FOR YOUR CONVENIENCE, MY FELLOW LUCETIANS

[fourteen]

Who: EVERYONE
What: TRAUMA!
When: ALL THE TIME
Where: ANYWHERE
Summary: HORRIBLE, HORRIBLE TRAUMA. FREE FOR ALL IN THE SCARRING EXPERIENCES DEPARTMENT.
Rating: Gosh. I'm not sure. However, I suggest you hide your little'uns.

Basically, the purpose of this log is TRAUMA SPAM. If you didn't want to spam your flist with extra posts, or you wanted to post with more than one character -- or more than one character more than once! -- here is your place to be.

This will be a commentspam style log where you can thread start with your character hallucinating things. Whatever you wish it to be! It can even just be a more general thread start where they're not hallucinating anything -- yet. And each thread can get treated like a post, where that character's CR can react to the trauma going down!

If you still wish to actually post in your character's journal, you're of course totally allowed to do so. This is just here for funtiems and convenience for everyone who wanted a greater chance to post during this event! Feel free to use it anytime over the next few days, through Halloween, to do "posts" and threads with your characters.

Have at, guys!

Comments

[goldenglasses]

[Vash takes a step back. Someone... shot Legato? He blinks a few times expecting it to go away. Shit, it's not going away and that's a lot of blood.] You're losing too much blood. [You should fix that.]

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[twice, actually. Legato takes a weak step back, staring at his hand. The blood was crawling, flickering in and out of view. At times just staining his fingers, and at times drenching his entire arm, dripping off in ropey loops of gore]

1/?

[goldenglasses]

[Vash sighs. It was obvious Legato wasn't going to be able to help himself in this state and if he just walked away he'd bleed to death.]

2/?

[goldenglasses]

3/?

[goldenglasses]

4/6?

[goldenglasses]

5/6

[goldenglasses]

[...it would be a chance to try to make up for what he did.]

6/6

[goldenglasses]

[It's what Rem would do.] Legato... [He reaches into his pocket and takes out the small first aid kit he had placed there after running into Ginko earlier and realizing it had been missing.] ...I'm going to help you. I'm not going to hurt you. [He takes a careful step forward to test the water.]

[endthem.livejournal.com]

[Legato takes another step back, ends up meeting another tree. The lightheadedness from bloodloss is sapping the reality from between the bouts of hallucinations. He manages a defensive glare, determined to keep him back... but then the other man's face changes again.

...Legato freezes.]

[goldenglasses]

[Vash hesitates when Legato steps back.] Please Legato, you'll die if it's not taken care of.

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[really, it isn't the threat of his own death that stops him. It's him... Knives wants him to stop, so he obeys. One arm back to help support his weight against the tree, he doesn't move]

[goldenglasses]

[Vash tries to approach carefully again. Tense, watching for a movement from Legato that could look hostile. When he's close enough to see the damage a bit more, he winces. They were gunshot wounds. Which meant-] Are the bullets still in?