It takes a monster to kill a monster

Kayde growls in response, low and rumbling, and his claws tighten on the nape of the other wolf, a clear threat. “I don’t think so pup. I’ve got a few questions for you and then you can be on your way.”

Gabriel fought the instinct to bare his throat more, refusing to submit to the stranger wolf. His reached up and grabbed the offender’s arm, his own claws digging into the skin. “What makes you think I’m going to answer anything? I’m just passing through. Let me go and you never have to see me again.” Despite looking for a place to settle, he didn’t want to stay in a place that wasn’t welcoming. He really didn’t want to fight over territory when it was just himself.

#kayde #bravelittletrickster #werewolf au #[I guess it counts as an au since for this i'd imagine the rest of redkeep are werewolves too #[though they may not make an appearance

“I doubt that.” the claws in his arm stung, but Kayde didn’t let go yet. The last thing he needed was to have to chase this wolf down to get some proper answers. And even more so he didn’t need to get led into an ambush. Though, if the rest of the pack was as shaggy looking as this one it might not be much of a fight.

“Where is the rest of your pack? It can’t just be you alone trespassing.”

⌧ - grip my muse by the back of the neck - Kayde --Redkeep-trio

Gabriel wanted to struggle, really he did, but his body tensed up on him at the tight grip on him. He growled both at himself and at the werewolf. “Let. Me. Go.”

@redkeep-trio

#kayde #bravelittletrickster #v: ?#heck yes for them both being werewolves #also I love kayde calling gabe pup even though gabe is probably older #kayde is like that 28 year old that calls everyone hun or darlin or kiddo

He hated demons.

Xander resisted the urge for the fifth time that hour to just say fuck it and leave. He was so tired of this pompous pea-cocking that Asmodeus had been doing ever since he arrived for this little meet up. Look at my lovely army of demons cambion, look at my dangerous artifacts cambion, look at this willy nilly show of powers I did for fun cambion.

If Asmodeus called him cambion one more time he was gonna cut his tongue out of his Colonel Sanders looking head.

Perhaps the only upside to this entire encounter was that Xander was going to get a lot out of it if he agreed to some kind of partnership. Because apparently demons were all stupid and because some other cambion in the past had insane powers they assumed he did too. Which luckily meant every time he got just a little too close to other demons they flinched away and it was the most satisfying thing ever.

They were now headed down into some kind of dungeon, and Xander wanted to roll his eyes at the stereo-typicality of it all but before he could do so there was something, niggling at the edge of his senses. It certainly didn’t feel like a demon, if anything it felt more like Asmo did and Xander did not like the idea of there being another high demon down here. Asmodeus stopped in front of one of the cells then opened it and stood to the side, looking entirely too proud of himself.

“And here, is my most valuable possession.”

Xander couldn’t believe his fucking eyes. An angel. That was a damn angel that Asmo had chained up and looking miserable and terrified and ‘oh god are those stitches in his mouth??’ He stepped past Asmodeus and into the cell, ignoring the quiet little attempt to dissuade him as he crossed over to the angel and knelt down in front of them. Then softly, but with as much venom in his voice as he could muster he said “Asmodeus. I’m going to give you 3 minutes to leave before I rip you and all your goons into little pieces.” There was a choked protest and he turned just enough to glare over his shoulder. “Starting now. Beat it.”

And maybe it was something in his tone or just the way that everything about him screamed ‘I’m gonna follow through with that if its the last thing I do’ but Asmodeus’ eyes widened before he took off with his demons in tow. Lovely, now he just needed to get out of here before they wizened up. He turned back to the angel.

“It’s alright, I’m not going to hurt you. I promise.”

@bravelittletrickster

Gabriel hated everything.

As much as he didn’t want to, decades in Purgatory had made him hate his brother for stabbing him and starting this never ending downward spiral. He knew most of that was just festering detestation that could potentially mend if he ever got out of the mess and back on a path toward some sense of normalcy.

He hated Purgatory and all its monsters and fighting and constantly being torn apart bit by bit. He hated falling so far from when he used to be one of the most powerful beings.

Most of all, though, he hated Asmodeus. At first, there had been a shred of gratefulness for getting him out of Purgatory, but that was quickly destroyed much like the rest of him. As weak as he was, he still tried to fight and escape that new prison. He would taunt and tease Asmodeus for being the weakest of Lucifer’s Princes and how he was only able to get Gabriel was because he had been ripped apart in Purgatory and couldn’t instantly vaporize him.

