12th Partridge [Action/Voice/Event]

[pearheaded]

[You know what's horrifying? Holograms. You know what's even worse? Being Ian during them. So when you hear the horrified shrieks in the plaza, it's probably just Ian being carried by a group of lumberjacks toward a GIANT WHIRRING WOODCHIPPER. Suffice to say, Mr. Kolansky is flailing above their heads in complete terror.]

PLEASE NO, NOT THE CHIPPER, NOT THE CHIPPER!!

I'M DELICATE!!

[It's not even registering that in such situations he'd die in Luceti; thank god for the lack of fatality in this event.]

.....

[Even worse, a couple hours later he's running all across town with people dressed like this after him. Man, he hasn't had this happen in a long-ass while, but it's still far from pleasant. By the time he manages to outrun them, he's gone all through town. His clothes are entirely wrecked and his day is shot to hell, b-but at least he can try to help some people out if they need it. You can find him hiding in the bushes or hanging upside down in a tree, struggling to get his foot out of vines. Or he can slam into you at a hideous speed. Or you can find him cowering in fear behind your house.

... Or you can find him tied up over a pot of boiling water.

Look, the mob wasn't friendly, okay? Kinda obvious.]

[Voice]



D-does anyone need any instant-healing medicine? I know some people were a little 'beat up' today...

Does anyone know why these're popping up like this?

[huff.]

Ah, well. This better not interrupt Parent's Day...

[He'll be around with dirty clothes (what's new), but he'll at least be free of any holograms, should you want him to run into one of yours.]

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[distressedude]

[Cowering behind his house, huh? Well, House 1 is a bit farther off from the rest of the village, so it probably made for a good hiding place. Not so good, however, that Ion couldn't see him from his bedroom window. With his bedroom having turned into a painfully familiar maze of sorts, the window was pretty much his only way of getting in and out quickly.]

[He was just about to swing one leg out the window when he spotted Ian just below the window sill.] ...Ian?

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[pearheaded]

[... Woah. So all of this really was dicking a lot of people over. How many times are you gonna wind up stuck somewhere, Ion. :|a]

U-uh, hey! Long time, no see!

[No sign of the soldiers again... yet. So he untenses a little.]

Funny way to leave your house.

[THAT WAS A JOKE, OKAY. HE TOLD A JOKE.]

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[distressedude]

[If past experiences are any indication, a lot.]

Yes, but it's much easier leaving this way than attempting to navigate through my room right now...

[And he was about to explain why, when he notices how ragged Ian looks.] Is everything all right?

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[pearheaded]

[Ha, surprisingly, he actually looks kind of exhausted.]

Just outrunning monsters and troublesome people. That sorta' thing.

[intangible-girl.livejournal.com]

[Ingrid's very hesitant to ask, but eventually she replies to Ian's offer with:]

Instant-healing medicine?

[pearheaded]

Yeah—uh, well, it's not as instant as back home, but anyone with injuries like broken bones, cuts or anything like that can take it and heal back to normal within... ah, I think ten to twenty seconds? It's different for every wound and person...

[intangible-girl.livejournal.com]

[Very carefully:] Does it work on... diseases?

[pearheaded]

Ah... [He's quiet for a moment. Trust him, if he'd known anything about healing diseases, he would've broke his neck tenfold to get it to a lot more people; as it stands, though...] I'm afraid it only works for wounds, ma'am. Injuries.

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[touchofrogue]

[It's that idiot who works the shift after her being carried against his will...

...to a wood chipper.

Seriously?]

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[touchofrogue]

[Rogue sighs. Steps out of the Item Shop.

And doesn't grab a weapon or take off a glove. These are just a bunch of muscled idiots. She won't need anything special to deal with them.]

Just save yourself the trouble an' drop him now.

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[pearheaded]

[One or two of them focus on you, but the others aren't really catching the memo; they have a tree guy to toss into a whirring black vortex of bark-y murder, after all.]

RUN AWAY, MISS ROGUE!! SAVE YOURSELF!!

[touchofrogue]

[Well, isn't that sweet. Rogue rolls her eyes and flips in, using the momentum to land a scissor kick to one goon's head - who vanishes - and sing (solar plexus, instep, nose, groin) her way past the second and arrive beside the four who are still carrying Ian.]

Y'all are seriously startin' to annoy me.

[She swings a punch at the goon closest to her.]

[crybabyofdeath.livejournal.com]

[ And lo' while Ian is dangling above that pot of doom he will treated to the wonderfully delightful sound of machine gun fire. Of course he isn't killing the mob holograms mind you, just shooting them in the foot, coupled with some of the most ridiculous looking yet somehow practical zig-zag running maneuvers to break them up a little bit.

... does he even need to ask why you are above a boiling pot of water, mister person-that-he-doesn't-even-know-yet?]

[pearheaded]

[Nnnnooo, but could you hurry it up? He's zoning out from all the sweat and heat. Maybe trying to picture beautiful butterflies floating through a meadow or something. While on fire. Haaaa, okay, not helping at all.]

... Pear soup... No such thing...

I DON'T CARE IF THIS ICON DOESN'T MATCH I REGRET NOTHIIIIIING

[crybabyofdeath.livejournal.com]

[Hey, rescuing you in only one tag ruins the pacing of the thread okay? But now that he's close enough he'll use one of those poor unfortunate holograms as a springboard for the most dramatic leaping rescue in the history of Luceti. Livio sparkled as he dashingly whisked Ian away from the pot of boiling doom and-- okay no. Why, he was so noble and perfect in his heroic rescue that he nearly tripped on himself when he landed which probably would have crushed Ian just a tad, but such is the price to pay for such a brave knight in shining armor.]

IT'S OKAY IT'S WORTH IT AAAAALL

[pearheaded]

[/crushed]

Mmphfmph Mmmmr.

[what a hero]

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[pridefulfists.livejournal.com]

Ah, are you okay, Ian?

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[pearheaded]

Never been better! Just had a few run-ins with some particularly nasty brutes, but you know me, quick and witty! They didn't stand a chance at getting ol' Ian Kolansky! [buuuuullshit]

[Voice]

[pridefulfists.livejournal.com]

Are you sure? I can help you.

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[semper_cogitans]

... I... would appreciate a-access to your medicines, Mr. Kolansky.

[Firstly, he can actually study them now. Secondly, too many of his friends are getting hurt during this latest mess. Not seriously hurt, mind you, but enough to make him worry.]

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[pearheaded]

I can give you some, then! [—well, he worries.] Is someone hurt, Robert?

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[semper_cogitans]

Ah - many of my friends are, er, c-combatants. [He neglects to mention that eventually he might fall under this category himself.] Though the... s-simulated creatures cannot cause much d-damage, they have still done minor amounts of damage... and, c-cumulatively, it could become an issue.

As for myself... well, I have been... i-injured in crossfires, but less severely...

[Mostly, anyway.]

[Voice]

[forthezora.livejournal.com]

How have access to such medicine?

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[pearheaded]

Because I make it, of course! And it's very complicated and doctor-y work.

Need some?

[Voice]

[forthezora.livejournal.com]

If you have some to spare, I do believe it would be useful to have on hand.