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[A. Action 1125/1127 Taylor (Saturday Morning)]

[Marisa was heavy sleeper, but even she wasn't going to sleep through this. Bolting awake, knocking the rubble off of herself, Marisa stared wide-eyed at the devastation around her. She had only two thoughts right then: What they hell was going on and that she needed to get to Patchouli as fast as she could. So, she tried to call for her broom.

...nothing happened. Her brow furrowed and that's when she noticed it. Her magic was gone again. ALL OF IT. Her eyes widened even more. If her magic was gone, then so was Patchouli's. This was bad... very, very, bad. Patchouli was very sickly without her magic. With how hard breathing was for Marisa right then with the dust in the air, she couldn't imagine how hard it was for her girlfriend. So, she had to get to what was left of 340 Brady and hope to the gods that Patchouli was still alive. Panicking wasn't going to get her anywhere.

The witch picked through the remains and eventually found the stairs leading down. This was probably going to be the only time anyone was thankful she was such a packrat. So, she grabbed a beaten pack, tossed a few things from the basement into it, and grabbed a bed sheet, paint, shoelaces and a wooden pole. Once back up, she grabbed a few things from the wreckage before yelling next door.]

OI! CIEL! YOU ALIVE?

[B. Trekking Across Mayfield (Saturday/Sunday)]

[With a pack slung over her shoulder and a bed sheet banner bearing a sigil on a wooden pole, Marisa appears to be on a mission. She's scraped up and there's a tear in the skirt of her dress, betraying dried blood on her leg and bringing attention to a bit of a limp. Determined though she is, she's not going to completely ignore any other living person she crosses paths with.]

[C. Saturday Night]

[It's dark, but someone is still traversing through the wreckage. With a dim, old flashlight in hand, and the bed sheet banner bearing a sigil on a wooden pole that she's -definitely- using for some support, Marisa continues to pick her way through the rubble.]

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[Flandre deflates--and her voice sounds a bit reedy, like a child trying not to cry too much.]

My wing hurts again, Marisa.

[When the wreckage is finally all peeled away, Flandre shrinks from the light briefly before peeking first one eye open and then the other.]

Marisa?

[One of her wings is mostly unscathed; mostly some light bruising and discomfort. The other one is where the mess lies; a few of the delicate outer wing bones have been broken. But with the weight removed from her back, her toes had started to get pins and needles again, instead of being numb.]

[Okay, no MAJOR damage. Marisa half-collapses down next to Flandre to get the weight off her leg, and immediately pulls the tiny vampire into a hug. She know that probably hurt because it moved the wing, but she needs the hug and so does Flandre.]

I got you... I got you...

[Flandre whines again when the wing was dislodged, but, but--

--someone was hugging her. Marisa was. The little vampire buried her face in the witch's shoulder, returned the embrace and shivered and shivered. She was still distressed, very much so...but she had Marisa to cling to this time.]

I don't...want to be alone, Marisa... [At least not right now.]

[Marisa held Flandre tightly and hoped her naturally high body heat would help warm the vampire up. She grabbed the banner and wrapped it about them and gave Flandre a kiss on the top of the head.]

You're not alone, honey. I've got you.

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[Flandre hadn't realized how cold she was until she was pressed up against Marisa; she snuggled as far as she could towards that heat source. Without her hat, she could feel that kiss much more easily.

It would be a stretch to say she relaxed, then--more like going limp, at least partway. She made a noise somewhere between a grumble and another whimper.]

Just stay here until you're warm. Once you're warm, I'll take a look at your wing.

[She stroked the vampire's back lightly between the wings and rest her cheek against Flandre's head. She would be patient and the blood was already starting to clot again.]

I will, Marisa... [Flandre murmured into the witch's shoulder before sighing again. And for awhile she was quiet, though her spine did arch a bit under Marisa's hand. This was better. Much better. Even though she was surrounded again and held fast, this was soft and warm and comforting, not cold and prickly and trying to hurt her.

Eventually, she stopped shivering. She would have drifted off to sleep but for the sharp ache in her wing]

There... Feeling a bit better now?

Mhm.

[She would ordinarily stretch her wings, but they hurt too much. One more than the other.]

Are my wings broken?

I think the one is. Here, let me take a look. It's gonna hurt, but I'll try to be as gentle as I can. Then I'll know what to do.

