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

[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...?

[mistlegacy]

[Rydia stares at the result of her work for a moment, still concerned.]

Both; you look as though you could use whatever you can get. I'm not skilled in setting bones, though. Let me take you to the clinic, alright? It'll be a quick trip, just like with the harvest.

[mikandelinquent]

[Mmmmrrr, her stomach twists just at the memory of that last teleport, but she's more than willing to accept whatever it dishes out at her, blood loss or no. She nods faintly, stubbornness set aside for the moment.]

... Sounds like a plan...

[mistlegacy]

[Rydia moves to help support Bellemere as best she can, then it's time to concentrate and warp to the clinic. At least she's used to doing this with people by now, so there's no chance of her magic backfiring.]

[mikandelinquent]

[Good, good. She warps in a little disoriented, but at least she's aware that this feeling is entirely normal, considering the last few times she'd done it. Besides, being dizzy before they even warped helped her out.]

... Phew...

[mistlegacy]

[Rydia takes a quick glance around to assess, then begins to help Bellemere over to the nearest bed.]

I'll get you settled, then go find someone, alright?

[mikandelinquent]

[Aaaah, bed, thank god. She lays down and keeps her arm propped, offering Rydia a grateful glance.]

Thanks a lot, Rydia; I guess I owe you one.

[mistlegacy]

[Rydia shrugs, smiling back.]

Just take it easy, Bellemere. I'll be back soon, with help.