[ he'll have helped daan and aventurine where needed, but he hasn't actually sat down to talk to izutsumi yet. whenever she's like, conscious, he'll be there. his expression is even, though his emotions have a quiet undercurrent of concern. ]
[ which is because SHE DID but she's at least bandaged, stitched up, has an ugly shoulder splint. her hand will uselessly try to reach for him though and miss, where paw. ] ..Can't see.
[ the electrical burns on her face are more than obvious, but the damage to her eyes at least don't seem permanent. rip to caelus damn at least her blindness is temporary. her emotions are a creeping fear, but when he talks it does spike with loss and hurt. ] Hurts everywhere.
[ he frowns, carefully offering her his less-than-functional paw to hold, while gently using the other to open one of her eyes, looking into it. doesn't look damaged at a glance, and he's used to all this goddamn curses.
his emotions are still concerned, but they're steady, even-keeled. he doesn't need to add to her fear, accepting it without panic. ]
...Do you want something for the pain?
[ sorry about your virche cyoa when he really does make the wildest drugs, i'm crying ]
[ there's blips of relief and she will hold his paw, her nose wrinkling a little with clear swishes of her tail but she allows him to peer at her eyes. at the question though her ears perk up
pause. thinks of their virche drugs, but mostly she thinks of how they got rid of all her pain, left her feeling equally sleepy AND alert. wow. actually, that would be good right now. ]
..Yeah. Just don't.. want to feel any of it right now.
[ Well that's... generally not a great response. But she's also one of the few who didn't use the springs to patch herself up. He mulls over it a second, then reaches into his pouch for a vial of a translucent blue liquid.
Since she's blind, he gently opens her hand, wrapping it around the glass and undoing the cork for her. ]
Here. Drink.
[ It won't give her energy, but it will soothe the pain rather immediately. It's good stuff. ]
her hand twitches a little, but her fingers carefully curl around the glass and holds it. her head tilts down, which is pointless when she can't see really but she can smell. does it smell nice... :( no it actually doesn't matter too much, given she's taking it without hesitation.
she immediately makes a face after. but the pain soothes and honestly that's all she needed. she starts to slump after like she's ready for the biggest nap. ] ..Thanks.
[ for a moment, she thinks about saying something else, lips parting with a feel of guilt but. she closes her mouth again, pauses to think of something else ] The others took two items with them, that was fine, right?
[ no, it smells bad and tastes bitter. but it is effective, and not addictive.
he takes the vial and gently sits her back against her pillows. ]
...That's fine. It's good that they picked them up. I suspect those rooms that you see, with the items, are places you wouldn't be able to go ordinarily.
[ looting them is good. he checks her forehead for a fever, considering how many wounds she has that could get infected. ]
[ good, he can listen to her whine like a baby about it smelling and tasting bad. she'll still take it though.
she shifts to get as comfortable as she can against the pillows, even though her tail lightly bats against the covers. mild disappointed she couldn't have just taken the items herself but then the whole point was for the living she supposes. ears perk up at the touch to her forehead, shivering. her temperature seems relatively normal, but she is going through an intense bout of chills right now.
a small noise as she answers, ears pinning back. ]
Spent our whole lives in a different place. [ one hand unclenches, showing a small pin the size of a coin with an enamel design on it. it's got a cat, book and a strange looking staff with a circle at the top of it. ] Was part of some Society with Karlach and Yuffie. ..We had tasks to kill demo-- ..people every night. The others were convinced it was a work of a Serial Killer.
[ but no, it was three of them. her expression pinches, like an incoming headache. ]
[ it's fine he has fully assigned her baby anyway. this is a baby kitten.
the chills are concerning, and he smooths back her hair before grabbing an extra blanket. even though it probably won't help. he looks over the pin, seemingly detached, though since she can't actually see his pokerface—his emotions are quietly concerned. angry, though not at her. ]
...Seems a trend with you and Karlach both. Being made to kill.
[ at home, or here. ]
And that's how you got your injuries? From people fighting back?
ears wiggle back at that brush, before she feels the weight of that extra blanket. she does pull that blanket closer to her. it doesn't help with her chills, and she frowns in turn. but that's the consequences of virche drug usage... she fiddles for a moment with her pin.
made to kill... her emotions grow a bit detached, losing some of that humanity. that creeping fear coming back - ] Something about monsters.
