[ Thanks to a helpful carpet ride home from Team Rider, the two of them are now back safe and sound in their shared dorm room, having likely clambered in from the window for stealth purposes. It turns out cutting someone in half kind of turns into a bloodbath... even their face and hair is spattered with (now dried) blood, despite their dark clothes hiding the worst of it all.
As the two of them settle back in to their makeshift headquarters, they keep their left hand steadily pressed against the hole in their right arm from one of Yuki's marbles, their lack in mana contributing to their lessened ability to stop the bleeding on their own. Upon closer inspection, the blood that seeps through their fingers looks closer to ink than anything else, staining their hand with pitch. ]
We should stay quiet. Someone could have followed us...
[ they're still feeling frazzled from everything - not to mention from leaving Yuki alive. And Team Lancer's allies... but what's done is done. They communicate telepathically to Emiri, still looking warily at the window, as though an attack could come through it at any time. ]
[Emiri is, of course, pretty much completely unharmed. Crona kept their promise and their determination to protect her, and here she is, only minorly scuffed up.
But her expression is pinched, her pigtails askew as she stares at Crona with wide eyes, and then carefully comes closer--not because she's afraid of them, but in deference of the whole "trying to be quiet" thing.]
Kay, kay, but even more importantly... you're still bleeding! You're totes still hurt... Does it hurt?
[Her dismay is as earnest and honest as the rest of her, probably unsurprisingly.]
[ And the fact that Emiri is only minorly hurt — at least they can be grateful for that. Though they suppose they were fortunate to be targeted by a pair that weren't exactly gunning to harm her... next time, they might not be so lucky. ]
I'll be fine.
[ Which isn't a no, because they don't want to lie to her - it does hurt. But, they don't want to worry her, either. As she comes closer, the grip on their arm tightens, as though trying to cork the bloodflow more in her presence. Her concern for them is, as always, foreignly warm, but rising to meet it is their caution with letting her near their infectious wound. ]
My blood will close it... eventually.
[ Though, despite their intention to reassure her, they don't sound all that certain, even mentally. ]
[They don't sound sure at all, which is... of course, not particularly reassuring?? Emiri frowns at them in response, settling herself on the ground in front of them, her legs folded beneath her neatly.]
I'm sure! I'm fine, totes fine.
[... ... ... She's very head empty most of the time, but she did at least process her obligations as a Master. It's her mana that's keeping Berserker whole and well and alive, and she's clearly not doing a very good job of it right now.
I am making the decision that she has not learned about the most spicy sorts of mana transfers because this is baby squad, but what she was told is--]
Ohmigosh! I've like, totally got it! If I give you some of my blood, you'll have more mana to heal up with!
[I have to emphasize that she is outrageously okay with this idea--determined, even. Because, well... what's a little blood loss between friends? But even more importantly, if she can help Berserker hurt less, then... she'll do whatever it takes. Because they're partners!]
[ Which they accidentally say aloud, albeit hushed. I'm declaring that this is also the only form of mana transfer they're aware of, which is all the more reason that they're against it. They kneel down with her, out of the window's frame, eyes going slightly wide with panic at the mere suggestion. Hurriedly: ]
I mean — this is nothing, for me.
[ It's fine? What's a little flesh wound here and there sometimes? They've suffered far more than this?? Even then, their greater concern is letting her have an open wound near them, where if they're not careful, she could get infected with madness. Like Soul did, like Maka did. Which would of course be their fault. They know it's the only way... and yet, that doesn't stop them from objecting to it, especially when she SEEMS SO EAGER TO DO IT?? And because she's their partner! Their... friend. And what kind of friend would sign on to this? At the very least, their response sounds more like a stressed out, disbelieving complaint than anything else, dismay evident in every inch of their body language. ]
Do you even know how you'd do it? You're suggesting it so suddenly...
[Listen, sometimes you're a magical girl from Madoka in particular and blood and stab wounds just happen. Sometimes it's like that!
Their dismay and immediate disagreement does sway her; she cocks her head to one side, but she's not the sort to force anyone to do anything, as much as she wants to help.
But... well, she can at least answer that, even if she's simmered down a bit from her eagerness.]
Well... I dunno. I could cut my hand... that'd be, like, pretty easy.
It would heal fast, too, because I'm an M-Girl! Do ya think that'd work?
[ Magical girls can regenerate... huh. They learn something new everyday. But funnily enough, the knowledge that she wouldn't be hurt much by it (at least not for long) does reassure them more. ]
It might work. It's just... my blood, you can't let it touch your wound.
[ Their shoulders knit in, and their expression reads something close to shame. The black blood in their veins is a versatile and formidable weapon — but it makes it too easy to hurt others, even unintentionally. The more the wound spills, the more it feels that they will only stain her, inside and out, if she comes too near. ]
It... makes people sick. And I don't want you to get hurt...
[Oh, that does add an extra layer of complication to her plan. She can't touch Berserker's blood, huh...? It's not like that's a problem or even something that she finds particularly weird--so long as it doesn't bother Crona, she figures it's okay.
But...
Her plan had been something along the lines of a blood oath where she'd cut her hand and stick it onto Berserker wherever there was an open cut of their own. If that's no longer an option...
She thinks it over with her arms crossed, thoughtful.]
Hm, hmm, hmmm... got it. So that means that's, like, totes out. So... I think our only option is to, like, vampire it up.
[ Listen, they've eaten (way more than) their fair share of souls. But at the very least, they can't remember drinking the blood of anyone before. It'd be far from the worst thing they'd ever done, but still... they can't help but be tentative. ]
Are you sure?
