[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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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.]