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[ and, in fact, he's already getting to Lasso and making his way out towards the desert. Bless whoever put a tracking application as a feature on the jewelry here.]
I am on my way. Please remain calm.
does tag order asher -> zen -> jin work?
What an ironic thing to say, when panic has consumed him entirely.
The family is gathered around Jin's body, tending to him by monitoring his breathing and ensuring that he is comfortable. Asher can hardly sit still and checks the window every few seconds, hoping to see something in the distance or at least hear the sound of horses.
Silence is all he has now, silence and a few whispers, and it's not enough to the quiet the screaming in his mind.
There comes a knock at the door, and although Asher moves as if to answer it, the man of the house does the honor.]
Yesssss
With how heavy the orbs look, one could certainly think Zenyatta was just about to drop the metal piece on Jin's head. Instead though, it hovers over Jin a foot in the air, a strand of golden light "attaching" it to the more organic-based monk.
For Jin, the bright, warm light hovering just in front of his face is probably going to give him the wrong impression- that he's going into the light. It might even feel like it, being made of positive energy, and a distinctive but gradual feeling of "wholeness" with the universe. Sorry Jin.
With this done, he takes a gentle seat next to Jin, and finally brings his attention to Asher.]
Thank you for calling me here, Asher. Unfortunately, now we simply wait. He will wake up soon.
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Fortunately, Zenyatta's orb works. The pallor leaves Jin's face and the color flushes back; the bruises slowly fade away, the cuts begin stitching themselves back into nothing. But that feeling of peace, of being one... that's definitely not what he should be feeling, not when he remembers nearly bleeding out, Koltira's magic tight around his neck. He's absolutely gotten the wrong idea about what's going on here. Jin stirs, his eyes closed yet flinching in the strange light just past his eyelids-- his head turns stubbornly away from the bright light and his arms begin to move.
Kung Jin, dying on some stupid cowboy planet? With so much left for him to do? Like hell. He'd let his soul kick temporarily off to the Netherrealm before he allowed it to passed on.]
No... [he murmurs almost sleepily, until his volume suddenly hitches. In a swift, jerking movement, he throws the Qorral blanket off his body and half-tugs Asher's jacket off--] I'm not friggin' going!
[But not everything's patched up by the orb yet. He manages a second or two of a wild, confused look at Asher and Zenyatta before a last wave of pain rudely interrupts his crisis of mortality.] Sonuva-- augh! [and he hunches forward, sucking air in through his teeth.
Nothing like your as-of-yet unhealed injuries to remind you that you're still alive.]
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None of this should be possible, none if it is possible in his world, but god is he grateful.
He casts a worried glance in Zenyatta's direction at first, curling his lips into a nervous shape before he sees the changes take place. How convenient, for things to be healed and patched up in the blink of an eye like that, despite the situation being so dire only moments before.
Jin's scream of anguish snaps him out of whatever reverie he's in, moving him to act. Immediately, Asher rushes to Jin's side and kneels down close to the bed, leaning on the mattress with an elbow.]
Whoaaaa, hey.
[Spoken quietly, but reassuringly.]
Do you remember what I said?
[Before, when he found you.
The promise.]
You're gonna be fine.
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in mortal kombat.Having been sitting near the other who immediately sat up screaming, Zenyatta is admittedly, a little startled. To be expected, he supposes, of someone healed so quickly after such a traumatic experience. Usually someone with wounds like his would wake up much more slowly, due to their inability to move.It seems at least that the healing isn't complete, as it quickly hinders Jin's movements, and keeps him on the bed still, at the very least.]
Peace, Jin.
[Zenyatta replies calmly, placing a hand on Jin's leg as he sits at the foot of the bed. Asher is quick to come closer as well, reassuring the other with a quiet tone and gentle words. Interesting.
Either way, he speaks up again himself;]
You are safe now.
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Asher's quiet words, Zenyatta's reassurance-- they're enough to calm him back down from what, up until now, he'd presumed was his early grave. Jin's shallow breaths slow to regularity, and he again looks from one friend to the other as he tries, vainly, to figure out why the hell he's on a bed in some Qorral family's farmhouse.]
I...
