That's the message the others receive in the group chat. The only indication that something's SERIOUSLY wrong. Dearka sends it before Yzak's even gone, desperate in the moment for any kind of backup to get there and help him save his best friend from the localized rift that was trying to swallow him up.
It's closed now. Gone. Taking Yzak and one of Dearka's arms with it. Literally cut loose from the weight he was clinging to, tugging at, the backlash sends Dearka sprawling backwards, where he's collapses to the floor. Where he's still laying.
There are not a lot of coherent thoughts going through his head, by this point. The one thing he does note, as he turns and sees the stump where his left arm used to be, is how odd it is that it doesn't even hurt. It's a perfectly clean, even cut... As if what used to be at the end there never even existed in the first place. The nerves never got the chance to fire, to acknowledge the separation, to warn him of impending injury.
And now he's bleeding all over the new carpet. Profusely.
Yzak would be so pissed at me, one part of his brain thinks blearily.
Another part screams at him. YOU'RE GOING TO BLEED OUT. IF YOU DON'T DO SOMETHING. IMMEDIATELY! And it's right. He knows it is, even if he feels like his heart's been ripped in half as well, and he just wants to lay here for a minute. He fights against the shock. Tries to sit up. His brain is a jumble. Tourniquet. Remember your training. You can't help him if you're dead.]
Closed to SEED cast (shinn first) (CW blood, limb loss)
That's the message the others receive in the group chat. The only indication that something's SERIOUSLY wrong. Dearka sends it before Yzak's even gone, desperate in the moment for any kind of backup to get there and help him save his best friend from the localized rift that was trying to swallow him up.
It's closed now. Gone. Taking Yzak and one of Dearka's arms with it. Literally cut loose from the weight he was clinging to, tugging at, the backlash sends Dearka sprawling backwards, where he's collapses to the floor. Where he's still laying.
There are not a lot of coherent thoughts going through his head, by this point. The one thing he does note, as he turns and sees the stump where his left arm used to be, is how odd it is that it doesn't even hurt. It's a perfectly clean, even cut... As if what used to be at the end there never even existed in the first place. The nerves never got the chance to fire, to acknowledge the separation, to warn him of impending injury.
And now he's bleeding all over the new carpet. Profusely.
Yzak would be so pissed at me, one part of his brain thinks blearily.
Another part screams at him. YOU'RE GOING TO BLEED OUT. IF YOU DON'T DO SOMETHING. IMMEDIATELY! And it's right. He knows it is, even if he feels like his heart's been ripped in half as well, and he just wants to lay here for a minute. He fights against the shock. Tries to sit up. His brain is a jumble. Tourniquet. Remember your training. You can't help him if you're dead.]