fatespoken | ∞ [thirty-four] | accidental video post

[ The camera points toward the ground, a red-orange haze blurring the focus. A pair of converse step into the shot, only to hastily jerk away as the lick of a flame flashes across the screen. ]

A few months early for Walpurgis Night—

[ The voice is strained, almost breathless. Suddenly, the video tilts upward revealing Amory. A ring of wraps a circle around him, though there's still at least five feet between him and the fire. Minus the erratic flare ups. ]

Fuck.

[ Flames roar up again, crossing half the distance as a chorus of yells follow the growing fire. It's hard to discern what they're saying, but it's clear enough that it's cheering. ]

....

[ He makes no motion to move, only staring - eyes fixed wide on something. The source of the sound? His expression is not of fear, as one would expect, but something more sullen, perturbed even.]

Is this really.. [ his words are broken by a string coughing, and the video cuts off a minute later. ]

[ooc: sob. No need to rescue, since it's posted right before midnight (Or pretend it was posed 11:53 or so? The curse will end before anyone or anything burns. >_>;;]

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[ Five to ten minutes pass before the connection finally gets through. The voice on the end, though tired and horse, still manages to be harsh. ]

This isn't a good time. Call back later.

[This sigh could pretend it isn't relief, but it is.]

Great, I hate burns victims anyway.

[ Sadly, he's too distracted to take note of it. ]

Of course it's you.

Your fairy godmother called in sick, sorry.

How are you?

Fine.

Don't bother yourself with it.

If you're fine I won't have to.

[But this voice sounds doubtful.]

This is pointless.

Your throat sounds scratched up.

I wonder why.

[ his sarcasm sounds limp, as if forced onto his words. ]

I said it before, but- this really isn't the time, Chase.

No, it's exactly the time. Maybe you haven't been in hospital since you were eleven, but you're going to need to let someone see you for smoke inhalation.

At least.

I'll be fine. Really, just-

[ Had he not remembered being eighteen again, that number would have drawn question marks. But right now it doesn't matter. ]

Please, just leave me be.

Fine.

[This is the exasperation of someone who's just thrown his hands up in the air.]

You know, I don't actually think you're an idiot, but sometimes the acting like one gets really confusing.

[ He's being neither harsh or sarcastic, allowing his tone to lie bare. ]

Whatever you want to think.

[and that gives at least a moment's pause.]

I won't be in the ER tonight. If you need to come in, come in. You don't? Not my call.

It won't be necessary.

[ Lies, perhaps- probably not. But the last thing he wants to do is see anyone, and certainly not Robert Chase. That's what he tells himself at least. ]

But thanks, I guess.

My job.

Of course. [ the transmission cuts. ]

[ooc: May have him drop by, possibly? If it's okay-- but now I should sleeeeep. ♥ ]

[clinic thread anytime bb, he's nearly done putting tubes up Caspian's nose. And me toooo. night~]

∞ [thirty-four] | accidental video post

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