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5th Mikan [Voice//Action]

[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]]

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[So instead, she unfurls the blanket with a snap and takes a deep, shuddery breath. Priorities.]

Bastards. [Anger makes her moves sharper than they should be, but she still takes as much care as possible when she settles that blanket over Bellemere's shoulders.] I'm sorry, Bellemere-san.

[Mmm. She reads Nami's face silently, before she manages a small, tired smile.]

What's the sorry for? You don't have any reason to apologize to me, Nami.

[a wince, but with some humor--]

Could use a smoke, though.

[Nicotine cravings, nice to meet you again.]

Being sorry you had to go through something isn't the same as apologising. [She might be a little curt, but she's worried okay. And stressed. And ...actually okay, there's also this little pit of anger in her stomach just nicely simmering along now. Her lips thin, and then she shakes her head, following up more softly.] You can have all the cigarettes you want once you get home. If we can't find yours, we'll just steal Sanji-kun's.

[Like he'd mind.]

C'mon. Biri can take you home. I'll walk him. It'll be easier.

[... Haaa. Oh Nami. She knows you deserve that sort of anger. After all, their captors are still awful; the other has a right to be pissed, finding someone they care about all battered and beat up.

She puts her hand out, ready to try to get to her feet.]

Alrighty... I like that plan. Wasn't much hoping to walk much more today, anyway.

[Nami pulls Bellemere to her feet, bracing her with her other arm if she needs it. Biri doesn't seem to need any coaxing; he pads forward with his head down, making a small uncertain sound. He knows when not to act like a flailing idiot.

Nami'll give Bellemere a hand up without another word.]

[She scoots up onto the bird, masking a heavy flinch at the pain in her arm when she touches the creature's feathery back; she doesn't want to admit it, but her vision is dipping in and out, probably thanks to the soft-edged blood marks she's leaving on Biri's feathers.

Ugh.]

Thanks, Biri. That's a good bird, now...

[Nami pats Biri the once and starts leading him home; the ride is reasonably gentle, at least. Bellemere's mangled arm gets one more look, and then Nami's lips thin and she looks away.]

I'll call Chopper. You won't have to deal with it for long.

... Worrywart...

[But there's nothing behind that, other than trying to be lighthearted.]

Chopper...? Aah, the doctor one, right?

[Sorry Nami, I was kind of. MIA for that kid returning. :|;;]

Yeah, Chopper. [Scuse her, just gonna start another mini-thread in your post okay. Pulling out her journal.] He can set it for you, and then maybe we can heal it up between us.

[And she's gonna just...talk to Chopper now. 8| She'll only be a minute before Bellemere gets her full attention back.]

[It'll be a minute or two before Chopper realizes that someone's hailing him over his journal, but when he does, the response is prompt; even more so when he sees who it is.]

Nami? Do you need something?

Bellemere-san's back from her kidnapping, Chopper. [Subdued and straight to the point. Sorry, Chopper. ;;] Her arm is a mess. She'll need your help.

[...Bellemere. He knows the name, and the history, but the memories themselves are a little foggy. Not that it matters, really.]

All right. Where are you? Are you coming back, or should I come get you? [Now that he's looking for it, Biri's absence has been noticed.]

We're on our way back slowly now. [She's tempted to tell Chopper to come out here now, fix things now, but she already knows that arm will take a lot of expert care that can't really be done in the middle of a forest.] Probably be another ten or fifteen minutes. We'll come to you.

...though she might need help getting up the stairs.

[Conscious is one thing, fading out is another. She's watching you, Bellemere. :|]

Okay. [Those stairs, though...]

If you're riding Biri, you can land on the roof instead. It'd probably be easier to carry her down than up.

...all right. [It'll be a jolt, but it'll be one jolt as opposed to twenty of the damn things.] I'll be home soon, Chopper. Thanks.

[a nod.] I'll prep the med bay and meet you on the roof.

[And with that, he shuts the journal.]

Edited 2012-01-30 00:18 (UTC)

[It's okay, Bellemere's managing to cling to consciousness while she's here, if only by extreme stubbornness. She's tired and bruised and bleeding, but... like that's ever stopped her from staying awake before. Maybe you're just really good at keeping her focus off injuries, judging from what usually happens when she's hurt around you.

She just pets Biri with her good hand as she sits there. No pain, no gain, they say. What a load of bullshit. ~_~]

[It'd almost be better if you did pass out, you know. The women in this family are stubborn, huh?]

Is it... is it just the arm? Are you hurt badly anywhere else?

Not that I can feel. Just been through the mill a little. [V_V Just a little. Stubborn indeed.] My head sure is killing me, though.

S'alright, we'll just chop it off and you won't feel a thing. [It's a try and fail at deadpan humour, mama. Don't hold it against her, but she's kinda taking those arm injuries personally.]

We've got two options for getting home. I can walk you back, which will be a lot gentler, or ...I could fly you, which would be a lot faster. It's up to you.

Honestly? ...I can handle a bumpy ride. [She manages a scoff, patting Biri.] Let's... see how this guy flies.

[Before I start gnawing this arm off myself. :|]

All right. Hold still, I'm just gonna climb up behind you. [And maybe sort of wrap an arm around you in case of sudden loss of balance, which she suspects may be an issue. Doiiing so now.] Let me know when you're ready.

Born ready. [she manages, breathing a shaky breath.

She can definitely do this. This is nothing.]

All right.

[Her voice is soft. It feels strange, doing this for Bellemere. But at least she's old enough that this time, she can help. Nami reaches down to bury her hands in Biri's feathers, locked around Bellemere, holding on.]

Gently, Biri.

[And they're off. And careful or no, that's probably a pretty dizzying experience.]

[Hang in there, hang in there--

S'not like she's lost a lot of blood or something...]

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