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[adropofjupiter]

[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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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.

[there-were-none.livejournal.com]

[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...]

[adropofjupiter.livejournal.com]

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.

[there-were-none.livejournal.com]

[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.]

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[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...

[there-were-none.livejournal.com]

[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.]

[adropofjupiter.livejournal.com]

[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.

[there-were-none.livejournal.com]

[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.]

[adropofjupiter.livejournal.com]

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

[there-were-none.livejournal.com]

[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?

[adropofjupiter.livejournal.com]

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

[there-were-none.livejournal.com]

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

What if they're squished, like I was?

[adropofjupiter.livejournal.com]

My neighbor and I were together for a while and I found a few other people I know. Just no one I love until I found you.

[there-were-none.livejournal.com]

--oh. [That still made her feel a bit fuzzy and happy inside, despite the pain in her wings. Flandre's head stayed where it was, but the rest of her cuddled a bit closer to Marisa.]

[adropofjupiter.livejournal.com]

We'll rest for a bit and then get moving, okay?

[there-were-none.livejournal.com]

Okay, Marisa.

[Marisa was warm. And squishy enough to be a good pillow. Despite the fact that she hadn't physically done that much, she felt exhausted.

Her breathing evens out from that too-quick pace from before, and she's asleep in seconds.]

[adropofjupiter.livejournal.com]

[Marisa lets Flandre sleep for what seems about an hour to the witch. Then she's gently waking the vampire up.]

Wake up, Flandre.