[He didn't have any reason to assume Douman was anything but a Chaldean Servant; after all, how could he possibly have guessed the truth of the matter? Which was going to be something he'd end up losing sleep over after today, but for right now the only thing wrong was the overpowering sensation that something was not quite right with both the clown and Waver's estimation of the matter.]
Fujimaru, I wanted to talk to you about that new Black Order member in town.
[She'd be able to clear it up one way or the other, surely.]
[The attack on Ritsuka is quick, but that doesn't account for the time it takes Yasuho to get there. She might have started running as soon as that veil of suspicion slipped- or at least as soon as she saw chatter online about it- but that was still a good run.
Followed by the scene. Gathering Ritsuka, the animals, the supplies her reeling mind could even consider.
It isn't quite an hour by the time Yasuho can even consider looking at Ritsuka's phone and when she does it's with a chewed lip and raw tearstains. It is with a shaking breath, somehow steadier than before, as she grasps a too pale hand in hers to press a single finger to the screen.
Yasuho skims- she doesn't have to do more than that- and types-]
We're alive
[And oh, hello autocorrect, ever dilligent in giving something a sense of grammar and stability apparently-]
[Safe is a matter of perspective, and Yasuho doesn't know that she can trust a lot right now. They're hidden, and Ritsuka's stable, but that's all she has.
What happened though.]
An attack
[How much can she trust to put on the app, about that?]
I found her after
I got her out
[...How much can she trust to say about Ritsuka's condition on the app?]
[He really wasn't sure how much they could say, true. But it didn't really matter; details could wait.]
Wherever you are, stay there. If you need anything at all, you can reach me here and we'll figure something out. You can trust me, my partner and I are close friends of Ritsuka's.
Keep your heads down and stay quiet until we handle this problem. I promise it won't take too much longer.
[Okay. Good. They get it, whoever this, whoever this partner, these friends of Ritsuka's are. That's great right?
Of course they need something. Ritsuka's out cold. Every healing spell that phone of Yasuho's could spill out, she did until she collapsed herself, and Ritsuka's still not waking up. White as a ghost, shuddering with every breath, a simultaneous reason to fear and to breathe with relief because apparently despite the literal worst she just won't die.
(And won't that be fun to explain, Yasuho can't help but think as she sits there, arms weakly supported by her knees while her arguable best friend of recent days sits wrapped up on a racecar bed.)
(Won't that be grand, when she knows Ritsuka will probably blink off the shock and smile and say 'well it's fine now', or possibly even 'I've had worse'.)
Of course they need help, but there's a dark cloud on her thoughts that asks, Can you Actually Trust what you're Reading?
Ritsuka would know if these were the people they said they were.
But Ritsuka isn't awake. And with just what it was that told her there could be danger to begin with, she can only imagine how many on her normal, actual phone contacts are unavailable for their own reasons.
Just a little longer, it says. She wants to scream that she doesn't want to look at this a 'little longer'. Her friend isn't supposed to look like this. She's not supposed to be dead weight in her arms, she's not supposed to be red on white, an image that refuses to go away even long after she's scrubbed half away.
'If you need anything', she reads again, but all she can think is 'what if that becomes a trap?'
Yasuho stares at the message a little longer before sending one last thing back.]
Okay
We won't be found.
[The only thing she can send, until Ritsuka wakes and tells her with a smile as fragile as it is sincere, that it'll be okay.]
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a while after caleb's post and All That; 1/3
Fujimaru, I wanted to talk to you about that new Black Order member in town.
[She'd be able to clear it up one way or the other, surely.]
no subject
It's fine if you're busy, just acknowledge you saw this.
[...She was just busy. She was just busy. Please, let her just be busy.]
Fujimaru?
voice;
Ritsuka, answer your goddamn phone, I'm not even close to screwing around right now.
TEXT
Followed by the scene. Gathering Ritsuka, the animals, the supplies her reeling mind could even consider.
It isn't quite an hour by the time Yasuho can even consider looking at Ritsuka's phone and when she does it's with a chewed lip and raw tearstains. It is with a shaking breath, somehow steadier than before, as she grasps a too pale hand in hers to press a single finger to the screen.
Yasuho skims- she doesn't have to do more than that- and types-]
We're alive
[And oh, hello autocorrect, ever dilligent in giving something a sense of grammar and stability apparently-]
We're hidden
Please don't look for us
no subject
no subject
Safe. Safe is...well.]
For now
[Safe is a matter of perspective, and Yasuho doesn't know that she can trust a lot right now. They're hidden, and Ritsuka's stable, but that's all she has.
What happened though.]
An attack
[How much can she trust to put on the app, about that?]
I found her after
I got her out
[...How much can she trust to say about Ritsuka's condition on the app?]
no subject
Wherever you are, stay there. If you need anything at all, you can reach me here and we'll figure something out. You can trust me, my partner and I are close friends of Ritsuka's.
Keep your heads down and stay quiet until we handle this problem. I promise it won't take too much longer.
no subject
Of course they need something. Ritsuka's out cold. Every healing spell that phone of Yasuho's could spill out, she did until she collapsed herself, and Ritsuka's still not waking up. White as a ghost, shuddering with every breath, a simultaneous reason to fear and to breathe with relief because apparently despite the literal worst she just won't die.
(And won't that be fun to explain, Yasuho can't help but think as she sits there, arms weakly supported by her knees while her arguable best friend of recent days sits wrapped up on a racecar bed.)
(Won't that be grand, when she knows Ritsuka will probably blink off the shock and smile and say 'well it's fine now', or possibly even 'I've had worse'.)
Of course they need help, but there's a dark cloud on her thoughts that asks, Can you Actually Trust what you're Reading?
Ritsuka would know if these were the people they said they were.
But Ritsuka isn't awake. And with just what it was that told her there could be danger to begin with, she can only imagine how many on her normal, actual phone contacts are unavailable for their own reasons.
Just a little longer, it says. She wants to scream that she doesn't want to look at this a 'little longer'. Her friend isn't supposed to look like this. She's not supposed to be dead weight in her arms, she's not supposed to be red on white, an image that refuses to go away even long after she's scrubbed half away.
'If you need anything', she reads again, but all she can think is 'what if that becomes a trap?'
Yasuho stares at the message a little longer before sending one last thing back.]
Okay
We won't be found.
[The only thing she can send, until Ritsuka wakes and tells her with a smile as fragile as it is sincere, that it'll be okay.]