Then, his mouth had been sewn shut. His main defense snatched from him. Any Grace he’d regained after escaping from Purgatory was quickly taken from him for Asmodeus’ gain. The Prince left him just enough so he wouldn’t disappear from existence and so he could take more later. It didn’t take long for Asmodeus to completely overpower him and effectively make him a cowering shell of his former self. He was nothing more than a slowly refilling container of Grace for Asmodeus to take from when he pleased.

The stronger the Prince of Hell became, the worse the torture got. His already damaged wings were absolutely destroyed and he was sure they would never be able to heal if he managed to survive and escape this place.

One day, Gabriel sat up when he heard footsteps on the stairs, barely detecting another unfamiliar presence with Asmodeus. He stilled when they stopped outside his cage and flinched when the door opened. It was too soon since the last draw that he knew the Prince was not here for his Grace and could only assume that Asmodeus was bringing friends along now to torture him.

The newcomer entered his cage and he scrambled back until he hit the far corner, ready to put up whatever pitiful fight he could muster. He knew that there was little he could do in his state and he couldn’t even tell what this newcomer was to know what he might be going up against, but Gabriel refused to be even more of a plaything for the Prince than he already was. Confusion rose at the newcomer’s reaction and he could do nothing more than stare at him after he had sent Asmodeus away.

#xander #bravelittletrickster #v: prison break #xander right now is the equivalency of a normal person meeting an abused tiger #upset and in awe and low key afraid #also i guarantee he has no idea gabriel is an archangel

Xander wasn’t sure what to do. He’d never... actually been this close to a genuine angel to be honest. A nephillim sure but not a real angel. It was... well he was sure if the angel hadn’t been beaten to hell and back and currently only possessing a whisper of grace, then it would probably be an awing sight. As it was Xander only felt sadness towards the broken creature, and rage towards Asmodeus and his demons.

“I promise. On my word as a cambion, however that much is worth, I won’t hurt you. But we need to leave.”

He stepped forward, assessing the cuffs holding the poor thing and regretting not having demanded a key. Still there was an easier way around that. He reached out and grabbed the chain, slipping a very sharp knife from his sleeve and using it to snap through the chain before the angel could even see the blade. Then he did the same to the other.

“We’ll have to remove the cuffs later. Can you stand?”

If he couldn’t... well Xander wasn’t exactly a big guy but he could probably carry a malnourished angel.

riotmlllf

if you tag me in a chain post and i don't do it it's not because i hate you it's because i am very lazy. i love you thank you for tagging me.

#thats basicaly it #i'm just very tired and i cannot bring m yself to do things

redkeep-trio:

bravelittletrickster:

Lemons Not Demons || Closed

Gabriel shrugged, pulling a face, “Nah, I know how to act better than horny mutts. I can control my…urges,” he emphasized this with a thrust of his hips and a lick of his lips. He watched the summoner as he started the exorcism, deciding to play along.

He coughed, holding his chest as he acted as if he was choking. He dropped to his knees forcing black smoke to seep from his lips. But his coughs soon turned to laughs and he smacked the ground before standing back up. “Ha, y’see…an exorcism only works (snicker) if there’s a body with another soul in it that can be exorcised. But there’s one shocking problem with that,” Gabriel put his hands on his hips, “This is all me, baby. There’s nothing to exorcise me from.”

For a brief moment Xander had been relieved that he could banish this growing headache and get back to what he was supposed to be doing, only for his hopes to be crushed immediately. He knew demons that weren’t possessing bodies couldn’t be exorcised, he just didn’t think some lowly incubus was going to have that. Which meant….

“Lovely. So I’m killing you then.” that was, if he could kill it. Sure Xander kept blessed bullets in his gun and he had inscribed consecrated knives, but incubi could be tricky. Here’s hoping his gear did the trick because he did not have the time or energy to go researching other methods while he had this demon trapped in the circle.

Saying that, he set down the items he’d used to attempt to exorcise the demon and pulled a gun from the holster on the small of his back. “Right well this isn’t personal but I really do have something to be doing that doesn’t include dying during sex just to get rid of you.”

Gabriel watched the man carefully, wishing he could know exactly what was going through his head. This man intrigued him and he really hoped he could get to know him more, despite the man clearly not wanting anything to do with him.

