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[death appears, and he's a lot -- different than you would have guessed. he's got long blond hair, instead of a bony skeleton head, and no scythe, just a backpack. and he's riding what appears to be a real, actual unicorn, with no saddle. he hops off a little gracelessly a few feet away, saying -- something indistinct -- to the unicorn, who nods and trots off]

[a moment later has him coming over to Duo and Jr, and his pale face is rather stoic. there's no use reacting outwardly to -- well, this deeply upsetting scene he's come onto. a blood spattered teen, lying broken (feels just like home sweet hotel, really), and a dad hovering, trying not to lose his absolute shit]

Hey. Looks like you're both holding up, huh? [sometimes, you have to lie, to make it be okay. and when he speaks, it's weirdly calming. he wastes no time in kneeling next to Jr, thinking at about a million miles a minute. ok. ok, he knows what he's going to do] I'm gonna help you get unstuck, okay? I'm Magnus.

[hellrisen02]

[At least he's talking. It's keeping him conscious, and it doesn't sound like his airways are blocked by anything- debris or blood, whichever- which is a decent sign. Duo, meanwhile, isn't going to let off any of his usual sarcastic quips; he's uncharacteristically silent all the while, only focusing on the surroundings, the wound, on making sure there's a pulse in the small body under his hands. It hasn't gone away, and it hasn't slowed much, so far so good.]

[Apart from the not-feeling thing. Paralysis was always a possibility with such an injury, especially if the spine was struck. He can't see the entry point like this, Jr. stomach-up with a shard of old metal poking up through the front of his jacket, but he can always hope. At this angle, it looks like it only went under his ribcage. Better.]

[He glances up at the immediate sound of a-- that's a unicorn, he'll note for when he isn't barely keeping his brain together, and with a moment of reluctance he uncloaks himself and his son- an instinctual action he hadn't realized he'd taken until that moment. After that, he's slowly backing off to let the other boy do his work, but Magnus will realize that his tension isn't entirely friendly. Call it an unfortunate old force of habit.]

Here if you need a hand.

[secondscythe]

[ Magnus doesn't need a hand, pops, he needs to get over here and heal him up or at the very least pull him off this stupid piece of machinery that's poking through him and ruined his shirt. Good thing he gets a five finger discount at his place of employment.

But... is no one going to address the damn unicorn that was just here? ]

Yo, Magnus. Was that a fuckin' unicorn I just saw or am I on the brink of death and startin' to see shit now?

[ Someone's got to say it, ok?

Still, Jr eases himself up a little and instantly regrets it as he hisses and laughs at how much that hurts wow that was such a bad idea, gritting his teeth as he tries to steady himself with a hand on the rubble around him.

The thing about Jr is that he is very much like his old man in regards to shitty situations: he just grins and bears it, even if death is smiling at him with razor sharp teeth. Besides, before his old man even arrived, he had already had his little emotional freakout and crying and trying to free himself but after the acceptance of this situation kicked in, well, now they're here and he's playing it off that it's no big deal and that he's had worse.

He hasn't. ]

You plan on pullin' me off this or..?

[ Is he just going to heal him around the thing? ]