[ making monsters to kill and all. her head tilts, ears pinning into her hair. ]
...Yeah. Would come back each night and you or Daan would help patch us up. [ until.. there's a wave of exhaustion even as she continues to do what she does best, play it off. even if it makes her a bit angry in turn. that this situation put them there. ] The last night, we took out whoever we could that was getting in our way. Then.. Karlach and I took each other out.
there is a flicker of fury in him at the mention of his presence, at odds with how calm he looks, but he smothers it quickly. ]
...That does sound like a job I had once. But I wasn't there.
[ a pause. he is not usually one for overt gestures of kindness, but again, she is babyzoned. and he doesn't like how that bit of humanity in her recedes—how people have forced it to recede. so where she is holding his hand already, he'll gently place his other hand atop it, sandwiching her paw between them. the vibes are gentle. ]
Well... You're alive now. And this is a hospital, and not some society of killers. You don't need to hurt anyone here, so you can just focus on resting.
[ her voice comes quiet, albeit a small bit of curiosity. a job he had once like that? were this before, izutsumi would probably have trouble imagining a life like that. but not now, not after she's lived it. except, not really, it's just memories? her ears flick back into her dark hair, scowling a little. she hates this feeling.
hates the idea of thinking she's less human than she is. that she's only a beast, only a monster. the feeling festers, churning in her chest, vision still covered that she doesn't see that hand that comes to sandwich her own. she freezes for a bit, before she gently, carefully squeezes his hand. a grip that is almost clingy. ]
..Right, rest. [ anxious flick of her tail. ] Penthouse after? Don't wanna stay here.
[ sorry that cyoas turn your brain into soup. still, she can see a bit of a projection thanks to the fog—an image of a medical station, of nehan coaxing a bullet out of a wound dispassionately. his underground doctor days.
but he doesn't remark on it. it's not important. he keeps her hand between his; the request surprises him, and it doesn't. ]
...Sure. Once you're stable, I'll ask someone to move you there. [ he can't really help her walk. ] I can handle your daily treatments.
[ so she doesn't have to wake up here. he doesn't mind keeping a patient in the penthouse. ]
her hand grips back a little but it loosens, relaxes at the words even as her ears flick forward and back. a slow sway of her tail off to the side. ]
...Okay. I'll have Daan take me there when I wake up. [ not any later, begrudgingly not sooner. with the bouts of dizziness she will reluctantly stay put. there's familiarity at the thought of him handling it - but no, those memories aren't real. that was not her life. ] Make sure you're there later, okay?
[ who the heck exactly is on house bed rest here smh. but she will let his hand go, pretends she doesn't hesitate doing so and gets more settled in bed. be free, nu!!! ]
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week 5 thursday
Tell me how you're feeling.
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[ which is because SHE DID but she's at least bandaged, stitched up, has an ugly shoulder splint. her hand will uselessly try to reach for him though and miss, where paw. ] ..Can't see.
[ the electrical burns on her face are more than obvious, but the damage to her eyes at least don't seem permanent. rip to caelus damn at least her blindness is temporary. her emotions are a creeping fear, but when he talks it does spike with loss and hurt. ] Hurts everywhere.
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his emotions are still concerned, but they're steady, even-keeled. he doesn't need to add to her fear, accepting it without panic. ]
...Do you want something for the pain?
[ sorry about your virche cyoa when he really does make the wildest drugs, i'm crying ]
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pause. thinks of their virche drugs, but mostly she thinks of how they got rid of all her pain, left her feeling equally sleepy AND alert. wow. actually, that would be good right now. ]
..Yeah. Just don't.. want to feel any of it right now.
[ DRUGS..... ]
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Since she's blind, he gently opens her hand, wrapping it around the glass and undoing the cork for her. ]
Here. Drink.
[ It won't give her energy, but it will soothe the pain rather immediately. It's good stuff. ]
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her hand twitches a little, but her fingers carefully curl around the glass and holds it. her head tilts down, which is pointless when she can't see really but she can smell. does it smell nice... :( no it actually doesn't matter too much, given she's taking it without hesitation.
she immediately makes a face after. but the pain soothes and honestly that's all she needed. she starts to slump after like she's ready for the biggest nap. ] ..Thanks.
[ for a moment, she thinks about saying something else, lips parting with a feel of guilt but. she closes her mouth again, pauses to think of something else ] The others took two items with them, that was fine, right?
