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 Posted: Wed Jul 06, 2011 10:11 pm
 xx"May I help you?"Log for Ingway Faeson. All of his RPs (starting from July 7th) will be logged here, and his feelings for patients and fellow staff members will be summarized in the Relationships section of his nurse file.
Ingway is currently available for RP, and is scheduled to make his rounds at least twice a week. Please try to take a glance at his nurse file, especially the Basics section!
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Posted: Wed Jul 06, 2011 10:14 pm
"First meeting with Shu Ainame."
Participants: Ingway, Shu
Status: Complete
Ingway: *finally making his rounds, a black clipboard tucked underneath his arm* ... *his ear twitches at Nicanor's highly obvious shrieking, and he starts to walk towards that direction to inspect it*
Shu: -has been stalking Ingway for a bit, and take this as a chance to approach him- >83
Ingway: *slows down, eventually stilling to a halt as he turns his head* ... Yes? May I help you?
Shu: ... -points at herself- Hm? Me? Huh? ME?
Ingway: Yes.
Shu: ... Hi. ouo?
Ingway: *looks her over cautiously, then murmurs in reply* Hello.
Shu: How've you beeeen :'D?
Ingway: *his ear twitches again at the continued screaming* Fine.
Shu: -she looks off at that- I see you're investigating the sounds >: ?
Ingway: Yes.
Shu: Oh just ignore it~
Ingway: *ignores her instead and walks ahead*
Shu: -follows- Why are you ignoring me instead!? HUUUH!? huuuuh?! Huuuuh!?
Ingway: *steadily ignores her as he starts walking even faster*
Shu: -pokes his wings now-
Ingway: *they both smack her hands before he starts walking even faster*
Shu: -walks faster too- Hehe 8D -pokes-
Ingway: *lets out a small sigh, then walks even faster... enough to rapidly put a gap between them*
Shu: ..... DAMMIT INGWAY. I WILL GET YOU TO TALK TO ME.
Ingway: *tries not to think about how she knows his name as he hurries over to the kids, deciding to watch from a distance to avoid any other confrontations like that*
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Posted: Wed Jul 06, 2011 10:26 pm
"First meeting with Tonny Forte. Observed Nicanor Katsaros."
Participants: Ingway, Tonny
Status: Complete
Ingway: ... *moves his clipboard out from underneath his arm and starts taking notes, glancing up at all the patients that seemingly just appeared* ... *turns his attention to Nicanor's ranting, and mutters as he writes* Victini patient, child... shows signs of egotism and megalomania.
Tonny: *Overhears Ingway and narrows her eyes at him* You a doctor?
Ingway: *glances up at her from his notes, giving her a once-over before jotting something else down* No, I am not. I am one of the new nurses.
Tonny: *Only looks a BIT less suspicious* Do the doctors tell you to size us up for points of entry for needles? >.>
Ingway: *his lips twitch slightly and he continues writing* No. Not yet.
Tonny: *Scowls and mumbles* Not EVER if I have anything to say about it.
Ingway: You do not.
Tonny: I don't like your attitude. You watch yourself or I'll sing at you. >=/
Ingway: I am merely stating the truth. The doctors care little for your opinions. But they are unlikely to kill you.
Tonny: *Snorts* Tell that to old what's-his-face, the one who broke my arm. >.<
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Posted: Wed Aug 03, 2011 9:48 am
"First meeting with Aristarkh Ferapont."
Participants: Ingway, Anesha, Aristarkh
Status: Incomplete?
Anesha: c8 *Enjoying her lunch outside in the courtyard, sitting neatly*
Aristarkh: *creepily watching her from behind a tree* ....
Ingway: *sighs as he sits down next to his sister* ... This place is very... quiet. ... *tenses* ...
Anesha: *blinks over at her brother and smiles lightly, giving a small survey of their surroundings* It's quite nice, isn't it? *her wings waver just slightly, 'ears' pricking as she spots the red eye of the hidden Duskull* c8 *waves lightly to him*
Aristarkh: *stares a moment longer, before slipping out and standing there, hands behind his back.* ..... *he approaches closer, boldly, until he's awkwardly standing right before the Lavius, staring at her food curiously.. though quite disappointed at how fresh and uncharred it was*
Ingway: *stares at the Duskull, not relaxing even as he sees Anesha wave at him; his eyes look impassive, but his posture remains tense* ... There is food in the cafeteria. *starts to take out his own lunch, which is very small-- and comprised only of vegetables* The chef would be happy to provide whatever you ask for, if you do not complain.
