04 [Holo | Location: Osten] A little help over here?

[genequeen]

"Hey all. I ran into Ashley - thanks for the heads up on that one." Normally, the redhead might not be so snarky but she's not at her best right now. Madelyne looks a little pale - more pale than normal.

"She got the drop on me, though I drove her off. I'm not sure where she teleported to after.... after. I could really use a little help here, if there is a healer... or if Martha is available?"

Living up a hand, she shows it to those looking - there is more than a little blood visible there, a darker red than her hair but still stark against the pale of her skin.

"I'm in Osten. I'll be sitting down now. Thanks."

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[brokenoptimism]

The instant he sees her projection show up, concern is evident, etched into the way his brows furrow and his lips purse. He taps the bracelet right away, checking the map for her location before switching to holo as well.

"Madelyne, I am on my way to you right now. Keep pressure there. Contact me right away if anything changes before I get there." Please stay okay. A dark, unpleasant feeling clenches in his chest and he grimaces a bit before shaking his head and reaching out to her mind as well, to get a better idea of the extent of her injury.

He flips it off without waiting for a reply, a gently mental nudge to let her know he was listening. It was faster that way.

And then he was off, and thankful he had kept up on his jogging as he ran for her location. It was difficult to make sure he kept a steady pace. He would need his energy when he got there or he would do her no good.

[genequeen]

Yes, Charles. I can handle keeping pressure going.

Madelyne lets Xavier into her mind without hesitation. She's... Well, she's suffering from blood loss and she's not entirely certain what else. Really, she's starting to get a little woozy from shock more than anything else right now.

I wasn't expecting her.

[brokenoptimism]

"Just trying to help, my dear. I'm almost to your location."

Thank god he was in Osten already. He understood the shock. He was trying not to panic.

When he found her, he was slightly out of breath, dropping to his knees.

"Madelyne?"

She was very pale. He reached out for Martha's mind with a slight grimace.

"You need a hospital, yes, I know, obvious statement."

[genequeen]

I know. I'm not my normal... level of politeness.

Madelyne smiles at him as she sees him, "Hello, Charles. It is good to see you." She pretty sure she isn't going to die, she should just really get someone to look at these gashes - soon.

Do you know where one is? We should go there. And Remus has magic. She doesn't know what magic can do but it is magic - that's important, right?

[brokenoptimism]

Remus. Another one of the few contacts Charles had gathered in his time here. He reaches out to the Wizard as well.

A reassuring arm on her shoulder and a smile, the best he can manage.

"I stopped by once or twice." He would not admit that the stark cleanliness combined with the static of extra minds had sent him running.

[genequeen]

"Oh. Good. It is good that you know where it is. I... don't."

She said that already, didn't she? At least that she doesn't know where the hospital is around here. Reaching out, she almost puts a bloody hand on Charles' shoulder before she stops herself.

"Should we go there?"

[brokenoptimism]

"Do you think you can walk?" He takes her hand, paying no heed to the blood. He's seen enough of it, his own and others, not to be bothered.

"If I support you?"

He was not sure he had the physical strength to carry her, but if he had to he would find a way.

[apackofone]

The feeling is strange and awkward and reminds Remus of that creeping awareness of someone being there, sending his hackles up. Or the wolf's, anyway.

"Hello?" He stands up from his armchair, turning in a slow circle and looking about.

Deep in him, the wolf howls and snarls.

[brokenoptimism]

Remus, it's Charles Xavier. I am sorry to intrude on you this way, but I have an injured friend, who is in need of medical assistance. If there is any way you might be able to assist her, I would be greatly appreciative.

Xavier hated dropping in on someone's mind that way, but he needed help.

[genequeen]

"I'm pretty sure I can walk. I need to stand up, though. I can't walk until then, you know?" Yeah, someone is a little weeblywobbly from shock and blood loss.

"I probably need some help, yeah."