Still, he frowned when the gun was aimed at him. He cocked his head, black eyes only looking at the gun briefly before returning to hold his gaze. His head slightly cocked, an unreadable expression settled on his face.

“You can’t believe all of the myths, dearie,” he said, body language relaxed as if he didn’t ahve a gun trained on him, “Not all incubi and succubi kill doing the deed. Personally, I’d rather just wipe the memory of the event than kill the person. That’s messy and then there’s all the paperwork you have to fill out on destroying a soul and it’s just all a hassle for just doing what we have to to survive.” He sighed, “And how do you know those bullets would work on me anyway when your little exorcism didn’t?”

#xander #bravelittletrickster #v: lemons not demons #morally grey muses are fun lmao #xander will kill a bitch but not if he thinks they're innocent #also roadtrip time!#low key i may be referencing another oc of mine cause ayyy gotta throw in the side characters where ya can

“Don’t call me dearie.” he was intensely not a fan of it, especially from someone he didn’t know. “And I know these bullets will kill you because you owning that body has the added downside of meaning blessed bullets will be twice as effective. Can’t smoke out when it’s yours now can you.” he rested his finger over the trigger, intent on ending the conversation now and moving on but... hesitated.

Demons lied. That’s what they did. It was why Xander hated having anything to do with them so much. But, he had heard stories before of Incubi who could hold back, that didn’t kill their victims if only for the possibility of a repeat performance. And damn his moral compass because Xander was many things but someone who killed without good reason wasn’t one of them.

The gun lowered slightly, and his finger left the trigger.

“Look,” he pinched the bridge of his nose, feeling a headache coming on. “beyond the fact that I don’t believe a single word you’re saying, I’m really not interested. I don’t do casual sex and especially not with potentially murderous sex demons who can’t promise me I’m going to live through the act.”

But damn him Xander had an idea.

“However, I do know someone who might be able to solve this, though he’s a few days drive from here.”

blackcatmemes

Mass Effect Starters

Quotes taken from the Mass Effect games.

“An eye for an eye; a life for a life. Well he owes me ten lives and I plan to collect.”

“May you be in heaven half an hour before the devil knows you’re dead.”

“Stand in the ashes of a trillion dead souls and ask the ghosts if honor matters. The silence is your answer.”

“I don’t need luck. I have ammo.”

“Had to be me. Someone else might have gotten it wrong.”

“Fuck you and thanks for asking.”

“Your time is precious. Spend it wisely and with those who care for you.”

“Is submission not preferable to extinction?”

“ Why is it whenever someone says ‘with all due respect,’ they really mean ‘kiss my ass?’”

“In case you hadn’t noticed, this whole place is falling apart!”

“Burn you son of a bitch.”

“But only now do I feel alive. That is your influence.”

“In the end, what they chose to call us is irrelevant. We simply… are.”

“Your extinction is inevitable.”

“You still sassin’ me soldier? I think you need more physical training.”

“The only hope of survival is to join with them.”

“You would doom our entire civilization to complete annihilation, and for that, you must die.”

“After time adrift among open stars, among tides of light and to shoals of dust, I will return to where I began.”

“An assassin is a weapon to be used. A tool. If a person were to kill a man would you hold the gun responsible?”

“I know you will see this through to the end for all of us, no matter the cost.”

“Sometimes crazy is the best way to go.”

“You have the right to remain silent. I wish to God you’d exercise it.”

“Human history is written in a litany of blood shed over differing opinions of government and afterlife.”

“Just because I like you doesn’t mean I won’t kill you.”

“We’ve lost good people. We may lose more.”

“Maybe you’re right. Maybe we can’t win this. But we’ll fight you regardless!”

“I fight for the right to choose our own fate. And if I die, I’ll die knowing that I did everything I could to stop you.”

“I’m sorry, I’m getting a lot of bullshit on this line.”

“I’m pleased that the imminent destruction of all organic life has improved you career opportunities.”

“Please tell me you didn’t hear that.”

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Rattled and Relief Starters

“You’re shaking, I can see it. It’s okay.”

“Get away get away… get away…”

“You’re not okay, please, let me help.”

“Stop it, no. Enough. STOP!”

“It’s okay, I’m here. You’re okay.”

“I just-I’m sorry I… I didn’t mean to react that way.”

“Did I… please tell me I didn’t hurt you.”

