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I'm not a girl. I'm a unicorn.

To clarity: Only children and hopeless dreamers believe in me, and I'm probably fake.

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Thanks Echo! I'm adding in a Larke, too. Mitch may come later.



Hello, dear friends and new friends-to-be!

I've got a Maeve, if you'll approve her, Echo!



Orion came to a hesitant halt at the sight of a bloodied young woman emerging from the building a few yards in front of him. Her question was of even further confusion.

Injured college kids and winged horses were far from the kind of help he had been banking on, but Mitch was bleeding. He looked the girl up and down: She was covered in gore, but whether it was hers or somebody else's was another question entirely. He glanced back at the horse, still flashing words across its side. Then back to the woman, trying to at least place where the blood looked like it was coming from.

If his partner were not literally bleeding out in his arms, he may have stopped and reflected on how much stranger the Ash was turning out to be than they could have imagined.

"I heard- read?- you the first time. I'm not putting her on an Erubescan animal. Go back to you Knight," he commanded, stepping away and toward the woman. He was talking to a damn horse. He imagined that whatever radio its handlers were using to direct it were having a decent laugh at his expense.

He then turned his attention back to the woman, looking her over. She had little blood of her hands, and what was on her clothing was more soak than splatter. Perhaps it was hers? Or with more luck, she was a medic. But a rough guess at blood stain patterns was little to go off of.

He heard another explosion behind him.

"She's hurt," he said, his voice hoarse but even as he stated the obvious, "Do you have any medical supplies? Or know of a healer? Or..."
@Framing A Moose I don't mean to be proddy, but are you still interested in this scene? We haven't heard from you even ooc for a few days, and I just wanted to make sure you were still here. ^.^
Orion hated that voice: It grated against his teeth like icy gravel and called to mind a cold, unfeeling creature that lived more more as a computer than a woman. Mitch stirred, and Orion shifted her weight in his arms.

He stopped, but did not turn to look toward the scene behind him. ORIN was not wrong about Mitch's condition: She was in trouble, and he had neither the expertise nor the supplies to help. The medical team certainly would.

And then, just as certainly, they would carry her off to endure an interrogation. He would be pinned and locked down, unable to help. They would question if she had met anyone out in the Ash; what information she had shared and with whom. She would not know who was asking or where she was, or why she had been turned in. The investigators would not accept an answer until they had a confession that would dehumanize her to the public.

He looked down at her broken body, scanning up from her mangled legs, dangling over his right arm, all the way to where her cheek rested against his shoulder. The scratch on her forehead had bled over her eyelids, and the wound was already crusting in the dry weather.

Mitch's head rose and fell with Orion's sighing breath, and he started again.

Perhaps it was selfish of him, but he could stomach neither the frigid voice behind him, nor the possibility of meeting the woman who made it. Dying in a moment with someone watching over you was a more noble death, he thought, than dying alone in the dark some time away. He did not respond to ORIN.

@VitoftheVoid

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He did, however, draw up short as a rather large beast alighted a few feet beside him. As someone from a long line of arena showmen, it did not take long to recognize the creature as an Erubescan bastardization. His uncle was a trainer, and his cousin had once nearly died when one spooked at sixty feet in the air.

He tucked Mitch against his body more tightly, and took a turn that would lead deeper into the city, and toward cover.

"Git," he commanded with a quivery voice. He shifted so that his bicep blocked Mitch's face from the animal in case it should nip. Whether the creature was some further trap, a parlor trick, or something in between, he was absolutely not in the mood. "Go to your master. Git."

@Framing A Moose

This fast-paced posting gives me life, y'all. I'm about it.
Orion charged again when he saw the Knight readying some kind of attack, but the blast hit before he could reach her. His feet skidded in the ash, and he was forced back nearly a meter by the concussive force.

Mitch heard the explosion only half a second before she felt it.

She was pitched forward from her hunched squat, her shoulders and neck crashing into the row of metal cabinets in front of her. The counter that had been at her back slammed forward and then collapsed, first pinning and then dragging her feet before crashing down on top of her legs and back. The fire from the blast mostly passed her over, but she had already blacked out from pain by the time it would have hit.

Orion had closed his eyes on instinct as the explosion washed over him, and his vision registered in slow-motion for an instant as he turned to look behind him at the devastated building. And then snapped back to speed all at once.

"Leila!" The Knight may as well have disappeared. Orion raced back to the remains of the restaurant, ground shaking. "Mitch, Mitch? Where are you?" He looked frantically toward where he had left her: Rows of heavy metal counters all bent and thrown into one another; a pileup car accident with her underneath. "Leila? Leila, for God's sake-"

He ran to where he had left her, shoving one of the fixtures back upright. There was blood on the ground. Another piece came up, and there was Mitch: Crumpled and torn like a used wrapper. Her shoes were ripped, part of the leather still stuck to the edge of the cabinet Orion had lifted from her. The fabric of her pants was tattered and soaked through with blood. Where some fabric had been torn away, he could see bone.

"No. God- Leila-" He fumbled with how to lift her for a moment, afraid she may fall apart in his hands. He shifted back to his own body, and paying no heed to the broken shrapnel or sharp edges, took a knee at her side. With shaking hands, he scooped up her body with a tenderness that seemed impossible for someone of his size. "Mitch, baby. Mitch-" His breath came in uneven, shaking gasps. He stood, cradling her to his chest.

She whimpered, but did not move.

"Shh, now. You're alright. I'm- We can fix this. You're gonna be--" Her blood, warm and sticky, soaked through his shirt and laid against his skin. He swallowed hard, and glanced toward the Knight. "You're going to be fine. We just- We gotta go, now. It's okay." Shifting back into steel, he began walking away from the wreckage as quickly as he could afford without jostling her further.
I'm with Lorelle on preferring to have stuff show up IC. Unless it's something really unusual. Like, I guess if she carried a bag with every known cure-all in existence on her back, and a fish take that can make food from nothing, maybe mention that ahead of time? But other than that, just post and we shall find out. (:
I'm picturing that, or the eccentric Erubescan billionaire who commissioned it so his son could ask a girl to prom via horse-text and then pick her up on a pegasus. Because this horse is the epitome of Erubescan excess-meets-science.
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