cape_kore | 009 | Anna Milton | [video & private]

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009 | Anna Milton | [video & private]

It seems everyone's had quite the morning, so I'll keep this brief. If any of you think you might be the kind of powered up that can help figure out exactly what it is people are turning into, let me know.

In the mean time just...be careful, guys.

[[ Private to the Angelsibs and ~~honorarysib~~ housemate Chuck ]]

As someone [ see Gabriel, re: griping announcement earlier ] has mentioned already, there's something weird going on here. We're human now, completely, and Balthazar....
[ All in good time. ]

Obviously it's a little harder to keep in touch now, but are you all okay so far? No broken bones, stubbed toes, fatal injuries? Keep in touch, okay?

[[ Private to Fun Ghoul ]]

We have a bit of a situation here.

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A situation? [It's a good thing he only has the audio on, else Anna might think it's strange time to be wearing a smile.] You don't say.

What's goin' on, babydoll?

[ She's clearly stressed out when the reply comes, enough so that it doesn't even occur to her that the audio response is a little suspicious. She's just relieved - he sounds alright, after all, so he must be right? ]

Betting you've realised there's some serious stuff going down this morning by now, huh? [ She rubs a hand over her face - she looks tired, which in itself is a major indicator that something isn't right with her. ] I'm, well. Human. I forgot how easily damaged you guys are.

[ And it's not her proudest moment, delivered hesitantly and through slightly gritted teeth, but it's not like she can do it herself any more. The wound on her arm isn't exactly going anywhere now. ]

...How are you at first aid?

[He chuckles lowly, and it sounds like Ghoul aside from the fact that he's laughing for all the wrong reasons. She's human. Vulnerable. She has a soul. And she needs his help. This could prove to be quite entertaining.

The zones feel like a lifetime ago, which doesn't make sense because he was just there, but it also feels like he's been somewhere else for a long time and it wasn't pleasant. First aid ... it's a distant-but-not-distant memory. ]

I can fix you up just fine. Depends how bad y'are. Don't sound like you're dyin' just yet. Where you at?

[ It doesn't even occur to her to question the laugh. It's Ghoul, it has to be Ghoul. Everything else has hit the fan, surely someone has managed to get out unscathed? She looks so relieved that he sounds normal, she doesn't even question what the odds are that he dodged a bullet. ]

I'm at my house, but- it's not a good place to be right now. Can you meet me somewhere?

[ She's not sure how long she can justify being away for - sibling or not Balthazar is dangerous, and she has to do what she can to keep everyone else away from him too, but it hurts and she can't fix this wound on her own any more. Who knew being human could end up so frustrating. ]

The pharmacy, maybe? Probably something there that can help, anyway.

[Alone, just the two of them. Sweet, sweet Anna. Nothing special now, is she? And wounded. So many possibilities.]

It's a date. I'll head on over. You should be more careful, Chiquita. See you there.

[ A quick nod and a wry smile later she cuts off the feed, and after pausing for a moment to listen in on Balthazar - she's not sure what exactly it is he's doing, but it sounds like he's tearing things apart - she leaves the house. It's only for a little while, surely things can't go that wrong.

Walking is slow. She knows this already, of course, but there's a difference between choosing to go for a wander and being forced to take a journey one step at a time, especially when she's already so hesitant to leave. She does it anyway though, partly because of the still-bleeding injury and partly because it'd be really, really good to see him right now, even just for a moment. And so it's slow goings, by her standards at least, but a few minutes and a lot of vented frustrations later she's there, hovering outside the pharmacy with a hand pressed over her arm as she waits for Ghoul to arrive. ]

[It's better that he gets out of the house. Keeping this up around Kobra and Jet would be too difficult after too long. Why ruin the surprise? It'll be better to draw it out. He can practice on Anna. That thought makes him smile around the cigarette in his mouth before he pulls it out and drops it on the ground to snuff it out with his foot.

He strolls up to her, eyeing her arm and whistling.]

Looks pretty nasty already, huh? Hey, hey, lemme see. What're we workin' with here? You did a number on it.

[He can be sweet. Oh so sweet. He grabs for the arm, so gentle, and plays it off as an accident when he squeezes a little too hard near the gash.] Oh, oh, oh. Sorry, baby. You're okay, let's head in.

[ She'll be damned if her face doesn't all but light up as she sees him, relief evident as she takes a few steps in to close the gap a little faster. Still so slow, but it's okay, she can handle this. She lived as a human for twenty five years, she can handle a little longer. Probably. ]

It's not so bad- [ lie ] just a small cut- [ another lie ] probably just a flesh wound.

[ There's a slight grimace on her face as she lifts the clumsily secured bandage, already all but soaked through with blood, and though none of the cuts are deep enough to cause serious damage, there's a few nasty looking ones there. It's not instantly obvious that they're teeth marks, but they are arranged in a large semi circle. Too large for a human mouth, that's for sure. ]

Some proper wrapping should do it, it's- [ She stops abruptly, hissing softly at the sharp burst of pain in her arm. He really isn't used to dealing with pain, and she looks at him quickly-

But it was an accident, right? It's fine. She just gives a faint smile in return, nods a little and carefully twists her arm to move the cuts out of his touch. ]

It's fine, gotta learn the hard way. [ And that's actually a genuine joke, with a quiet chuckle and everything as she heads into te pharmacy. ]

[Heh. Damned. She's just so damn happy to see him, all smiles and sugar and jokes. Doesn't suspect a thing. Oh, this is fun. So good. He can be sweet, yes. Especially when she hisses like that. Oh no, did it hurt? Whoops.

