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Who: Milla, the Psiioniic, and the Signless
What: A cheerful trip to the post office to pick up a package! WHAT COULD GO WRONG.
Where: The Post Office, followed by the hospital
When: January 20, afternoon
Warnings: Gore. Lots and lots of blood and trauma and sudden forced amputation.

Milla was expecting something charming and quaint, like the rest of this town. She's heard, of course, that it's not as friendly as it appears, but as far as she's seen the natives haven't been a threat; she's gotten the idea that it's more the town itself, and since she's been having rather a lot of fun she assumed picking up a package was something more normal, like her home life or her job.

So when she accepts the package with a smile, leaning over to sign the dotted line, she's expecting the fee to be something more monetary. She's expecting to pay some small custom and head back out to where Psii and Signless are waiting to take a stroll through town with her and go grocery shopping. What she most certainly is not expecting is to feel sudden, blinding pain as her legs feel as if they are being violently ripped away from her body, and find herself collapsing on what's left of them in her own blood on the floor as she cries out, shocked and pained.

She looks down to her bleeding stumps, where her lovely dancer's legs abruptly end just below her knees, and then up at the Postman, adjusting the missing parts under his arm with a jaunty smile. As he disappears into the back, she screams.

Threaded | Flat

For days now, the Psiioniic has been on edge. Who wouldn't be? His tougher Alternian body, gone. His psionics, nothing left. The town he's in is unfamiliar and has been repeatedly stated as cruel, untrustworthy. The one individual in all of Alternian space he would rather never see is here in this place and has gloated over his fate, the fates of his loved ones.

He found a fucking eyeball floating up to the surface in a bottle of milk.

An individual as skittish as that is of course going to react quickly and all of Signless' reassurances from before are tossed right out the window as the Psiioniic bursts into action. Eyes wide, he slams open the post office's doors and nearly feels his heart stops at what he sees.

Her blood is red. Bright red. Just like...

Where the Psiioniic's heart freezes up and his emotions go haywire, his body smoothly shifts into instinct and habit. This is not the first person he's seen suddenly lose their legs from right out under them. He doesn't stop moving for a second, shrugging out of his coat even as he looks around to make sure there isn't a threat. In seconds, he's kneeling besides her and trying to smother the wounds with his discarded article of clothing.

oh god oh god oh ancestors it's red red red red red red red red red red red red red red RED RED RED RED RED RED RED RED RED RED RED-

"ETH!!"