[ You find yourself in a square, drab room. The walls are a dingy-looking taupe, the carpet is an indeterminate brownish color, worn thin and packed down from time and many feet. There are a few couches, chairs, and tables scattered around, as threadbare and dingy as everything else in the room, and an old jukebox in the corner that doesn't seem to have any power. The two windows to your left are both boarded up, letting only cracks of light in to compete with the flickering overhead lights. There are two large stains of what look like blood in the middle of the room, and they don’t seem very old, because you can smell a hint of iron in the air underneath the stronger scents of smoke, vomit, and stale beer.
Ahead of you is the only exit, a stairwell going up, and an intercom next to the stairs.
The stairs are blocked by a teenage girl with olive-brown skin, sharply pointed ears, and glossy golden hair. Her neon apple-green eyes watch you suspiciously from her perch a few steps up from the bottom of the staircase, and the bullet wounds in her stomach bleed sluggishly, staining the fabric of her tight t-shirt. Despite her heavy makeup and rat’s nest of hair, she doesn't look a day over fourteen. ]
[ her face softens a bit as she takes in Rider, as if she recognizes him, and she shrugs ]
Whatever. It's fine.
[She stands up and trots the two stairs down to ground level, though, so Rider can see them if he likes]
You're lucky, she doesn't like everyone.
[The second voice is young, coming from a little girl of about 11 with blonde hair and freckles, barefoot and wearing a nightgown. Was she behind you before? ]
[ She says nothing, though her scowl deepens, and there’s a rustling sound behind you. A young girl’s voice says ]
I’d be careful how you approach her, if I were you.
[ The girl who appeared behind you has blonde hair and freckles. She looks to be about 11, barefoot and wearing a white nightgown. She is completely out of place and doesn’t look the slightest bit like she minds. ]
[ The girl on the stairs doesn't respond, except to scowl deeper.
There's a rustling next to you, and there's suddenly a little girl there. She looks to be about 11, with blonde hair and freckles, and she's barefoot and wearing a white nightgown. She doesn't seem to belong here, but isn't bothered in the least. ]
[ She says nothing, though her scowl deepens, and there’s a rustling sound behind you. A young girl’s voice says ]
She's been bleeding for a long time.
[ The girl who appeared behind you has blonde hair and freckles. She looks to be about 11, barefoot and wearing a white nightgown. She is completely out of place and doesn’t look the slightest bit like she minds. ]
[but turning to approach the bleeding girl more slowly.]
Please? I... sorry. I'm Karigan. I'm a knight in Aather and a Green Rider back home. I know how much an injury like that hurts. I really do want to help you.
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Ahead of you is the only exit, a stairwell going up, and an intercom next to the stairs.
The stairs are blocked by a teenage girl with olive-brown skin, sharply pointed ears, and glossy golden hair. Her neon apple-green eyes watch you suspiciously from her perch a few steps up from the bottom of the staircase, and the bullet wounds in her stomach bleed sluggishly, staining the fabric of her tight t-shirt. Despite her heavy makeup and rat’s nest of hair, she doesn't look a day over fourteen. ]
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[But WHY INJURED TINY? D=]
[Hurrying over.] Hey, are you okay? Can I see your injuries? [It's heart metaphor, don't just auto heal, you don't know what it means yet.]
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Whatever. It's fine.
[She stands up and trots the two stairs down to ground level, though, so Rider can see them if he likes]
You're lucky, she doesn't like everyone.
[The second voice is young, coming from a little girl of about 11 with blonde hair and freckles, barefoot and wearing a nightgown. Was she behind you before? ]
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Uh. Well. I do seem to have that kind of luck. [With the people who don't like people liking me. Mostly dragons and a few psychos.]
[Okay, injured teen first, then blondie. Kneeling down and lifting her shirt enough to see the injury.] Why are you hurt?
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[ It's casually thrown out there, as if it doesn't matter, but she doesn't look at him when she says it. ]
Devin was gonna shoot her. I had to try to stop him. He didn't like that very much.
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So this was an injury to protect someone?
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She [ points to the blonde girl ] is just a will-o-wisp. Whatever. I had to protect my hero.
[ the blonde girl doesn't respond to the tone ]
I'm here to help you, not her, as much as I can. There are rules, but... if you want me to. I can keep you from getting lost.
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Ahh, that looks bad!
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I’d be careful how you approach her, if I were you.
[ The girl who appeared behind you has blonde hair and freckles. She looks to be about 11, barefoot and wearing a white nightgown. She is completely out of place and doesn’t look the slightest bit like she minds. ]
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The doesn't matter. Someone needs to do something about that bleeding! She's going to pass out!
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[ The teenager glares at you, but keeps sitting on the stairs ]
It's been like this for a while. I'm just here to keep people from going upstairs without permission.
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Hello~?
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There's a rustling next to you, and there's suddenly a little girl there. She looks to be about 11, with blonde hair and freckles, and she's barefoot and wearing a white nightgown. She doesn't seem to belong here, but isn't bothered in the least. ]
She's a little grumpy. Sorry.
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She has that right, I think, nya~
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Rin has lots of energy to share with everyone~ Let's both make here feel better!
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I can't really help her. That's not why I'm here, I can only watch. I can help you, though, if you want me to.
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Hey, I... can I help you get to a healer? I don't think my bandages are going to be much good, but bleeding out is even worse.
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She's been bleeding for a long time.
[ The girl who appeared behind you has blonde hair and freckles. She looks to be about 11, barefoot and wearing a white nightgown. She is completely out of place and doesn’t look the slightest bit like she minds. ]
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That doesn't mean she has to keep bleeding. I can help a little even if I can't heal it completely.
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That's good. You'll have to convince her it's a good idea, though.
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[but turning to approach the bleeding girl more slowly.]
Please? I... sorry. I'm Karigan. I'm a knight in Aather and a Green Rider back home. I know how much an injury like that hurts. I really do want to help you.
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[ The teenager doesn't move as you approach, though she doesn't look much like she trusts you. ]
Why? What's in it for you?
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