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TEST DRIVE MEME
HOW TO: Post with your character in what will be a fixed setting for the first round! Do a top level, respond to others! If your thread is substantial, it can be used as a first-person on your application! Remember that this is not game canon, and everyone is welcome!

You were just ushered into a large park by a murder of loud and insistent crows who somehow manage to get the gate shut behind you before they fly off. The park is awfully green for such a dead-looking town. It's dusk, and things are starting to get a little noisy at the edge of the tall iron fence that surrounds the area. There are gazebos, cobblestone pathways, gentle slopes, and of course, the lake and the island with the large, dead tree. It's full of crows, and if you stare at them, they'll all stare back. Feel free to take a load off on one of the many iron and wood benches, but the gates to the city are closed!

This does not, however, mean you are barred from ghost-watching as night progresses. Remember, they won't see you!

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[Well.

That's a lot of blood.

A lot of blood and a very still, very pale form sprawled out on the grass. Still breathing, thankfully, though it's very ragged, shallow. And his eyes are firmly shut. Even his clothing looks like it's been ravaged.

But, if you stare at him long enough... it sure does look as if his eyes are trying to open.]

[ Oh my god this man is bleeding to death.

[ Levi kneels down on the ground, eyebrows furrowed as he tries to survey the damage from where he is. They're not far off from the lake. If he needs to, he can go get water, but for now... ]

Can you hear me?

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[There's little in the way of a response. It's like trying to claw his way up out of deep water. He knows there's a voice. He should answer. It's only polite.]

[But he manages only a rough, choking noise, accompanied by more blood.]

[ Well, nothing to do but try to find and bind the wounds, right? Levi kneels down, putting his weight on his good leg, and starts to search him, trying to find the source of the blood. ]

[It's... a mess.]

[It's honestly probably easier to say what isn't damaged, rather than what is. But, at the very least, his leg, and part of his torso appear the most mangled. It's sort of amazing all his organs are in one place.]

[This time.]

[ Okay, well, time to see if we can save this sorry son of a bitch. Time to tear cloth and start making bandages. ]

[Sometime during all of this, one of those eyes flicks open, watching the other man steadily.]

[He doesn't speak, or move. He just watches him.]

[Levi isn't bad at this, but he's no professional. Holding the wounds tightly closed is all he can offer.]

... are you coherent?

[He lets out a rasping sort of sound. Probably a breath.]

... yes.

[ He raises up three fingers. ]

How many?

[His eyes focus, just for a moment, before they go glassy again.]

Th... thr... ee.

... There's not much I can do for you here. Especially when we're not allowed out of this park.

[ He's telling him straight; he doesn't know if this guy is savable or not. ]

Where...?

[Where are they?]

[He'd have asked who this man was, but that hardly seems important, for the moment.]

No one here seems to know where "here" is.

Ah...

[He goes quiet again, for a while.]

Thank you. For... the attempt.

[ Staring is exactly what Legato Bluesummers is doing.

[ He's not moving to help. Nor does he appear to be shocked into stillness. He's simply watching the man bleed. Watching, as the man's eyes struggle to open.

[ And why wouldn't he watch? There are very few things more satisfying than watching the life fade from a human's eyes. ]

[Then he'll also get to watch as, after the struggle continues, those green eyes flicker open, a little steadier.]

[His hand clenches in the grass, gasping raggedly as he tries hauling himself onto his elbows.]

[It would be nice if he could heal himself. Really nice.]

[ Even as the man struggles to rise, Legato doesn't move to assist. He just keeps on watching, noting that this is indeed a very determined human. The effort, however, will likely be entirely fruitless. ]

Are you going to die?

[ The monotone voice is oddly soothing, but its complete lack of concern is undeniable. ]

[He's... distantly surprised by the voice. It's nothing he remembers. Nothing familiar -- nothing that should be there.]

[His head sort of flops back to the ground with a grunt of pain. And his voice is strained, though he still makes an effort to be polite.]

I... certainly hope not.

[ The man can speak. Perhaps he's not quite as close to death as first suspected. ]

Why not? [ Humanity's obsession with clinging to life always disgusted him. ] Are you afraid to die?

TEST DRIVE MEME: The First (Fixed Setting)

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ok back now STILL SCREAMING THOUGH

OOOPS??

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html is for people who don't tag on laggy phones

that's FIIINE

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sorry not sorry

you're so kind legato

isn't he just?

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