A Little Help Here [INV] Feb 18, 2017 8:48:29 GMT
Post by hidane1 on Feb 18, 2017 8:48:29 GMT
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TSUBAKIDIA PARK, KARAKURA TOWN
The Shinigami’s groans were starting to get on Hidane’s nerves. How much had he put his neck out for this guy, and he couldn’t just keep his mouth shut while waiting? Granted, he was a bit detached from the situation; he couldn’t even remember the last time he’d been inflicted with an injury of that scale, let alone actually had to deal with the pain of it thanks to his Hollow powers. But seriously, how green was this current generation of Shinigami? Perched atop a fairly large statue at the local park, the black-haired Visored glanced down at the bench that he had placed the injured Shinigami on, laid across it with an arm covering the large gash between two of his ribs. He had long since lost the one healing Kido spell he had, and he wasn’t exactly well-versed in basic first aid, it having been his worst subject in the Shinigami Academy. He was good at taking enemies apart… not so much putting allies back together.
“Relax, you made the call,” he said, his both somehow both sympathetic and distant, “I’m sure someone will be along shortly. Be glad I’m putting my neck out as much as I am; who knows what kind of trouble you could end up causing me.”
It had only been an hour earlier that he’d encountered the Shinigami, attempting to fight off a particularly large Hollow in a busy intersection deeper towards the center of town. He’d watched for a few minutes, hoping the Shinigami would prove capable and take it out on his own, but it became clear that if he let it keep going things would only get worse for the unsuspecting bystanders, especially when the Hollow sunk a huge claw into the Shinigami’s side and nearly split the young man in two. Leaping into action, Hidane quickly felled the beast and moved the Shinigami to a safer location, even doing so much as assisting him in placing a call in on his Denreishinki for a medic.
And now, he was just hanging around, waiting for aid to come. For a Shinigami. Aid that was just as likely to think he was an enemy and attack, though the smarter sort would both see that that wasn’t the case- yet- and that it would be a stupid idea, given that the aid was likely to be just as green as the Shinigami below him.
“Hang in there. I don’t need an unnecessary death on my hands, got it?”