A LITTLE SPARK MAY BURST A FLAME // MAJOR INJURY (TW)

[BASTILLEPAW]

AND I'M JUST A DEAD MAN WALKING TONIGHT

Bastille had his disagreements with Roy (though he seemed to have gotten over them in the wake of Maes' death), but that didn't mean he wanted the guy to suffer. Well, okay, sometimes he'd like to throw something at Roy's head just to knock that smug look off his face, but that was... different. Besides, Bast the shithead Fireball could probably get away with that; Bast their goddamn Seraph was meant to lead by example and be a good person and treat his members with respect and all of the other shitty ass little buzz words that people always threw around. Call him crazy, but he had a feeling that the Ascendants would frown up their leader throwing books at people -- even if it was Roy.

He did not, however, have any sense of amusement or satisfaction from seeing Roy sprawled out with a missing leg and blood everywhere. The bengal had appeared a few paces behind Rad, his teleportation kicking in once he realized everyone was rushing... somewhere. He hadn't expected this, and his blank stare passed over the Guardian swiftly. "Fuck, Roy," he said, taking in the damage. Whatever Rad had given him to try this time seemed to mute his senses more than normal, and he barely felt a blimp of shock or horror as he surveyed the situation. "You really put some dedication into the phrase 'break a leg', don't you?"

He was going to Hell, that was for fucking sure.

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[radeken]

She considered Margaery's offer to Rin. Have her lick up the mess. Radeken let out a low, ugly chuckle at the thought while she continued picking out the freshest marigold and comfrey on hand from her ill-organized pack until there was enough to generously cover the smoldered stump that Roy was packing.

"[color=black]You should be appointed clan jester," Radeken mumbled in response to Bastille's 'break a leg' comment. To all those offering help, she dearly wished to respond 'yeah, hold this dummy down while I beat some sense into him' but she devoted the bitterness into focusing a little too hard on making the poultice smooth before helping smooth it on. She hoped it hurt. "[color=black]Careful putting it on that you don't burst any blisters."

"[color=black]To anyone who really wants to help, we should probably brainstorm ways to idiot-proof this place. Maybe a nice sign." It suddenly occurred to her that they were all in a pretty shitty spot. A big crowd clustered around a bloody fool with a very hungry vampire in the mix in a place that had just experienced a rock slide. "[color=black]We should get him and everyone else out of here immediately." She shot to Rin under her breath, already yanking out materials to plaster over Roy's stump to assist when Warringkingdoms began to finish up. Probably, nothing bad would happen. Still, Radeken didn't want any rocks to come down on her head.