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You or your meme partner has been hurt, but don't worry! This time around it's not that bad. You can still limp your way out of this mess.

INJURIES.
1. Sprain/strain. How did you screw up walking?
2. Broken bones. Simple fractures still hurt.
3. Cuts. Hopefully one of you has a sewing kit.
4. Burns. Location, location, location. Let's pray this one isn't on your ass.
5. Concussion. No, they're most likely not holding up fifteen fingers.
6. Other. I'm not a doctor.

HOW'D IT HAPPEN.
1. Stupidity. You did this to yourself.
2. Accident. Is an unintentional attack still an attack?
3. Attack. Don't lie, you deserved it.
4. Other. It's probably still your own fault.

WHERE'D IT HAPPEN.
1. Home. Did you remember to invest in a first aid kit?
2. School/Work. This should be excellent for getting you out of doing stuff!
3. Outdoors. Predators like the smell of blood. Clean up asap.
4. In the water. Hopefully there aren't any sharks!
5. Other. Like a hospital. That'd be handy.

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[ kickingyuan.gif watch out for this one, genis. he's not muy bueno.

or stay on his work, i suppose, which mithos's finishing almost automatically when genis gives his approval. tug, tucked, the entire thing is done just like this friendship'll soon be. ha... ha. it's only for a few moments more that mithos isn't too sure what to say, as he moves to gather all the supplies he'd used to treat genis's injury... to, you know, hide their use from raine. gotta keep his promises.

he isn't sure why he particularly cares about that, or--well, he does know, he just doesn't want to admit it. ( maybe this whole let's-invade-lloyd's-group thing was a bad idea.

no homo ). ]

You... aren't going to leave with your ankle like that, are you? [ wowza, he spoke. ]

... You have a point. I can't really do much as I am right now, let alone write a list of outfits or try to draw a thank-you masterpiece.

[ gently touching her cast, actually masterpiece would be putting it lightly in her opinion. ]

[ sorry 2 little 2 late he's already neck deep in half-elf bromance here..

also you are a sADIST GOD... even in cute no homo brackets we can't have love and peace.. i blame you for our collective misery. after mithos clears away the debris of his shameful accident, genis sets his foot gingerly down to the floor again to test the stability of the wrap and.. truth be told it's feeling a little better already, for the pressure and support. but.. ]

Heh.. well..

[ try as he might to contain his kiddish joy, genis can't hide the sheepish smile that tugs at his mouth, nor his furtive glance toward mithos. u thinkin what i'm thinkin pinky ]

I mean.. I can stay! If you aren't, you know, busy or anything. We'll find something to do.

[ make out ]

[ PRAISE BE TO HELIX... she makes the most relieved exhale in history. ]

Right. So what you should be doing is gettin' some rest.

P-probably, huh? That took more out of me than I'd thought.

My arm might be broken, but not my spirit!

[ uncharacteristically tired fistpump o9 but curling good arm around her cast again, way 2cute to leave alone for long. ]

She should have. A veteran as powerful--and, more importantly, as seasoned--as Ororo was absolutely should have been ready for the blast. It absolutely didn't make it all that much better that they had been training and not in actual combat. It didn't really mitigate things that they were in the busy season of teaching apart from being costumed defenders of the world.

Destruction and violence could happen anywhere, anytime. It was a mild concussion now; it might not be the next time someone was tired and dazed walking into a fight.

But that isn't something to snap about now. Ororo isn't someone she has to convince of her methods--or of the validity of the fears that underline many of her harsher decisions about how to run the team.

So she settles, for now, for giving a brief, firm shake of her head. "You should have. You will next time."

... No, that's definitely still there.

[ At least the part that imagines Ryuko in revealing outfits. ]

But it'll be there tomorrow, too. And so will school. [ HINT, HINT. Ryuko might be a shitty delinquent but she wants Mako to go places. ] You wanna be awake enough to show everyone your cast, right?

He stood his ground as she dashed off ahead of him. He knew the reasons why - him. As much as she didn't want anything to do with him he knew it killed her that he still sought her and she had agreed to help. Honestly, she was the last person he went to, but he knew how she worked and that she was reliable.

It took a few minutes for him to catch up with her where he found her trying to hide the fact she must've fallen. She was walking straight, but not putting her full weight on her right leg.

Blomkvist didn't rush down immediately, just stood back a moment more before finally resolving to offer assistance, well knowing she'd refuse. "You shouldn't go off alone so quickly."

[He glances behind him again.]

Not far enough fast enough.

Are you armed, by any chance?

[Another potentially creepy question. He hurries to explain.]

Very soon now, I believe, some very angry lifeforms are going to come crashing through those bushes. So we have three choices. If you do have a car nearby we can leave quickly. If you're armed, we can fight. Or the third, and my personal least favourite choice, is we can stand here while they kill me, and then kill you too for good measure because you've been talking to me and they may fear that I've passed on information to you that they want to keep secret.

