Tannusen (
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genessia2017-04-29 03:53 pm
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[Video/Action | OPEN] you know I give my love a f-f-four letter na-na-name
[ The camera is shaky, held in an unsteady hand. It catches the entrance of the Cirque du Vrai, briefly, then there's Tannusen. He's... against a wall? The camera's too close to see that he's sitting on the ground, but the angle suggests it. Skull mask pulled free of his head... glazed-eyed and trying to catch his breath. Blood on his lips, dotting down the side of his throat to the black robes that had been a costume. ]
Cass...
[ Couldn't be more obvious of an accidental public broadcast. He's trying to send this in private, but he can't see his fucking screen-- ]
I'm not... safe...
[ Labored breathing only picks up, like something's trying to throw him into a panic. Ramping up his heart-rate, whether he likes it or not. He definitely does not, right now. ]
Jethro... can... Enchant you... get...
[ Get him out here to the tiger faster, and help get Tannusen back to safety. ]
Haaa...
[ Nope, not doing great. His head lolls against the wall behind it, rolling on a neck that's slowly starting to not hold it up. He's visibly fighting to stay conscious, glazed eyes barely open. Then the feed clicks off. ]
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Tannusen's sitting back against a wall somewhere near the entrance to the Cirque du Vrai, not doing well, as the video above suggests. He's hung up the phone, maybe on purpose and maybe not. Shallow, quick breathing, dilated pupils, fighting to stay somewhere in the middle of the unconsciousness that drags temptingly at him from one side, and the panic attack that's trying to set in from the other.
(( OOC: Cassian Lynch is going to show up to help him, so he's not going to willingly go anywhere, and he may react... poorly, to anyone else. This prompt's just here in case anyone wants that CR flavor! ))
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You're doing great, Tannusen. Just give me a name. Who might come back for you? I need to know who to watch for.
[Seriously, where were the god damn medics? He'd have called a doctor himself if he knew any.]
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Ain't... a thing for... cops.
[ But hey, if the guy's going to be so damn insistent, it's not Tannusen's way to stop someone from tilting at a windmill. ]
Szelhamos.
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Szelhamos. Got it. [He knows whom he's looking up as soon as he gets back to the office.]
Okay, Tannusen, it looks like something must have delayed the paramedics so I'm going to take you to the hospital myself. Can you stand? [He's caught a glimpse of the blood on his hair. 'Not hurt' his ass.]
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'Mm not going... anywhere... 'til Cass gets here.
[ Soft, painful wheeze. ]
Especially... no damn hospital.
[ Buddy, are you trying to add soul damage to his poison problem? Not that Garrus has a clue that he's dealing with a Faerie, or what that entails, but Tannusen's not really in a state to be explaining it right now.
Fortunately for them both, that's right around when a familiar -- to Tannusen, at least -- motorcycle pulls up. And a familiar albino catholic priest is on it, and then not on it, rushing to get ahold of him. ]
And there's my Cass.
[ Couldn't sound more affectionate about it, somehow, despite the situation. And if Garrus doesn't interfere, the priest collects Tannusen and away they go, back to Everglade and into Cassian's subarchway. ]
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He keeps an eye on them and scans the area with his sniper to make sure they aren't followed before going home. He wishes he could stay, but unfortunately he's just there to change - he has a long day ahead of him.]