Anesha: *she smiles warmly to the Duskull, tipping her head curiously* Are you hungry? *she offers up half of her sandwich*
Aristarkh: *simply stares at the food, ignoring Ingway, aside from giving him a very intense stare for about five seconds, and then returns to the food.. doing nothing at all... until his arm lifts and a hand lets his finger tips to lightly touch Anesha's winged ears*
Ingway: *his eyes narrow slightly, but he just watches for now*
Anesha: c8 *doesn't seem to mind, and glances to her brother* This is Aristarkh. ^^ And Aristarkh, this is my brother, Ingway.
Aristarkh: *just letting the tips of his thumb and forefinger touch the tip of the wings, his eye slides from one socket to the other to stare at Ingway intensely; unblinking or moving*
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Posted: Tue Aug 09, 2011 8:24 am
"Delysia Laurent and Analys Rosin wished to meet another patient."
Participants: Ingway, Delysia, Analys
Status: Complete
Delysia: Well... I've... -tried- to look for him today, but I haven't found him yet...
Analys: -blinks- You haven't found him?
Delysia: *shakes her head quickly*
Analys: Maybe you could call out his name..
Delysia: ... right here? In the middle of a hallway?
Analys: -nods-
Delysia: ... *raises her voice* Mister... Ingway?
Analys: Try a little louder...
Delysia: Mister Ingway!
Analys: Maybe I should do it... INGWAY! -frowns and tries screaming out his name now; when he still doesn't appear, she rubs at her throat, takes in a deep breath... and screeches his name out.. extremely... loudly.
( Delysia's ears flop and she tries to cover them, the fur of her tail standing on end as she scurries backwards... and Ingway suddenly appears behind Analys as if he's been there the whole time.)
Analys: -holds her throat, her own ears twitching and she looks pained, and then screams in shock.-
( And Delysia yelps, but Ingway looks unfazed.)
Ingway: ... yes?
Analys: -waves a hand weakly at Delysia, holding her throat still, and glaaares-
Ingway: *stares impassively at her as Delysia seems to try and get the hearing back in her ears.*
Analys: -coughs slightly then sighs- Have you seen Alphonse?
Ingway: Yes.
Analys: Where.
Ingway: In his room.
Analys: .... -turns her head to Delysia slowly-
Delysia: *rubbing her ears, sniffling* ; A;
Analys: In his room!!
Delysia: W-waah! What?!
Analys: ROOM! HIS ROOM!
Delysia: I-it huuurts ; AA; ... Oh... oh.. his room? I checked it earlier...
Analys: -looks at Ingway now- ...
Ingway: I brought him there recently.
Analys: Come with us to make sure please, I ... -cough- I'm afraid he might do something desperate again from how scared Delysia sounded.
Ingway: ... *nods and walks ahead of them*
Delysia: *walking closer to Analys, she hesitantly and touches a hand to her arm* A-are you alright, Miss Analys?
Analys: -rubs her throat but nods- Yes, I just can't do that again for a while.
Delysia: You were very loud! M-my ears are still buzzing!
Analys: I wanted to help -rubs- Did I?
Delysia: Yes... *squeezes her arm and smiles* Thank you.
Analys: -smiles back, tail shifting softly- You're welcome.
Delysia: Should we ask him to help your throat, too? If Alphonse is really alright?
Analys: -shakes her head When I go back to the water, I'll be fine.
Delysia: *tilts her head* Water heals you?
Analys: It helps me, I wasn't meant to scream like that with Oxygen...
Delysia: Hmm. *her eyes widen* Can you talk underwater?
Analys: -blinks- As.. a dragon, yes?
Delysia: Oh, my! What about now?
Analys: I can breathe, but my speech is garbled by the water.
Delysia: Where would you go, by the way? For water? The bathrooms?
Analys: No, we have a lake here.
Delysia: ... We do?!
Analys: Yes o.o
Delysia: Oh! I've never seen it...
Analys: There are Alligators there.
Delysia: ... Alligators? What are those?
Analys: ... -her brows furrow- Water dwelling creaters, long bodies... sharp teeth and ridges on their body?
