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Who: Conan and YOU
What: Nightmare
When: Now
Where: Inside Conan's mind

Conan gasps desperately for air as he skids around a corner, nearly falling into a puddle as he does so. He is barefoot and dressed in a hugely oversized pullover and jeans, the clothing obviously intended to be worn by someone twice his height. Blood is smeared halfway across his face, probably coming from a deep cut on his head.

His surroundings seem to be what you might expect from any alley on such a dark and rainy night. Dismal, dark and slick with rain. But there is something wrong about the perspective. Everything stretches high up into the sky, further than the eye can see in the darkness.

Carefully pulling up the trailing edges of his jeans, he presses himself up against the wall and listens for any sounds of pursuit.

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"Get down!" Conan hisses at her and reaches out to tug her down to the floor. He recognized this place as well. And it it was going to be as similar to his memories as the last location was?

This was about to get very dangerous.

It doesn't take much, as Dairine was already half-way kneeling. Still is somewhat of a shock though.

She looks over at Conan, glad to see he's still alive, though confused as to why they're both in the same place again. Didn't he just fall? Oh well, at least she's not alone. Dairine scoots closer and whispers as quietly as she can, "What is it now?"

[He is crouched behind a large rock. From the chill and dampnessof the stone, it is obvious they are in a large cave. Well inside it, from the lack of light. He peers around the edge of it as he holds up one hand in a gesture for silence. Deeper into the cave, the figures of three men hauling a fourth body is barely visible.]

Ick! Why can't they have more pleasant dreamscapes?

Dairine shuts up, opting to watch Conan instead. He's bound to slip her a clue sooner or later. As her eyes adjust to the darkness, she is able to discern their surroundings. Following his lead, she sneaks a peek deeper into the cave, but ducks down when she spots the other men.

She stares back at Conan, eyes wide. What the heck is going on?

As they watch the fourth man is moved into a slightly more visible spot. Visible enough for them both to clearly see the bullet wound on his forehead. They can clearly hear the three men talking about a botched robbery as they work on moving the corpse. It seems the fourth man had been a member of their group who had been accidentally killed during the robbery. They were here to hide him it the cave so that no one would ever find out.

Suddenly one of them looks up at some sound. He announces that someone was listening and aims his gun at the area of the cave they were hiding in.

Conan jumps up in alarm and pushes Dairine to the side even as they hear the sound of the gun firing.

Dairine narrows her eyes. This was quickly turning into Nancy Drew novel fodder... or any mystery novel for that matter. As much as she wanted to apprehend the murderers, Dairine remained still. She was out of her element. Powers of evil she knew how to handle, regular criminals less so.

Then all of a sudden there's a gun aim towards them, and Conan is pushing her out of the way. (Why the everloving hell did he jump up at the sight of a gun?! Crazy kid!) Dairine fumbles back and hits the ground as bullets whizz by.

After a few moments the men seem to be satisfied by the silence and leave the room. Conan stays crouched down behind the boulder, though he seem to be gasping for air a little and clutching at his stomach.

Once the men leave, Dairine finally breathes and moves to sit up. Only to freeze when she sees Conan.

No. Oh no. Not again!

"Conan?"

Even in the dimness of the cave the darkness of a stain spreading across his stomach possible. There is a long pause before Conan answers, and even then it is in a breathy voice punctuated by gasps for air.

"It's fine. But we need to get out of here."

Oh yes, she sees that stain. Dairine rushes over to Conan's side, internally panicking. This is her fault. This is all her fault!

"That is not what I'd call fine," she hisses. But he's right. They need to get out of here and find a hospital. Taking off her jacket, she moves to wrap it around his curled form. "Here. Can you stand?"

Or will she need to do first aid?

"Pressure. I need to slow down the bleeding first." His voice is barely more than a whisper, but filled with determination nonetheless.

Dairine nods, taking her jacket and holding it firmly against the wound instead. Her mind is whirling. There is so much blood. Should she try a healing spell? But if the bullet is still inside, it might become impossible to remove if she closed the wound. Could she remove the bullet? Someone else did that last time, and she's not comfortable enough to attempt it with just book smarts.

Stopping the bleeding though, that she could do. Dairine starts quietly mapping out a spell, one that will repair the cardiovascular system without altering anything else.

Edited 2012-11-07 18:08 (UTC)

[Even with the shock from the injury Conan's mind doesn't stop working. Part of his mind stays on remembering the correct emergency procedures for dealing with a gunshot wound. How much blood could a child his size lose before loss of consciousness? He needed to do the calculations calculating back from his knowledge of the adult body. At the same time other parts of his mind are working on calculating on how to escape this cave and find assistance. They needed speed, but also silence. Those criminals were still in the area. And in between them and the nearest entrance, if he remembered right. They needed to go into the maze of tunnels to lose them.]

Just... keep the pressure for a little longer. Then we have to move.

Conan, seriously. Worry more about the injury, less about calculations.

Dairine focuses, mentally reciting the healing spell as she holds the jacket in place. Gradually, the bleeding slows and eventually stops. One might think the pressure did it, though the results were rather fast. The spell's only indication is the heavy breathing from Dairine, as though she's just exerted herself (despite having been sitting this whole time).

"I think we're good," she whispers. So long as he doesn't aggravate the injury too badly.

Conan was fully aware that that had been far too fast. Before Paradisa, he would have doubted his own observations. Attributed it to some kind observational error due to blood loss and shock. The time sense could often be affected by such things.

But he had been Paradisa for over a year, and had seen much more dramatic healings than this. Conan puts his observations to one side. They would talk about it later.

"Not yet. We need to go further into the cave.]

Dairine's breathing steadies as the backlash subsides. That spell hadn't been too bad. Didn't even get dizzy. She gives Conan a slightly cross look.

"Yeah, yeah. Then get moving, Sherlock-kun." Dair pushes Conan's shoulder lightly to urge him along.

He slowly climbs back to his feet, fully prepared for pain and dizziness, even given whatever she had just done. He looks surprised when none of that happens.

Dairine stands up next to him, the backlash now fully worn off. Thank goodness -- she suspects she'll need steady footing for this next trek.

She catches that surprise and has to hide her amusement. Try to explain away that.

"After you."

Something else to ask about later. When they were safely away from here. Gingerly, he starts to walk deeper into the cave.

And Dairine will be walking next to him, matching his pace. Wouldn't do to leave the dreamer behind.

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Hope all these rapid changes aren't too much. Trying to keep it a little disjointed.

It's alright. Dream sequences usually are disjointed anyway.

Yes! Thats what I was going for! That and reflecting how quickly his mind usually moves

Ooh, nifty!

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