[Event Post]

[fantasticfeline]

 Hey, you might be running around in Domino, before you here what can only be described as a loud, sharp squawk. If you know him, it's pretty obvious that it's Yuri. If you don't, it's just obvious it's someone pretty young. And the end of the sound.. gurgles. That's probably not a good thing, at least.

Comments

[fantasticfeline]

Yuri is nearby, his entire body skewered by an ornate gold arrow. He looks understandably shocked.

[imajin_all_the]

... What the hell!?

[fantasticfeline]

He gurgles a little and. Falls over.

[imajin_all_the]

::Grabs you and starts flying you.::

[fantasticfeline]

You probably don't immediately notice because you're freaked out, but. The arrow eventually fades away, as does most of the blood. But he's starting to be hot to touch. Extremely hot, even moreso than a fever.

[imajin_all_the]

::Shit, shit shit shit. She's flying faster.::

[fantasticfeline]

He's starting to cough.

[imajin_all_the]

::Trying to rush you home quickly.::

[fantasticfeline]

"Down. Put. Down."

He's coughing harder.

[imajin_all_the]

... Why would I?

[fantasticfeline]

His cheeks. bulge. It's pretty apparently why you would. Better hurry.

[imajin_all_the]

::Oh christ. She lands quickly and puts you down so you can, yeah.::

[fantasticfeline]

He spews that same blue translucent fluid into a large puddle.

[imajin_all_the]

... ew.

[fantasticfeline]

"Ughhhh.."

He flops over onto his side.

[imajin_all_the]

::Pokes you in the side with an expensive loafer. Gently.::

[fantasticfeline]

Your foot is grabbed before you can do so, by an arm out of the puddle.

[imajin_all_the]

... What the hell are you.

[fantasticfeline]

It doesn't respond. It just. Stares.

[imajin_all_the]

::Tries to impress you with a sense of terror of her might.::

[fantasticfeline]

It doesn't respond. Your angry wideload aura is worthless.

[imajin_all_the]

Fine.

::Her sword materializes.::

[fantasticfeline]

It moves, as if it's guarding Yuri.

[imajin_all_the]

::Tries to impale you with her sword.::

[fantasticfeline]

It glazes off like you tried to stab something smooth and round.