Delysia: Oh... they sound like dragons!
Analys: -glares- They are below us.
Delysia: I-I'm sorry... was that offensive to assume?
Analys: Of course! They're just mere animals with no conscious being!
Delysia: *tilts her head* ... Really? How do you know that?
Analys: They can't talk to humans! And they only eat other animals on sight.
Delysia: Dragons are more... dignified?
Analys: We don't eat every animal, Delysia.
Delysia: What.. do you like to eat? You said you didn't like humans, last time...
Analys: Fish! I only eat fish! My brother eats humans, but that's a different story.
Delysia: *gasps*
Analys: Don't gasp, it was a time of no fish! The humans took a lot of our food from us.
Delysia: What kind of world did you live in...?
Analys: An unfair one, with corrupt people.
Delysia: *frowns* How terrible...
Analys: -shakes her head- It's no better here..
Delysia: Then.. you want to return home for your family?
Analys: Yes, I miss them..
Delysia: *she's about to say more, when there's suddenly the creaking noise of a door opening, and Ingway mutters, "We are here."*
Analys: -blinks at this and steps behind Delysia, so she may see Alphosne first-
Delysia: *walks inside hurriedly... she seems both disappointed and relieved that Alphonse is asleep on his bed, and she shakes his shoulder lightly* Alphonse? ... Alphonse?
Alphonse: Mmph... leave me alone, Illyana...
Delysia: *blinks confusedly, but she turns around with a smile after checking his breathing and his hands* Thank you, Mister Ing-- .... Mister Ingway?
Analys: ... He left already...
Delysia: ... He's so quiet...
Analys: ... so creepy.
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Posted: Sat Aug 20, 2011 7:25 am
"Topless Day."
Participants: A whole lot of patients and staff ohoho
Status: Complete
Daniel: .... *Shrugs* More comfortable this way
Alphonse: *splutters* What?!
Ingway: *taking notes on this phenomenon, nodding* Yes. You are clearly insecure about your borderline feminine physique. *waves a hand at Daniel* Especially when next to him.
Alphonse: DD8<
Jazz: -Sighs and just shuffles through paperwork, not paying attention to the fact that he is now shirtless-
Grim: -Tail flicks in annoyance- ...
(Ririka: ... -Turns to Janus- O uO)
Janus: -Punches me in the face- No.
Daniel: *Stares* More pokewhatsits.... *Gets an odd vibe about Ingway, but can't place why*
(Vethrfolnir: Topless Day! In which everyone is topless! EVERYONE. O__O)
Ingway: ... No.
Nicanor: *trying to tug Ingway's labcoat off, to no avail* DD:< ... *stares at Janus* OFF WITH THE SHIRTS, MEN WITH GIRL HAIR.
Ingway: ...
Alphonse: Pokemon, dammit! Why is this such a difficult word to-- ... say... where did all of these men come from. Why are they--
Nicanor: TOPLESS DAY. DO YOU SPEAK IT, MINION NUMBER THREE? D:<
Daniel: *Smirks* Poke.Whats.It. *Totally not doing it on purpose*
Ezekiel: ... *Takes a bite from his peach jam covered bagel and observes the going ons. Shrugs off his lab coat to toss over Jazz. Only he gets to see that!!*
Ichi: OmO *Screeches and covers his eyes* Everyone's naked!!!
Jazz: -Blinks, his head cocking a bit to the side when he is hit with the coat. Rolling his eyes, he sets the paperwork aside and pulls on the coat-
Grim: ...What's with the midgets running around?
Janus: -Raises a brow at Nicanor- Keep talking like that, and I may just take you to the catacombs and surgically turn you in to a girl.
Ezekiel: What the hell is going on here? *Licks some stray jam off his thumb while hovering by Jazz. He couldn't care less if the patients wanted to run around half naked. Just as long as they left him, and what's his, alone*
Ichi: OmO *Hisses and sparks while pointing at Grim* Kidnapper!!!
Alphonse: *twitches and wraps his arms around himself to cover his chest, then turns his glare on Daniel* Poke. Mon. You-- cheeky little... *looks down at his tail* ... Sharpedo!
