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[When he was fairly sure the sky was clear of falling trees, Isamu had made his way outside toward the edge of town. It was late, but of the things the teen feared, creatures that went bump in the night weren't part of them. He didn't tell anyone he was leaving. He just went.
Sometime later, he can be found dozing against a light post just at the town's edge. It probably isn't the safest place to be, but he's too tired to bother walking back to the apartment complex just yet. His journal is with him, but it's closed shut.
Just a few more minutes, and he'll start walking...]
Sometime later, he can be found dozing against a light post just at the town's edge. It probably isn't the safest place to be, but he's too tired to bother walking back to the apartment complex just yet. His journal is with him, but it's closed shut.
Just a few more minutes, and he'll start walking...]
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Why not? [Isamu smirks a little.] Don't think any more trees are falling.
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[Nods a little] Yes... that's true...
[Gives Isamu a faint, slightly strained smile.] Be careful then, Isamu-san.
But I didn't want to run you off, either. ;_;
You were pretty nosy last time.
O-Okay... play it by the ear? o.O
keelsfalls over. He just spent one or two hours walking through the forest after being chomped in his middle by Moro, so excuse his ...un-nosiness.]...I have my dreams... remember? And Naoki-san said everything was alright when I saw him after... the talk that you two had...
[He's still in the shadows, but can you see at least the outline of something tied firmly about his middle, with one hand pressed over it? And do you smell the lingering scent of blood?]
Can do.
...Hey, which direction did you just come from?
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...From outside the village... [There, not a lie yet not the direct truth. Will start
escapingwobblingwalking away again. Was that a stumble?]no subject
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[He had a lot of time to kill making his way back here after all. More than enough to try and piece the situation together.]
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...He might have been mumbling that train of thought. How much did Isamu hear?]
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[Isamu didn't have much of an opinion, good or bad, about this guy. But he was a friend of Naoki's (the guy had too many friends, seriously), and this might be an opportunity for, well...] Hold on. Let me take a look at you.
[He stood up and walked to Kakyou's side. The light wasn't the best, but he could tell there were some seriously ragged puncture wounds there. It definitely looked like he'd almost been wolf chow, and with all the blood he'd lost it was amazing he was still on his feet.] I've... never actually done this on a person. Don't know how much I'll be able to manage, but... Hold still, okay?
[Isamu holds his hands up near some of the wounds, looking uncertain. After a moment, there's a faint glow over the injuries. The spirits work differently with everyone, and rather than a solid glow over the wounds, a strand of energy seems to be weaving through the torn skin, much like stitches. So far, this is the best way he's been able to focus the magic into being.]
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He blinks tiredly as he watches the healing magic at work. Huh. That was different. His had mostly been manifesting as a barrier of sorts...
...Did he say that out loud again?]
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[The glow fades after a while, and Isamu slumps tiredly.] There. That might hold you until you get to the clinic. And you better head right there.
And... [He pauses to look up and glare.] You better not tell a single damn person what I just did.
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[Shifts tiredly so he's standing up semi-straight again, looking around a bit distractedly before seeming to shake himself back into focus again. Blood loss isn't good for thought processes. :/]
...Will you be alright? [He notices your lack of energy now.]
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[And will be walking slowly towards the clinic. Hoepfully Kamui isn't too worried yet... he really wants his journal back at times like this...
Maybe he should stop thinking for abit.]
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