He pulls his hand back entirely and ducks into the building, heading straight up and down aisles, looking for anything that'll do. Anything that hasn't already been picked clean.]

Maybe you should sit. The counter, sit on the counter. Take it easy, huh? I'll look. I'll take care of it.

[ She doesn't really know what she's looking for when she walks inside, but she looks anyway. Maybe first aid courses in college might have been a good idea, after all.

And she should keep looking, because she has to do something, but she's so tired and his suggestion seems so much easier. Anna casts a quick glance his way, frowning slightly as she folds her arms carefully. ]

Are you sure? If you need help looking for anything, it'll be quicker with both of us...

[ She might possibly already be leaning against said counter even as she asks though. It's been a really long day, she doesn't have it in her to fight another person about what's right and what's not. ]

Nah, Angel Eyes, I got this. [He looks up from a shelf to flash her a winning smile, just like he would have before.]

You wanna tell me what happened?

[ The smile does it, and she slides up onto the counter - difficult, far too difficult, guess who'd forgotten just how weak her human body had been. She grits her teeth to push past the sharp sting that pushing herself up there provoked, and shakes her head lightly before looking back at him. ]

It's...my world stuff, hard to explain.

[ Hard to explain, but damn she's sick of lying to him. It's getting harder, and it sure as hell won't protect him to not know what's going on. She sighs quietly, then just shrugs. ]

Brother of mine hasn't done too well in all of this- whatever you want to call it. Madness.

[Normally, he wouldn't push. He wouldn't pry. But this isn't normal, and despite that grin as he comes back with stronger bandages to wrap her arm, he wants to push. He wants to know. About her, about what she was-- about whatever hurt her. But that last urge is much weaker and he shakes it off. Chalk that up to jealousy over the fact that he didn't leave deep cuts in her skin himself.]

Your brother? Some family. Goes crazy and attacks you? Anna, that's bullshit. You'd be safer with me.

[He sets the clean bandages down and reaches for her arm again, much more careful this time, and starts removing the bloodied ones.] Girl, you might need t'stitch this up. Don't know if wrapping's gonna cut it.

He didn't mean it, he could have done a lot worse. [ When she repeats those words in her head, she practically groans at how typically cliche they sound. She's not some abused victim, just a stupidly protective sister who didn't quite catch on the meaning of 'get back' fast enough. She can barely wrap her head around it all, and she doesn't expect him to understand her, but getting it out makes her feel at least marginally less stressed anyway. ]

I didn't know what he was, I knew he'd changed but I didn't know what. He tried to warn me, but.. [ She shrugs and glances at the bite. ] It wouldn't be safer for him. People here don't know how powerful he is, he's one of the most dangerous things in my world. So maybe don't come around for a few days.

[ Stitches would be no problem - she'd had stitches as a five year old, surely an aeons old creature could handle it - except, they've not exactly got knock out drugs lying around. She frowns slightly, eyeing the cuts carefully. She wouldn't know if he's right or not, but she nods. ] That's fine, whatever has to happen. Is that...something you know how to do?

[ Call it dumb ~~which it really, really is given the circumstances~~ but she trusts him with this body a lot more than she does anyone else around here. ]

What if he did do worse, huh? What then? [He's ... angry. Thinking about that makes him mad. No, she deserves worse! She fuckin--]

I can do it. 'Course I know how. Lemme do it.

[He goes back to the shelves, quicker this time and pouting like a petulant child, before returning to her side with an armful of useful stuff.]

I got you, Chiquita, you just sit tight. Lemme handle it.

I've got to stick around and make sure he doesn't do it to anyone else. He stopped for me, but a random stranger? Probably a goner before we even realise they're in the house.

[ The task she's taken on is huge, there's no denying that, but she wouldn't let anyone else do it. Someone has to keep this stupid, dysfunctional family from tearing itself apart at any given opportunity.

...One of them literally trying to eat the others is clearly a little more difficult than spats over the dinner table, but she'll manage. Somehow. Probably. ]

Look, thanks for this. I'm sure you've got your own stuff going down. I just...haven't needed to fix myself up in quite a long time, you know? Kind of had that stuff covered.

[ And when he's back she smiles, and shuffles a little closer to the edge of the counter, and holds her arm out for him to do with as he will. Somewhere along the lines she's started to trust him, and without the ability to actually see his real face, she doesn't notice a difference. She just smiles and thanks him and looks so, so relieved that he's here to help her. ]

[He shakes his head. No. Nope. Not happening again. Wait- fuck it why does he give a shit what happens. Fuck. His expression sours as he rips open a box, grumbling.]

Ain't even a thing. Nothin' else to do. Don't thank me.

[Especially not when he starts tracing the wounds antiseptic on a cotton swab.] Might haveta get you somethin' to bite down on, babydoll.

Yeah, no, it's fine. I'm a big girl.[ It's a joke, played off with a chuckle and everything, but seriously. She's a damn Angel of the Lord, like hell is she finding something to bite down on. She's endured pain like no one around here can even imagine, fought past far worse to reach the goals of the Host-

...and when the antiseptic touches the wound and it stings, she lets out a quiet sound that sounds suspiciously like a whimper.

Damn it. ]

Maybe you're right. [ There's a spare roll of bandages, and it's going to have to do. Flexing her fingers lightly, she balls them into a fist and then gives a short nod. ] Just...make it quick?

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