Retreat, repeat. [CLOSED]

Instead of meeting the side mirror of a car, she was met with a softer alternative, a Human body. She felt the sudden impact, but then another lift, as the two of them lurched even further, before the sudden impact. She could still find blood, though, even if the man had been saved, the entire crisis averted, she could still feel it. The Human's half-lingering breath, the blood that lined the side of her neck, where her height had granted her the place of his head. Gross was the only thought that came to mind, she should've been more grateful, maybe even - if the guy wasn't half way to dead, anyway - offered him out. But she never would, that thought caused her stomach to twist into more of a painful knot then the rising bruise along her left side, that left welts and purples as it claimed everything from her armpit to her knee.

Adjusting, momentarily, her breath caught in the back of her throat. She was leaning into a guy that was - certainly - half dead, but infront of her, there he was. Huh. Certainly it was nothing new, those robed men had come from hell and back to certainly do weirder things, but from a half-glance she could hardly believe they came from Humans. She'd never seen them come from Humans, anyway, only freakishly-realistic doll bodies that were robbed of the intricacies of the Human body. In less words then those, she lifted a skirt of one of the carbon bodies once to see if it had privates.

It didn't, if you were wondering.

Adjusting, half-heartedly, she could see the onlookers. They rushed around, calling on phones, ambulances no doubt already blaring down a street-corner to handle what would be tossed off as a pipe explosion or something. It might be easy to clean up for them, but in this case, with the guy behind her-, it'd be less so. She didn't feel like she really wanted to get hooked into all of this. This would involve the news, people talking to her, people asking her questions, bothering her, getting in her personal space-, like this guy was.

Ha-eun just couldn't do that today, or tomorrow. Or ever again. Ha-eun's feet pressed out as she wrenched herself from the man, but only made it around a foot and a half before her left side gave out like a beaten horse. The kick had done more then she had thought, for certain, leaving her with what was a wound she probably should get checked out, as with anything, it felt nearly broken, or at the very least in shape that she shouldn't be leaning on that side of her body. Even still, with half of her body not working - barring the arm, of course - she struggled to her feet and made it around two steps this time, before the pain in her leg burned hot enough to make her joints tighten and to crumple again.

What a joke. She could barely get up, let alone make it a foot. The guy, by this time, had already gotten rid of the Hollow and had returned to his body just moments before she had collapsed again. She saw it-, too, him returning to his body quick enough that her eyes could only trace the edges of his form. Not the first time she had seen any of this, so she was left unamused and unsurprised, and that showed, blankly, on her face, which didn't even give off the perplexing notion of pain or fear. This was nothing new to her, the pain, the everything. Sure, she'd be dead if not for the man, but she could barely look at him without feeling the urge to vomit. He had been so close in her space, her stomach was in figure-eight knots at this point and she had turned a blank pale. She wasn't embarrassed, she wasn't anything close to flustered, she was anxious and upset, bordering on panicking. She was disgusted with the other person and herself.

It only dawned on her, moments into such thought, that she was hardly thinking about the damage done to her. The pain came back and ceased her right side-, by her account atleast one broken rib if not more, her knee felt certainly out of place and her ankle was probably beaten a new type of pain. It burned in the same way it might burn if you applied your hand to a hotplate for several minutes, and it was no doubt thrashed with roadburn and bruising from the original kick. She could've probably avoided some wounds, too, like the several lines of red that ran up her back and bled out in the public view, dripping down as she had opened wounds that would have remained red incisions. She had been rash, but she couldn't handle it-, none of this. She would have people looking at her, she'd be on the news-, without question.

For once, Ha-eun, the stoic, cold, angry woman, looked fucking petrified.

He spoke to her. Shit. Her breath caught in the back of her throat as she heard his voice, anxiety rising up in the form of goosebumps along the back of her neck. As much as his interest in her well-being was appreciated- or unappreciated, in this case-, his talking to her was doing him no good in the area of keeping her here. It wouldn't have been the first time nor the last time her phobia of Human conversation and fear of ridicule would send her on edge, but it would be on of the first times she saw an applicable way out, a way to cheat the system.

