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Capsule 004 💊 (Video)

[Kaneda had been in Heropa for a day or so when he say Kazu talking to a certain missing psychic. Kazu was his only clue to where he could be, and Heropa was the last place he'd been. Well, he wasn't exactly wrong; Tetsuo was indeed on the move and causing trouble, Kaneda now in pursuit of him. How does he keep up? Well, he just looked for the trail of betrayal and bitterness (and destruction) and followed that. His bike was fast, sure, but Tetsuo had a good head start, not to mention Kaneda was actually trying to avoid traffic an pedestrians. SHOUT OUT TO STILL NOT HAVING HIS DRIVER'S LICENSE.

Wait.

Traffic.

That's it. While in pursuit, and police sirens heavy in his ears, he pulls out his comm. Hello everyone! Don't use the phone and drive.]

KANEDA HERE!

[Why is he yelling? Well, the sirens in the background, as well as the wind whipping past him makes it hard for decent conversation. What can he say? He's doing this for all of you! He seems to be resting his wrist on his handlebar while holding the phone up with his fingers, eyes kept on the road as he surveys the situation.]

Figured now would be a great time to do a traffic report since some people [see: Quill] think I'm not dedicated enough to my job. Wanna see your traffic?

[His hand flicks the communicator up against the glass windshield of his bike, swirling around to show Tetsuo and a girl he can't seem to recognize off in the distance causing havoc, police just ahead of him in the chase. He knew those guys didn't stand a chance. Call it first hand experience from the Swear-In.]

THERE'S YOUR TRAFFIC, HEROPA. OUT OF THE WAY!

[He weaves past a few of the cop cars, only one following over the overpass that lies ahead. If he can just get past it, it'd be easy to take him down. Tetsuo wasn't much further, close enough to see him do what would normally be too dangerous of a jump for his skill--Oh wait. That's a flying police car in his direction. There's no time to react, except swerve his bike in the least damaging way to impact this.]

SHIT!

[And the feed cuts to static, a scream and a loud, sickening 'clank'. It fritzes for a moment or two, and when it opens back up, despite the video having a few glitches, shows a nice overhead view of the street below the overpass. gravel and dust brushes past the screen as something starts to move it. Seems like Kaneda's still got a hold of it, fingers gripping it for dear life as his initial signs of life move it towards his face. You look like a car ran over you, kid.]

Jesus Christ...Ow.

[The impact had certainly done some damage to him, his yellow shirt with a nice tear at the shoulder to the armpit, and his head hurts like a motherfucker. Some bruising, too, naturally, because he certainly couldn't get enough of that! But for the most part, he's pretty okay, which is more than a lot of people can say from being hit with a police car. Most of them are...you know. Dead. His one free hand reaches up to his hair, trying to get the constant wooziness out of his head before he turns, eyes cast down to--

!!

HE CERTAINLY IS HANGING OVER THAT OVERPASS--there's a slight moment of panic, hands scrambling to cling to whatever stone lie still intact beneat him, before trailing his own body to see just what's keeping him from becoming a pancake on the freeway. Upon inspection, it looks like some twisted metal from the railing caught around his ankle, locking him firmly in place, albeit upside down. Bending up, the puts his hands on his boot ankle to inspect it. Bad, BAD idea. Needles shoot up his side, lacing his entire chest with pain as he attempts to Maybe that car did a little more damage than he realized...and his bike? Well, that's nowhere to be seen.

Slumping in defeat, he holds the camera up and throws his free arm across his eyes. Heads.]

Say, anyone want to help a guy out?

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[She is actually in Maurtia Falls so it takes her some time to hurry to the Porter, but before long a taxi pulls over out of the stream of cars and opens the door; the tall princess steps out and thanks the driver before turning to look at the boy with her hands on her hips.] I hope we've learned our lesson, haven't we?

[Her voice gets his attention, head turning up from counting cars. Before the biggest smile cracks on his lips.]

Probably not, but let's just say I'll try harder not to get hit next time.

[With a wince, he hoists himself up as much as he can, trying to grip the railing holding his leg.]

Looking lovely as ever, by the way.

[Is this getting him out of trouble? Probably not.]

[Nope. Hands remain on her hips. And she is taller than you, so it gives her a little bit more apparent authority.] Don't think you can get out of a talking-to with some flattery, you know!

[But they have business first. Euphemia pauses for just a moment before looking resolved once again.] Where are you hurt? I need to touch it directly.

[Hey, in his defense, he had to try it!]

It wasn't my faul--

[Give him a moment, he's wrenching his foot out of that loop as he rolls back onto the pavement. Taking a moment to breathe before he thinks about that question.]

Shit. My back...definitely my back.

[Give him a minute as he sits up--she had to touch it directly? Well...okay. He'll hoist himself onto his feet, wincing at his ankle (that might need attending to as well), before he lifts up his shirt over his head, grabbing the back part of it to expose his back.

And...well, that certainly is a collection of shrapnel and pavement, lacerations, and severe road rash. Old scars from the swear in had reopened too, and...the usual, bruising.]

How bad is it?

[She notices how he favors the ankle, but she'll cross that bridge when she comes to it. Kaneda can probably hear the audible intake of air when she sees just how bad the damage is to his back, though she tries to keep his spirits up and her tone light.] Ah, it's-- it isn't the worst I've seen, I promise. It won't be a problem, so please just hold still?

[She steps forward, and he can soon feel the touch of slender, long fingers against his back. There's pressure against the wounds, even the sensation of her pulling the debris out, but despite momentary pain the hurt dulls rapidly in each wound she touches until it's gone in under a minute.

