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futurefind · 7 months

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Or, includes Sasume using "SOS" familiars, one of which may have gone to your muse... :3

She should've known there was poison.

But her fights were too frenzied, too brutal, for her to pay attention to anything besides where are the enemies and seal up any wounds with ice.

Assorted minor cuts, fuck knows how many bruises and scrapes for later. Gashes down her left leg, a savage tear across her abdomen.

A skewer straight through her chest, her right lung with it, barely missing the ribs — but she has practice, and while she knows better than to touch it now, she knows how to use ice to keep it firmly in place. Make a drain to keep her lung as clear as she can, and root that still too.

All in all: it could've been worse. Needing a healer is always a logistical nightmare, but once they stitched her up she'd be fine within a week. In a few months, only her chest would have any scarring that'd last.

Then her mind starts to slip away from her, goes wrong, and she distantly realizes the skewer's burning. Not like proper pain, nor a busted lung, or even a shit stained papercut: wrong wrong wrong. She chokes on blood, ignores it and lets it spill out, thick and blackened, and double and triple checks she still has Third up via her claws.

"Fuck," she swears, just to make sure she can, and that, too, already comes out sluggish. Heavy. Before she forgets she pulls two ice birds and sends them off, one to the healer — she doesn't have the time to write actual messages, but they can do 'panicked' behavior well enough.

Her hand quakes already, and she thinks at least one bird's partially deformed. She ignores it, and pretends her mind coming loose isn't making it too easy.

Makes a giant, too-brittle walking stick of ice, grips her side, and hobbles after one of her birds towards the healer's.

She isn't sure how she's still moving, outside of second nature. Her visions gone mostly black, mottling in and out as the world spins. If she's passed anyone, and if anyone recognizes her from when she'd been hired— if any of them even cared, or were just scared off, she can't tell.

Sasume shoulders into the healer's, ignoring anything else beyond someone being at the counter. Drops a bloody purse of coin in front of them, somehow not tipping over even as she wheezes every breath.

"I... 'need a..." she isn't sure if she's actually speaking, or if she's just thinking it loud. Her body feels like mud drowned by high-tide and her head is little better.

She doesn't even realize when everything goes black.

#open // sasume #ic // sasume #v: ?#blood //#injury //#impalement //#as for What she was fighting or the job #or if the poison was incidental Or it was all targeted against sa specifically #who knows :3 free real estate !!#ur also free to have ur muse swooped in Before she arrived at the healer's if u want uwu #otherwise? sa's gonna wake up to them at her proverbial beside uwu #whether she called for them / let them kno or theyre just a snoopy mc snooperson #also ft a nod to how bamf sa is :'3 since she Culdve walked it off if not for poison #(but then she wouldve sent no sos birbs so...)#open //

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