RUN ME LIKE A RIVER && fatal, near-death

[redvox.]

REDVOX "VINNY" ABRAMO - cis male - goat-bat hybrid - harbinger

Vinny had been... pleasantly surprized, when Noa had decided to come with him when he had left to reform the Halls. Sure, they weren't the closest friends in the world, but Vox enjoyed Noa's company, and it had made him feel better that there were other Pittians who hadn't wanted to continue the injustices of the other group. Ever since then, Redvox had tried to make sure that Noa – along with everyone else that now resided within the Halls – was comfortable and hally, safe within the walls of the fortress. Unfortunately, the hybrid hadn't accounted for the fact that the main apartment building was still in a state of disarray, and many of the floors were still structurally unsound. He had been working on fixing that with the help of some of the larger members, but... it seemed that he hadn't gotten around to fixing up Noa's floor yet. The harbinger had been relaxing in his room, his chin resting against the ground and his green eyes closed as he drifted closer and closer to sleeping, when suddenly he heard a crash from down below him. The sound of floors cracking and falling in on themselves and a short lived shout from beneath him made him immediately leap up, his heart practically beating out of his chest. He wasn't sure exactly what floor the noises had come from, but he wasn't really thinking clearly as he threw himself down the stairs, occasionally teleporting to get down more quickly as he stumbled over his large wings and clumsy hooves. Before long, he reached Noa's floor, and, upon hearing Roman's frantic call, he found himself scrambling towards their room. When he threw the door open and saw the hole in the floor, his heart immediately sank, the air seeming to leave his lungs in one fell swoop. Fuck, fuck, Noa was hurt. Definitely hurt. He should've been more careful, should've told everyone which floors he had found were unstable... this was all his goddamn fault.

Teleporting down through the hole, Vinny soon found himself beside Roman, his eyes wide disks as he took in Noa's destroyed form, lingering on the bone jutting out of the other's chest. Initially, he felt like he wanted to vomit, the sight so upsetting that the harbinger wanted to flee from the scene, but... but he couldn't. He had a huge amount of responsibility now, and Noa's wellbeing was part of that responsibility. Besides, he had seen far worse, both in the Pitt and in the throes of battle... at least, that's what he told himself. He could hear Roman's voice from beside him, seeming almost far off as he tried to think of what he could do to help. However, everything came into stunning focus almost violently when Ro grabbed Noa's rib, moving to move it back into place. Vinny let out a slightly stunned noise as he closed his eyes for a moment before mumbling to Roman, resisting the staring urge to dig his claws into the flooring below him to stop the phantom pains that echoed through his chest after watching the other help – he couldn't even imagine how that must've felt for Noa, "Ro... Roman, fuckin' Bertille... ugh, uhm... what can I do to 'elp? I don't... I don't 'ave any medical knowledge, but I'll help however I can with this..." Shit, this is so, so fuckin' bad, ran loudly through Vox's mind, but he kept that to himself, not wanting to put Roman in more of a state of panic than he already was. Sure, Vinny was fucking panicked, but he couldn't imagine how Roman must've felt. Although he didn't know of the two's familial relationship, it was pretty clear from the worry and caring in Roman's voice that they were close.

Swallowing thickly, the hybrid waited expectantly for any of Roman's orders to him, his heart beating so surprisingly loudly that he could hear it over anything else. As he waited, the gat lowered his head, his voice a soft whisper as he prayed for his new clanmate, his eyes closing, "Sweet Bertille, goddess of light 'n' generosity... please 'elp my friend. They don't deserve this 'n' you fuckin' know it... please, 'nybody up there... help if y'can..." Hus voice was slightly strained and certainly more hostile than it usually was when he spoke to Bertille and her undergods, but he couldn't help it. He was worried out of his mind, and Noa definitely didn't deserve some shit like this... they had been nothing but friendly even before he had reformed the Halls... they should've been able to just get a nice safe room, not fuckin' this!