If someone were watching, there would be a brief touch of light every time her fingers find one of his wounds, but of course it's behind him, and he doesn't have eyes in the back of his head.] How... does it feel now?

[She may sound slightly winded.]

[Despite her words, the gasp tells him more, although he's not exactly surprised. He's pretty lucky to come out as good as he did--most people would have been dead...or worse. The air on the wounds stings a little, to which he silently bides that pain. He didn't want to make it harder for Euphie to concentrate, or to think that it was as bad as it looked.

He had an image, okay.

But those eyes widen as her fingers press against his back, a different kind of touch than he was used to. For one, it wasn't sharp, rock, or metal, and infinitely more gentle. Even the pressure wasn't as bad, feeling that shrapnel and debris being forcibly pulled out. She wasn't wrong--there was definitely pain, but before he could do anything physical to react, it was gone

And not too long after, he feels the pain subside completely, even the road rash that'd skinned his entire back. Dropping the shirt, he rolls his shoulders to get a good feel of it, a smile crossing his lips.]

It feels...great! Like new, actually!

[Okay not new, he's going to be sore as hell, but it's the thought that counts.]

..Hey, you alright?

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[She's very thorough, making to get all of the wounds and scrapes and foreign bodies out of his back; her fingers are slightly bloody by the time she's through.

Her breathing is definitely labored, little dots of sweat all along her forehead and cheeks. But she shakes her head.] I-- I am fine. I promise you. It's just... ah, it's. It's a little tiring, that's all.

Your back seems to be okay now, is there anyplace else?

[You know, the thought never occurred to him that healing someone takes a strain out on the healer. Maybe it was the fact that it didn't seem physical enough, nor destructive enough as psychic powers. Instinctively, his arms go out to hers, gripping them at the elbows with his gloved hands.]

Nothing I can't get back home with.

[His ankle still hurt from the metal wrapped around it, but it was nothing compared to his back. ]

[Wrong thing to say, Kaneda. Her gaze hardens, and she stands straight up again, looking down at him.] That's not very reassuring, you know! You could go back home with a serious injury and only make it worse!

Where else hurts?

[His shoulders slump after hearing that, the smile only widening on his face. Women...they knew everything.]

Ankle.

[She nods approvingly, hiking up her skirt a little so that she can kneel down more easily.] Hold it up, please.

[She holds her hands out for him to put his ankle in, and when he does, he'll be able to see the light emanating from her fingertips this time.]

[Balancing on one foot, he puts his boot into her hand, his own shoved in his pockets as he waits for her to do her magic.

He has to admit, the light's pretty amazing to watch, feeling the pain dissipate as it starts to fade.

There's no hiding that smile on his face.]

Damn...

[He's more than impressed.]

[There's sweat on her forehead when she looks up at him, when she lets his foot down.] Can you put weight on it? How does it feel... is it all right?

[He tests the weight on it, feeling...surprisingly no pain. A complete 180 from only moments ago.]

Good as...no, better than new!

[A gloved hand reaches out to her, the other reaching up to rub the back of his neck.]

[She takes his hand, pulling her to her feet-- and her knees wobble, forcing her to fall slightly forward, catching herself on his shoulder. She immediately straightens.] I'm sorry! I didn't... I didn't mean to fall, it's just. It's a little tiring.

[Oh. He hadn't expected that, although his arms instinctively go out to grip her upper arms for support.

And...he's not complaining in the slightest at this. In fact, it's hard not to hide that brimming smile as he pulls away, at least trying to tame it back into a closed one instead of full teeth showing.

Little moments like that? Totally worth it.]

Lucky I was here to catch you, huh?

Looks like it's time I return the favour. I'll take you home.

What? You-- you'll take me home? [Her cheeks are a little red, Kaneda! Don't mind that.]

Didn't you get into a crash, though? What are you going to drive?

[Aw Euphie, that's adorable. He smiles, but that's the only think he'll remark on that.

There's a small shake of his head, lips blowing a little bit of his hair out of the way as he gestures out to the crash damage. Surprisingly no bike to be seen.

But before he explains, he snaps his finger, his bike appears, parked on the side of the road as if it'd always been there. There's a few scuffs on the red paint, but other than that...working condition.]

A guy's got to protect his ride, you know?

Oh! [She takes a step back, hand going to her mouth in surprise.] That's-- where did you get that from?

Has it always been there?

It's one of my powers.

[Another snap, and it disappears before their eyes, and another, and it's back. Almost like a light switch.]

Sent it away just before I got hit, so it should still run pretty good.

Oh, my... [She steps forward again, now seemingly just interested more than anything else.] Where does it go?

--wait, are you saying you took that entire crash only on your own?

[He lets her inspect it, hand going up to rub the back of his neck.] You know, I never really questioned just where it went. Just that it went somewhere.

[Huh. Things to think about.

But the question gets his attention. And the only answer he can give is a little smile, shrugging.]

Guilty as charged.

Shotaro Kaneda! [Hands on her hips, again.] You simply must take better care of yourself! Machines can be repaired, but what if I hadn't been here! You could have been seriously injured, or worse!

[His head snaps around like a confused dog. He can't remember the last time his first name was used, and even now it's almost like a foreign language to him. Give him a moment to process that.

...

Okay. Got it.]

Hey! Hey...it's not just a machine.

[His hand reaches out to the bike, putting his hand along it and crouching down, investigating one of the stickers.]

It's a part of me.

[She looked it up on his network ID... sorry Kaneda.]

[She looks a little mollified when she sees the obvious care with which he treats the bike.] Well... even so. Your life is more precious, isn't it? I'm sure there are many mechanics here who can repair a motorcycle.

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