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Laura Moon (spitandviolets) wrote in vas_captio_rpg,

Laura, lately, was a hero, and she was eager to help people. It seemed, however, that an earthquake could sneak up on even a hero and could catch a hero off guard. She wanted to be out there saving the innocent, running from flickering light to flickering light, bestowing some order upon the chaos. This was not where she was supposed to be. Her ears could hear the people crying, and she could sense them, in their pain, by the light of their souls. They were all so distinct.

Her head nearly snapped off when she turned to look at the new arrival her movement was so fast. Her teeth were clenched, and she gripped, feebly, at the things that were pinning her. "Yeah, nice to see you too," she said in a flat, dull, monotone voice when he swore at her in French. She'd read enough travel books to know what that meant. Still, she was glad to see him, and she was glad that she wasn't bleeding. There was formaldehyde pouring from her wounds, adding to the odd smell of the building.

Gambit was not quite moving fast enough for herl iking, and while the first bit of metal came out easily, she didn't have time to wait for another pull like that. He wasn't going to make it in here much longer. Laura couldn't imagine what the smell was like; it was probably noxious and toxic. Grabbing the metal that was in her side, she pulled sideways when she wasn't held so fast, and a chunk of flesh from the bottom of her ribcage to the top of her hip fell to the floor with a disgusting plop. Fully dislodged from where she'd been pinned and looking, frankly, horrible, she looked to him.

"My arm is gone, as is this piece of flesh," she waggled her fingers in the newly formed hole in her body. "Thank you for coming, but you're an idiot for putting yourself in danger for someone who's already dead. We haven't got time to look for that which has been lost just yet." When he coughed, she knew that they had to get motoring. Hopping up beside him almost effortlessly, she sighed softly, looking around. That was when she spotted it. Running to where the beer cooler that she'd called home, she grabbed the leather bound journal. If that was safe, maybe her pack had survived. Maybe there was still Norn water inside of it. She could only hope, right? But that would have to wait.

Moving to him, she nodded. "I can walk," she said plainly. Grabbing his sleeve with her remaining arm, she began tugging him towards the exit, or the hole in the wall that she now considered the exit. "I'm not sure how much longer you're going to be able to breathe. I don't need to, but it seems that you do. I'm not going to even get into the fact right now that, by my account, you're not human. All I can give you is my thanks. We need to get you out of here, and I need to find L." For someone who was dripping green, the pale woman was very calm. Laura looked unwell on a good day; today, she was looking positively ghoulish.