[center][h1]Bianca Manalo[/h1] [img]https://i.imgur.com/H0PZlqQ.png[/img][/center]
[right][b]Interactions:[/b] Stormy [@Blizz], Samson [@Punished GN]
[code]Veni Vedi Veni - Parking Lot[/code][/right][hr]
“Don’t worry, it’s not as bad as it looks,” Bianca smiled at Samson - or at least tried to, it looked more like a relieved grimace. It was difficult to smile when her leg hurt so fucking much. Still, she was incredibly relieved to see him. She gratefully took the First-Aid kit. “I do, paid attention to all those-“ Oh, Stormy was right there. “Classes.”

She opened up the kit while Samson talked to Nakala (though she listened in on what he was saying), pulling out a proper tourniquet. She could feel her makeshift one loosening, so the faster she got this on the better. Then she’d bandage the wound itself and-

Bianca felt the healing aura wash over her as she was in the process of replacing the tourniquet. The bullet lodged in her leg wormed its way out, popping out of the wound and onto the ground. The wound itself began to close, her skin stitching itself back together. She undid the ripped shirt tied around her leg, discarding it.

Good as new, if you ignored the bullet shaped hole and bloodstains on her pants. 

By the time the wound was healed Samson had finished talking to their boss (for today). Yeah, getting to safety was the response she’d expected… Even if she was healed now, it was still the more sensible option. She wasn’t exactly geared up or anything. Though she hadn’t exactly chosen the sensible option so far. If she had, she’d still be in the club. Maybe it was the presence of former coven members that was bringing back out the reckless side she'd tried to mature from.

"Dude, I'm gay," she snorted, stretching out her previously injured leg. Once she was sure it was actually healed, she stood up and moved to be beside Samson. "He's the one that provided these." She pointed to the shield orbiting her. Cat was out the bag now anyway, since Stormy would undoubtedly put things together when Samson said her name. "Old friend, very unfun reunion."

She decided not to explicitly mention the coven. The PRA knew about them thanks to her and other ex-members, and they knew about the meetup today, so Samson could probably figure it out. 

"I'm all good now," she kicked out her leg as if to prove it. “But Phillips will probably kick our asses if you don’t get me somewhere safe anyway, right?” Well, shoot them, more like. Heh. She then jerked her thumb towards the stripclub. “Insides probably our best bet, I’ll fill you in on-“ 

Another two gunshots rang through the air and Bianca snapped her head towards it in time to see Alizee crumple to the ground. Her stomach dropped. Alizee had caused a lot of problems, but she didn’t want to see her die. Part of why she’d called in support was to [i]stop[/i] anyone from dying.

“Shit,” she pressed a hand against her forehead. “She was the one who started all of this… Ah fuck. She didn't deserve to die.” She couldn’t just stand by and watch. A few minutes was more than enough for that… And if she moved too far away she’d have to drop her boost on Kashmira and Stormy. She’d still move to safety if she had too… But she wasn’t bleeding out anymore. She pointed to Eve, and then the remaining Wolfpack members. Then she split her boost again, adding Samson to the people she was boosting. She'd take the blame if Nakala was really pissed... Or, you know, go somewhere safer if Samson forced her. He'd very much be able to. “They’re the threats.” 
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 [right][b]Interactions:[/b] Sloane [@Atrophy], Drake [@Punished GN] 
[code]Dairy Queen[/code][/right][hr]

Drake didn’t push Luca hard. For most it would just shove them out of the way. Unfortunately, Luca wasn’t like most people. He was rotting from the inside out and a light push was enough to make him lose balance. He stumbled backwards, leg buckling underneath him and sending him falling towards the floor. He twisted to the side and threw out his arms, trying to catch himself. 

[i]CRACK-[/i]

His left hand slammed into the ground first, wrist snapping at an unnatural angle. His elbow thudded after it, then his side. Agonising pain tore through his wrist, shooting up through his bruised arm. It was a horrible pain he was all too familiar with. The pain wasn’t any easier to handle just because he felt it frequently.

"Fuck," Luca gritted his teeth, cradling his broken wrist against his chest. It wasn't that bad. It was just his wrist. It would've been worse if he'd landed on his back. Only his wrist was broken, not his whole arm. It really could’ve been much worse. He’d lucked out! He’d saved his ass, literally. He was used to this. His bones broke all the time. He blinked back tears. It was fine. It was just a bit more pain than normal. A lot more.

Using his good hand, Luca pushed himself onto his knees, then back onto his feet. He could feel the dampness of blood oozing along his left arm and hip that had hit the ground - hopefully just a graze, or a cut, yet more things he was used to. Easy to ignore, easy to fix himself. The wrist less so. 

He’d seen Drake punch Sloane as he’d fallen, but it was only when he was standing up again that it fully registered with him. Sloane was on the floor - was her nose broken? Shit. His lips parted, and he shot Drake a look of horror. Even Luca couldn’t excuse this… he couldn’t think his way around it in some twisted positive way. Drake had just [i]punched[/i] Sloane in the face. There’d been electricity around his fist! He’d punched and shocked her!

What she’d said hadn’t been nice, and she should’ve apologised, but this was too far. 

[color=6B8E23]”Sloane, are you alright?”[/color] He seemed more concerned for her than himself, letting his injured arm hang limply at his side. He took a step towards her, then stopped in his tracks. If he got any closer he'd just hurt her more. [color=6B8E23]”Where’s the nearest hospital? Should we call an ambulance- wait, no, we can probably just drive.”[/color]

But it was Drake’s car. Luca looked at Drake again, hiding his own intense pain under a mask of concern for Sloane and disappointment towards Drake.

[color=6B8E23]”The least you could do is drive Sloane somewhere to get treated.”[/color]