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[flynninomite]

[The video clicks on to a claustrophobic view of what appears to be dark fabric, then abruptly shifts, tipping upwards to reveal a scowling man looking like he's seen (much) better days. Judging from the angle, the netbook is being propped up on his knee with one hand while he sits reclined against a wall; the other hand is pressed firmly to his stomach. It quickly becomes clear that the fabric isn't dark - it's just covered in blood, both beneath his hand and again at his left shoulder. His face is similarly accented by a few cuts and bruises, not to mention a fair amount of dirt.]

Testing, testing- [A strong English accent, interrupted by a cough.] I don't know what the hell this is about, but I'm guessing it's not heaven. Either way, I'd like to stick around long enough to find out. The odd woman said I could get assistance on this thing - so here I am, calling for assistance.

Can I get a sodding doctor over here?

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[musclebeast]

D --> What is a sodding doctor
D --> Is sodding a type of medical practice, or an adjective for emphasis

video because he is too busy putting pressure on wounds for texting

[flynninomite]

[Also texting would not capture the full magnitude of his irritation at this line of questioning.]

You're serious? It's an adjective for emphasis, mate. [The emphasis on this one is clearly not meant to be one of kinship.] A doctor, I need a doctor, sodding optional.

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[musclebeast]

D --> I am serious and also not your mate
D --> Thirdly, I am not a doctor

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[flynninomite]

[If throwing the netbook at the nearest wall wouldn't lead to him having to just crawl over to retrieve it, Flynn would be doing just that. Instead, he settles for shaking it in frustration, clearly wishing he could shake the person on the other end of the texts in its place.]

Fourthly, you aren't much good to me then, are you? And what's the deal with the bizarre protocol? [He really has better things to do than discuss formatting - like bleeding out - but hey, it's not like he's going anywhere.]

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[deadelfwalking]

[He definitely ain't a doctor, but he stops when he sees Flynn bleeding everywhere, regardless. He pauses, looking over the extent of the injuries, his expression appraising. He flexes and then relaxes his fingers, as though agitated. His voice is a growl.]

I've seen worse.

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[flynninomite]

[Flynn would like to pretend this is the first time he's seen what looks to be a reanimated corpse, but sadly it isn't. His eyebrows do rise precariously high on his forehead as he takes in Koltira's appearance - that hair's pretty bold, guy - but otherwise he doesn't comment.]

Yeah? Where's that - in the mirror?

[Okay, so he comments a bit.]

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[deadelfwalking]

[DO YOU WANT TO DIE, FLYNN? BECAUSE THAT CAN BE FUCKING ARRANGED. He kneels down in front of Flynn so that they are eye-level, and stares at him with his horrible, unearthly blue eyes. In truth, it's difficult for him to do this--he's been in this town for almost a month already, and despite the promise of a war, they haven't been sent on any missions. The desire to hurt something is reaching unbearable heights, and you're already half-dead, buddy.]

You've got quite a mouth, haven't you? Am I to assume that means you would prefer to continue bleeding to death against this wall?

[gamblinman]

What the hell? They didn't even bother to patch you up after they yanked you here? That's messed up.

[flynninomite]

The proof is in the pudding.

To be fair, the hostess didn't seem to be playing with a full deck. Did make the situation a bit awkward. [As if magically appearing in a strange world engaged in a time war wasn't awkward all on its own.]

[gamblinman]

Yeah, because otherwise it would have been a perfectly normal body-snatching.

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[totallytrustworthy]

[Oh Harry, when it comes to luck, you always seem to draw the absolute shortest stick possible. And Chloe can't forget the last time she saw you looking like this, so she can guess exactly when you were yanked out of time and space, which...honestly isn't that great for her either.

So instead of kicking the guy while he's down, or setting an already crumbling bridge on fire with napalm, she opts for text. Nice, simple, unidentifiable text.]

I hope whoever gave you those grisly gifts didn't come crawling into this world with you.

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[flynninomite]

[He doesn't seem remotely phased by the anonymous part - not like he's expecting any familiar faces, anyway. Anonymous text messages are hardly the weirdest thing to happen to him today.]

