✪ Focus on others, not on ones self ✪ [Audio]

[loyal_cube]

[Cube's voice, although weak and trembling, can be heard just barely]

There are some-- medical supplies... in my basket, on the roof...

...there also is- first aid kit... in- cafe.






please stay alive



((OOC: Acton welcome, if anyone is around. Otherwise, he'll just be over here, dying... not responding very much))

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[Voice] dad why you do this D8

[u-n-asplode.livejournal.com]

[She doesn't like that, no sir.]

Cube! Cube! Where are you? CUBE!

[TAKING OFF OUT THE NEAREST WINDOW you may hear some shattering glass]

[hollisland.livejournal.com]

[Hello, you're being shot at! Corpses don't just make themselves you know.]

[u-n-asplode.livejournal.com]

[OW

MY RIBS

Flandre's wings shudder, and her flight falters. It felt like
she had been hit in the torso with a sledgehammer, and whoever had done so had set one of her lungs ablaze in passing.]

No one fires at my Not!Daughter

[loyal_cube]

[He was saving his energy, in hopes someone would come to him but--

This was unacceptable.

Cube barely props the rifle up before taking a shot from the roof, laser aimed at the armored "idiot." He couldn't see if he made a hit or miss, though. His vision was blurring.]

[hollisland.livejournal.com]

[Just like goose hunting--

What. Ow. Who put that hole in my arm?

And his sleeve catches fire too. Brb stop drop and roll!]

Daaad D8

[u-n-asplode.livejournal.com]

[The flash of light distracts her from the sensation that one of her lungs was filling with flaming lead; Flandre wheezes, and spits flecks of dark blood; the same color has started to make ugly blotches on her shirt. She was going to need some new clothes after all this.

But right now, she practically locks onto the soldier. And growls, hideously. Her wings, though shaking, propel her straight at him like a guided missile, claws raised.]

[hollisland.livejournal.com]

[Holy Christ what. Flying, okay, but a harpy? He shoots wildly while he tries to get her off-- his sleeve is still smoldering a little.]

[u-n-asplode.livejournal.com]

[Almost, but not quite the right species, try again!

...preferably when there aren't razor-sharp teeth snapping at his face and neck and other squishy targets.

Flandre's body shudders again, though, and jerks back as her right cheek is blasted away, revealing too-sharp teeth and bloody scraps.]

[hollisland.livejournal.com]

[This is getting really gory really fast. She's slicing his face open with those fangs of hers, and he's shooting blind. In a test of endurance, who would win?]

[u-n-asplode.livejournal.com]

[Flandre's face burned; her lungs were both heavy and stung with each breath, and there was probably another bullet lodged somewhere in her abdomen; too many things just hurt.

But not everything. The vampire reaches up, grasping his shoulders--and then snaps her head forwards, air whistling between her now-exposed teeth as her jaws sought to snap down on something, anything--and then grip and crunch like a vise.]

[hollisland.livejournal.com]

[When she buries her fangs into his jugular, he's gone for. But he's still firing, and keeps firing as he starts to lose consciousness, slowly bleeding out.]

[u-n-asplode.livejournal.com]

[As soon as Flandre's teeth clamp down and blood that was not her own floods into her mouth, the vampire instinctively starts jerking her head back and forth like a dog worrying a rat. The idea was to break the soldier's neck like a twig.

She wasn't counting on more bullets to the guts, though.

Oh well. It's not like she needed those kidneys anyway.



That still really hurts, though. Really. Flandre's grip starts to loosen a bit.]

[hollisland.livejournal.com]

[Slowly, his body goes limp as he bleeds out from his now-broken neck. He certainly wasn't counting on a rabid vampire, huh.]

i can speel

[u-n-asplode.livejournal.com]

[BREAK GLASS IN CASE OF ZOMBIES







er]

[Voice]

[pilot_princess]

Cube?! Cube, don't die on me like this!

[Voice]

[loyal_cube]

[Sorry, he kinda spent his last moments of life getting revenge. Your words are barely heard as he blacks out.]

[prodigal-axe.livejournal.com]

Cube! HEY, answer me...

[loyal_cube]

[Sorry, he can't.]

[prodigal-axe.livejournal.com]

.... Damn it.