Ingway: *tilts his head at the scene with Jazz and Ezekiel, then mutters to Grim* They are our younger patients. *seems to smirk very briefly at Janus' comment, and writes something else down on his clipboard*
Nicanor: As they should be, extremely yellow minion! For today is Topless Day and everyone must be without a shirt! No exceptions! *but then he looks horrified* ... *narrows his eyes* Not a bad threat, tall man. Not bad at all.
Spearmint: -has the trained, chiseled body of an athlete...who has been trapped in an asylum for several months-
Daniel: *Waves his hand in the air dismissively* Don't look like much of a "mon" to me, dude *Snorts* And last I checked, I'm not a marker *Chooses to interpret Sharpedo as Sharpie*
Ichi: *Taps a finger on his lip* All perverts. Every last one of you ;~; *Points at Nicanor* Especially you, bossy midget!
Jazz: Don't you know, Zeke? -Holds the coat tightly around himself- It's Topless Day of course.
Grim: -Scowls and glares at the Pichu- I AM NOT NO *****, YOU DAMN RAT! LET IT GO ALREADY!
Lennox: *Is nearly topless anyways because of the vest. Flicks his tail in minor agitation at being pushed out*
Haunter: *Hiding in the shadows because he doesn't want anyone to see his pasty white bleached scrawny chest* >.<
Jezebell: *Runs through the thread, arms over her head, waving her shirt and bra over her head as she laughs* Ah hee hee! Bouncy Bouncy!
Alphonse: Do you not see these?! *points irritably at his antennae, which are twitching furiously* These are a clear sign that I am a Volbeat --... no, nevermind! I shall not waste the effort on you, clearly you have you too much brine stuffed in your ears D:<
Nicanor: THE GREAT NICANOR IS NOT A PERVERT! *points blindly at Grim* He is! ... *drops his finger at seeing Jezebell running around* ... AGH! CHEST TUMORS!!
Ingway: *looks back and forth between the kids and Grim during this exchange, and writes more, mumbling* Keep a close eye on the Houndoom. *looks up at Spearmint* ... *scribble* Feed the Glaceon more. And the Haunter.
Grim: -Lets out a growl, his tail thrashing around even more. Reaches out to grab at Nicanor and shake him like a ragdoll - I am not a pervert you sick little midget! If anyone here is a pervert, it's clearly you!
Spearmint: ._. ... -does need to be fed properly- ;_;
Jazz: -Rolls his eyes and chucks an apple at Spearmint-
Ichi: ;~; *Whimpers and yanks his ears down to cover his eyes* ... *Mumbles* Both perverts
Daniel: Dude, take a damn chill pill *Wiggles an ear at the sight of Lennox. Lifts a hand to wave, but instantly gets distracted by the topless chick* See! That chick knows how to let loose
Ezekiel: I see *Shakes his head* I will be keeping my shirt on. *Looks to Jazz* As will you.
Haunter: <3 *Watchs Grim with a happy little smirk on his face*
Lennox: *Flicks his tail and creeps over to Daniel to watch the strange individuals*
Jezebell: *Smiles and waves her shirt back and forth over her head* ^_^ I have a lovely pair of coconuts!
Jazz: Of course, Zeke. Of course. I know the rules and all the stuff. No worries.
Janus: -Grabs Jezebell by her hair and drags her out- No one needs to see this s**t...
Alphonse: *turns his head slowly to see what he's talking about, then immediately looks disgusted* I would rather not be like... "that chick". *wraps his arms more tightly around his chest, quickly looking away* And her... coconuts...
Nicanor: *flails* UNHAND ME, PERVERTED MINION!
Ingway: *calmly, but loud enough to be heard* Please release the patient. There will be no fighting during my watch.
Haunter: >3>
Jezebell: *Giggles up until the point her hair is grabbed* YOW! Ow ow ow ow ow! *Arm flails a little as she's dragged off, utterly ignorant of the unease she is creating by participating in 'Topless Day'* I'll put my top back on! Stop pulling stop pulling!!
Grim: -Huffs, and instead of setting Nicanor down gently he just drops him. Mumbles- Fine, have it your way then... -Sends one more glare at the child before stomping off, but then stops at the feeling of a familiar gaze- ...
