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ALIEN

Karkat Vantas gash across chest => 19 => Irish	Terezi Pyrope sliced up hands and knees => 20 => Spanish-American	Nepeta Leijon fine => 18 => Mixing-pot American	Tavros Nitram able to walk, fine => 19 => Mexican-American	Rose Lalonde fine => 20 => French-American	Dave Strider fractured arm => 20 => French-American
Green Oak & Arcanine various cuts => 23 => Japanese	Damian Wayne broken nose => 18 => Arabic/American	Matthew Kirkland-Bonnefoy nasty bruises => 21 => French	Midori Komaki fine => 18 => Japanese	Souji Seta fine => 20 => Japanese	Dib Membrane head injury => 20 => Caucasian-American
Kex Martin rips up back, breaks a few ribs => 18 => British	Aaron Martin fine => 14 => British	Valerie Oak hurts leg => 32 => Italian-American	Cyril Ljungdahl fucked up lungs => 17 => Swedish-American	Danny Conners cut down temple => 18 => Mixing-pot American	Fuuka Yamagishi dislocated shoulder, bruises => 18 => Japanese

VEE

Marceline [ jungle ] mild insanity, deathless, ageless => 72, stuck at 19 => French	Zim [ DHARMA ] insane => 22 => Italian	Dimitri Rejkavich [ Other ] fine, hidden => 33 => Russian-French	Gamzee Makara concussion => 19 => Caucasian-American	Jade Harley & Becquerel twisted ankle => 20 => Japanese-American	Kanaya Maryam cuts => 21 => African-American
Vriska Serket broken arm, one-blinded, severe burns => 20 => Latino-American	Equius Zahhak impaled leg (flesh wound) => 20 => Caucasian-American	John Egbert bruises, gashes => 20 => Japanese-American	Eridan Ampora broken wrist => 19 => Anglo-Phillipino	Rise Kujikawa scrapes and bruises => 19 => Japanese	Kara Zor-el burns, gashes => 18 => German-American
Kurt Hummel scratches, bruises => 17 => Caucasian-American	Alfred Kirkland-Bonnefoy fine => 22 => Anglo-American	Zack Fair fine => 24 => Australian-American	Harry Potter cut on forehead, broken arm => 13 => British	{ . . . } amnesia, cuts on head => 26 => Japanese-American	Ryou Bakura gash in arm => 18 => Anglo-Japanese

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[Vriska feels like she'll die with only half the sight she's had all her life.]

[God, it all hurts and she's still peeling bits of fabric from her burns, crushing her blue lip between her teeth as she does. It's bloody and disgusting but she is a strong bitch and fuck she wants to lose it. But she can't, she will not cry and if she cries it will be into Terezi's chest or hair and during the night. She can handle this...the painkillers have helped, but there's just something about a broken and burned arm, burns cascading down her side and ending at her hip, and a fire-ruined eye that just, well, it hurts.]

[Another strip of fabric is pulled from her scorched flesh and she's done for now. She fumbles to grip one of Terezi's hands, just like they did usually, only this time it seemed Vriska needed to know she was there more than Terezi needed her. She looks up at a group of people huddled around someone bleeding horribly, and glares.]

[She hisses in erratic Spanish,] Are the fake doctors getting over here any time soon?

[Her breath is labored, and she realizes she hasn't seen Terezi's cane in a while. Fuck. And she is so damn subdued by pain that she doesn't have it in her to snap some kind of cruel tease to her friend.]

If no one can find your cane I'll make you one.

[Terezi is simultaneously worried about and comforted by the way Vriska is moving against her. The fact that she's moving at all means that she isn't dead, that she has a chance of being okay. But at the same time, she probably shouldn't be moving, and Terezi knows enough from her own history of injuries that it's hard to leave things alone.]

[Vriska's hand slips into Terezi's and it's second nature to hold on. Her other hand drifts into Vriska's hair, gently running long, red-painted nails along her scalp. The atmosphere is thick and nauseatingly tense, and the comforting gesture comes naturally. For all of their fighting, at heart, this is what life is for them- clinging to one another for solid ground to stand on. Vriska takes her hand and leads her through crowded streets, and Terezi comforts Vriska while she suffers on an unfamiliar beach.]

[She mutters back in Spanish as well, some venom in her tone.]

If they don't, I will have to question their priorities. Violently.

[Terezi nods and leans down to let her chin and nose rest in Vriska's hair. She smells like smoke and blood and only a little like Vriska.]

[Vriska is intensely positive that there is no one better to have crash landed onto an unknown island with a bunch of losers than Terezi. Terezi is her friend, her source of questionable sexuality, and her sister in how torn apart they are separate but tied at the wrists they are together. When the world turns its back on one of them, the other is there to hold her in the night, no matter the angry taunts and cruel jabbings they may deliver, regardless. They are as much friends as they are rivals, and that's something Vriska has never thought she'd appreciate so much before.]

[They are also touch-based, and Vriska knows when Terezi is smelling her by now. She doesn't comment on it, it's how Terezi works and that's okay. It's comforting in how real Terezi is beside her, around her and close to her even if she smells like shit and looks even worse--not that the looks matter to Terezi, which is a nice change from time-to-time. Vriska rubs her thumb along Terezi's hand, trying to tell her without words that she's calm for now and there, always there, and very much awake and alive.]

[The rubs get tense when she tries to move her mangled arm.]

...I think they're going to have to cut it off. I can't move it, it's useless.

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