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At least she was good at following orders. Haruka shook her head to clear it before trying to find a pulse again. Her eyes closed and she willed the wind around them to die down just for a moment. “It’s faint.” Haruka merely answered. “Tell them to hurry.”

Oh she wished Michiru was there. It would be better for her to tell her how to handle this, how to stop the bleeding, how to deal with this girl who was obviously panicking as much as she was internally.

Where were those sirens?

"Yeah. Yeah, yeah, yeah," Beth nodded. "But it’s faint. Please, hurry." Once told, Beth hung up the phone and sat down next to Haruka and the civilian once more.

Slowly, Beth looked up at the elder blonde. “Is she gonna be okay?” she whispered. “C-can I do anything?” Beth had never seen someone covered in so much blood before. The closest she came was when her mother cut her hand on accident when Beth was only a toddler, and that paled in comparison.

That put her at a loss for words. What to do next. The ambulance would be there shortly, and because the girl told them something about a gunshot, there would be police and questioning. And based on what this girl has done so far, that could be a rough road to take.

"You have two choices. Either you stay here and wait for the authorities to come and eventually the police who will ask questions about what happened. Or two," Haruka looked up. "Wait for the sirens, make sure they find her, and make sure you're a safe distance away. It doesn't matter what you choose, but you have to decide quick."

Beth nodded, eyes wide like a puppy as she listened to everything Haruka said. While the woman tended to the body, Beth jumped to her feet and went to retrieve her phone. Shaky hands dialed 911, blood smearing on the screen.

She waited for someone to pick up and immediately began talking. “I’m at Main and Fifth in the alley, um, it-it looks like someone’s been shot.” She couldn’t tell the truth. She’d be locked away or killed. “There’s a lot of blood.”

When the operator asked her a question, she turned to Haruka. “Is there a-a pulse?” she whimpered.

At least she was good at following orders. Haruka shook her head to clear it before trying to find a pulse again. Her eyes closed and she willed the wind around them to die down just for a moment. "It's faint." Haruka merely answered. "Tell them to hurry."

Where were those sirens?

Beth glanced up as a woman’s shadow cast over her, and her cries softened upon seeing Haruka. “A-are you Sailor Uranus?” she asked quietly. She was always quiet, but now her voice seemed barely audible, even to herself.

"Um- I, uh… I didn’t mean to hurt her," Beth tried to explain. "I was just practicing my powers, and…" She took a deep breath, trying not to burst into more sobs. "She just walked in the way; the wind cut her stomach." The sound made her sick; it was just like a bullet. "I didn’t know my power was that strong."

It might have been because of her own heart beating too fast but Haruka didn't feel a pulse. But she wasn't going to make it for too much longer. "Just call me Haruka. Did you call for an ambulance yet?" Haruka tried to be as calm as she could in a situation like this. This girl did this? And with the wind? Impossible...

"Okay, look. I need you to calm down. You still have your phone right? Call for an ambulance." Since Michiru wasn't picking up, this had to be the best route of action.

Beth glanced at the phone as it rang, tears still welling up in her eyes as she tried to cover the civilian’s wound and stop the bleeding. In a fit of anger and frustration, she grabbed the device and threw it into the brick wall, a screech erupting from her throat.

Another sob escaped the blonde, and she leaned over the woman once more, putting as much pressure on her midriff as possible. “Please don’t die, please don’t die,” she begged the woman. Beth hated her powers. Minako kept on telling her she’d get used to them, but she couldn’t just put up with hurting innocent people.

#soldiersoftheuniverse #i hope you realize that haruka was calling michiru?#i suppose it could even be usagi at this point but more than likely michiru

Her nerves made her jumpy but Haruka was able to listen enough to get to around the area where energy seemed to be swirling around her. Getting off her bike and take a deep breath, Haruka walked with her hand on top of her pocketed lip rod, hoping that she didn't have to use it. There didn't seem to be any trace of youma around.