All it required was for her to speak up. Easier said then done, as in the same way one can claim that Mount Everest is naught but an anthill but still never climb it. Ha-eun urged her voice out but only got a half-hearted grunt of pain, wheezing as she could feel the wind rattling against her broken ribs. Ow, okay, not only did it hurt to speak mentally, but it also hurt to speak physically now. Peachy, as peach as frozen peaches, if one might say.

Still, she had to say something. If she was to remain like this, she'd be caught up in the flurry of bullshit that would entail this entire debacle. She'd be looked at in classes, taunted, teased, whatever. She couldn't even begin to touch on the surface of how terrifying it all was to her, as it made her anxiety spike and her stomach to painfully clench around her ribs.

Deep breaths, Ha-eun. She reassured herself she could get away in this event, to pull away from this situation would be nothing short of a miracle-, and speaking of, here it was. "Wh-What's a miracle is h-h-how you can-.. You can swing su-such an u-ugly, sw-sword, an ugly sword a-around." First hurdle over, next hurdle was oncoming, and she needed some more emphasis then a shaky voice that gave about as much confidence as a bloated duck might give a Coyote a diet. "G-get me ... Get me out of, of here, a-and maybe I-I, uhm, wont yell, ab-about all of this, and s-say you did, you di-did it. 'K-kay?"

The moment his fingers brushed against the tips of her shoulders she went pale. A cold sweat broke out down the back of her neck and the fringes of her vision went black with an ominous, teeth-clenching anxiety that crept out from the back of her head. Clench her teeth? the phrase was not new to her, but with the proximity to another person it clenched around her throat like a noose, her stomach feeling much as if it was floating. This entire situation was just awful, everything, everything. It almost as painful as last time, and she could feel the cold fingertips of memories brace against the scars along the dip of her chin, and wrap painfully around the bony knuckles that had been lined with years and years of martial exercise.

Then, against all odds, they were gone. Her floaty stomach launched up into her throat and she felt the twisting, chin-clenching nausea rush over her head. The tips of her eyesight went from blurred black to pure white, and the moment the motion ended, everything came back up. She hadn't eaten anything in half a day, so there wasn't much, but in such a holding position and in such a condition, what was in there just left her mouth and ran down his back uncharitably. The knot in her stomach released and she felt the filthy taste of bile crawl up from the back of her neck, her tongue twisting painfully into a half-circle to try to avoid it, without much avail.

She might've, at one point, considered herself pretty resolved, that her trauma had vanished with her crippling anxiety, that she just didn't prefer to talk to people. But it was all a lie, in honesty, and it was clear in this situation. Even so much as being braced behind made her want to puke, and with sudden events happening, she did-, all down a person's back. Nothing could stop her now, her body just ached in fear and anxiety, visibly twisting as she relived past moments of intense fear and anxiety. She started to sob, unable to contain the immeasurable feeling that tightened around her chest and made her heart race. She was afraid, afraid of things repeating, and she was in pain, no matter how much her steely attitude might mistake it for something else. Following a few seconds of hiccups and cries of twisting fear, she spoke, repeating "sorry" as quickly as she could, trying to pry herself from him with what was not much more then feeble, half-bothered hits that hardly resembled anything she had done in the gym, instead much more on the level of a kid then a trained athlete. It didn't seem like she was apologizing for puking, however, in that she hadn't really noticed it yet and was just trying to retain some distance, her mind working in unison to try to get out of a situation that had caused her nerves to go off edge and drive her to tears.

The ground gave her stability. It had substance, it did not restrict her, and did not grab her. Yet, the damp and hard concrete offered no praise or condolences, as it was, just that, concrete.

She was thinking too much into things again.

