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[devotedtothecore]

Who: Chrys, Apartment C residents, other passersby
When: Day 49, morning
Where: Apartment C
What:

[ so the guy who's been unconscious on Aerta's floor since yesterday afternoon is up and...... examining the backside of the fridge intently, though his face stills looks like the winner of the World's Worst Migraine award ]

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[devotedtothecore]

[ arms slumping to the floor.... Still laughing, vocal now, quiet but growing in volume. Sweat running down the side of his face in rivulets ]

...

Well... we're a lightdamned mess...

[followthewind]

[l-laughs, the sound not quiiiite all there]

This is what I get for huntin' with a damned emgineer.

[devotedtothecore]

Hunting? ...thought we were being hunted.

[ slowly picking up the bloody bone knife, holding it up in front of his own face ]

Knives were never my forte 'nyway... should 'pologize for that.

[followthewind]

I don't get hunted.

. . . didn't know you could use 'em in the first place.

[devotedtothecore]

...could have fooled me.

[ turning it, studying the edge dark with drying blood ]

Learned. While you were gone.

[followthewind]

. . .

Not somethin' you should have t'know.

[devotedtothecore]

...

[ doesn't reply, just lowers the knife to rest against the floor, face empty of expression. ]

[followthewind]

. . .

[swallows hard and pushes off the wall, then grabs Chrys' arm and hauls him up]

Let's go find someone to heal your dumbass up.

[devotedtothecore]

[ hauled up without resistance, though he leans back against the wall once he's upright.... shaking his arm loose of Raven's grip for a moment, wiping the knife against the leg of his pants in two slow swipes. And tucking it back into his jacket ]

[followthewind]

[let's him, his expression unreadable. Grabbing his arm and hauling it over his shoulders again]

C'mon.

[devotedtothecore]

[ follows this time... stumbling along on his own weight as much as possible ]