Spearmint: ;_________________; Real...real fruit. -agog-
Ezekiel: Good. *Leans to peek at the papers* What are you working on? *Neglecting his job to be nosey*
Daniel: Sounds like someone's got coconut envy *Grins, flashing rows of razor sharp teeth. The grin quickly vanishes when his mind processes Ingway's words* .... *Grumbles out curses, glances at the present doctors, then grabs Len's arm to drag him off* Come on, we're moving to waters that have less piranha swimming about
Ichi: *Takes refuge in a corner, curled up in the fetal position* ;~;
Alphonse: W-what? Nonsense!! *shudders as he sees Daniel's teeth and quickly looks away from him... but does peek back at him as he leaves with Lennox, looking over the fairy curiously* ... *glances back at the others and notices Spearmint with an apple* Excuse me! Where did you get that?
Nicanor: O-oof! *glares viciously at Grim's retreating back, and turns it over to Ingway when he disappears* I could've handled that on my own!
Ingway: *raises a brow*
Nicanor: I could've!! Don't mock me with your invisible eyebrows! They disappear into your hair! *stomps away from him to approach Ichi*
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Posted: Sat Aug 20, 2011 7:46 am
"First meeting with Photinus and Yuki."
Participants: Ingway, Photinus, Yuki
Status: Complete
Photinus: <<; ... *uses Nicanor's distraction with Azzy to inchworm toward the nearest hallway* >> ....
Ingway: *pauses in front of Photinus, tilting his head; locks of cerulean blue fall over his bare shoulder with the motion* ... Who did this to you?
Photinus: *peers up at Ingway, but can only crane his neck to see about thigh-high* OwO; ..... s...sss.... *so tall-- must be staff! squeaks and tries to alter the direction of his frantic crawl* ><;;
Ingway: ... *bends down to untie him*
Yuki: -runs around holding his shirt above his head- WHEEEEEEE!! 8DDDDD -bumps into Ingway while running- Woah! -plops down- DX
Ingway: *barely moves at all from the impact, he just turns his head to look at the boy, wings rustling* Hello... are you alright?
Yuki: Yup! 8D -smiles and looks up- Woah... -falls over again from tilting his head so far back- Your taaaaaall 8O
Ingway: *smiles faintly* Yes. I get that a lot.
Yuki: -stands up- Think I'll be as tall as you when I grow up?
Ingway: *smiles a little more* Maybe. You might even be taller than me.
Yuki: Haha! That'd be sooo cool!! Maybe I'll be this tall!! -holds his hand up high while on his tip toes- Or maybe as tall as this place! 8D
Ingway: *lets out a chuckle and pats his head* Yes. But do you really want that? You would hurt your head.
Yuki: -laughs- But I coud always walk like this! -hunches over to look like a gorilla-
Ingway: You would look... intimidating.
Yuki: Haha! GRRR!! -stomps around-
Ingway: *his smile widens, and he shakes his head* Careful. You might scare some patients.
Yuki: Haha!! I'm like the monster under the bed! RAWR! -tries to scare Ingway-
Ingway: *it's difficult to see any expression he makes, so he just holds up his hands over his face as if to hide*
Yuki: Haha! Yay!! I scared you! -bounces up and down-
Ingway: You did. *pats his head lightly, with another small smile* What is your name, little monster? I am Ingway.
Yuki: -smiles- Hi Iiiingwaaaaay! My name's Yuki! And I'm a Poke....poke...somehting... YEAH! 8DD
Ingway: *his feathery ears twitch slightly* A Pokemon?
Yuki: Yeah! -points- That too! I think... -blinks- Hey, what do you wear that mask for?
Ingway: ... Because I am a superhero.
Yuki:.........8O REALLY!?? 8DDD OMG Whats your super power? Do you have a cape? I always wanted a cape. Can you fly? I bet you can fly, whats your super hero name? Do you have a side kick? What's your secrete identity? Does he wear glasses? Superman's wears glasses, I bet you wear glasses.
Ingway: *flaps his wings and takes to the air... but not very high, to avoid hitting the ceiling* This. Yes. Yes. No name yet. Do not have one. ... Yes, I wear glasses.
Yuki: Woah... 8DD Soo cool!
Ingway: You will be able to fly when you are older.
Yuki: Really?! I hope so! I'll start practicing now! -puts his arms out to his side and starts running around making airplane noises-
Ingway: *his feet gently touch the ground as he lands, his soft voice seemingly amused as he watches this* You are doing well already.