[apackofone]

"Oh, um... right." He turns around again, not entirely sure how this is working. "Show me where you are, or tell me or something and I'll apparate straight over. With potions. Yes."

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[skysung]

At this point Kitten is unsure who to be angry at. Their captors seem the most likely culprits, considering how Long died. She is definitely angry, though, her scales red when she opens a connection to Madelyne. The dragon forbids herself any angry chatter, though, and moves straight to several chirps of concern, hoping that Madelyne will be alright. The chirps rise in pitch at the end, clearly a question.

She types, "I am not a healer and would be no help to you. I am going after Ashley before she hurts more people. I promise to be very careful."

Kitten will not ask Madelyne to exercise her powers to hear the dragon's words, not when the woman is so obviously injured. Typing will do.

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[genequeen]

"Hey there, Skysong. She's very strong. I think there are people looking for her already..."

Madelyne pauses for a moment before she continues, "Be very careful. She's fast too."

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[skysung]

The next view of Kitten is inside a tram, as the dragon sets off across Taxon hoping that Ashley stops jumping around the map long enough for her to catch up. She nods, typing, "I know. I will."

A pause, then she adds, "Stay safe." Help had better reach Madelyne soon; Kitten is worrying about her.

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[genequeen]

"I'll be okay, Skysong. Thank you."

Madelyne smiles toward the little dragon, though she looks concerned for the little creature.

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[angry_salad]

Maddy are you--

Idiot, there is no point in texting her. He accidentally presses send anyway, panicking, and clicks the audio on his tablet as soon as he can.

"Keep talking, Maddy." The nickname just slips out. "You got someone on your way?"

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[genequeen]

The angle of the tablet makes it obvious that she's put it on the ground next to her and she's now sitting down. "Hey. Charles said he was coming. I'm sure he'll be here..."

She's essentially using her tekekinesis to put pressure on the wound to stop bleeding but she's already lost more than she'd have liked. Stitches sound like a great idea.

"M'not dying, Arthur. I've done it before. It was nothing like this." She may well be a bit spacey due to blood loss, though.

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[angry_salad]

"Jesus Christ, Maddy, you hold yourself together--do you need me to get you?" He would--he wants to, but other people are on their way and he doesn't want to seem too forward. Too bold. There's also the fact that any chance he'll stay under the radar and in the shadows is probably a chance he's going to take.

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[genequeen]

"It is very sweet of you to worry, Arthur. I mean it. Thank you, if I forget to mention it later."

Madelyne is leaning up against the side of a building. There are some Extra fluttering about but she's totally ignoring them. "I think Charles will be here soon but I do like visitors."

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[angry_salad]

Arthur was not mingling with more people. Not now--but her friend was coming. Which meant Arthur could calm down, if just a bit.

Just a bit.

He was staying with her until Charles showed up, though. That much was irrefutable.

"I'll bring you flowers when you're recovering," He assured.

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[genequeen]

"Really?"

Madelyne seems both pleased and a little confused by that statement. It is what you do but, well, not much of anything usually goes that way for her.

"That would be nice." She seems a bit unfocused and dreamy but, then again, that isn't entirely surprising, considering.

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[angry_salad]

"Really," Arthur says simply, unsure if he should go. He should--he knows he should--but he's already trying to make a mental map of all of the flower shops in the Shelley area.

"You just gotta keep talking to me, alright? It'll help you focus."

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[genequeen]

"What do you want me to talk about? Not fair asking me questions when you never answer them yourself."

The redhead smiles toward him, looking pleased having made this point. Or, well, it might well be the thought of flowers.

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[angry_salad]

Touche. Arthur hesitates. It's true, too, and even if he can't exactly form relationships here he at least has Ariadne and hopefully the rest of the team will follow.

"Start with something simple. What are your favourite flowers?"

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[genequeen]

"Now you're cheating. You just want to bring the right flowers." The smile hasn't gone anywhere, though, even if she does look a little pale and pained.

"Lilies."