"Rika!" The door burst open as Mimi ran inside, dripping with enough water to fill a large pond. She shivered from the cold that had settled deep into her bones, and trembled from the fear that the kitten had already succumbed to its next life.
"Rika I need your help." The message was muddled and rushed at best, and she swept past her friend in a flurry of commotion. She didn't have the patience to wait for one of Rika's quick witted responses, so she moved deeper into the apartment to do what she could until she would no longer be working alone.
Rika glared as she watched the water get trekked through the forier and pool on her beautiful hard wood floors, but stood from her spot on the couch regardless and paused her game with a sigh. Her character had been stopped mid slice, giving the impression of an enemy that would never escape the torment of half-death. Blood splattered the screen from where it spurted out of the man's chest like a fountain, and Rika smiled at the morbidity. "Yes Mimi, we all know you need help, but as I've told you time and time again, I just can't provide that type of help for you. I can refer you to several that could try though!" She danced out of the living room, brown hair bouncing while the rainbow of her bangs swayed about playfully.
Mimi groaned from where she sat, hunched over the kitten with a trembling hand that was doing more harm than help. While she had already removed her sweater and laid the ball of orange and red on a warm towel, she couldn't get her hand to stop shaking, and there was no way she could bandage a wound like that. Its chest, thankfully, was rising and falling, but the breathing was even more harsh and ragged than it had been when she had found it. "Damn it Rika, come here!" She squeaked, and jumped when she felt a hand gently knock her upside the head.
"Stop yelling, I'm here. What is it you're squawking about this time?" Rika chimed in, exasperated but curious all the same. Mimi moved back, her eyes glistening with worry and unshed tears as she revealed the injured kitten. "I can't-"
Rika cut her off with a single wave of her hand. "I'll take care of it, but I'm going to need Cynri." Was all she said before giving Mimi a quick hip check to take over where she had left off. Mimi nodded, blinking back her tears as she picked up her phone to dial Cynri. There were times when she envied Rika's ability to stay level headed in any situation, to keep her cool despite a world of problems, and this was one of those times. Though, she supposed that wasn't always the case. Rika had the temper of an enraged bull on her good days, but she could dictate better than any revered leaders could hope to.
Cynri arrived ahead of schedule despite the storm that continued to rage outside, and entered the room in a flourish of green and blue with a trail of water to boot, widening the small stream on their floor to a thick, winding river. "What'd I miss?" She asked, tossing her umbrella to the side to make a lake of its own. Her hair, the most vivid shade of aqua, hung around her head in a miraculously dry curtain. The tips brushed her hips as she strode over to Rika and pushed up the sleeves of her work uniform. Rika explained, her eyes hard trained on the kitten who had lost more blood than she had originally thought, and wound bandages around the gashes and fractures she could find.
The two vanished into the house, taking separate directions to grab more supplies, and Mimi, whose heartstrings were being tugged at without remorse, moved over to sit in front of the kitten, their noses brushing as she scratched its head gingerly. Its ear was torn in a few spots and Mimi winced as she ran a fingertip over the abused areas. If this was the work of another person, she swore that person would not be allowed to keep their life. Tracking them down would be the simple part, and it would be all fun and games from there. She growled softly, teal eyes growing dark with menace and disgust, when the kitten made the softest wheeze. She blinked, snapping out of her budding anger to worry properly. Cooing softly, she pushed their foreheads together with the utmost care and stroked its matted fur, her fingers working through a clump of dried blood. "I'm so sorry this happened to you." She whispered, and laid a gentle kiss to the tip of its nose.
Her lips gave a soft tingle at the contact, like the prickle of electricity from a shock. She pulled back with furrowed brows, but shook her head. "Silly Mimi." She reprimanded herself, turning around to go see what she could help her friends with. "What are you thinking? It's just a cat."
It was then that a soft hum reverberated through the air, almost like the poof of flour exploding in a baker's face, but when Mimi whirled around, curious to see what had happened, she did not find what she expected. Not by a long shot.