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Post by Tekka King on Feb 20, 2012 22:12:00 GMT -5
Tekka could have cried in relief. At least this person didn't look armed to the teeth like the other three. "Please untie us. My brother needs an ambulance!" She said, voice quavering. She probably needed one too, just going by how much pain her ankle was in from getting stabbed.
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Post by Mikka Volkov on Feb 20, 2012 22:21:32 GMT -5
"Da, just calm down." She quickly untied the siblings, her fingers deftly weaving around the ropes with unnatural precision. It would seem that she was experienced with such things. As she did so, Mikka observed their injuries. The young man's were certainly serious. "Idyeal'nyi," the Ookami chimed, having finished her assessment. "I came prepared today~."
She unwrapped the scarf from her neck (even though it was getting far too warm to be wearing such things) and ripped it into small strips before wrapping them with strangling tightness around the boy's injuries. The more pressure that was put on it, the last it would bleed.
"You have a cellphone, da?" She certainly hoped so. Otherwise getting this kid to a hospital could be difficult.
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Post by Tekka King on Feb 20, 2012 22:49:33 GMT -5
Tekka nodded. "Y-yeah... thank you, Miss..." She said before pulling the small cellphone out of her pocket and dialing up an ambulance. She gave their location and clicked the phone off. "They said they'd be here in a minute or two, the hospital's not far." She gave a smile. "Th-thanks again. I owe you one..."
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Post by Mikka Volkov on Feb 20, 2012 22:52:27 GMT -5
"If you are not minding my asking, who hurt you so badly?" The Ookami cocked her head to the side like a confused puppy.
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Post by Tekka King on Feb 20, 2012 22:56:53 GMT -5
Tekka frowned. "These three psychos... They sort of tricked me an' Jack an' his girlfriend into coming here... and there was a fight and they kidnapped Ruru..." Tekka blinked back tears on that one. The redhead had to be terrified. "We couldn't stop 'em. I'm a thief and Jack's a pianist, we're not fighters..." Not very big fighters at least, they could hold their own decently but things like this were just way too much.
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Post by Mikka Volkov on Feb 20, 2012 23:16:58 GMT -5
Mikka patted the Tora girl's head comfortingly, a gesture suggesting much more familiarity than the pair of them had. Upon hearing the entirety of thr story, however, the Russian's icy grey eyes narrowed into venomous slits. This was just the sort of thing she despised. With a passion. Anyone who took advantage of the weak immediately went on Mikka's death list. Her own past had created a burning hatred towards those who hurt people who couldn't fight back, especially women.
"You can forget about owning me, malyutka. Instead, why don't you let me help get your friend back? I have a personal vendetta against people who do such dreadful things." She smiled, but the words that followed made it more creepy than sweet. "I will gladly bash all their heads in until their brains are a delightful mush. All to rescue the lady of course."
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Post by Tekka King on Feb 21, 2012 22:05:42 GMT -5
Tekka blinked and shook it off. At least it was someone on their side, even if she DID seem volatile. At this point, the tiny blond was willing to take what she could get. "Good, thank you... I'll... make you a cake once this is all over." There wasn't all too much else she could do to thank the Ookami woman. "D'ya know anyone else who might help? There are THREE psychos, and I know for a fact one of them can't feel pain..."
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Post by Mikka Volkov on Feb 21, 2012 22:24:34 GMT -5
"Hm... perhaps. I would not exactly count him among my friends, so I can not promise anything." Mikka was naturally thinking of the sort-of nemesis she'd made herself in the forest. Though she really wouldn't call Karter her enemy. What she was doing with him was playing more than anything else. If anything, she would call him an equal, a large compliment in her book.
"And a cake sounds like a positively delightful reward~," the Ookami chimed. "I can't remember the last time I've had sweets." The wilderness didn't offer much in terms of sweets. You had to be creative, and it took a lot of effort.
"Anyway, you may call me Mikka. The accent you are hearing is Russian." She smiled brightly.
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Post by Tekka King on Feb 21, 2012 22:36:08 GMT -5
Tekka grinned. "A real-live Russian, no kidding?" She said, a bit in awe. You got all types in Hatsu Itonami, but Russian was a new one. "Most exotic thing I've heard is Irish down at the Allure..." Jamie was cool, gave her all the colored bottles she could carry. "And can you at least try him, whoever he is? I know one or two people who might be willing to help, but there's no telling how effective they'd be..." Eva hadn't really been training while pregnant, and Matsuda... Tekka had never seen him in action. There WAS Aiden, but she'd prefer to not have her own life in jeopardy as well...
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Post by Mikka Volkov on Feb 21, 2012 22:43:42 GMT -5
"Of course, if I can find him. And most people find I can be very, how you say, persuasive." There was a mischievous glint in her eyes as she said that. Things did have a habit of going her way after a little convincing, whether verbal or physical. Mikka was spoiled indeed. She paused, examining the boy for a moment.
"Your brother will be fine, in my non-medical opinion. I've lived through worse." The words were meant to be reassuring, and for once they actually came out that way.
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Post by Tekka King on Feb 21, 2012 23:10:05 GMT -5
Tekka sighed in relief. "Good... Awesome... uh, how... how should I get in contact with you again, Miss?" She asked, already starting to hear sirens from the nearing ambulance.
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Post by Mikka Volkov on Feb 21, 2012 23:24:34 GMT -5
"I'll be out and about." Mikka shrugged. She honestly had to real form of contact... No real address or phone number... "I live at the Ookami base; your brother is my clanmate. That or I'm here most nights. Or wherever it is quiet." She scratched her chin witha smile. "Not very descriptive but I am trying not to become part of the system. It's harder to vanishthat way."
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Post by Tekka King on Feb 23, 2012 0:07:42 GMT -5
Tekka nodded, beginning to hear footsteps as the sirens steadied out. It looked like the meds had arrived. "I'll find you when we get a plan together... thank you..."
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Post by Mikka Volkov on Feb 23, 2012 22:34:57 GMT -5
"As I said, no need to thank me. I'm just doing what is right." Mikka shrugged and, without saying anything further, shuffled off into the dark. The last thing that could be seen was her shock of snow-white hair, bouncing around her invisible silhouette as she vanished into the heart of the cemetery. She had full confidence she'd be called when needed. And hopefully that would be soon.
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