“We’re going somewhere safe.”

“No, no no no it’s all going wrong, we’re running out of time!”

“We’re gonna get through this, okay? Trust me?”

“It never really stopped… the shaking is always there…”

“Please don’t lie to me… tell me what’s wrong.”

“How about we just go somewhere quiet okay?”

“I know I’m not good at this but… I’m here.”

“You’re making it worse!”

“Why did you have to bring it up?”

“Hold onto me, you’ll be okay.”

“I want it to stop. It’s not stopping.”

“Are you doing better?”

“Don’t make me talk about it. Please don’t.”

“It’s alright… I get it, I do.”

“I’m back, like I promised.”

“Leave me alone-just leave me alone.”

“I’m coming closer, and I’m going to put my hand on your shoulder, alright?”

“You are safe. You are going to be safe.”

whumpbox

f*ck with my muse send a number, get a drabble. caution: blood, torture, lots of violence.

1: dangle my muse over the edge of a building

2: break any bone(s) in my muse’s body

3: slap my muse

4: punch my muse

5: drug my muse

6: shoot my muse

7: stab my muse

8: pour salt in my muse’s wound(s)

9: strangle my muse

10: step on my muse’s finger(s)

11: wake my muse with bright lights

12: hold my muse’s head under water

13: burn my muse

14: make my muse listen to loud, high-pitched noises

15: spit in my muse’s face

16: beat my muse to a bloody pulp

17: hit my muse with a vehicle

18: throw an object at my muse

19: follow my muse

20: leave my muse out in the cold

21: withhold food from my muse

22: place a cup of water just out of my muse’s reach

23: trip my muse

24: insult my muse

25: scar my muse

26: frighten my muse

27: grab a fistful of my muse’s hair

28: knee my muse in the gut

29: force my muse to stay awake

30: lock my muse in a room

31: watch my muse collapse and do nothing

32: grip my muse’s wrists

33: hit my muse over the head with a blunt object

34: force my muse to their knees

35: force my muse to their feet

36: bite my muse

37: knock a few of my muse’s teeth loose

38: poke and prod at my muse’s injuries

39: send a disturbing package to my muse

40: poison my muse

invictarex-deactivated20201005

PSA: I AM A SLOW RPer

I AM SLOW. IT IS NOT BECAUSE I DON’T WANT TO RP WITH YOU. IT IS NOT BECAUSE I DON’T LIKE YOU OR YOUR MUSE. IT IS NOT BECAUSE I DON’T LIKE WRITING WITH YOU. IT IS NOT BECAUSE I DON’T LIKE OUR THREAD(S). I AM SLOW. I AM TAKING THE TIME TO MAKE SURE MY REPLY IS SOMETHING I CAN FEEL PROUD OF AND WANT TO SHARE WITH YOU. PLEASE BE PATIENT. I PROMISE IT’LL BE WORTH THE WAIT! <3

#i rapid fire alternate between 5 replies in a night or not replying for a month #i'm just like this

sgojosmom

also if you’re cool with pre-established relationships/dynamics where we skip all the awkwardness of starting to roleplay with someone new and jump straight to plotting a little and tagging each other in stuff hmu

#im down for this

horrificmemes

Suspicious Sentence Starters

Send me one of the following sentences regarding suspicion, trust, and paranoia.

“I’m not sure you have the best intentions.” “When have I ever steered you wrong?” “What makes you think I can trust you?” “I don’t trust you. Not yet.” “It’s hard for me to believe anything you say.” “It hurts that you still can’t trust me after all this time.” “I made a mistake, okay? Are you going to distrust me forever?” “It takes me a long time to open up to people, I’m sorry.” “There’s someone outside watching the house.” “I have a weird feeling about him/her/them.” “Why do you always think people are up to something?” “I won’t give you my trust. You have to earn it.” “You can’t live your life being suspicious of everybody around you.” “I know we just met, but you have to trust me.” “What on earth are you up to?” “So, what were you whispering about?” “You’ve been keeping a secret from me.” “I’m not crazy, we’re being watched!” “Why do I get the feeling you’re not telling me the truth?” “I’d rather be safe than sorry when it comes to people I don’t know yet.” “I trusted you once and I’m never doing it again.” “You see that person? I think they’re following us.” “I just get this feeling that someone has been watching me.” “Who are you and why have you been following me?” “I used to be a very trusting person.” “Where were you?” “I’m sorry I didn’t trust you.” “You won’t call me ‘paranoid’ when you realize I’ve been right all along.” “You were right, okay? I’m sorry I didn’t listen to you.” “Give me one good reason to trust you.” “After last time, I’m not sure I should listen to you.” “Nope. Nuh-uh. I’m not trusting another one of your bad plans.” “How can we trust this person?” “How do I know you won’t just stab me in the back?” “I’m sorry, I just can’t bring myself to trust you again.” “You were right. I was a fool to trust them.” “I’m not suspicious. I’m just cautious.” “I told you that they were bad news.” “No, facebook stalking isn’t ‘creepy’, it’s called ‘being careful’.” “I get a bad feeling about them.”