Ha-eun's mind twisted painfully around the situation, a hand clutching at her side as reminders of what took part bubbled up from the back of her head. She had been hit? Yeah, then taken-, was he going to hurt her? She wasn't sure. What had she said? Did she beg him? Or had she hurt him? Ha-eun's eyes flicked up to Raiden's, noticing as he tossed the vest, the foul stench of bile coming back, her mouth momentarily inflating as she bit back a gag. Shit. What had she said? Did she say something? She had been lost in those past few moments, so distraught-, she had been in pain, a bitter pain that was vaguely similar to the one before, and then she had been grabbed. She had lost herself again, in a moment of pain and fear she had managed to freak the fuck out again.

God dammit. Ha-eun's eyes levelled towards Raiden's shoes as she took in a shaky, rattling breath, biting back a wince as her ribs reignited with pain. One was threatening to poke through against her waist and she could feel it get higher and higher with each breath. Whatever had hit her had hit her hard, hard enough to do damage like this. Not that it mattered, much, she'd find a way to get it healed quickly-, maybe she'd just heal it on her own. Who knows.

Coming back to the present, Ha-eun's breathing dipped into the shallow and she managed to muster up the consciousness to give reply. "You reminded me of someone." Ha-eun spoke, for the first time since she had met Raiden, without a stutter, surprisingly enough. "You grabbed me and got involved unnecessarily. You reminded me of my Hyung(*) and I had a breakdown because of that." Why was she even indulging this person infront of her? Maybe it was because he was, just that, a person. Hopefully without ties to her private life, anyway. "I can't help you in any way shape or form. I don't even think I can muster the energy to use my Fullbring, I'm afraid." The latter of that sentence was more then just an add-on. "If you-, if you want to hurt me now, it's your best shot. I can't im... Imagine that you're too happy, -- excited, or happy, with getting puked on. I wont resist, do whatever-, I suppose I deserve it for how I acted, right?"

(*Hyung means elder in Korean. It's generally used in reference to someone's senior (i.e; your friend who's in grade 11 when you're in grade 10.)

"Hyung, uhm." Ha-eun paused for a moment, trying to put a description for a word she had never really thought about. "I guess my elder? By a few years. My senior, the person I looked to for guidance. At one point he was even my boyfriend." There was a dour pause following it, fingers curling into balls that split open her palm. Why she was saying things her therapist had only managed to get out of her within fifteen months to a random stranger was ... Totally beyond her. Then again, the situation was much less normal then Ha-eun might want to consider.

Why would he want to hurt her? Huh. That was a good question, it sort of felt like a rhetorical question, and without thinking, Ha-eun spoke up. "Why wouldn't you?" It was a flat, blunt response that was followed by a cock of the head. It was entirely honest, and the dead, dismissed look in the pit of her eyes more then told the same tale. "You went out of your way for what reason? You could've just killed and left. You listened to me, I puked on you. I'm even treating you unfairly now. What do you want?" Ha-eun's tone had dipped into something of a nasty, distant one. "I can't imagine you're much interested in praise, are you? My Hyung did the same, he saved me - like you did. Not with the monsters, but with a gang. I was half my size and half my weight-, I was four years younger then him, and he still wanted something in return too, y'know?" Shit, Ha-eun had lost herself somewhat. Things that she had done diligence in keeping underneath the floorboards dripped up like pus from an infected wound. Ha-eun made a brazen cutting motion along her midsection, something of a metaphor he no doubt had no grasp over-, but nevertheless. "I can't imagine someone who risked their life instead of staging a fake fight would want anything less then he did." Ha-eun couldn't stop herself now, even if she wanted to, these words had been bitterly held back, this obnoxious feeling around other men and women, she had to look it in the mouth at this point.

She puked again.