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he takes the vial and gently sits her back against her pillows. ]
...That's fine. It's good that they picked them up. I suspect those rooms that you see, with the items, are places you wouldn't be able to go ordinarily.
[ looting them is good. he checks her forehead for a fever, considering how many wounds she has that could get infected. ]
What happened to you?
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she shifts to get as comfortable as she can against the pillows, even though her tail lightly bats against the covers. mild disappointed she couldn't have just taken the items herself but then the whole point was for the living she supposes. ears perk up at the touch to her forehead, shivering. her temperature seems relatively normal, but she is going through an intense bout of chills right now.
a small noise as she answers, ears pinning back. ]
Spent our whole lives in a different place. [ one hand unclenches, showing a small pin the size of a coin with an enamel design on it. it's got a cat, book and a strange looking staff with a circle at the top of it. ] Was part of some Society with Karlach and Yuffie. ..We had tasks to kill demo-- ..people every night. The others were convinced it was a work of a Serial Killer.
[ but no, it was three of them. her expression pinches, like an incoming headache. ]
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the chills are concerning, and he smooths back her hair before grabbing an extra blanket. even though it probably won't help. he looks over the pin, seemingly detached, though since she can't actually see his pokerface—his emotions are quietly concerned. angry, though not at her. ]
...Seems a trend with you and Karlach both. Being made to kill.
[ at home, or here. ]
And that's how you got your injuries? From people fighting back?
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ears wiggle back at that brush, before she feels the weight of that extra blanket. she does pull that blanket closer to her. it doesn't help with her chills, and she frowns in turn. but that's the consequences of virche drug usage... she fiddles for a moment with her pin.
made to kill... her emotions grow a bit detached, losing some of that humanity. that creeping fear coming back - ] Something about monsters.
[ making monsters to kill and all. her head tilts, ears pinning into her hair. ]
...Yeah. Would come back each night and you or Daan would help patch us up. [ until.. there's a wave of exhaustion even as she continues to do what she does best, play it off. even if it makes her a bit angry in turn. that this situation put them there. ] The last night, we took out whoever we could that was getting in our way. Then.. Karlach and I took each other out.
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there is a flicker of fury in him at the mention of his presence, at odds with how calm he looks, but he smothers it quickly. ]
...That does sound like a job I had once. But I wasn't there.
[ a pause. he is not usually one for overt gestures of kindness, but again, she is babyzoned. and he doesn't like how that bit of humanity in her recedes—how people have forced it to recede. so where she is holding his hand already, he'll gently place his other hand atop it, sandwiching her paw between them. the vibes are gentle. ]
Well... You're alive now. And this is a hospital, and not some society of killers. You don't need to hurt anyone here, so you can just focus on resting.
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[ her voice comes quiet, albeit a small bit of curiosity. a job he had once like that? were this before, izutsumi would probably have trouble imagining a life like that. but not now, not after she's lived it. except, not really, it's just memories? her ears flick back into her dark hair, scowling a little. she hates this feeling.
hates the idea of thinking she's less human than she is. that she's only a beast, only a monster. the feeling festers, churning in her chest, vision still covered that she doesn't see that hand that comes to sandwich her own. she freezes for a bit, before she gently, carefully squeezes his hand. a grip that is almost clingy. ]
..Right, rest. [ anxious flick of her tail. ] Penthouse after? Don't wanna stay here.
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but he doesn't remark on it. it's not important. he keeps her hand between his; the request surprises him, and it doesn't. ]
...Sure. Once you're stable, I'll ask someone to move you there. [ he can't really help her walk. ] I can handle your daily treatments.
[ so she doesn't have to wake up here. he doesn't mind keeping a patient in the penthouse. ]
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her hand grips back a little but it loosens, relaxes at the words even as her ears flick forward and back. a slow sway of her tail off to the side. ]
...Okay. I'll have Daan take me there when I wake up. [ not any later, begrudgingly not sooner. with the bouts of dizziness she will reluctantly stay put. there's familiarity at the thought of him handling it - but no, those memories aren't real. that was not her life. ] Make sure you're there later, okay?
[ who the heck exactly is on house bed rest here smh. but she will let his hand go, pretends she doesn't hesitate doing so and gets more settled in bed. be free, nu!!! ]