Day 109; Video 005

[bostonhowler]

[Her body slams into the ground and her communicator turns on without her knowledge. The sun is setting, and the picture is dim.

There's blood splashed over it, and dripping past it from the injuries on her arm. Harsh panting comes over the line. Another hand, the fingers snapping back into alignment without any help reaches out.

Static covers the screen, and then comes back, covered with red hair with forming bruises blossoming on the pale skin. Blood drips off her nose, a tear follows it.

Brigid is trying to move, trying to get up, but there's a creak and she whimpers. The wind blows her hair back - strands stick to her face, in the blood, and against the bruises.

Static covers the screen again, blocking out the horrific mess her face is, and the black blood she just puked up. When it comes back on, she's mid-sentence and weak.]

--eed help. Derek, pl --

[The feed cuts out and doesn't turn back on.]


[OOC: Derek will be picking her up and taking her back to the lighthouse, she's not at the fountain and isn't sure where she is... so, she can try to talk.]

Comments

[runboyrun]

[Stiles goes very quiet. Because 'trust' from Derek means a lot. And now is really not the time to be grinning like a goof.]

She'll help. She'll bitch and moan, but you're friends with me. You should be used to that by now.

[bostonhowler]

[Brigid can read that there's something more there. She doesn't know what, but it's something. Then, she shifts her leg and a whimper escapes her, and her claws dig into the couch. She shutters her blue eyes, trying not to puke from the pain.]

R-r-resurrected?

[Quick. Distract her.]

[packpapa]

[ Trust isn't something that he does easily, but after everything, he was hoping that Stiles knew without him ever having to admit it aloud; he's slowly worked his way into his life along with the others, but he's the one who's saved him more times than he cares to count.

He tries to ignore the acknowledgement from Stiles and turns back to Brigid. ]

It's a long story. Why don't you tell us more about what you've discovered in the book.

Was told to skip Stiles this round.

[bostonhowler]

[Brigid forces her claws out of the couch and blinks open brown eyes again. Her leg is on fire.]

There's rules for the Emissaries, but those haven't been translated yet. There's a few genealogies that tell who are the direct descendants of Lycaon and his sons might be.

[She closes her eyes, trying to think. It's not easy.]

There's the herbal knowledge. I've translated a lot of that. Some of the more beneficial effects of wolfsbane are in there.

[packpapa]

That should come in useful. I know the basics, but there's a lot I don't remember, and even more I never had the chance to learn. [ Even though there's none of it here as far as he knows, but it'll be interesting to see what there is.

He's wrapping up, thoroughly cleaning out the last of the wounds, the cloth he's using coming away red by the time he's finished. He frowns at the wounds, still open and some bleeding. ] You're nearly done, now, we just need to bandage these up as best we can.