That was a mental outburst that she was not clammy with. Her stomach had rot from the taste of the bile in her mouth and while she had been ranting and seeming something of angsty person, she had forgotten she was still feeling horribly nauseated. The anxiety had spiked everything back up and it all came out over the concrete, tinges of red mixed in with the bile. Ha-eun didn't bother to notice the red, stumbling to her feet as spikes of pain ran up her leg, her ankle holding out - for now - but inducing some type of twisting, aching pain that she could only barely ignore. "Tell me what you want, already." Ha-eun managed out, gripping at her side as purples had taken over most of the open skin on that side, leaving welts and large, heavy bruises. "It's not like it's anything new. Nobody does this for no reason, right?"

The shock was starting to wear off. Everything about this scenario had been a bit too quick for Ha-eun and she had fallen back on old memories and habits to manage through it. At this point, things had slowed down to a crawl and she was starting to catch up to the moment. Close. The shrill thought of somebody touching her as she let out uncomfortable gags and twists was less then a pleasing thought, but her grit fingers made no motion to get rid of his touch. She had said too much to remain comfortable with how this all was, and the bitter sting of what she might have done to him if not for puking - if not for her ribs, even, cut a bit deeper then the rib trying to push it's way through her side.

Her gagging and puking stopped after a few minutes, leaving her to clutch at her side and stomach. Nothing about this scenario was normal, or good, in any event. Even if she had avoided nigh impossible odds and had ended up here, she was still uncannily uncomfortable, forced to stare at what is unquestionably a sour situation for anyone with half a mind to think about what they could do. She could have let herself go and stepped off the roof, she could've done so many things to hurt another person. But she didn't, because she was caught up in the moment. She wasn't strong enough, not close to strong enough at all, to not get caught up in the moment, or survive it.

But she did, she survived. Broken ribs and ankle aside, she survived. The "Substitute Shinigami" that looked over her much was alive too. Everything is fine. Or it would be, if she hadn't essentially explained her dour past to him in the same way dark poetry is written. Ha-eun's palms became sweaty and her face became pale and pasty. "God dammit." The words slipped carelessly out of her mouth before she could catch them, and the bags underneath each eye caused a type of heavy, disappointed look to appear less then stoic. "I'm a bit of a basket case, aren't I?" She had to take responsibility for her actions. There was no running away from this, not with her leg, anyway. "I'm... Ha-eun, if it matters any. First name, formally. You can call me Yeong if you're not comfortable with first names, though. Thank you for saving me, and sorry about the freak out. I-... I'm not good with people, as you might imagine, and especially not with men. I had hoped to get away before the cops showed up and put me on television. I have a history with the media I'd rather not think about, and... I used you, to get away. You're in pain, right? You look like you got hit by a car." She was speaking frankly and in a slight monotone, but tone aside, she appeared to be trying to be friendly. After that cluster fuck, you could imagine she needed to.

After-all, this was the top of the building with no roof exit and the only way down was a shaggy, half-dead Human who occasionally got an ugly sword and a robe.

Fullbringer or not. Ha-eun hadn't ever really knew what she was to begin with, honestly. Her manifestation of her Fullbring had happened in Korea and there wasn't a word over there for it. There was here, though, which had left her with something to name herself. Even still, she didn't know half of the vocabulary around this thing. She didn't even know what he was, aside from what he told her. For all she knew, he could be some type of deranged monster who had netted her in. It didn't very much seem that way, but morality between spiritual beings never had been a really clear thing.

Both of them were in bad condition, but he seemed marginally stronger then her, whether or not he ditched his body. That was the thing, even if she was durable she could only be so durable. She had to keep her ribs inside of her body, though, so with a shaking sigh, she clutched at her necklace, running her worn fingers against it. "Don't panic. I need to keep myself in one piece, so I'm going to activate it." Ha-eun never really bothered to tell the truth to people, but with a momentary pause, she glanced at the man infront of her. "Don't think too much about the appearance, I don't like it either." Ha-eun quickly added in, before resting the metal feather inbetween her teeth, gritting painfully down against it.