[She unwraps them and shifts to take a look at the wing, using the softest touch she can.]

[It did hurt a bit, uncurling her wing. It shouldn't, but it did and the sheer unnaturalness of that made it all the stranger. But Flandre only whimpered once this time, then was properly quiet.

The injured wing is on the right; the two outermost wing bones were the ones broken. The very ends of a finger, as it were; the inner rib was more flexible and had only fractured once and torqued painfully after, but the outermost edge had broken in two places, being much stiffer.

Wherever Marisa's fingers touched, the fuzzy surface of the wings prickled upwards, as if that tickled. It also felt a little warm--too much so.]

[Ouch. That all had to hurt. Marisa gently guided the wing down.]

Just leave it like this, honey. It's broken, so I need to set the bones and splint it so it'll heal properly. This means when I'm done, you won't be able to move the wing cause we need it to heal.

[Well, that's doable. Flandre didn't want to move it very much anyway.]

Will Marisa fix it?

I can't fix it, honey, but I'll make it so it can start fixing itself.

[She searches through the rubble for some small pieces of wood. Once she's found them, she gets out the masking tape from her bag.]

I'm sorry, Flandre, but this is going to hurt again. I need to move the bones back to where they belong.

[Flandre watches the proceedings with some curiosity, but deflates a bit when Marisa mentions that further pain would be involved.]

Again?

[Her head sinks against Marisa's shoulder again for a long moment.

...then she mumbles what sounds like an affirmative and turns away, squeezing her eyes shut. Maybe it wouldn't hurt so much if she wasn't looking...]

I'm sorry, but I can give you something to help with the pain afterward.

[It hurts Marisa's heart to cause pain to Flandre, but she has to set the bones. She's done this on birds back in the Magic Forest before, so she has an idea of what to do.

So she carefully sets the bones, places the pieces of wood along them and then taped it all in place to keep the bones in place. She used ample tape and then eased the wing down so it was tucked against Flandre's back properly. Then a long strip of cloth was tied around it and the vampire's torso to keep her from moving it.]

Okay... I'm done now.

[At first, Flandre could keep control of herself, grinding her teeth and clenching her hands into fists.

It was only when Marisa touched the outermost wing rib that a bolt of pain worse than before hit her, and she screamed and stiffened but--must not move. Must not. Must not. The vampire screamed again when she moved the other bone back into place. and then she only whimpered again, having broken out into a cold sweat and fit of panting.]

[There were tears slipping down Marisa's face by the time she was done. Those screams... She pulled Flandre to her chest and held her.]

I'm sorry, honey. I'm so sorry...

[Flandre was shaking now; it was a good thing Marisa was holding her, as she had gone mostly limp.

...but, eventually, this too passed. There was no new pain. The vampire stirred again, finally, and raised her head to look up at Marisa.]

Is it...going to hurt...anymore, Marisa?

[Her voice was piteous and quiet.]

[Marisa wipes her tears away and Flandre's.]

If you bump it against something or try to move it, it'll hurt. But I've got something that'll help with that.

[From her bag she pulls a bottle of water out and a little bottle with the word Aspirin written on it. She takes two pills and a drink of water, then holds two pills out for Flandre.]

Here... swallow these. They're magic, ze. It'll make it hurt less in a little bit.

[The little vampire closes her eyes when Marisa's hand brushes her face. When her hand had gone, her face was somewhat dry again. She sniffled a bit--then looked a bit dubiously at the...little white pebbles, with lines on them.

But Marisa ate them without something happening, so they should be safe, right?

She didn't trust her hands not to wobble too much, so she leaned forward to lift the funny pebbles off of Marisa's hand with her teeth. Flandre's fangs graze the skin a bit, but don't stick.

...she promptly frowns and wishes she hadn't, though. That didn't taste so nice.]

Here, honey, take a sip of water. It'll help with the taste.

[After some further--very careful--shifting about, Flandre manages to drink some water from the bottle without spilling too much on herself.

And it did help.

The vampire pillowed her head against Marisa again, eyes half-closed.]

...where's Remi, Marisa?

I don't know, honey. I've been trying to find Patchy, but keep getting lost.

...has Marisa found anyone? [Her voice is plaintive.]

What if they're squished, like I was?

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