006; don't mess with the kitty - [public video]

[unweeping_willow]

[Willow's lips pull back into a vampiric snarl, face momentarily filling the screen before she pulls the camera back, and reveals her position - straddling Medusa, following their fight. For those who can tell such things, Medusa's shoulders are dislocated - her legs possibly damaged as well; and most importantly of all, unconscious, not dead.

She barely seems to notice Madame Smudge, now sniffing at Medusa's head; though she's uncertain how the kitten had escaped her room. She's more fixated on keeping on the snarl, glaring into the camera.]

Nobody threatens my cat.

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[takeyouapart]

[He nods.]

Everything's fine.

[Even if he didn't think that he wouldn't feel a need to ask for help. He puts an arm around Willow's shoulders, taking her weight and carefully helping her straighten up while manoeuvring her away from Meduse a little.]

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[unweeping_willow]

[Straightening, she tried her best to put more weight on the leg and less on Merlin - painful, but the leg was healing.]

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[scentbombed]

[She nods, if a little uncertainly, turning her attentions to the other girl.] Well, I suppose this one is me, then...

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[takeyouapart]

Let me set her shoulders, make sure she's alright to move, unless you can...? [He looks to Willow.] Can you stand by yourself? The wall's just behind you.

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[unweeping_willow]

[Willow growls - both in pain and frustration as she leans against the wall.] Shouldn't; she might wake up.

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[scentbombed]

That is the intended idea, eventually. [She shifts over to Willow, nodding to Merlin to let him at Medusa.] I know the theory, but it's probably safer if you do it.

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[unweeping_willow]

[She growls, eyes on Medusa; she remembers how tenaciously Medusa fought - and she doesn't much like the idea of giving the woman back her arms while Willow's foot remains injured. She barely took the woman down once.

...The fact that there are two perfectly able bodied people there to help is temporarily besides the point.]

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[takeyouapart]

Thanks. [He's reasonably confident that if she wakes up and tries anything that won't last long, but doesn't feel a need to spell it out; he crouches down, going about the slightly unpleasant ritual of wrenching her shoulders back into place before checking her over for other injuries that would make it dangerous to move her.]

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[scentbombed]

[Willow's eyes are on Medusa, but Angua's eyes are on Willow. She doesn't even flinch at the sound of joints popping back into place.]

All clear?

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[takeyouapart]

Yeah. [Apart from a knock on the head she doesn't seem badly hurt elsewhere. He murmurs a spell to levitate her - easier than a stretcher, really.]

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[unweeping_willow]

[And maybe more secure...


Willow starts her way towards the infirmary, leaning heavily against the wall.]

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[scentbombed]

[Well, she might not be entirely necessary, in that case... But watching Willow limp, she gives Merlin another nod and offers the vampire girl her shoulder, stifling a sigh.]

Here, come on.

[She's going to smell vampire on her clothes for a week after this. :|]

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[unweeping_willow]

[Willow doesn't look entirely certain about this herself; but she does lean against Angua; just a little.]

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[takeyouapart]

[He's grateful to Angua for being here, nonetheless; he's not sure if Medusa's human or how long her unconsciousness is going to last and if things go bad for any reason it'll be good to have backup in keeping them separated. He offers her a quick smile before turning away to head down the corridor, Medusa floating sedately a few feet in front of him.]

Spam; ack, I'm sorry, I totally forgot about this ;_;

[nakesnakecobracobra]

[ When Medusa does wake up, she does so slowly. She's never actually had a concussion before. When her awareness catches up, her eyes fly open and she struggles violently. ]

Release me.

Spam; *Glomps*

[unweeping_willow]

[Willow growls, noting the shift - but otherwise doesn't respond.]

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[takeyouapart]

[Merlin frowns faintly, and while he lowers her toward the floor he does maintain a 'grip' on her.]

You've been hurt. If you don't want to go the Infirmary for treatment I won't make you.

[But it goes unsaid that if you just want to be let go to attack Willow again, he won't let you.]

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[nakesnakecobracobra]

[ She winces as her injuries react to her flailing, and settles down. ]

No, it's best to respect any head injury. [ Although she's still startled and a little angry that she can even be injured that badly by someone like Willow. It must be this place. ]

Is she going to leave me alone now?

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[unweeping_willow]

Not the one who aimed for the neck. [It's as much an assurance to herself as to Medusa, and a part of her does look like she'd rather fix that... but she doesn't make a move.]

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[nakesnakecobracobra]

[ Medusa ignores that, looking instead to Merlin for an answer. ]

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[takeyouapart]

Whatever fight you had, it's over now.

[And if it breaks out again, it's not going to last.]

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[scentbombed]

[Angua is instantly on her guard as Medusa wakes up, ready for action if need be... Even if she's not entirely sure which girl she would need to put down in the event of a fight. But luckily, Merlin has a handle on it -- she blinks, surprised, as the invisible hands lower the girl, a little distracted by the display of magic. It's only when Merlin speaks up again that she snaps to and nods.]

Right. Drop it. [She glances to both of them in turn.] No threats against small animals, please and thank you -- no concussing anyone, the same.

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[unweeping_willow]

"Not hurting her," she whispered, sounding... heated; she wouldn't be ashamed. She'd done the right thing. She... she was sure of it.

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[nakesnakecobracobra]

I'd like to go to the infirmary now, please. I feel... nauseous. [ She won't even grace Willow with a second glance, instead turning to give Merlin a pitiful look. Nausea is hard, man. ]

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[scentbombed]

Yes, and I would appreciate it if you would continue not to. Shall we? [Her voice isn't unkind, but it is brisk, professional; she nods to Merlin again and gently tugs Willow along, trying not to inhale too deeply. The vampire smell is starting to make her claws itch.]