15th Wish || Dende || Every Time He leaves the Mannor...

[holy-pickle.livejournal.com]

[Dende stirs,  waking up on the bridge after his brutal fight with Zarbon. Very slowly he pushes himself up with his good arm and looks around. His head is fuzzy and he is having a difficult time focusing.

He spots his vest robe neatly folded on the snow where he left them. Groggily he stumbles towards them, and slips the vest over his head. While all lethal injuries were regenerated while he passed out, he is still not in the clear yet. His most noticable injury would be his lack of an arm, and perhaps the bleeding spot on his forehead, the rest have been concealed by the robe for now.

He reaches into his pocket and pulls out his blackberry to call for help. Then the shame of not being able to protect the Dragon Balls he had been entrusted with washes over him. He glares at the blackberry and in a moment crushes it in his hand. There, Zarbon would be able to call and threaten him once he found out that the Dragon Balls wouldn't work without the password. He lets himself fall back onto the snow, it felt good on his aching head

((He's on one of the broken bridges, in case anyone is up for helping him~))

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[In Person] (Crash course in Manor Heiarchy of Power)

[junior-cop.livejournal.com]

[Tom has figured out the GPS for getting nearly lost walking out of Rockefeller Plaza at night and with no buses around, he had to navigate.

After running a mile, he came to the scene and looked out over the broken bridge.]

Dende?! Dende!! Can you hear me!?

[He draws his gun just in case his assailant was still around. Better to be safe than sorry. He knows he'll be outmatched if he met him or her and he can't show his fear.]

[In Person] (/patpatpat)

[holy-pickle.livejournal.com]

[Dende pushes up and groggily turns his head to Tom. His eyes seem unfocused. The snow in the surrounding area probably resembles something out of a slasher movie, only with purple blood instead of red. And Dende doesn't quite seem aware of this]

...Hello?

[In Person] (He's learning.)

[junior-cop.livejournal.com]

[He can't spot Dende but he did find footsteps as he moved forward on the broken bridge with hesitant caution and taking note of everything.]

Keep talking. Are you buried under anything?

[In Person] (gives the little cop a doughnut for his efforts.)

[holy-pickle.livejournal.com]

am I buried?...am I buried...

[He looks around. forgeting what it was he was supposed to be figuring out he lays back down on the snow. It felt nice on his aching head. After a few moment his thought comes back to him]

no... I'm not buried.

[In Person] (LOL He told one of his former partners that he was a donut. XD)

[junior-cop.livejournal.com]

[Tom approaches, his steps more urgent when he begins to see blood which resembled more like pale but thick grape juice or something close.]

It's me Tom.

[His eyes caught sight of Dende laying in the snow and ran toward him. He replaces his gun to grab his flashlight that's the size of a club and turns it on to survey the area for possible loose material that could fall. Determining that it's not entirely safe, he begins to look Dende over.]

Can you wiggles your fingers and your feet for me? [this is to check for paralyzation.]

[In Person]

[passes-out.livejournal.com]

[Ichabod's now very concerned and moves quickly to get to his area. He saw the battle from his window and stayed back simply because he had only one shot in his pistol and reloading took too long. He was in a brisk run to reach his friend.]

Dende?

[In Person]

[holy-pickle.livejournal.com]

[Dende turns his head in the direction of the voice. But does not get up. He coughs a bit, some damaged organs still bothering him. His resonds is delayed as though it took longer to process what was going on]

...................Mr. Crane....

[In Person]

[passes-out.livejournal.com]

[Nearly slipping on the ice to get to Dende, he continues to make his trek through the dark without the aid of any light. He was accustomed to low light from his time period and hasn't lost that sense of good eyes.]

I can hear you. Yes, it is I. I am making my way to you. Can you move?

Re: [In Person]

[holy-pickle.livejournal.com]

[Dende rolls onto his side to try an push himself up, letting out a little yelp as he does so. He sits up leaning on his arm breathing heavily from the effort]

I can move... I can move, I'm alright...

[In Person]

[passes-out.livejournal.com]

[Finally reaching Dende, he quickly helps Dende and notices the missing arm.]

I need to see your arm. I will need to remove your robe from over your arm so I can take a better look at your injury.

[The sight of the blood doesn't seem to bother him even if it looks worse at night and nearly black in the pale light.]

[In Person]

[ginsengismyfave.livejournal.com]

[After getting Dende's call for help Iroh scavenged the city for his location.]

Dende? Are you there?

[This looks like the place...but Iroh doesn't see the Namekian.]

Dende?

[In Person]

[holy-pickle.livejournal.com]

[Dende turns his head to the voice. It takes him a few moments to process who it is, and when he does he struggles to force himself into a sitting position. He didn't want Iroh to see him looking quite so weak.]

