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[ooc: The violence is done, and it's not that graphic, but please don't read if mutilated bodies, blood, and traumatic reactions bother you. There's no need for colors. Setsuna can't talk.]

[Setsuna's passed out in the forest, blood on his face. Speaking of, it's fairly feminine, so those that didn't know him, seeing him in a wig and a dress, might very well think the boy a girl. Easily. And somehow his device chose NOW to switch on, maybe it was knocked by a twitch. Whatever it was, it's recording. And Setsuna's just laying there, motionless, wrists nothing but stumps were hands used to be, in crudely placed, bloody bandages, and blood trickling out his mouth.]

[Pass a certain point in a forest this dense and navigation becomes mostly guesswork. Chase has begun thinking of his own safety by the time chance has him stumbling over a clearing - out of shot, out of audio range of Setsuna's dropped network device. Nothing catches the shock on his face, or hears his response]

Oh, God. [By the time the device captures him at the scene, he's moving purposefully, dropping to one knee over the (boy? girl? he doesn't know the kid but he's aware this murderer likes playing dress up) and reaching for one bound and bloodied stump.]

[Setsuna's groggy, but weakly reacts to slight noise and feel of a hand near a center of agonizing, burning pain. Despite wanting to wrench his arm away, his movements are sluggish and it goes no where. His eyes are completely unfocused and lidded, as though his vision is terribly blurred. When he finally realizes someone is there, though, an incomprehensible sound - a word might have been intended - comes from his mouth, and he pulls back with more vigor, eyes wide and clearly frightened. There's little he can do, other than stare at Chase with absolute fear.]

[A spike in blood pressure is exactly what the kid with severed limbs needs right now. Trying not to react to the mess of red and black gore that he finds himself looking into during that aborted, tongueless attempt to speak, Chase pushes a hand firmly against Setsuna's shoulder, keeping him down.]

Try not to waste your energy. This'll be easier for both of us the more you stay still.

[Setsuna had been about to calm, not being harmed. Having hands on him, though, frightened Setsuna once more, and in the process of trying to dredge up enough energy to do anything but remain there, Setsuna accidentally nudges the device with his foot and it shuts off, the feed ending just as more of his unsuccessful, fearful attempts to get away start.]

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[He's been looking for Setsuna already. It doesn't matter that he's wearing a wig and a dress - evil tongues might say it even helps - he recognizes him right away and he doesn't waste time, doesn't bother watching all of it. It isn't the first time he has seen things like this. So many reincarnations of her, slaughtered in the most horrifying ways. Always practical, the sense of purpose overshadows any feeling of horror he might have felt. There is no time to waste and so he tracks Setsuna down fast.

Them. He doesn't know Chase, has never seen Chase, but what he sees of him now doesn't exactly bode well for the doctor.

Kira had his katana ready, eyes cold as he stared at Chase.]

Get away from him.

[It's Chase's luck that he's that close to Setsuna, or he'd have been struck down without any hesitation.]

That's not a good idea right now.

[Quick as Kira was, Chase has assessed the damage by the time he finds them, and the kit he has with him is barely going to be enough of a band aid to get him to the hospital.

He's been speaking to Setsuna as he works, clearing up the fear as much as that's possible with reassurances that he's a doctor. He's here to help. Still, the view Kira has is of the man, bloodied, stripped of any defining uniform, bent over the boy like he has a job to finish. He doesn't even look back at the interruption, not at first.

And when he does.]

This is filming. [His own network device - he's still unaware of Setsuna's. But if this is the attacker it's not a movie they'll enjoy starring in.] Not a good idea for you to come any closer, either.

[He's tired, barely awake any longer, but calm. He wanted to say thank you to Chase, but.... When Kira appears Setsuna seems to perk a bit, then they seem to distrust each other and Setsuna's expression crumbles. He shakes his head at Kira - no, this guy is okay. Then he shakes his head at Chase - no he's my best friend, and he probably needs to be by me now. But with the kid's pained expression, not much of that might translate.]

[No, it doesn't translate terribly well, even if Kira would be paying more attention to Setsuna. He assumes that he is drugged out of his mind, so his opinion on the situation isn't really to be taken into consideration.]

Convincing.

[Chase seems unarmed, so he pretty much just grabs his shoulder to pull him away from Setsuna and then proceeds to try and pin him down. The only reason he's not killing him yet is that he knows he can't have done this alone.]

['Trying' to pin an unarmed man down is remarkably easy when holding a Japanese sword. Chase can put up a fight but he's aware when he's outmatched and the steel alone ensures that. He wets his lips, tamping down the panic.

(What happened to Lavina's attackers in that play?)]

She's dying. [Setsuna.] You've made an attempt at preventing that, but it's not going to hold out long. You need me, alive, if you want to stick to the script.

[Setsuna wants to look horrified and alarmed, but there's only a mild show of that displayed on his face. It's clear he's upset, though. Okay, he's not a girl, but beyond that, NO! He can't die here! He can't! He doesn't know what will happen if he does. Kira, stop being an idiot!

Setsuna would normally be reaching out, but it's just his arm extended now, while the blond just slumps there, tired and frustrated. And, dammit, Kira, he might actually need this guy.

Senpai. There's no real words there, just a sound, and it's painful. Setsuna closes his mouth shut after that, eyes blurring. No, he doesn't want to cry. A headache on top of everything else would suck. He's so cold...and tired, and scared, and KNOCK IT OFF, KIRA!]

He doesn't die so easily. And I won't let him die.

[His eyes are narrowed. He knows the play himself, being quite studious, delinquent persona aside, and he knows all that happened to Lavina. Again, he has seen worse happen, but that didn't mean he liked it.]

Sticking to the script?

[Luckily for everyone involved, Kira happened to be a smart kid. So although he keeps the tip of his katana on Chase's throat, he doesn't actually hurt him. Yet.]

What did you do to him?

Sticking to the script. The girl survives.

[Lavinia. Chase knows the play but it's not exactly one of the classics. Still, scenes like this do tend to stick in the mind. She lives. Her father kills her.

He's ready to go into the off-the-cuff English lit revision session, but the next question - what did you do to him? - slots other pieces into place. Catching his breath for a second, chase could almost laugh if it wouldn't set the katana into his skin.]

Oh god, you were looking for him too. [And as formal introductions only seem appropriate, now.] Doctor Chase. I was finding him, and with any luck keeping him from bleeding out before I could get him to the hospital. Think I could get back to that?

[Yeah, Kira, you might want to let the good doctor do that, seeing as Setsuna's body finally gives out again and, mercilessly, lets him pass out once more. Still with his arm out, wanting to stop Kira.

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Sakuya Kira. Kira is enough.

[He looks at him a moment longer, as if somehow he could stare right into his mind if he only stared hard enough, then he pulls the katana back, slides it back into its sheath. He even offers Chase a hand up.]

I didn't know, doc, sorry.

[His demeanor changes with his expression, threatening and serious before, now a lot more harmless and like a teenager instead of some deadly force of vengeance.].

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