Nightshift 38: Recreational Field

[windstwilight.livejournal.com]

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She almost wished that she hadn't went last night. Because standing in this field again, in the same place she had been when she felt Hitsugaya die, was surreal. There was no one out here this time--no people, no kids, no mourning Shinigami, no virgin-eating birds. Just the chilly wind. She wrapped her arms around herself, shifting her flashlight and spear.

Senna moved close next to the buliding, hiding in the shadows and peering upwards. No birds so far. Maybe they'd be lucky. That guy better not show her up. Though she had to admit, wearing her Shinigami uniform was a lot warmer than the stupid outfit they gave everybody. And at least there was no more damn smiley face staring at her.

[Waiting for Reid down here.]

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[himetsuru.livejournal.com]

Shit.

She felt the blow hit ribs instead of lower, stopping her follow through.

Fuck, fuck, fuck.

The ice attack was thrown haphazardly at the hunter, a desperation move, and Falis dropped to the ground, sliding along it to let the icy waves pass over her. She wasn't perfect, though, and the ice wave caught her already iced shoulder again and barely touched her left cheek. Pain flared before it quickly dropped into an icy numbness. Falis didn't care, though, she was more worried about Ami than herself.

"Fuck," she ground out, wincing as her cheek protested her speaking. Driving her sword into the ground to stop her momentum, Falis was up on her feet. She was immediately at Ami's side, sword put into the sash at her waist, and she knelt down to examine her friend.

"Ami," she called to the girl, not that she was expecting her to respond. The girl was out and Falis felt like shit for what she'd done. It had to be done, her experience showing her that anything short of knocking out a controlled patient was useless, but that didn't make her feel any better. Her hand moved across Ami's abdomen, searching for the damage, finding the broken ribs.

"Fuck," she growled out, her eyes closing briefly as she tried to calm herself down. It wasn't life threatening by any means, but still... she hadn't tried to hurt Ami like this. She'd just been trying to knock her out without hitting her in the head. Damn ice fucking up her shoulder, making her have to strike with one hand instead of two, reducing her control of her blade in half. She fucking hated magic.

"She'll be in pain tomorrow, but she'll be okay," Falis stated, her voice quiet as she put a hand to Ami's cheek. "I hope she forgives me."

[ol-canucklehead.livejournal.com]

"As long as she's ok." He growled, giving Ami the once-over. She did look pretty good in that outfit, the animal noticed. He shook his head quickly. She was just a kid; such thoughts were highly inappropriate.

The pen may have gone unnoticed by Falis, but his senses didn't miss a trick. Moving swiftly, without ceremony, he swept it up into his right hand. "This looks important." He began. "Remin' me ta ask her abou' it tomorra. Fer now, le's jus' ge' her somewhere safe."

[himetsuru.livejournal.com]

Falis glanced over at the man as he picked up something that looked like it might have been Ami's power item. That wasn't helping the whole witch thing, since they usually had shit like that.

"Yeah," Falis said, scooping Ami up into her arms with a groan of pain. Damn shoulder and damn leg and damn... magic. "I'll get her back to the women's block." She started toward the building with a pronounced limp as the ice around them started to thaw. "Catch you around, old man."