I-Iroh?

Re: [In Person]

[ginsengismyfave.livejournal.com]

[Iroh runs to the sound of the voice. He skids to a halt and falls to his knees beside Dende.]

You've been hurt. What happened?

Re: [In Person]

[holy-pickle.livejournal.com]

I...

[he looks down rather ashamed to admit what happened]

I couldn't defend something of great power that I was entrusted to protect... I... I thought I could...

[He brings a hand to the shoulder of his missing right arm and holds it tightly]

Re: [In Person]

[ginsengismyfave.livejournal.com]

[Iroh sees the missing arm hidden beneath Dende's robes.]

You've been injured. [He helps Dende to his feet, slowly.]

I would not worry too much about whatever your task was. Perhaps you failed in protecting whatever it was you had to, but that is in the past. You can only look to the future.

[In Person] Flamboyant man to the rescue!

[featherdrequiem.livejournal.com]

[Kuja having gone shopping once again since he realised that was what they were there for had gone all out. Various bags were being carried by faceless kind people who'd offered a hand. When he stopped at Dende he beckoned for them to leave him with the Namekian.]

It looks as though you've seen better days.

[In Person] FRUITY FLAVORED LOVE FTW!

[holy-pickle.livejournal.com]

[Dende looks up at Kuja hazily, the aching in his head preventing him from thinking clearly. After a moment his eye's widen and he scrambles himself into a sitting position. He didn't want to be showing just how weak he was at the moment]

M-Mr. Kuja.... I....

[He looks away ashamed of his failure]

I guess I have.... I-it's alright though! I-I've regenerated anything serious!

[In Person] INDEEEED

[featherdrequiem.livejournal.com]

[Kuja shakes his head and holds his hand out to the other. He wasn't quite sure why he was being so openly nice. It was perhaps down to realising his mortality the previous week, learning he really would die merely within a matter of hours after he returned home.]

It's no matter.

Come, you look as though you could do with a rest.

[In Person]

[holy-pickle.livejournal.com]

Th-thank you.

[He takes the hand and pulls himself up, the only implication that it caused him pain was the light sweat that came over him as he got up, well until he stood up. Once he stood up the world seemed to spin and he staggered a bit in a daze before he fell over again. He clutched his head and squinted his eyes shut tight]

Ah! I'm sorry! I'm sorry... I'm just a little lightheaded...

[In Person]

[featherdrequiem.livejournal.com]

[Kuja grimaces as he crouches at his side and places his hand over his forehead. He felt like he was burning up, definitely not a good sign. Cures were made for physical ailments like breaks, cuts and bruising - not illness.]

Take your time, but it'd be better we leave soon.

Dare I ask what happened?

[In Person] Enjoy how eloquent Eddie is.

[kingroadie.livejournal.com]

[And seemingly to return the favor, there is a sudden but inevitable wild roadie!

A wild roadie that didn't expect to find Dende laying in the snow. It takes a moment for what he's seeing to register before Eddie actually makes his way over.]

Fuck- Fuckity fuck fuck. [But he smooths it over pretty quickly.]

Dende! Probably entirely fuckin' pointless to ask- but are you alright? Shit.

[In Person] such a beautiful language Eddie~

[holy-pickle.livejournal.com]

[throws pokeball at the wild roadie

Dende groggily looked up at Eddie, even though he couldn't see very clearly there was only one person he knew with a build like that.]

Mr. Eddie?

[Dende rolls onto his side and pushes himself up with his arm. He didn't was to worry to roadie more than he already was]

[In Person] He's obviously a poet at heart

[kingroadie.livejournal.com]

[The pokeball misses! What do you do?! Watch as Eddie moves to stoop to Dende's level, ignoring the snow soaking into his jeans as he takes in the damage. He has yet to notice the missing arm. ]

One and only, kind of not the point right now- I'm more of worried about you. The hell happened?

Re: [In Person] He should write a book of his poems.

[holy-pickle.livejournal.com]

[How the hell did I miss a target THAT BIG?! Throws another pokeball. Dende forces himself into a sitting position with difficulty]

I got in over my head... I underestimated someone and now... I've lost something of great power I was supposed to protect...

[In Person] The book would sell millions- lets call it Metal For The Masses

[kingroadie.livejournal.com]

[The pokeball- BOUNCES OFF of him

The roadie gives a grimace at that, he certainly knows the 'I FUCKED UP' feeling] That explains the injuries at least. Jesus christ, whatever you had musta been somethin' important to whoever wanted to take it from ya.

You can beat yourself up about it later though, we should probably get you to a doctor that or at least get you inside so we can fix you up.