[He glances up at the healing orb: he remembers this thing from the last time he'd gotten hurt around here. The pieces slowly put themselves together as the panic and adrenaline fade, leaving only the lingering pain of his steadily healing wounds. And the fact that he'd failed to stop Koltira. Defeated, Jin settles back onto the bed.]
You... carried me here? [He blinks dumbly at Asher, expression unreadable, before turning his gaze to Zenyatta.] How'd you know where we were, Zenyatta?
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The vacancy in the other's eyes is what paws at his troubled heart, still beating all too fast as a result of the events that have just transpired. Things are peaceful now, but what will they do if Koltira suddenly returns? Papyrus was unable to stop him.
Asher is good at moving on, or so he thinks. He's had the option of ignoring his petty grievances and grandiose atrocities, burying his head in the nearest book or nearest bosom, until now.
Seeing things all too clearly, it's a frightening thing.]
You had me call him.
[Uttered with the realization that, damn.
Jin doesn't remember much at all.]
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[And in this moment, Zenyatta turns his head to glance at Asher.]
It must have been harrowing, to make that journey. I have not yet had a chance to thank you for that, but thank you, Asher. I am glad that I arrived in time, and that no lasting damage has happened.
As for you-
[And back to Jin.]
You will still need to rest. You may soon feel well enough to stand, but I assure you, you are not.
[He can't have another student rushing out there to confront Koltira again...]
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Right... right. It'd made sense to Jin at the time, for God knows what reason-- knowing full well that Asher could've gotten hurt, or worse, he'd still called. He could've been killed. Jin digests that troubling realization a little, as the healing orb continues its effects. At least the pain's fading away.]
Starting to figure that out, yeah. [Jin mutters, resigned.
He's gotten into worse scrapes. Surely, he's been closer to death than this. But for some reason, this feels worse. Jin squeezes his eyes tight, banishing the thoughts.]
Thank you. Both of you. [ ... ] And he's gone, I'm assuming?
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Shit.
How long has it been?]
Yeah.
For now.
[Asher focuses his attention on the family, some of whom are whispering in hushed tongues. He can't blame them for being afraid, as the notion of magic being real... It disturbs him, too.]
Thank you.
[The words are accompanied by a slight tilt of the head, precisely in their direction.]
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Is something he will have to do. Not a thing to worry about now, thought.]
Do both of you require assistance in returning to the Inn?
[If they have their own ride, fine. He just figured they wouldn't want to impose on the Qorral family much longer. Not that they seem to mind too terribly.]
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[Please take care of yourself, so that you may take care of others in turn.
oh goddamn it zenyatta stop giving him advice he has to listen to]
I-- I mean, yeah, [Jin corrects himself, looking anxiously between both of his friends standing over him. He's fairly certain Asher didn't bring a horse, and the prospect of walking all the way back in his state doesn't sound promising, no matter how mortified he's going to be about having to be chauffeured over.]
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He too had let himself be guided by his emotions, and ran this far fraught with worry and half-panic. Unlike Jin, he hasn't suffered several blows to the head, and can be trusted to make somewhat more rational decisions.]
That'd be dope, yo.
[Asher hovers a little closer to his friend.]
I'm ready to be done with this shit, honestly.
[He's had enough for one night.]
we can probably end this soon?
[He's quietly amused that Jin changes his mind so quickly, and nods towards Asher.]
Please help me bring Jin to Lasso. ...I assume "dope" in this context means "cool," yes?
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Jin's not in any place to argue, so he swings his legs over the edge of the bed, standing carefully-- his legs don't give when his weight's on them, which he appreciates, seeing as this whole evening's been pretty damn mortifying already to say the least.
He can walk to a robot horse. Just pay attention to that, Jin...]
You got it. [he doesn't sound especially excited. He's ready for the night to be over too.]
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[Asher hovers close to Jin, eyeing Zenyatta with gratitude. If it weren't for him, Jin might have not made it through the night.
He touches his friend's shoulder gently, leaning over to speak to him in an almost whisper.]
Hey, if you don't wanna head back to wherever it was that you were staying...
You can crash with me tonight.
[The closeness will do them both some good.]