horrificmemes

Imprisoned/Trapped Monster Starters

(requested by several users, and including non-verbal actions. Add pronouns/rephrase as needed!)

HUMAN

“Who locked you up in here?” “So you’re the beast they were talking about.” “Calm down, I’m not the one who put you in there!” “I’m going to try getting you out. Just hold still.” “Why would they put you in there?” “Hello? Can you understand me?” “No, I’m not letting you out.” “We’re going to make sure you rot in there.” “I’ll only let you out if you promise not to eat me alive.” “Are you in some kind of trouble?” “Stop struggling, I’m trying to help you!” “You’re staying in there until we find out what you are.” “You poor thing. Why would anyone do this to you?” “If you cooperate, we might just set you free.” “I can’t let you out. They’ll just come after you again.” “How long have you been in there?” “You weren’t born in that tank, were you?” “Your freedom is just the price to pay for our very important research.” “I’ll cut you down, just stop struggling!” “I’m not going to hurt you, I just need to cut these ropes.” “Stop howling, they can hear you a mile away!” *taps on the glass* *waves* “Can you hear me through the glass?” *holds up a note to the glass* [insert message]

MONSTER

“What do you want with me?” “You’re not here to poke me with anything, are you?” “Open the fucking door and let me out!” “I didn’t do anything wrong. Why am I in here?” “I know why you’re letting me out. You’re hoping I lead you to the others.” “I’m the only one of my kind.” “I was minding my own business. Next thing I know, I’m in here.” “They’ve been running tests on me.” “Please, let me out. Have some mercy.” “I just want to go home.” “I was born in this facility.” “It’s been so long, I don’t even remember how old I am.” “I haven’t been outside in years [months/weeks/etc].” “Just at least tell me why I can’t go home.” “Don’t come near me, I can get out on my own!” “I can free myself. Get that knife away from me.” *swipes claws* *hisses* *stares curiously through the glass* *points at the cage door* *places hands on the glass*

horrificmemes

Blood, Gore & Injury Sentence Starters

tAll of these prompts are related to injury, blood, gore, fatal wounding, etc, so if any of that squicks you, please keep scrolling

“What happened to you?” “Why…why are you holding your stomach? Is that blood?!” “Keep this cloth over the wound and keep pressing.” “We’ll get you to a hospital, just keep breathing.” “Oh, oh my god! It was an accident! I’m so sorry!” “It’s just a bit of blood, stop freaking out!” “You’re panicking?! I’m the one who got fucking *insert injury*!” “No, no, it looks fine. Just don’t worry about it.” “I-is that my blood?” “Shh, stay calm, we’re going to get you some help.” “What - what did you DO to yourself?!” “Does it hurt?” “I don’t feel any pain. It’s just…numb.” “*name*? Come on, say something to me.” “Your stomach isn’t going to fall out, just keep applying pressure.” “I-I can’t get the bleeding to stop.” “There was so much blood. I’ve never seen so much.” “We were able to get you to the hospital. Um, most of you, anyways.” “Do you remember what happened?” “I’m so sorry. I should have been there sooner.” “You’re gonna make it, don’t worry.” “No, no, don’t fall asleep. Just keep talking to me.” “It hurts. Fuck it hurts!” “I-I don’t want to die.” “This isn’t how I wanted to go.” “Is that…bone?!” “I don’t have a bandage. Here, use my shirt.” “I don’t have any medical training, but I’ll do what I can.” “How are we going to get rid of these stains?” “I want to help you, but I don’t know how.” “Why are you limping? What happened?!” “They just collapsed in front of me! We have to get them to a doctor.” “I’m okay, it doesn’t hurt anymore.” “Will you stay with me?” “I’m gonna be sick.” “It was the most gruesome thing I’ve ever seen.” “I wish I could forget all of that blood.”

parismemes

CARING FOR STUBBORN MUSES. for when the person you’re trying to care for insists they don’t need your help.

