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returned
WHO: Dokja, Himeka, and Abel
WHAT: Dokja has a booboo after his altercation with Gen; Abel is taking him to Himeka to make it better
WHERE: The Godsblood Lodestone
WHEN: After this
WARNINGS: Blood/head trauma/injury, Dokja got Messed Up
[ it has been an exceptionally long day - and yet one that has been fruitful for many. there are new faces among their rank at the Lodestone beneath Godsblood, awakening Pleroma saved from the fate of having fallen into the hands of the Kenoma, saved from knowing the nauseating sensation of that living liquid writhing down one's throat and driving them to madness.
but, as with all things, hasn't come simple or easy, nor without consequences.
it's grown late; most must have surely retreated to the city proper by now, looking to find temporary lodgings and to recuperate from a "rebirth" via chrysalis. but the traveling stones have sent two latecomers - Aions not newly reborn, but who've had time and experience in Horos' lands - stumbling rather abruptly outward as the shimmer of the teleportation spell deposits them in the chilly shadow of the Lodestone's monolith. Dokja is cradled in Abel's arms, face bloodlessly pale underneath bruises and lacerations, beneath the thick caking of blood dripping from somewhere at the side of his head. his temple got the worst of it-- but he's in a very, very bad way. to say someone made a punching bag of his face is no exaggeration. ]
Help-- I need help, quickly, he's--
[ the call rings out, echoes off of the high stone; it carries and makes him sound even more desperate, which is a rather impressive feat considering. and doesn't he have a good reason...? the man he's holding-- one might be forgiven for thinking Dokja might already be dead. ]
D-Dokja. Dokja, hold on, can you hear me? [ the priest is hurriedly stepping further into the ruins, naked fear and something plaintive in his gaze that searches for help. please-- please don't let him be too late. please don't be too late-- ]
WHAT: Dokja has a booboo after his altercation with Gen; Abel is taking him to Himeka to make it better
WHERE: The Godsblood Lodestone
WHEN: After this
WARNINGS: Blood/head trauma/injury, Dokja got Messed Up
[ it has been an exceptionally long day - and yet one that has been fruitful for many. there are new faces among their rank at the Lodestone beneath Godsblood, awakening Pleroma saved from the fate of having fallen into the hands of the Kenoma, saved from knowing the nauseating sensation of that living liquid writhing down one's throat and driving them to madness.
but, as with all things, hasn't come simple or easy, nor without consequences.
it's grown late; most must have surely retreated to the city proper by now, looking to find temporary lodgings and to recuperate from a "rebirth" via chrysalis. but the traveling stones have sent two latecomers - Aions not newly reborn, but who've had time and experience in Horos' lands - stumbling rather abruptly outward as the shimmer of the teleportation spell deposits them in the chilly shadow of the Lodestone's monolith. Dokja is cradled in Abel's arms, face bloodlessly pale underneath bruises and lacerations, beneath the thick caking of blood dripping from somewhere at the side of his head. his temple got the worst of it-- but he's in a very, very bad way. to say someone made a punching bag of his face is no exaggeration. ]
Help-- I need help, quickly, he's--
[ the call rings out, echoes off of the high stone; it carries and makes him sound even more desperate, which is a rather impressive feat considering. and doesn't he have a good reason...? the man he's holding-- one might be forgiven for thinking Dokja might already be dead. ]
D-Dokja. Dokja, hold on, can you hear me? [ the priest is hurriedly stepping further into the ruins, naked fear and something plaintive in his gaze that searches for help. please-- please don't let him be too late. please don't be too late-- ]