The sound of crying led her to another all too familiar sight, but the wind pushed onward to move her. Haruka went to her knees before the bleeding woman and put her jacket over the wound. Feeling for a pulse, she looked around. "Is there a youma around or something I need to look out for?"

soldiersoftheuniverse reblogged your post:[Text from Beth]: There’s blood. There’s a lot of blood.

[Text]: Minako told me to text this number. You’re the wind soldier, right? I didn’t mean to hurt anyone.

[Text:] Look, I'm not anything all right? I'm not soldier, and I don't know anyone by that name!

She sent it, but immediately sent another because that last part of that still made her unsettled.

[Text:] Seriously though, are you okay?

[Text]: No. But if you’re not a soldier, you can’t help.

Beth set the phone down and looked at the innocent young woman before her, blood covering her midriff. She didn’t mean to use her powers like that. The wind just started moving faster and faster, and the young woman was in the crossfire.

Immediately, Haruka was on the phone and trying to call the one person who would gladly go and find out what was happening. "Pick up, pick up, pick up, pick up! Dammit!" Voicemail. And instead of cursing Michiru for giving some girl--another soldier, her number, Haruka hung up and rubbed her hands through her hair. Something was wrong and it was making her uneasy.

It was roaring in her ears too.

"Like I can't do anything!" Haruka opened the door to her balcony and summoned the one thing that made her feel complete and frustrated at the same time. After stuffing it into her pocket, she climbed down the fire escape and jumped onto her motorcycle. She didn't know how, or why, but the wind would lead her to the place it needed her to go.

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#;the racer

Once the boy finished the story, he heard the girl asking for him to show her something? Is she talking the solar surfer? Boy she’s really not going to let that go huh?

"Whoa, easy there, I can’t just show you my solar surfer, I don’t even know your name!"

"Haruka Tenoh. Nice to meet you." She smiled and raised her hands to show she wasn't going to do anything. "Calm down. I've never heard of something like that before and I wondered if you'd show it to me. You're story's great and all, but I'm more of a visual person."

She thought about it, and decided another way. "Is it something you made yourself? If it really does all that stuff, the person that built it is more than impressive in my eyes. But I suppose if you don't want to show off something that cool, it's fine too."

#aquestiontotheworld

soldiersoftheuniverse reblogged your post:[Text from Beth]: There’s blood. There’s a lot of blood.

[Text]: Minako told me to text this number. You’re the wind soldier, right? I didn’t mean to hurt anyone.

[Text:] Look, I'm not anything all right? I'm not soldier, and I don't know anyone by that name!

She sent it, but immediately sent another because that last part of that still made her unsettled.

[Text:] Seriously though, are you okay?

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It was a bit painful, yes. But sure enough like the girl said, it was over quickly. Hotaru relaxed with a huff, running a hand through her hair before looking back up at Haruka. Of course, the other still looked pretty worried.

"You're okay?" Haruka eventually said, even trying to help the girl up. "You're sure you don't need me to call someone for you?" She focused a little on her breathing too, if only to remind herself that she wasn't dreaming. That this girl was okay. Nothing was happening right now.

She wasn't under obligation to stay, but Haruka decided to stick around just in case. "What's your name?"

#silentxsailor

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[Text]: There’s blood. There’s a lot of blood.

[Text:] …Like you need someone to run to the store or need to go to the hospital a lot?

Haruka was about to put her phone down when the second text came, causing her to frown. Did that mean a ‘personal’ issue or not? Why not just get the stuff while she was out already? The memory of a rather hardy shiver from earlier made her delete the negative response from her phone.

"This is annoying."

She was still against this and made it apparent with the small partnership that Haruka could deal with. There was no transforming, she wasn’t a soldier, but she would be there when Michiru needed first aid. As much as Haruka didn’t want to admit it, the idea of Michiru laying around somewhere and bleeding out made her sick to her stomach. The thought that it could be because of her made the nightmares worse.

Despite the lack of sleep, Haruka turned the key Michiru made her take (best not to have anyone think you’re breaking in here) and froze at the droplets of red heading further inside. The dream came back and knocked the wind out of her lungs as punishment for neglected duty. But Haruka held firm. She was not going to get sick.

