Jin scrambled towards the edge of the basin with adrenaline searing through his veins. He didn’t know why he was so panicked, it wasn’t like the fall could kill anyone, but the sickening crunch certainly didn’t help. He lurched his head over the side to see Moon-ssi sprawled on the ground next to— ew. A very dead and squashed looking kappa. Well that solved that problem. Jin let out a soft breath but too soon— the red pooling at his friend’s temple and the anguished cry he gave instantly shot the panic back up through to Jin’s skull.
He sat up and slid down the side of the basin quickly before collapsing beside Moon-ssi and hovering, hands reaching for any part of him Jin could reach. “Ahn-Bo-ah!” He said again, more softly this time but still as worried. “Wae geurae? Gwenchana?” One hand settled on his friend’s brow, pushing whatever hair had fallen loose out of his face and away from the slice that was bleeding there, and the other hovered gently over his chest as gold hues searched for any sign of additional injury. He was clutching at his leg which could only mean it was broken. (Jin had seen Moon-ssi break bones before playing quidditch; he could tell the signs by now.) “Aish!” He hissed, pulling a painful face. “We should get you to the infirmary.”
Jin wished desperately that he had some kind of clean rag. The blood running down from Moon-ssi’s brow was profuse. He pressed the edges of his robes against it to try and stop the bleeding; a futile effort, but hopefully enough for his friend to catch his breath.
He sat up and slid down the side of the basin quickly before collapsing beside Moon-ssi and hovering, hands reaching for any part of him Jin could reach. “Ahn-Bo-ah!” He said again, more softly this time but still as worried. “Wae geurae? Gwenchana?” One hand settled on his friend’s brow, pushing whatever hair had fallen loose out of his face and away from the slice that was bleeding there, and the other hovered gently over his chest as gold hues searched for any sign of additional injury. He was clutching at his leg which could only mean it was broken. (Jin had seen Moon-ssi break bones before playing quidditch; he could tell the signs by now.) “Aish!” He hissed, pulling a painful face. “We should get you to the infirmary.”
Jin wished desperately that he had some kind of clean rag. The blood running down from Moon-ssi’s brow was profuse. He pressed the edges of his robes against it to try and stop the bleeding; a futile effort, but hopefully enough for his friend to catch his breath.
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* Jin takes potions and enchantments at times to give his voice a persuasive quality.
His performances, or even a simple conversation, can sometimes suggest thoughts
and ideas to his audiences.