“at least let me clean the wound!” “you’ll be even worse off if you don’t let me bandage this.” “i really think you need to see a doctor.” “i made you some soup, and i’m going to sit here until you eat it. i can wait.” “your feelings matter too! i can’t help you if i don’t even know what’s making you upset!” “..i’m here if you need anything, okay?” “stop trying to push yourself! you can’t do this on your own!” “listen, i know you don’t want to, but.. maybe you should rest for a while. you’re not going to get anywhere like this.” “i’ll make you a deal: i’ll just get you some bandages, and nothing else, and you stop making a fuss over it.” “how long has it last been since you slept?” “have you even been taking your medicine?” “i know you think you have to get through this by yourself, but you have people here to help you.” “let me take care of you, for once.” “you’re gonna hurt yourself even more if you do stupid things like that!” “i hate to break it to you, but you’re not supposed to do any strenuous physical activity for the next couple weeks, and if i have to personally make sure you don’t every waking hour of the day then i’m fully prepared to do that.” “it’s okay to cry in front of me, you know. you don’t have to carry this alone.” “stop trying to act like you’re not bleeding out in front of me!! this is serious!” “listen, asshole. i’m gonna carry you home whether you like it or not. you’re not in any condition to get there yourself.” “oh my god, why didn’t you tell me it was this bad?!”

memesfortheroleplayerssoul

⊱simple introduction starters⊰

❝what are you doing here?❞

❝you’re going to hurt yourself, let me help you.❞

❝why are you staring at me?❞

❝if you didn’t want to talk to me, you could’ve just said so.❞

❝i think you dropped this.❞

❝here, i’ll pay for that.❞

❝so i assume you’re the one everyone’s talking about.❞

❝that outfit looks nice on you, where’d you get it?❞

❝why are you doing this?❞

❝so that looks dangerous… want to try it?❞

❝you’re going to do WHAT with WHAT?❞

❝can you help me grab this?❞

❝don’t talk to me until i’ve had my coffee. thanks.❞

❝that was possibly the weirdest thing i’ve ever seen.❞

❝you have the prettiest smile i’ve seen all day.❞

❝do i have anything on my shirt?❞

❝are you waiting for an interview too?❞

❝is this seat saved for anyone?❞

❝i’ve never been here before, it’s beautiful.❞

❝do you know the directions to (location)?❞

❝so how long have you been working here?❞

❝how many of those have you had?❞

❝i’m not suppose to talk to strangers.❞

❝you’ll be ok, i promise.❞

❝can you hear me?❞

❝i think you’re on my foot…❞

❝i guess you’re stuck with me ‘til the elevator starts working.❞

❝could you POSSIBLY get more annoying?❞

❝i have several questions, first off WHY?❞

❝why would you do that?“

❝i think that guy is giving you a weird look.❞

❝hey are you ok?❞

❝do you live here?❞

❝are you third-wheeling too?❞

❝why are like this?❞

❝who did this to you?❞

❝who told you that?❞

❝why are you following me?❞

memes-for-the-rper

Not-doing-too-good sentence starters

“Whoa, are you okay?”

“You took that hit pretty hard…”

“Don’t stand up yet.”

“That definitely looks broken…”

“Walk it off.”

“How are you feeling?”

“When was the last time you slept?”

“You look like shit.”

“Have you been eating enough?”

“Here, let me help you.”

“Why are you limping?”

“You’re really pale…”

“Did you just go throw up?”

“Why aren’t you eating?”

“______? You’re bleeding…really bad.”

“That looks infected.”

“Why didn’t you tell me earlier?!”

“I told you you’d get sick.”

“How many fingers am I holding up?”

“Wake up–you were hyperventilating, are you okay?”

“It was just a dream, you’re alright.”

“Look at me–you’re safe.”

“Take a deep breath.”

“Are you bleeding?!”

“How’d you get a bruise like that?”

“What happened?”

“Let me help you!”

“Can you hear me?”

“You hit your head pretty hard.”

“Don’t move.”

“I know it hurts, I’m sorry.”

“Breathe.”