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[Martel's been banished from the clinic on order of Dr. Watson and now she seemed to have some free time, but she didn't want it. She wanted to be helping down there as much as she could, but she had been banned from it. She'd already caught up on her sleep (as much as she could) and had a shower, and now... Now she wanted to do something so she didn't have to think about what had happened on that ship. Martel supposed she could go play her panpipes... Maybe she'll even visit the little Truffula tree and see how it was, maybe water it a bit for Once since he was laid up in the clinic. It wouldn't be too hard, as she was already outside in the courtyard.

But first, some filters to check up on people that she hadn't seen since they'd left that awful ship behind.]

Just so all of you know, I'm all right. [Well, all right is relative.] Please, tell me that you're at least still here as well.

[She'd already lost Zelos, she didn't want to lose anyone else right now.]

...Where are you?

[She didn't trust him to respond to the friends filter, because she hadn't called on him specifically. Martel knew that he had possibly disappeared somewhere, but... She wanted to see him. To make sure he was all right, and he'd had that bullet removed. The man did have a habit of not looking after himself and not caring if he got injured. If he didn't respond to this, though, she would just have to go looking for him. How hard could it be to find him?]

[ooc:She'll be around the courtyard if you want to run into her and possibly by the little Truffula Tree.]

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[It's written plain and simple.]

Here.

...Who is this? [She doesn't know this person's writing hand, but they must be a friend, if they were able to see the filter.]

[It takes him a little while to respond and really it's short.]

Follow the gunshots.

[SO HELPFUL REBORN. But he's outside the town a ways away from people, mucking about with frisbees and guns. Namely tossing the frisbees and then quickly grabbing his pistol and shooting it but details.]

[Yeah he's just going to keep writing, he's still in no mood for words.]

Break.

[...Why is she even surprised? Really, she shouldn't be at this point. It's a good thing gunshots are rather easy to track when you have sensitive hearing. She finally finds him and stops a good distance away, so he doesn't fire on her and because it's loud.]

[That's fine with her, as she can understand that.] Break, I'm glad you're at least safe.

[If she were anyone else he'd have been more specific, okay? After the last toss and shot though he turns to her and tips his hat to her, a pair of fancy headphones around his neck and Leon on his hat.]

Martel.

[At that she finally approaches.] Reborn, Leon. Having fun with target practice?

Built sturdy.

[Physically at least. Emotionally torn up after all that.]

...You too.

[Casually nudging a bag (one of like four) full of frisbees, with his foot he shrugs as he holsters his pistol, slipping the headphones off and passing them to her as she approaches.]

As much as to be expected.

...I'm glad. [he pauses, realizing that he probably doesn't want to talk, but he still wrote to her because she was worried.] If you need anything, don't hesitate to ask, all right?

[She does take them and puts them around her neck, a small smile on her face.]

...I'm not disturbing you, am I?

[Not that it would have stopped her in the slightest. It was nice to see him in once piece after everything.]

[He shakes his head, readjusting his hat and casually moving a foot to nudge a frisbee now, debating on if he wants to toss one up or not.]

I should stop and clean anyway, Tsuna's in no shape to do it at the moment. [He means mentally, not physically.]

I'll be fine.

[He tries to act like he doesn't care, but it never seems to actually hide how much he does.]

[She sighs at that. Tsuna wasn't in any shape to do anything, last she saw of him. That ship had been rough on him.] I know he isn't. ...Have you seen him?

[As Martel hadn't, she doesn't even know if he got the bullet wound taken care of. But she watches him nudge that frisbee, though, and can't resist.]

...If you toss it up, I'll get it.

Right. [The offer is still there, if he wishes to call up on it.]

[And she'll hear his journal close. He just wants to be left alone for now. Odds are he wont call her up on it, he's stubborn like that.]

[He shakes his head as he nudges that frisbee.] I was making sure others got off and safe. [Needed time to himself.

But then she says that and he shakes his head again but does pick one up, casually balancing it on it's edge on his hand as he does.]

You know how to throw one back?

[Another sigh.] I'm sure he's all right. He has friends here, though I hope he got that bullet removed. [She squints, though.] ....Did you get your bullet taken out?

[Because she honestly has to ask this, since she hasn't been at the clinic for the past day or so.]

I'll throw one for you after, if that's what you're asking. [Because that one's likely going to get destroyed. Though, she's not sure why he would want her too, as she throws hard.]

If anyone in the clinic knows what they are doing, he should. [And then he just sighs, sticks the frisbee under an arm and rolls up his sleeve to prove his arm is fine (though it doesn't mean he got it out).]

I'm fine.

[And no, okay that's fine by him so he shrugs, flips the frisbee between his fingers a couple times and shifts, only to toss the frisbee rather hard away from them both.]

I'm here. [He still sounds slightly lethargic, so he's about as well as one would expect.]

...Fine does not mean you got it taken out. [She narrows her eyes at him.] You didn't, did you!?

[Of all the idiotic, stupid... And then he's throwing the frisbee, and she glances at where it's going, pinpointing it, before throwing out her staff and drawing mana to her, a spell circle forming underneath her feet. But it's gone quickly because it's a low level spell, no need to draw that much power, especially for such a small target.]

Photon! [And well, that frisbee explodes in a ball of light and all that's left is mostly ash and burning material. Martel looks back at Reborn, an angry frown on her face, and pokes him in the chest with her staff.] You better tell me that I'm wrong!

Oh, good, you're all right. [At least he's still mostly all right. And just after she told Reborn she hadn't heard from him.] ...Where are you?

[Oh see that's impressive. He's watching her and then the frisbee and he likes what he sees, even starting to tip his hat to her when...

Oh. That's a staff poking his chest and he looks down at it, trying to figure out if he has enough time to slip out from in front of it if she tries that again, strategies playing in his head and then he's looking at her, one foot trying to hook another frisbee on his toe as he does.]

It's not the first time I've been shot, Martel.

[Martel is not going to attack him. Throw a frisbee at his face maybe, but she's not going to attack him. That would be rather counterproductive, wouldn't it?]

Yes, but that doesn't mean you can't get it taken care of properly! Why are you so stubborn, sometimes? Why do you not care when you get hurt, why do you shrug off people when they worry about you!? [Her eyes are stinging, and she doesn't want them to be. It's been a long, hellish few days, and this is one of the final straws. All the people she cares about are getting hurt and Zelos is dead and now Reborn is just disregarding this, like the fact that he got hurt doesn't even matter.] Stop being an idiot. Just for once, stop it. I can't take it right now.

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