She had to concentrate, to call out the energy that rested deep in the back of her stomach, the energy to change and manifest-, something that did not come easily to her. But it always came, like it did now, it always rose up like a chemical reaction and made her want to puke. Her entire body began to just radiate, spilling hollow-like energy out against the concrete roof. It upturned litter and the birds nearby quickly took off, avoiding waves of foul, black energy that twisted up and out of her mouth and eyes. Within moments, if not seconds of the energy spilling, she was concealed, a long blanket of black energy twisting up and around her, concealing her body, and more prominently, a pure-white hollow-like beak mask rested on her face, concealing her eyes in a haze of black and reaching around to the nape of her neck. The cloak, which might have originally only rested against her in it's almost phantasmal form, quickly twisted in, wrapping close around her stomach and cinching the ribs painfully back, Ha-eun still bitterly grinding her teeth, threatening to break her molars. The cloak worked something close to magic, and with several painful pops, shoved what ribs weren't broken back into place by clenching around her stomach like a corset.

It took her roughly ten seconds for her to run out of energy. Thankfully, it had taken around four seconds of excruciating, white-hot pain to push the ribs back into place, but she had not been made aware of how tired she was. It barely lasted long enough to retract from her ribs as she commanded, and the moment that the mask uplifted from her mouth she turned quickly and puked again. The exertion to push the ribs back into place - and not to even speak of the two ribs that were outright broken into several pieces - had left her dizzy and jaunted, and with her focusing on something, the moment it was gone, the rush of sudden pain and discomfort had caused her to gag and try to puke. This time around, nothing came out, probably because there was nothing at this point, but spit and saliva still left her mouth and painted the ground, a bit more red resting in the drops of saliva this time around.

Afterwards, she slumped into a more casual, half-laying position. Where did she live? She couldn't be bothered to go back, even if she wanted to tell him. "It's a bit more complicated then that. My home isn't really my own, and if I stumble in like this I'll have to explain to my headmaster. I came from Korea on a scholarship, to 'start fresh'. I don't really have a place to go at the moment, or at the very least, one that wont end up with me shipped back to my parent's home." Ha-eun's voice came out rattled and clearly tired, her limbs drooping some as she rested fingers against the once-again flat side, trying to contain the pain from the welts and clear bruises that she had inflicted on herself, along with the bruises from the Hollow. "I can't really go to a hospital either. That raises more questions and I don't even have my Student Visa on me, or even money to pay for medical help." Ha-eun's voice had become a bit bitter, and she rummaged a hand against her pocket, pressing a thumb into a few Yen coins. "If you have a place I can bunk at, that would be swell. I need to get back to the dorm before a week passes, but I can call in and explain I'm at a friends if it's necessary. I'll miss some time, but it can't be helped, I can't go back to school looking like I got run over."

Huh? Ha-eun stared in sheer bewilderment as the accented Substitute Shinigami went on to talk with his mother, apparently. It wasn't that his talking took her honest effort to distinguish and understand, but more that the overtone of the situation was that everything was going to be okay. That was a new feeling, or one that she rarely recognized. It was very rare for something big like this to even marginally go her way, and totally in her way, without even needing to do someone's shady work to get help. All of the pent up emotions that she had from before had been let out, she had been harmed but was going to get help, and more importantly, was left in a situation in that she was not in the direct way of harm. Even if it took a while, she would come out better, and hopefully, be able to return to normal after this was all over and done with.

Eyes balked and dipped a bit, Ha-eun making use to brace some against the ground as her body went a bit more lax. She was tired now, her adrenaline and emotional-filled high having long since been used up. She had over-exerted herself, certainly, but left in a situation like this it was nobodies business to argue otherwise. It was weird that she was growing tired, though, generally she wouldn't even close her eyes when around another person-, but this person seemed harmless. A bit blunt, dense, and a tad angry, but not generally harmful. She rarely trusted her own parents on topics that she had let out but this person seemed more then casual when dealing with an incredibly unstable person. "Hey, mind if I close my eyes some?" Ha-eun blurted out, now resting against her elbow as she really desperately tried to appear still coherent. "I'm just really tired all of a sudden."