recapping retribution - fireproofing

[redvox.]

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

For once, Vox wasn't actually holding any of Aslisk's angry outbursts against her. After all, he couldn't even begin to imagine the pain that she was in, even if ultimately she was the reason she was in such pain. The closest comparison he had was when he had first burned to death within the warehouse fire that had first disbanded the Halls, but even that had been fast and merciful, with him passing out before the full fury of the agony of dying by flames could take effect. He could only imagine that was similar to this, except that Aslisk wasn't passed out, nor was she dead. Instead she was awake and alive, forced to deal with the consequences of her actions. If Vinny was someone more cruel, he would've felt a smug sense of satisfaction that Aslisk was facing some kind of retribution for doing something stupid, but truthfully he didn't feel good about this at all. He just hoped to Bertille that somebody could help in some way, or there was a good chance that Aslisk could succumb to her injuries and die. The thought made his ears twitch and flatten as he heaved Aslisk onto his back, wincing when he heard her agonized screaming. He expected to be lashed out at in some capacity, and he felt Aslisk thrash a bit, but after a moment the wyvern had just given up, too overwhelmed by the pain that struck her. He wasn't sure whether to be relieved or worried, but he felt a heavy mix of both as he began his steady trek back go the apartment building, going through great lengths as to not jostle the female on his spine.

When the apartment building eventually came into sight, Vox picked up his pace somewhat, although he was still exceedingly careful not to wound Aslisk further. Once they were right outside, Vinny took a deep breath before shouting, desperate for help, "Help! 'Elp! We need help, Aslisk is really fuckin' badly burned! Roman! Somebody, anybody who knows what th'fuck to do in a situation like this!" Vox liked to think that he was pretty good at a large number of different things, such as fighting and strategy, and interacting with others. But when it came to healing and stuff like that, he always preferred to shove the ball in another's corner, since he really couldn't afford to fuck up and end up killing someone. Unfortunately, that also meant that he had absolutely no idea what to do in this situation, and was left with only the option to desperately shout for some kind of assistance, praying to Bertille that it would come before something even more serious happened to Aslisk.

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