Siebzehn - [Action/Voice]

[bamfing]

[On the last night of the draft, Kurt took a major beating. For those who had been there, Kurt had become a flurry of teleportations, moving in and out of the enemies and becoming almost impossible to follow. He doesn't know how many he might have wounded or killed, but it had all been halted when he got stabbed with a near fatal wound. He doesn't even recall what happened after that. In fact, between that and the sickness, he only wakes up today in a bed in the medical center. When he tries to get up, he realizes that's not so much a good idea.

At the very least, he finds his journal next to him. So... he pulls that out to ask the inevitable question on his mind.]

I'm back in one piece. Sorry if I worried anyone, but I'm ahh... not even sure what happened.

... so, did we win?

Comments

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[cowledcrusader.livejournal.com]

...We survived.

[...So yes. And no.]

[Voice, Filtered]

[bamfing]

[... that voice sounds familiar.]

Ahh well... that's good. All of us?

[Voice, Filtered]

[cowledcrusader.livejournal.com]

Not sure. We took some casualties during the draft. The last day was chaotic.

[Voice, Filtered]

[bamfing]

... do you know how many?

[He knows it was chaotic. He's surprised he's even alive now. And if he came so close to death, then his friends who aren't so lucky to be able to teleport around blades...]