New Avalon

[CalamityJade]

~...huh. Maybe. I mean, that thing is...kinda gone, and I can only sense one of the ghosts so ma-~ "Mum!" Gah! That ghost from before seemed to just kinda appear in front of her. "Thank ya! I...I think I know how to leave now!"

[yamikuronue]

T jumps about half a foot, spinning rapidly. "Holy fuck... Good for you, kid. Go on home then."

[CalamityJade]

"Um...but I needed to thank ya. You didn't have to do it. Everyone else that could see me ran off...so thank ya." he gave T a quick hug before fading away, slowly floating upward. ~...he...well if he didn't leave, he's not stuck here.~

[yamikuronue]

T blushes faintly. Well. Good for him, then.

"Are there other ghosts in the building?" she asks out loud, her voice betraying her exhaustion.

[CalamityJade]

~....nah. Actually seems clear now...might still wanna get out of this basement tho.~

[yamikuronue]

T nods, moving to push off from the wall...

And that's when she notices the bleeding gash up her arm. "Fuck." she mumbles, trying to determine if she needed stitches or not. Dammit, why do these things never hurt so bad until she can see the blood?

[CalamityJade]

~S...shit! you're bleeding!~ The glow from the crystal intensifies until it becomes a small sphere of light that...moves over by her injured arm. ~Um...damnit, I can't actually do anything about that. We need to get you patched up.~

[yamikuronue]

"Yeah, no shit." Probably doesn't need stitches, she reasons, sluggishly moving toward the stairs. "ugh, I'm going to bleed everywhere."

[CalamityJade]

~Can't you...get something to stop the bleeding? Like a bandage or something?!~ Yep, definitely moving on it's own....though it seems to stay very close to T.

[yamikuronue]

"I don't have one. That's where I'm going. But thanks for playing."

[CalamityJade]

There WAS a drug store nearby that T could get some bandages, and rather than cause more of a commotion, the crystal tries to fly somewhere unnoticeable for the time being. Thankfully the thing hadn't opened her up too much or this would probably need a hospital visit. Now all she really needed was to pay for it and get out.

Rob hadn't had the best of luck trying to track a homeless kid down, so maybe there needed to be another way of looking at things. The kid seemed skittish about the police, so anywhere around any police stations was going to be out. She was homeless, so probably someplace people didn't go through a lot...and seeing how she'd ran off, she probably wasn't anywhere around that restaurant. So...perhaps what he really needed was to try some of the less populated areas of the city. There were plenty of places that someone could hide and avoid people...in fact, there was a big abandoned warehouse a few blocks from the site of the explosion. That'd be a good place to lay low without a bunch of people walking into it, right?

[yamikuronue]

T tries to pull her cloak over her arm, to hide the injury, but it's pretty futile; blood drips down her arm, dropping off her fingertips with a soft plopping noise, regular though not heavy. Still, she has a scale, that's more than enough to buy some bandages, right?

[Hammer Sister]

Rob approaches the warehouse; he double-checks his pistol as he does so. Can never be too careful; place like this, just asking to be ambushed...

Pistol drawn, but safety on (Let's hope merely pointing it is enough), Rob enters the warehouse.

"Hello?" he calls cautiously, trying as hard as possible to sound friendly and approachable. "Anyone here?"

[CalamityJade]

The place echoed with Rob's voice...so it seemed like there probably wasn't anyone here, although there IS a blood trail leading back out of the warehouse and seemed fairly fresh. If it wasn't the one he was looking for, than maybe someone that might know her?

One of the guys that was working in the drug store gave a frown. "Hey...you alright?" He asked in that tone that meant he really hoped so because it's not his problem.

[Hammer Sister]

...no response. I guess I could have a look around, just in ca- a blood trail?

Rob crouches next to the blood trail; extracting a latex glove from a pocket, he puts it on, then touches the blood with the gloved hand; it feels sticky.

Still fairly fresh; can't be more than ten, fifteen minutes old. It's a fair amount too; they're going to need help. Maybe they also know where to find the person I'm looking for.

Removing the glove and pocketing it in a separate pocket (reserved for such items), Rob follows the blood trail back out of the warehouse; it's easy to follow, so he can proceed quite quickly.