[ It's her that would be in the position of weirdness and discomfort, so they'll let her have the freedom to dictate how it should be done, if she really is okay with it. Now that the adrenaline from the battle is starting to wear off — it's not as easy to completely deny the need for her help. ]
[This is... just what's happening here, I guess. Berserker was injured in that fight, and Emiri can fix it--so of course she's going to fix it, no matter what!
So!
She just adds, chipper in their mindlink:]
Anyway, vampires are supposed to be, like, really romantic. For some reason...? I don't really get it, but it means it's probs fine to give it a shot.
[Isn't that convincing?]
How do you wanna do it? [Drink her blood, she means.]
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As the two of them settle back in to their makeshift headquarters, they keep their left hand steadily pressed against the hole in their right arm from one of Yuki's marbles, their lack in mana contributing to their lessened ability to stop the bleeding on their own. Upon closer inspection, the blood that seeps through their fingers looks closer to ink than anything else, staining their hand with pitch. ]
We should stay quiet. Someone could have followed us...
[ they're still feeling frazzled from everything - not to mention from leaving Yuki alive. And Team Lancer's allies... but what's done is done. They communicate telepathically to Emiri, still looking warily at the window, as though an attack could come through it at any time. ]
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But her expression is pinched, her pigtails askew as she stares at Crona with wide eyes, and then carefully comes closer--not because she's afraid of them, but in deference of the whole "trying to be quiet" thing.]
Kay, kay, but even more importantly... you're still bleeding! You're totes still hurt... Does it hurt?
[Her dismay is as earnest and honest as the rest of her, probably unsurprisingly.]
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I'll be fine.
[ Which isn't a no, because they don't want to lie to her - it does hurt. But, they don't want to worry her, either. As she comes closer, the grip on their arm tightens, as though trying to cork the bloodflow more in her presence. Her concern for them is, as always, foreignly warm, but rising to meet it is their caution with letting her near their infectious wound. ]
My blood will close it... eventually.
[ Though, despite their intention to reassure her, they don't sound all that certain, even mentally. ]
You're sure you weren't hurt...?
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I'm sure! I'm fine, totes fine.
[... ... ... She's very head empty most of the time, but she did at least process her obligations as a Master. It's her mana that's keeping Berserker whole and well and alive, and she's clearly not doing a very good job of it right now.
I am making the decision that she has not learned about the most spicy sorts of mana transfers because this is baby squad, but what she was told is--]
Ohmigosh! I've like, totally got it! If I give you some of my blood, you'll have more mana to heal up with!
[I have to emphasize that she is outrageously okay with this idea--determined, even. Because, well... what's a little blood loss between friends? But even more importantly, if she can help Berserker hurt less, then... she'll do whatever it takes. Because they're partners!]
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[ Which they accidentally say aloud, albeit hushed. I'm declaring that this is also the only form of mana transfer they're aware of, which is all the more reason that they're against it. They kneel down with her, out of the window's frame, eyes going slightly wide with panic at the mere suggestion. Hurriedly: ]
I mean — this is nothing, for me.
[ It's fine? What's a little flesh wound here and there sometimes? They've suffered far more than this?? Even then, their greater concern is letting her have an open wound near them, where if they're not careful, she could get infected with madness. Like Soul did, like Maka did. Which would of course be their fault. They know it's the only way... and yet, that doesn't stop them from objecting to it, especially when she SEEMS SO EAGER TO DO IT?? And because she's their partner! Their... friend. And what kind of friend would sign on to this? At the very least, their response sounds more like a stressed out, disbelieving complaint than anything else, dismay evident in every inch of their body language. ]
Do you even know how you'd do it? You're suggesting it so suddenly...
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Their dismay and immediate disagreement does sway her; she cocks her head to one side, but she's not the sort to force anyone to do anything, as much as she wants to help.
But... well, she can at least answer that, even if she's simmered down a bit from her eagerness.]
Well... I dunno. I could cut my hand... that'd be, like, pretty easy.
It would heal fast, too, because I'm an M-Girl! Do ya think that'd work?
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[ Magical girls can regenerate... huh. They learn something new everyday. But funnily enough, the knowledge that she wouldn't be hurt much by it (at least not for long) does reassure them more. ]
It might work. It's just... my blood, you can't let it touch your wound.
[ Their shoulders knit in, and their expression reads something close to shame. The black blood in their veins is a versatile and formidable weapon — but it makes it too easy to hurt others, even unintentionally. The more the wound spills, the more it feels that they will only stain her, inside and out, if she comes too near. ]
It... makes people sick. And I don't want you to get hurt...
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But...
Her plan had been something along the lines of a blood oath where she'd cut her hand and stick it onto Berserker wherever there was an open cut of their own. If that's no longer an option...
She thinks it over with her arms crossed, thoughtful.]
Hm, hmm, hmmm... got it. So that means that's, like, totes out. So... I think our only option is to, like, vampire it up.
[I am so sorry.
But, well, here we are.]
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Like... drinking it...?
[ Listen, they've eaten (way more than) their fair share of souls. But at the very least, they can't remember drinking the blood of anyone before. It'd be far from the worst thing they'd ever done, but still... they can't help but be tentative. ]
Are you sure?
[ It's her that would be in the position of weirdness and discomfort, so they'll let her have the freedom to dictate how it should be done, if she really is okay with it. Now that the adrenaline from the battle is starting to wear off — it's not as easy to completely deny the need for her help. ]
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[This is... just what's happening here, I guess. Berserker was injured in that fight, and Emiri can fix it--so of course she's going to fix it, no matter what!
So!
She just adds, chipper in their mindlink:]
Anyway, vampires are supposed to be, like, really romantic. For some reason...? I don't really get it, but it means it's probs fine to give it a shot.
[Isn't that convincing?]
How do you wanna do it? [Drink her blood, she means.]