5th Mikan [Voice//Action]

[mikandelinquent]

 [Hnngh.

Bellemere wakes up in a dress, for one thing. For another, she's leaned up against a tree on the outskirts of town, bleary and tired and she's thinking injured—her hypothesis is correct when she goes to move and her legs buckle: instead of her arm catching her, it gives out from the pain coursing up and down it. It's only then she realizes, lying there, that her arm is eerily injured like it had before she died.

Not a coincidence, she's guessing.

The rest of her isn't exactly in the best shape either; needle marks and abandoned cuts from struggling back and forth from her cell... 

Not important. She pats the area for her journal, catching it with her good hand. When she speaks, she strengthens her voice as best she can. No reason to give into the drugs making her legs feel heavy.]

[Voice]

Sorry I was gone—but I'm on my way back now. I'll be home in no time. 

[She shifts, grunting as she goes to walk.]

It's been a good amount of time, right? Don't tell me there were any crappy shifts since then...

[She forces herself to her feet, gritting her teeth, pissed off more than anything. There's a figure moving from the forest through town, toward the Strawhat house, bloody and fueled by stubbornness, if anything. She just. Wants a smoke. And a place to lay, maybe something for this arm dangling uselessly at her side.]

[[ooc: breaking time isn't too big a deal! Replies might be a bit slow at first XD]]

Comments

[mikangirl]

[She's been waiting so long she nearly drops the book when she hears that familiar voice, and Nami jumps down from the roof and refrains from doing what she really wants to do, which is... possibly very along the lines of her reaction when your arm last got hurt like that. Instead, she swallows all desire to go running to Bellemere like a big baby and instead just asks the pertinent question:]

Are you hurt?

[mikandelinquent]

[Ugh, that's an easy question. But it sucks to answer. She's already on her feet, faced with the effort of motion.]

Mn... a little. I've been worse.

What... day is it?

[mikangirl]

Tuesday. Bellemere-san--

[...]

Please sit down. I'll come find you.

[mikandelinquent]

[She sighs at that.]

I'm already walking, y'know; I can stop now that I've got a little momentum.

How about... I meet you halfway...?

[Your mother is very stubborn, child.]

[mistlegacy]

[Rydia's wandering around, checking for New Feathers. It isn't long before she spots a familiar face leaned against a tree nearby.]

Bellemere?!?

[Cue rushing over asap.]

[mikandelinquent]

[Nngh. She turns faintly to the sound, her broken arm hanging limply at her side. Not doing too hot here, Rydia.]

... H-hey.

[That's all she's got, right now. :|]

[mistlegacy]

Oh, no....

[Rydia winces upon seeing that arm. She crouches down by her, concentrating on sending some healing magic her way; filial magic, good old-fashioned Cure, whatever helps the most.]

[mikandelinquent]

[She smiles faintly, trying to keep her arm straight; it can't cure the broken bone, but... it's helping the jagged wounds on the limb, at any rate.] Filial magic, or... from your world? Your magic, from before...?

Video response

[deathbeforedishonor]

Bellemere... [He had told Nami he would remain vigilant for any sign of her - and, of course, he had done so not only out of the simple intention to keep his word. Detecting pain and exhaustion in her voice, his question is as much an offer of aid as it was an inquiry into how she were faring, physically and emotionally.] Are you alright?

Video

[mikandelinquent]

[Aaaah, hey, whaddya' know. She manages a small grin at that.]

Not very good, but I'm not keeling over anytime soon...

How long've I...?

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[deathbeforedishonor]

Approximately two weeks. [He will not impose his help on her - he would have appreciated the same, were he in a similar situation - but instead, he will offer her a probing look meant to encourage her to speak up if she did in fact need a hand and wasn't sure how to ask.]

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[mikandelinquent]

Ff.... two weeks; I'm not surprised, it felt like two weeks.

[Here's a nice tree for her to collapse backward against, energy spent moving even just a small ways. She catches that look, and offers a more confident, humored tone.]

Don't worry. I'm alright. I used to be a marine, after all. Just gonna take a while to get this damn arm on the mend...

[sigh]

Here I thought I was gonna be able to avoid it, since I arrived here clean..

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[frost_jewel]

[Through town, you say? Then she's almost certain to run into Mia - because even if they pass on the road at a distance, once she sees the way Bellemere is walking, there will be no stopping her coming over to help.

Sort of without asking. She'll just be there, holding out both hands for support and looking concerned.]

Ma'am?

[action]

[mikandelinquent]

[She staggers into the grip, giving the other a surprised glance. She'd been so focused on getting home, she supposes she hadn't noticed the other person...]

Sorry—thanks for the hand...

[action]

[frost_jewel]

Of course. [Mia has a surprisingly strong grip, given her general size. Bellemere's in good hands.] But your arm...you were with the Malnosso, weren't you?

[No need to answer. It's obvious.] Will you allow me to help you?

[action]

[mikandelinquent]

Wouldn't mind a little help—[She winces, but grins a moment after] Yeah, those guys. It gets... pretty obvious after a while here, doesn't it?

[Action]

[fallenambitions]

[The path to the Straw House meant she'd be passing through the north part of town at some point. He was crossing one of the bridges when he noticed someone coming out of the forest. Could be just another New Feather, but...he takes a better at the person in question.

They had injuries all over them. And then he realizes this was someone he knew. Quickly, he moves to her side and inspect the damage. Why is she even walking while like this!?]

You-...do you need some help?

[Action]

[mikandelinquent]

Alexei...

[She winces, shaking her head breathlessly as she shifts against the nearest tree.]

Not—that bad—

Just needs a little R&R.

[FFFF--this smarts like a bitch, though, lemme just say.]

[Action]

[fallenambitions]

[...Yea you're not going to convince anyone anytime soon. He can't exactly do anything for the more serious injuries, but he can atleast use his healing arte on the more minor cuts, which he'll do now. There might be a slight chill feeling to the arte]

Your arm, what were they trying to do with you? [...she probably couldn't recall.]

You sure you don't need to go by the clinic at least?

[Action]

[mikandelinquent]

[She hisses under her breath, but lets him work his magic; after all, she can feel it working already. It's one thing to count on.]

... Hate hospital-type places...

[A grin, as she uses his shoulder to keep herself upright and balanced, flushed with a light fever.]

I'm not sure what they were even testing, since my memory's pretty fuzzy. Could be they just wanted to see how bones break. [--oh] Or maybe they were messing with time.

[Voice]

[mythmaker]

[When Azusa's voice comes through, it should be immediately clear that's a bit frazzled to hear from her. When the idol says her name, it's with familiarity as well...though only because she's been talking to Nami.]

Bellemere-san! You aren't hurt too badly, are you?

[Voice]

[mikandelinquent]

[she blinks groggily; can't place that face, but...]

I've been worse. Are you—

a friend of Nami's, maybe?

[She wouldn't be surprised if Nami had let people know about her MIA mom, after all.]

[Voice] 1/2

[mythmaker]

Yes, I am! Azusa Miura.

[...wait, let it dawn on her that now isn't the time to be introducing herself.]

[Voice]

[mythmaker]

[...It's coming in 3, 2...]

Ah...wait, so you're not badly injured? I've been trying to help Nami keep an eye out for you.

[Voice]

[mikandelinquent]

Azusa. Nice t'meet you.

[To play it off or not to play it off.... hmmm....

Let's go for something in-between.]

Nothing too serious. They got my arm pretty good, but it's not that bad. It's good to hear I've had eyes watching for my return, though; thanks a lot.