"Oi, where are you?" It came out harsher than she wanted but it couldn’t be helped. She was here, wasn’t she? Growing red leading towards the open bathroom, made Haruka look away and luckily find Michiru. "Got more antiseptic too." She murmured.

There had been only silence to the request. But she knew, somehow, that didn’t mean the blond wasn’t coming. Rather than dwell on whether or not the other girl was going to appear, she instead focused on her leg.

From ankle to knee, across the shin and calf, was a cut deep enough when it was made to have her pausing, faltering. Yet she’d mustered enough to send off a last Deep Submerge before limping halfway home with both it and another matching gouge on her arm. She was, however, unfortunately well versed in cleaning up after these battles. She’d gotten the ‘ouch-less’ cleansers (because who wanted to hurt more after being hurt so badly, so often?), so much medical gauze and tape that someone might think she was starting something untoward, and lately she’d gotten a decent stock of crazy glue - though the first time it’d been a needle and thread - and she still had the faint scar on her thigh to prove it.

She was, she had to admit it, impressed with just how fast Haruka had managed to get there after the text. She’d finished gluing the wound closed and was in the middle of wrapping it when she heard the girl call. ”Here!” she called, wincing at how weak it sounded. A few more wraps and she tried again, taping the material around her leg. ”I’m…” but before she could respond, the bathroom door opened.

She knew it all looked horrible. She hadn’t been lying about the blood - it was scattered everywhere, droplets on tiles, drizzled over counter-tops, the rug…. and she didn’t look the best, either. Paler than typical from it all, right arm and left leg wrapped, red fluid turning a brownish hue as time went on smeared over her exposed leg and arm, with a smudge on her cheek. She was a wreck, no doubts about it. Sheepish, but trying to look on the bright side, she reached out a hand hopefully. ”You came… Thank you.” She hadn’t been sure. ”Help me to the sink, please? I need to get this off me…” The blood, of course. And she wasn’t sure how the injuries would be when she stood.

#submarineviolintide #tw: blood

Breathe. Breathe. Breathe.

It wasn't like she had a fear of blood. But after months of dreaming about how people would die, die with every minute detail, even to the point of closing her eyes for long periods would bring out small snippets of the most gruesome, Haruka did have a heavy resistance to it. And it was like the planets had aligned. Michiru was covered in it, her bathroom was covered in it, and Haruka's heart rate skyrocketed. It's her fault, she did this to her and she's going to go silent and....

Haruka dropped the bag she was holding and immediately went to to pick Michiru up as gently as she could and brought her to the requested sink. She couldn't speak right away but Haruka did notice it did feel better to be close to the one who was supposed to be her partner.

Helping as much as she could, Haruka made sure she was seated on the counter properly before leaving and entering the horrible bathroom to grab a towel that managed to escape the blood bath. The light metallic smell sent a shiver down her hand as Haruka gave it to Michiru to dry off as best as she could. Even going as far as to keep her eyes on the white towel to avoid any trace of Michiru's knowingly sympathetic ones.

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The boy stared at the girl with a confused look, through every bit of the story he was just telling, THAT was the part that it caught her attention? That was weird.

"It’s uh, it’s a board that I use to surf through the air."

"Anyway, I grabbed my solar surfer…."

#aquestiontotheworld #lol sorry when it involves the wind she wants it xD

His annoyed look didn't register, honestly Haruka didn't care about anything other than that. Surfing through the air? Not only being able to fly through the air but to be in it with no resistance? No restrictions? Seemed impossible.

But Haruka didn't press her luck until after this guy was done stroking his own ego.

"Show me."

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I'm about to reply to something that involves blood. Please blacklist tw: blood if you need. I'll wait about ten minutes before I post.

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[Text]: Mission failed.

[Text:] Guess we’re all going to die right? What are you going to do?

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[Text:] I won't allow that to happen.

Slender digits paused, eyes scanning the latter half of the message multiple times. It all came down to another risky decision, huh?

[Text:]-Meet me at Fruits Parlor Crown, we can discuss this is more detail there.