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]

[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] (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]

[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] (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.]

Re: [In Person] (LMAO. WELL SOME COFFE FOR THE LITTLE COP)

[holy-pickle.livejournal.com]

[He does as he's told, and then he forces himself to sit up an look over Tom smiling kindly]

Ah Tom... You don't need to worry... I'm fine...

[that's a lie, he's not, but he can't think up a better lie at the moment]

[In Person] (*snorts* Watch it. It's past 10 and Junior'll be wired. XD)

[junior-cop.livejournal.com]

[Tom watches with scrutiny and narrows his eyes.]

No you're not. You probably have internal bleeding or a hemorrhage that could cause you to have a stroke if I don't get you properly treated. Can you think of anyone that might be able to know about your physiology?

[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?

[In Person] (LOL, almist 5 am here XD)

[holy-pickle.livejournal.com]

[alright waaaay too many big comlicated words for Dende to process. Give him a moment to stare at you blankly while he goes over what you just said about several times before he gets it]

No, I won't get a stroke... it's all repairing... no one knows how Namekians work... that I know...

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]

[holy-pickle.livejournal.com]

My arm?... My arm... it's over there I think, I don't need it... I'll make another later...

[Dende struggles to pull off his robe and when he does he reveal the rather sickening mess that is his torso. While he's done his best to regenerate most of the organs, he's been lax on the bones. The aftermath of Zarbon stomping on his chest was clearly evident. The socket of his arm isn't particularly pretty either, since his arm was twisted before yanked out. By no means could any human have survived what Dende has]

[In Person]

[passes-out.livejournal.com]

[His eyes widened at the grotesque injury but manages to push down that growing urge to wretch and help Dende by setting that twisted bone into place.]

This will hurt. Prepare yourself and grab on to something solid. Your clavicle is twisted along with your scapula have been fractured. I have a good view of it from here.

[His hand grabs on the bone....]

[In Person] (Yikes!! I just noticed that!)

[junior-cop.livejournal.com]

[He was about to look him over again and looks right at Dende's face and noticed the missing arm in shock.]

Your arm's gone! You call that fine?!

[He had to take a deep breath to calm down.]

Okay.....so....you're telling me...you're doing okay and you're healing? How?

Re: [In Person]

[holy-pickle.livejournal.com]

[Just before Ichabod can try to reset the bone there's a crack and a snap and the bone wrenches itself into the proper place. Dende let out a yelp in pain and quickly doubled over clutching his chest with his hand. Popping and creaking can be heard from Dende's body as the rest of his bones prepare to set themselves.]

[In Person]

[passes-out.livejournal.com]

[Ichabod removes his hand from the bone and eyes widen in concern and fascination.]

Interesting.......

[He's now watching with keen interest since there was nothing more he can do.]

[In Person] (hee hee hee i have tomorrow off anyway XD)

[holy-pickle.livejournal.com]

[Dende groggily looks over at his arm, or lack there of. Huh he seems to have forgotten about that]

I'll regenerate... as long as my head's intact, I'll regenerate...

[Dende pauses for a moment]

No, I won't get a stroke... it's all repairing...

[In Person] (Woohoo!!)

[junior-cop.livejournal.com]

[Tom's eyes widen mostly out of the sheer impossibility of ever seeing something like that.]

....I'm not following. You mean like how a gecko loses its tail when it senses danger then grows another one? That's so....well, it's not possible for humans.

[In Person]

[holy-pickle.livejournal.com]

[Dende writhes and yelps as his body continues putting itself back together again. The bones can be seen moving and shifting in short sharp movements as he heals. After a few minutes the popping and snaps cease, and it seems the process has come to a halt. Until Dende lets out a long loud yell, he breaks out into a sweat and in a moment a new arm shoots out of the previous injury. Dende slumps over onto his side breathing heavily.

The process was over and he was mostly healed. The head injuries remained along with an assorment of minor injuries that he couldn't waste energy to heal on]

[In Person]

[holy-pickle.livejournal.com]

[Dende's reaction is delayed but he does respond]

Yeah, it's like that... it's a Namekian thing... only I'm just a bit tired... I can't do it right now... it takes up so much energy, I just need to lay down.... my head's killing me...

[He brings his hand to his head begins swaying slightly, unable to properly keep his balance without the support of his arm]

[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?

[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.