-Makes one last effort to get up and take a shot, and is blasted down onto her back-
What if there’s no better word than just not saying anything?-Gets upright again-
...
-Switches off her barriers-
Nice one.
What if there’s no better word than just not saying anything?-She is... curious-
-For lack of a better word-
-A scene shift occurs. It's still in the dead of night, but the young man and the elderly man sit at a table. The elderly man takes a swing from a mug labeled "Inspire"-
-"His situation is severe," the elderly man says in a raspy, worried voice, "Whether or not he will live until the morning is beyond my sight. My team of healers will do the best they can, but..." his voice trailed off. The young man, with a new mug labeled Art is visibly distraught by his fear and asks if he can do anything to help-
-The elderly man simply shakes his head and says, "Nothing the healers are not already trying. But it might help if you just sat with him. He will need to see a friendly face when he wakes up from this ordeal, and you are the closest thing he has right now." Understandingly, the man rises from his seat and hurries to the Elf's room, telling the man, "I will stay with him for as long as it takes. I will not let him die."-
mario is red, i am green, i try my best, but everyone's mean-Sets her gun back to normal-
That was your Stand, wasn't it?
What if there’s no better word than just not saying anything?At what point did it start working?
-Is curious, rather than miffed-
What if there’s no better word than just not saying anything?-You will come across Shirou and Shizuka watching some weird movie, Twitch-
-Art enters the room where the Elf laid surrounded by healers, all sharing Inspire's concerned expression. They tell Art that they washed his body and dressed his wounds, but he still showed no signs of improvement. His breathing was shallow and his pulse was weak. One of the healers in particular turn to Art with a defeated sigh and says, "It will be an uphill battle. We have done all we can at this time. Now, we can only wait and see if he wakes."-
-Nodding resolutely, he tells them that he'll stay with him through the night, and keep watch as he sleeps. One by one, the healers take their leave, the last one closing the door behind them. Art dips a square of cloth in a bowl of warm water left by the healers, and gently used it to stroke the injured Elf's belly button-
-wait what-
-Then, taking up his limp hand, Art settles into his bedside chair and prepared to wait through the remainder of the long, cold night-
edited 14th Sep '14 10:45:13 PM by Rivux
mario is red, i am green, i try my best, but everyone's mean

-in a second-
-The young man leaps over the terrace railing and onto the ground below. He's scratched by branches and they snag at his clothes, but he pays no mind to them and runs over to the figure. Breath run ragged, despite only running, what, 50 feet, he gets to his knees and gently holds the figure's hand, stroking its fingers-
-the fuck-
-Speaking out loud, the young man identifies the body as a male Elf from the land of Kahnvahs. More specifically, a Muse who looked no older than 200. His clothes are torn and bloody and his hair is matted with grime. He says that this man needs the attention of a healer immediately and, without hardly any second thoughts, picks him up and cradles him in his arms as he carries him back inside-
edited 14th Sep '14 10:28:33 PM by Rivux
mario is red, i am green, i try my best, but everyone's mean