to see some injuries later. After all he's got a few.]

See if she'll let you borrow some clothes or something. You''ll get sick otherwise.

[pilot_princess]

Okay, good.

[And some soft mumbling. She's really just mumbling nonsense to keep herself up.]

She will... said not to worry about it. So I'll be okay.

[latteheart.livejournal.com]

[Alpha steadies the other girl as she stands and pulls her inside the apartment, closing the door before she can go and strip right there in the hall. She leads her into the living room and over to the couch, which is covered with whatever towels she could find to keep the mess as small as possible. She helps Anemone with her shirt, looking her over as she does.]

Sit here...where did they get you the worst? I might need more towels...

[pilot_princess]

[Anemone grumbles as her legs are forced into moving more, but as long as she can get this soaked shirt off, she's okay. There's a bite on her left shoulder and her shoulder blade from yesterday, though the bandages are ripped and soaked through. Then a new one to her neck, collar bone, right side, and upper arm. They're not deep, but with the amount of movement she's been done, it's drained her.

She sighs softly and lets the cool air touch her marks, and flops to sit on the couch. With a loud yawn, she leaned forward onto the older girl.] Alpha... I'm really tired.

Feel free to kick him for the nick name if you don't like it. IDK

[dontcallmegol.livejournal.com]

How're you doin' princess?

XD she likes it~

[pilot_princess]

Quitting early... I don't want to. What about you?

lol well good

[dontcallmegol.livejournal.com]

Well, I don't blame you really. Get some rest.

I'm alright. I might sleep for days after this though.

For now, I'm waiting...waiting and watching to see if it's really over.

^_^ she just wants a crown and a kingdom.... and cake

[pilot_princess]

I never got to steal a pipe from those stupid nurses... But I got my gun back.

[Have a laugh.] Just don't pass out at the bar again, okay?

I hope it is. Those things are annoying...

Mmm cake. /faceplant, snore

[dontcallmegol.livejournal.com]

Pipe sounds more fun personally.

Heh heh, yeah, I'll uh, try not to. But at least you guys know I was only sleeping. Just in case it happens again.

Agreed.

/brb stealing your slices

[pilot_princess]

They normally are! But those things with the teeth kept screaming at me, so I never really... got to get close to the nurses.

Yeah, after we thought you were dead. But good, at least it won't scare us next time.

Do you see anymore?

Ffff NOOOoooo D: /hides the rest of her chips

[dontcallmegol.livejournal.com]

Oooh, those things. Yeah, I uh, had to wrestle with a few of those. Not many of them got inside thankfully.

You know I'm sorry about that, I can't control it. I didn't mean to scare ya.

A few here and there. But looks like we can call it a day for now.

XD I don't want your chips.

[pilot_princess]

Oh wow... well, at least you stopped most of them, right?

[Soft sigh.] I know. It's okay.

Well, that's good. Sleep when you can. I wonder if Alpha has enough bandages...

Good cause they're gone :|

[dontcallmegol.livejournal.com]

Yeah, the people fighting outside were doing a great job of keeping the crowd back.

Oh I will. Alpha?

/takes your cookies

[pilot_princess]

That's great! You guys really had a strategy going on over there, didn't you?

Yeah, she's my friend. She didn't want to join in on the fighting.

Ffff D: /hides the mini gummi frogs

[dontcallmegol.livejournal.com]

Just a little one.

I don't blame her. Not everyone can or need fight.

you can keep your frogs 8|

[pilot_princess]

Ah... well, it worked well.

Yeah... but that sounds so boring.

[dontcallmegol.livejournal.com]

Yeah, I guess it does.

[pilot_princess]

I'm glad I went out. That was fun!

[latteheart.livejournal.com]

[If Alpha were at all prone to cursing she'd be doing it right now. Anemone had clearly lost a lot of blood, in addition to just being worn out from fighting. Logic said that the girl needed more than just basic first aid, but she was hardly in a state to be moved...Alpha absentmindedly strokes the girl's hair a little when she leans into her.] It's okay. Just...just rest, okay? You'll be fine.

[She pulls away and hurries to get the remaining bandages from the first aid kit.]

[pilot_princess]

[Whether this required a transfusion or just a bandaid, Anemone was already too settled to move. She's content enough just leaning on Alpha, and frowns when she has to move away. She doesn't care so much where Alpha goes, but instead just glides back on the couch, resting her head on the towels behind her.]

Night... [Another loud yawn, and she settled in for a nice nap.]