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8th l o s t s o u l ~ [Voice]

[Even in tense situations, Cheyenne was generally a very calm person. But the voice coming through the journals right now sounds very strained. There's a small cut on her cheek and a bit of blood on the other. She's trying to keep her voice steady, succeeding for the most part. But oddly enough, it doesn't sound like she's in pain. The way she's breathing and the manner she seems to be holding herself almost gives the impression that she's afraid of something.]

[But this was Cheyenne. That couldn't be it, right?]

I don't suppose... there are any healers in town willing to make house calls?

[[ooc: If your character has anything strange about them that Cheyenne might notice by looking at their soul (since that's the way she sees everything) please take a look over at her Permission Post! Also, don't worry about breaking time-space here. |D]]

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[Words of affirmation, then he closes the journal and hurries to Cheyenne's place as memory serves him. He's there as fast as he's able, and he lets himself in, albeit with some hesitance. It's odd to enter without someone telling him to come in ( . . . how odd), not to mention it's her place.

Still.]

Cheyenne?

...I can definitely do the wrist.

I'd need a look at the fingers.

[... He's suddenly very glad her blindfold is on right now.]

Not to worry! If you don't get enough healing, I can take you to my doctor Chopper. He's handled injuries like that before.

... [Orz. That is not a good memory. Really not a good memory. He shoves it to the side]

I'm over here, Alf. [She's sitting on the couch in the front room and makes no effort to get up to greet him.]

[The small table in the center of the room as been hastily pulled closer and there are quite a few shards of some kind of glass scattered across it. With a closer look, they seem to be piece of a mirror. And they're all covered in blood.]

[Cheyenne herself is still trying to keep a smile on her face as she turns to face Alf. Both of her arms are lined with small, negligible cuts, but her right wrist is wrapped up in a bloody towel.]

I do hope you'll forgive my appearance. I... imagine I must look rather messy.

The first floor of community building 6. The second room on the right.

Hm...

I don't suppose you could come over right now?

I will keep that in mind should the... the need arise.

[Smiiiling again through that slip.]

Presently I am only hoping I can be healed without the need to be touched.

[Alf purses his lips when he glances at the cuts and the towel. Blood. Quite a bit of it, too. Shaking his head, he quietly makes his way to Cheyenne, eying what seem to be shards of mirrors as he goes around the table.

Poor girl.]

It's nothing to apologize for. You must be hurting terribly . . .

It is nothing I am not capable of tolerating... though I cannot say I have ever tolerated such pain for such a long time. I would not have asked for assistance were I capable of concentrating enough to walk to the nearest clinic.

[Not without potentially tripping and making things worse. Not to mention she wasn't really aware just how messy she might look. She just had a good idea.]

The spells you know... is it necessary to touch me for them to work?

I'll be there in a moment. Please, try not to move unless it's absolutely necessary.

Sure. Where are ya?

[That makes it sound all the worse. Though, all of that doesn't beat the sinking feeling he gets when Cheyenne asks him that question. For some reason or another, it's upsetting that she should have to ask that.]

No, I can cast them at a short distance. Where would you be most comfortable with me being?

Anywhere is fine, so long as you aren't touching me. I would hate to cause you discomfort when you are the one assisting me.

[She's trying her best to stay quiet, but as she unwraps the towel, it's hard not to let out the occasional whimper. Physical pain isn't an emotion, after all, and she's not exempt from it. The cuts increase in severity from her wrist onward, and she's likely broken quite a few bones in her hand.]

[However, given the worst damage is around her knuckles and her hand is still tightened into a fist, it almost looks as though she had intentionally punched something.]

All right. The door is unlocked, so you may let yourself in.

Community building 6, first floor, second room on the right.

I'm on my way!

Ray Wing!

[The transmission ends in a gust of wind. About five minutes later, a knock sounds at the door of Cheyenne's apartment.]

All right.

[With that, she snaps her journal shut and sets out to the Community Housing building. When she reaches Cheyenne's apartment, she makes sure to knock before entering.]

Hello?

Ah... [He can't blame her for that, can he?]

I'd be surprised if there wasn't a magic spell that could handle that.

-- Oh, Cheyenne-chan. You want me to bring you some dinner later?

You wouldn't be. Don't worry about it.

[He's actually not sure that she wouldn't, but the words are out before he can stop them. And he doesn't regret saying them, though he does regret that Cheyenne had to deal with such severe cuts and the kind of injury her fist seems to have sustained.

A fist . . .

He doesn't question it. Rather, he simply comes on over and seats himself next to her. Not too close, but still at her side regardless. There's that odd chill -- the one he's felt a couple of times -- but he ignores it. He's more determined to help her than be busy with the almost frightening feeling.]

Have you used filial magic before, Cheyenne?

Hello. [The reply comes from just around the corner, where Cheyenne is sitting on the nearby couch, her right hand wrapped in a somewhat bloodied towel. The nearby coffee table has quite a few shards of glass on it, reflective as though they were once part of a mirror.]

[There are a few cuts on her arms as well, but they were mostly small. The ones nearest her injured hand seem to be a bit worse. Regardless, she's still keeping on a small smile.]

My apologies if I appear a bit messy. I haven't been able to clean myself up...

[There's no answer for a few moments... after which, Lina may hear a small crash and the sound of someone nearly crying out, cutting their voice off rather quickly.]

[The voice that follows sounds rather strained.]

The door is open.

[A pause. She's considering it...]

If it is not too much trouble, that would be preferable over walking into town later.

[More out of habit, she'll still do her best to shrink at least an inch or two away from Alf when he sits beside her. The negative feelings goes away the moment they aren't touching. He may have told her not to worry about it, but seeing other creatures in pain because of a power she can't control didn't sit right with her. And somehow, when that person was Alf, it actually made her feel a little...]

[Well, she wasn't sure. Sad, perhaps?]

I have used it briefly in the past, yes. I would have used it on myself in an attempt to heal, but I found myself rather... unable to concentrate.

[About a split second after Cheyenne gets the words out, Lina will succeed in knocking the door open with her shoulder. She stumbles inside, looking around in a panic.]

Ch-Cheyenne? Hey, Cheyenne!

[Cheyenne had tried to get up to open the door, but her mind is still so scattered from what had happened to cause her injury that she forgot she pulled the coffee table closer and tripped over it; if it's not moving, she can't really sense it, after all.]

[And so there she is, sitting on the ground and trying very hard to keep a straight face despite having fallen on her already injured hand. She still has it wrapped in a towel, through in falling some of the blood from the towel had stained her dress.]

Hello, Lina.

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