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[squartatore]

Doesn't look good...

[since she went to bed early, Sayaka missed all the ruckus going down last night. While headed down the steps of Gaudium Tower, the journal catches the tail end of her thinking aloud, but also distracts her from noticing another presence until it gets close...

...too close.

The cat springs.

Everything happens quickly. Before she can react, the cat has already begun making its escape. Thrown off balance, the leg she was taking her next step with gone, Sayaka tumbles down the stairway, journal landing somewhere in the distance. The open pages record a shocked cry fading as she falls further away from them, mixed among sickening thumps]

[much, much later, unknowingly dictated:]

WHY ISN'T THIS WORKING?!

[ooc: open to responses for either part! the second is journal-only.]

Comments

dictated

[billiardsplz]

Dude, I already did.

[Do you hear that soft stomping noise Sayaka]

dictated

[squartatore]

[oh yes (艸)

she's not ungrateful that this bothers him...but there is no need for going to such an extent either...so here, have a groan, most assuredly not caused by pain]

dictated/action

[billiardsplz]

Heh, you're welcome!

[meanwhile, have a Sudowoodo]

Sudo!

dictated/action 5ever id...ek also 1/2

[squartatore]

That was fast.

[squartatore]

[there's really not much she can do now that the Sudowoodo is here, so she gives it a fistbump in greeting and goes back to ambling up the stairs]

Thanks, I guess...to both of you.

[billiardsplz]

Be careful and watch each other's backs.

[Sutaro quickly goes to her side with the missing leg and eases a branch under her arm as support]

Sudowoodo!

[squartatore]

Yeah. You take care, too.

[talk about not knowing how much you needed something until you get it. Leaning onto Sutaro helps a lot with the journey, short as it might be]

[billiardsplz]

[Sutaro helps Sayaka to the door, fumbling with the knob because what are hands]

Sudo?

[squartatore]

... ... ...

[wondering if Gold makes decisions like this in battle too...

with a sigh, she nudges at Sutaro to get him to move, opening the door and limping in]

[billiardsplz]

[Sutaro would tell

if human talk

Anyway, Sutaro follows her in and shuts the door behind him, because grabbing the handle is easy enough]

Sudo? [Sutaro gestures to her missing leg]

[squartatore]

[peers down, following the gesture, even if she already knows what is -- or rather, isn't there]

It's OK. I'll be OK. [the worst (from her fall) has been more or less fixed up, so now the real focus is on regenerating her leg] I just don't like the idea of that thing running loose.

[billiardsplz]

[Sutaro deflates a little, worried]

Sudowoodo...

[squartatore]

[and she'll reach for Sutaro again, trying to be reassuring]

I've got you, right?

[billiardsplz]

Sudo!

[Sutaro brightens that she's actually being affectionate, taking her hand in one branch and saluting with the other]

Sudowoodo!