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[You know things are bad when not even books can grab Kari's attention. It's been over a month since the draft, since she was injured, and it's only in the past two weeks that she's finally been able to train without wincing at every twist of her body. And ever since then, that's pretty much all she's been doing -- anything to keep her mind occupied with as little human interaction required as possible.]

[Not even today's rain can stop her from training. Now that her injuries have more or less healed up, it was back to her usual routine: fighting simulated swordsmen, adding another each time she successfully defeats all of them, and subtracting one for each time she's knocked down. For awhile, she leaves the safety on -- but somehow that's just not enough. The enemy wasn't going to go easy on her in the battlefield, so why should she go easy on herself now? She needed to be stronger. Better. Even at her full strength out there, she wasn't strong enough to protect herself. If she were stronger, she wouldn't still be so upset about what happened out there. That's gotta be it, right?]

[After all, killing people is just part of what it means to be a hero in a place like this... right?]

[But as some point, the training has to stop. Her arms ache -- with the safety off, she probably recieved a rather nasty cut somewhere along the line. And she won't know how bad until she transforms back into Kari... but she can't exactly do that here, or else someone might be able to deduce her identity. And so she sets off for home, hiding the tired stagger in her step well. But upon returning home, she finds herself in a bit of a... predicament.]

[The voice that calls over the journal is most definitely Kari, and she sounds a bit strained:]

Uhm... is there anyone from the clinic who wouldn't mind making a house-call? I-I broke some glass and I fell. [...] Except, you know, the other way around. If it weren't so nasty outside I'd try to make it myself, but I don't think that's really an option for me right now. I kinda live on the top floor, and I'm already a little dizzy.

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[ooc: Hoshikyo is training everyday from May 1st onward, so if an earlier day would be more convenient, go ahead an throw a different date in the subject line! Also, feel free to break time/space in terms of who reaches out to her for the voice part. Knowing Kari, this has probably happened to her more than once anyway!]

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...YOU'RE BLEEDING THAT BADLY!? How much glass did you- [No, no. More importantly.] Which building are you in!? [Not a doctor, but he knows how to stop bleeding.]

It's not... I mean, I'm not bleeding that much, but. You know. Falling down, sight of blood, kinda makes you a little dizzy, you know?

[ Look, he'll even filter this, because he's nice like that. ]

Having some trouble? You know - you seem to have a nasty habit of getting scraped up. Might want to see a psychiatrist about that.

Edited 2013-05-14 06:56 (UTC)

Oh, it's just the sight. That's not so bad I guess. PHEW! You had me pretty worried there for a minute.

...you know, just because I'm not bleeding to death doesn't mean it's nothing to worry about. I'll probably need, like. Stitches or something here.

[Or magic glowy healing -- this place was cool like that.]

[Oh look it's her favorite person-- WRONG. She can't exactly hold a pen right now so she'll just have to deal with a one-sided conversation. Lovely.]

Oh, shut up. Your beard makes you look like a porn star.

Y-yeah, but at least you're not in danger of dying right away. I'm no doctor, but I'll still come give you hand. I can at least help stop the bleeding and get you somewhere. So were are you exactly?

Clever. Except not very. But gold star for trying. You probably wouldn't want to accept help from a porn star, would you?

[She doesn't particularly want to tell some random guy where she lives, but she doesn't really have many other options right now, does she?]

...community building 7, on the top floor. You'll know which room when you get here.

[Namely because there's some blood on the front door. She had to make it look convincing that she fell! Though there won't be any glass around.]

Not particularly. [Though it's looking like slim-pickings in terms of anyone else who's willing to help.]

[Not that she's going to admit that, of course.]

And I'm not exactly jumping for the chance of being indebted to you again.

Indebted to me further, you mean. You still haven't made up for the first time.

Yeah, and you found out my identity in the process. I'd say that's a fair trade.

Alright. I'll be there soon.

[And he means it. He always carries a small first aid kit on him still out of habit of his time as an outlaw. He'll hope it's enough for whatever cut this girl may have.

There's a knock on the door with the blood on it at the same time it's opened and a man walks in. A tall man with long blond hair pulled back into a pony tail. Black jeans and wearing a blue sweater, Vash lets himself in.]

Hello? Are you alright in here?

[Jeb doesn't recognize her, surprise surprise. But he's still concerned upon hearing a message like that.]

I-- I'm not from the clinic, but I'm able to heal you if you need it...! [He doesn't expect her to take him up on it since they don't know each other, but he can at least offer...]

Secret identities are highly overrated. So, am I hauling your ass to the clinic or what?

Hey. I don't know about you? But mine happens to be important to me. [And it's also kind of a sore-spot for him to have found of who she was -- something she wasn't even comfortable revealing to her closest friends, let alone some totally gross beardy guy.]

...why are you even offering, anyway?

[Kari is sitting on the floor on a towel in the center of the room, not wanting to go about staining all her furniture. She wasn't exactly exaggerating when she said she was dizzy -- her arms are laced with long cuts, including a few around her shoulders (visible only due to the stains on her shirt). The ones on her legs are hidden by the long skirt she's wearing, which looks pretty cut up on it's own. She probably looks more like she jumped through a broken window than dropped some glass.]

[She was just about to stand when the door opened, making her jump a bit.]

H-Hey! Don't just open the door like that!

Edited (FORGOT THE CHANGE THE SUBJECT) 2013-05-16 01:03 (UTC)

[Aww, it's that sweet girl she had lunch with before! Who she still thinks is a girl. Y E P. But that was as Hoshikyo. And injuries aside, she can still remember that much.]

[If anyone's watching, they might notice how overwhelming nicer she is to this offer.]

Wow, that's really sweet of you to offer! I'd really appreciate it. Normally I'd try to heal myself, but I'm a little tired today. That and I'm still not really used to all this magic stuff here, you know?

Because you need help.

[ Surprisingly, not sarcasm. ]

[...]

[There's a good minute of silence before she seems to believe him.]

Community building 7. I live on the top floor. [...] A-And I didn't get hurt from dropping glass. Obviously.

Heh, sorry, but there was blood by the door and I was worried! That sure looks like a lot more than just some cuts from glass. You sure you're alright?

[Maybe he should have brought more bandages.]

Edited 2013-05-16 05:37 (UTC)

Well. I wouldn't have asked for help if I didn't need it. It was a lot of glass. [Totally believable!! In opposite-land. But she's not going to focus on that.]

[She still manages to stand though, but with a bit of a wobble and a definite wince.]

I-I looked a lot worse before, but I managed to wipe up most of the blood. I just can't really bandage them all up myself with one hand.

[ And here he was almost expecting her to say no. ]

Figured. I'm on my way. In the meantime, work on the creativity of your alibis.

Let me see. If you did break a glass - [Totally doesn't believe that.] - better make sure it's cleaned out and wrapped up tight.

[She's not going to dignify that with a response -- things were weird enough here that she hardly needs to worry about someone spontaneously guessing that she's a magical girl.]

[She's not sure how long it'll take him to get here, but she makes an effort to stand and wait near the door. It should be obvious which door is hers, given there's a bit of blood on the front door.]

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