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[hot_mess_express]

Who: Heroes
When: Day 36 night
Where: Back outside the train

[Well. You’re all in some kind of. State. A rather chagrined voice mutters on the wind;]

That isn’t quite how I envisioned it going…

[At any rate! There are new stars in the sky in ginger goldenrod, thyme apple and senna terracotta.

Well how are you all doing?]

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[bluediligence]

... [ And she only has the brain to focus on the first part, so - ]

Twilight ... thanks, Twilight.

[ She manages something that may, in the loosest sense of the term, be a smile. The trek will definitely be slow; Faito stumbles and sags frequently, her head hanging low, her breathing increasingly ragged. ]

[ Don't mind her mumbling something about dickpunching the wind ]

[survivaltricks]

[EVEN WHEN HE SAYS SPARK FOR SHORT. . . people default to Twilight. a huff, but he lets it be]

[despite the seriousness of their situation, her injury, and his own cravings that he's struggling to ignore, her mutterings do reach his ears!! and he can't help but huff a laugh, mouth twitching, a tiny bit of humor seeping into the situation]

Yeah, you know what? He'd deserve it.

[sorry Dusk]

[bluediligence]

[ It's not Dusk she wants to punch! ]

Seriously! [ Mutter, mumble, grumble. She drags her feet one step after the other, blindly trusting him to lead her in the right direction. ] Running such a … a stupid trial, h-honestly, it's … so stupid ...

Oughta run one ourselves, show 'em how it's done.

[survivaltricks]

[oh well. he is assuming it is, all the way up until she mentions trial running. and that's the moment he feels his stomach sink and his hackles raise. she can probably feel him tense against her, actually, his fingers flexing into the fabric of her shirt]

Oh. That asshole.

[his features twist into distaste]

Didn't even who himself, so we can't give him a piece of our minds.

[read: a dickpunch]

Someone really oughta show him how it's done.

[bluediligence]

[ A piece of their minds, right to where the sun doesn't shine. Hell yes. Grumbles in agreement! ]

That asshole. [ She recognises, however vaguely, that he's tense, and kind of … vaguely pats him, leaving a smear of blood on his shirt. ]

Let's do it. Let's show 'em. [ Readjusting her grip allows her to solemnly offer her pinky finger. ] You and me, Twilight.

[survivaltricks]

[aaand he stops in his tracks, right outside the ginger train car, and just. . . blinks at her pinky finger]

-- huh?

[THEY HAVEN'T KNOWN EACH OTHER FOR FIVE MINUTES AND SHE'S TRYING TO PINKY PROMISE HIM!!! don't worry he'll reciprocate in a second he just needs a moment to be]

[extremely confused]

Me?

[bond]

[bluediligence]

Yeah! You and me. Let's promise to run a trial together.

[ Her pinky remains extended, and her gaze is Expectant. Despite, you know, how puffy her cheeks are and the redness of her eyes, and the gross sheen of what's shaping up to be a nasty fever. ]

We'll set an example for that guy!

Re: [bond]

[survivaltricks]

[. . . cute. . . ?]

[stares at the extended pinky finger for a moment, before huffing a laugh and hooking his one with hers. BECAUSE WHY NOT]

You're pretty tough. The name Faito seems really apt.

[to make a pact like that with HIM while she is BLEEDING from a wound sustained by someone from HIS team, anyway]

[bluediligence]

[ yes, good, promises and FRIENDSHIP, this is much nicer to think about than — anything that's happened over the past few hours. ]

[ Her scowl fades into a smile. ]

Mm! That's me. Faito's gonna faito. [ Pinky clasp! ] 'm looking forward to working with you, Twilight.

[survivaltricks]

[FAITO'S GONNA FAITO. . . despite the tension that still sits on his shoulders, his exhaustion from the trial, and like. . . all of the bad shit that just happened? Twilight can't help but huff a laugh, even if it's a bit strained]

You make us sound like brand new business partners. This is you, by the way.

[gestures to Ginger's train car]

Care to open her up?

[bluediligence]

Do business partners usually pinky swear to seal the deal? [ If they don't, they should. ]

[ Clumsily fishes out her Chain, almost dropping it before she finally manages to get the door open. WELCOME TO GINGER it's very cozy. ]

Home sweet home ...

[survivaltricks]

No idea. Don't remember.

[as soon as she unlocks the door, Twilight makes sure he's the one who pushes it open. and when he steps inside. . .]

. . . huh.

It's way less— bright. Than Clover.

[brb guiding her to the nearest couch or smth]

[bluediligence]

Huh? [ Lifts her head, gazing foggily around the carriage. ] Yours is different-?

[ But she sinks gratefully onto the couch once they reach it, and kinda, slumps sideways like a ragdoll rather than even trying to stay vaguely upright. ]

[survivaltricks]

Mmm.

[once she's on the couch, Twilight crouches next to her, reaching for her injured arm]

Aesthetically, anyway. You need more rainbows to be on Clover's level.

[bluediligence]

I like Ginger's.

[ She doesn't fuss or try to hide her arm or anything, though she winces when he touches it. ]

Owwie. It's, it's cute, and soft. And we've got a hot spring.

[survivaltricks]

[shoots her an apologetic look, once again swallowing down the urge to bite himself as the tang of copper reaches his nose. be good, Twilight]

A hot spring? In the train car?

[a beat]

Doooo you happen to have bandages, too?

[or does he need to make a quick clinic run]

[bluediligence]

A hot spring! In a train car!

[ It's amazing. As for bandages ... ]

Uhm. Uhmmm ... I - don't know?

[survivaltricks]

[huffs a laugh]

Okay. Keep pressure on it. I'll be right back. Can you let me in when I knock?

[bluediligence]

[ SALUTES ]

[ clumsily ]

[ ... she pretty much just hit herself in the forehead with her metal hand ]

Ow ... [ She's laughing, though. ]

[survivaltricks]

[. . . OH NO. . . FAITO. . .]

[he huffs an amused noise, but he's trying not to laugh, because THIS IS A SERIOUS SITUATION???]

Tryyyy not to move too much until I get back.

[BRB TIME TO FETCH BANDAGES]

[bluediligence]

[ IS IT THO ]

[ IS IT REALLY ]

[survivaltricks]

[he's a lich and she has two new clockwork limbs YES IT IS??]

[and he's returning a few minutes later with bandages in tow, knocking on the door for her to let him in]

[. . .]

[which she'll have to move to do]

[. . .]

[he didn't think this through]

[bluediligence]

Just a minute!

[ ... thunk ]

[ thump ]

[ fwump, fwump ]

[ MISSION IMPOSSIBLE THEME PLAYS IN THE DISTANCE ... ]

[survivaltricks]

[. . . . . this was a bad idea]

Faito!

Are you okay?!

[bluediligence]

I'm fine-!

[ thUNK ]

[ ... and finally, the door opens, revealing Faito in a heap on the floor ]