Yeah, unlikely. I left with a bit of a bang. [There's the slightest contradictory hints of pride and sadness in there, but the overwhelming tone is sarcasm. Laughing to keep from crying, probably - if Lazarevic followed him here he'd rather shoot himself and be done with it.]

Why so shy? Don't suppose you've got a degree in bullet holes. Patching them up, that is.

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[totallytrustworthy]

Must be a relief for you, then. You know, despite the bleeding.

[Considering denial isn't exactly the best friend that it used to be when it comes to her life, the sadness in his voice isn't lost on her.]

Let's just say I prefer my privacy and leave it at that. As for the degree, no such luck. Always been better at making them rather than fixing them up.

VIDEO | HEEEEERE WE GO

[omicron]

[ hey, stiles just met you, and this is crazy, but you look like a dude from a game he's played, so confirm that maybe??? ]

Dude, gross.

[ seriously, get that looked at. he's getting sympathy pains. ]

[flynninomite]

[ Insert McCall me maybe joke here??? ]

Yeah, gross. Kind of the point of the S.O.S. Commentary from the peanut gallery, on the other hand, not so much the point.

[ Flynn looks mildly disgusted by the fact that he's being heckled by a child while bleeding to death - he wasn't expecting that much from his last moments, but honestly. ]

[omicron]

[ AWOOOOO ]

Well, I can't exactly help you. This is the next best thing. Talking keeps you alert, you know—so you're not so likely to die a horrible lonely death.

[ it's kind of sad that he's seen so much shit lately that people bleeding out on-camera doesn't affect him as much as it should—or can—if he were actually there. he feels pretty terrible about this whole stupid situation as it is, and he's sorry your life sucks, dude, but shit happens. often. unfortunately.

and he's curious.

he looks concerned, at least, behind narrowed eyes and a slightly nauseous twist to his mouth. ]

So, what is it? Knife wound? Bullet?

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[inwhichwar]

[Well. Isn't that a cheerful sight.]

It would be of great help to know where over here is at, young man. Your surroundings, can you describe them please?

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[flynninomite]

[ Oh thank god, a professional - Flynn was almost ready to write himself off. ]

It's a shitty alley with shitty company. [ He is actually making an effort, despite appearances. There's just not a lot to go on. ]

I don't suppose these things have GPS?

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[inwhichwar]

Mmph. I suppose it is possible. I'm not so good with the verdammt gizmo just yet, but let me see what it is I can do.

[Fidgeting and fiddling with the aforementioned verdammt gizmo goes here, while she keeps speaking.]

So, what is it that happened to give you the injury? Details I don't need, but some idea of what caused the wound, that's useful.

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[gained_a_level]

Balthazar? You're injured.

[ At first glance, the inflection of Flynn's voice, his appearance... all of them tug at his memory and speak Balthazar. But on closer inspection, there are those little details... mannerisms and ticks that say something is off.

Cas' expression hardens with determination. ]

I'll be there immediately. Where are you?

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[flynninomite]

[ Balthawhat? Flynn hasn't the slightest idea what this guy's talking about, but hey, help is help. ]

Uh, yeah, mate - appreciate it. No idea about the where, though. Fresh off the boat. Give me a second, see if this glorified iPad's any use.

[ There's a bit of fumbling and cursing, but eventually he manages to find his location and forward it. ]

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[gained_a_level]

[ It's the mate that stands out even more, tugging his memory into a different direction entirely. One where another looked so similar to Balthazar, his friend and brother, but wasn't.

Not Balthazar, Flynn. A human.

In any case, there is a low whump of displaced air and the distant flapping of feathers heralding the unassuming angel's sudden arrival from somewhere behind him, and the same low baritone heard through the feed earlier stating: ]

...Flynn?

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[tis_disapproval]

[All the squinting and puzzlement. Have someone who sounds like a less Australian version of Chloe Frazer.]

You are... Who are you?

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[flynninomite]

[ It takes him a second to reply - at the sound of her voice, he's busy squinting pretty hard at his screen, too. ]

... Harry Flynn. And you are?

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[tis_disapproval]

[Fascinating...]

Morrigan. And you speak not unlike... Know you of Ferelden and its King?