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Seeker_Seven Covered in sweat and grime (and not a few dead mosquitos), Tino pulled himself up the staircase still fully uniformed and gloved. "NUUUUUURSE," he groaned pathetically. "Nuuuuurse Avalonnnnn! Heeeeeeelp meeeeh!"
The walking part of this idea had not been so great. In fact, he was very nearly dragging his left leg, because his hip hurt so bad he couldn't even hold it off the ground. Pausing and clutching the rail, Tino scanned the crowd for his quarry. Everyone seemed to be blurring together. Apparently the fall from his broom hadn't improved his vision. "Nuuuurse! Medical attention required! Halppplease! Over here!" If he didn't get fixed up soon, Willow wasn't going to let him play. Not because she cared about his well being, of course. Fat chance. She just didn't want a gimp to screw up their chances at the Cup.
"ZOMG! Tino!" Cela shrieked and dropped her banner as she rushed over to her friend-person.
"Zomg!" She repeated quietly, somewhat alarmed.