This was one time in her life that Lisbeth didn't mind weighing only ninety pounds, but she still didn't dare put her full weight on her ankle. The pain would likely only get worse as the hours went by, but for now she could manage. She didn't bother turning around when she heard Mikael behind her.

"Says the man who went after an insane serial murderer by himself." She said with a hint of annoyance, mainly at herself.

He raised his brows, "True." He keeps pace with her, by her side and making sure not to move ahead. Finally, he stops.

"Sit down, let me look at it." He really hoped she wouldn't be stubborn about this. He did happen to bring some medical supplies with him to help out.

A part of her wanted to reject his offer and keep walking, but she also knew that he wouldn't let it drop either. With a quiet sigh she stopped and sat down on a grassy part of the terrain. Her expression was less than pleased as she reached forward to unlace her boot.

[ Yata pumps his fist in the air. ]

'Course I will! No one messes with Ya—aaah, ow... [ He winces; the disinfectant stings. The distance between him and Xiaoyu grows a little further when he pulls and inches away. His eyes are glued onto the window on the other side of the room. It's the only way he's ever going to survive this encounter. ]

Stiles snorts in laughter. "Stop tripping over my own feet? Have we met?" He help out his hand in mock greeting. "Hello, My name is Stiles Stilinski and I have two left feet."

I didn't trick you into anything. You did it of your own free will, didn't you?

[ Volkner's staring with that mildly dead-eyed look of his... ]

And you agreed. No take-backs.

[Ow ow ow ow... Matthew is wincing and thus oblivious as France scoots his way in. He looks up, though, staring at Francis as he goes and scooting after him. Uhmmm too close. Trapped. Well, he can always make a break for it.]

Um... No offense, Francis, but I don't trust you that much when you're so close to me...

[I mean come on France just look at your track record.]

[ooc: shweeeeet :) Any preference on the injured party?]

[Standing up, he carelessly kicks a few books that stand in his path to get to her. He crouches down, hands hovering tentatively and not touching, should he somehow make it worse. Internally, he curses himself out. Broken bones can take a while to heal, and it could have been worse.]

Stop poking at it. We need to get it looked at. Don't move yet, I'm going to make a sling so that it stays still.

[He looks around for anything that might work, and finds his jacket, hanging on a chair. He runs back over to Mikasa, unfolding the jacket and laying it flat.]

Here, don't move your arm too much, but I need to tie it.

We can rest...

[He looks around, anywhere other than Levi, still feeling a great amount of guilt for the pain the Captain's going through.]

Is it safe to rest?

"Maybe you should see a doctor about that," Danny replies with a smile. He secures the bandage with a tight grip and some tape. He then looks up at Stiles from his hunched down position. "That should do it," he says.

We should be able to, for now.

[ he sits beside the tree at the roots, sighing ] If we need to, we'll jump up in the tree again.

[ woah that escalated quickly but ok everyone's down ( also this despair isn't my fault blame namco goodbye. )

too bad mithos is emotionally stupid. the only thing he could be busy with is trying to figure out how to break off this engagement HA and how to deal with the 5 million traitors he's brought up, but truthfully that's not even on the forefront of his mind.

and that is maybe kind of concerning. mithos, of course, returns genis's smile and suggestion with a bit of surprise, but some hints of obvious joy. inside he's like: i fucked up. he didn't expect no-homo-friendship to make him both weary and... all right. somehow that just makes him even more weary. ]

You will? [ please stop, genis sage. we havent even gone on a date yet. ] I-- I'm not busy. So... I'd like that. If anything, all of you are the ones that are busy...

[ srry about that ]

[OOC: 5-3-3; any preference for which of them it is?]

Owen finished up with his stitch work, and he reached over for a pair of scissors and snipped the loose ends of the thread off. "I'd say you'd do a lot more here than there. And, you know it."

"Oooh, I knew you had it in you!" Owen found something dirty, and he cleaned up the wound once more before he placed a bandage on it. "You're more for the top, I get you some bondage gear and we can have a bit of fun in the dungeon," said Owen, as he teased Martha.

He of course knew what she had meant. "You dirty, kinky, girl you!"

[By the time that she returns he is sitting more safely, his stomach churning a bit less and his head swaying slightly less as well. But he's still on the ground, which should tell her a lot - if he could, he'd definitely taken the chance to get himself into a more dignified position.

He did try.

His head is already facing into her direction when she returns and it only turns back to look ahead slowly, tipping his head forward slightly to give her better access and thus let it be over more quickly.]

Where is he? [Obviously referring to their son. He trusts his wife absolutely to make sure that the child is safe, but after he almost got him hurt he's even more inclined to want some measure of control over the child's whereabouts.]

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