Yuki: Yay!!! I'm gonna fly!!
Ingway: *chuckles* You will. I must go, Yuki. There are people to save.
Yuki: Bye Mr. Ingway! -watches him leave with awe-
Ingway: *and he flies off like a jet, just for effect. Somewhere, this would be set to the Superman theme music*
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Posted: Thu Sep 22, 2011 12:50 pm
"Roscielle Delarc requires assistance."
Participants: Ingway, Roscielle, Delysia, Alphonse, Azzy
Status: Complete
Ingway: *his voice is low and resonant as he glides silently into the room* You were right.
Delysia: I-I told you...
Azzy: *peeks in behind Ingway as Roscielle lets out a scared sob and the roses flare out again*
Delysia: He won't hurt you, Miss Roscielle! He helped Alphonse with his hand...
Roscielle: -she stays silent now, once he's in the room, sobbing though, but doesn't have the energy to hide-
Delysia: P-please relax...
Ingway: *he lifts her with Telekinesis, and it's probably very easy to do so, with how small and light she is...*
Alphonse: Take her out to the sun.
(She mumbles, "I'm sorry" again, one last sob.. before passing out completely..)
Ingway: I will bring her back here when she recovers. *and he walks out, her body floating eerily behind him*
(When Roscielle comes to, she's outside in the courtyard...)
Roscielle: *feels numb and pained, letting out a small groan of pain*
Ingway: There is water next to you.
Roscielle: *flinches, then tries to relax herself slightly and take sips of the water, after shifting into an upright position*
(The water is in a paper cup, and it tastes cleaner than what patients usually have access to. It is refilled by a floating pitcher as soon as Roscielle finishes...)
Roscielle: *looks frightened by this and ends up dropping the cup*
(The cup is suspended in the air before it fully upends the water, and the pitcher refills it again before both objects drift down, gently, to the ground)
Roscielle: *trembles in fear, staring at the strangeness... but thirst overwhelms her, and she greedily takes in more water*
(And so the pitcher silently refills her cup until it has nothing left; then, it stays still, the blue glow surrounding it dissipated)
Roscielle: *quickly places the cup down as well and stares at Ingway*
Ingway: *towering above her, standing a fair distance away, but it is clear his sharp eyes have been observing her* Your roses do not take kindly to bandages.
Roscielle: *glances down at the shredded cloth, torn more by the thorns as the roses slither* ... They don't...
Ingway: Their thorns are unusually sharp. Your friend was right about the sun.
Roscielle: *nods hesitantly before nestling herself back in the grass*
Ingway: Why did you do that?
Roscielle: D... do what...
Ingway: Isolate yourself.
Roscielle: I... didn't want to see anyone...
Ingway: You also cut off your food supply. Unwise.
Roscielle: *lets out a noise* I spoke to someone who came here of their own free will...
Ingway: There are a handful of patients who have done so.
Roscielle: *looks horrified* Why!? Why would anyone do that to themselves? *chokes on her words and lets out a loud sob*
Ingway: For a challenge, to hide. Various reasons.
Roscielle: *hides her face in the grass now, sobbing once more before biting down on her lips and trying to calm down*
Ingway: ... The Asylum has been unkind to you. For some people, the world outside of it has been much worse.
Roscielle: *shakes her head as her body shudders, and murmurs to herself* She... she came here for a challenge... I don't understand... she'll get hurt... experimented on... tortured...
Ingway: *says nothing now, just watching this emotional display impassively*
Roscielle: *eventually calms down and turns on her stomach, letting her back face the sun*
Ingway: *watches the roses again*
Roscielle: *the roses slither along her bare skin, constantly, they create new scars and marks on her body... even a few blood red buds perk out from her back, blooming almost instantly and replacing the ones that had withered from lack of nutrients*
Ingway: *narrows his eyes and starts writing on the clipboard he carried with him; his low voice mutters something about 'parasites' or 'symbiotes' and 'requires further observation'*
Roscielle: *hears this, making a horrified noise and moving away from him; her eyes are red, swollen, and wide with fear...*
Ingway: *but there is no malice in his expression -- or, really, there's very little in his expression at all...*
Roscielle: *frightened all the more, overthinking due to paranoia and fatigue, she backs away from him more and tries to hide until night under some bushes*
(When she finally pokes out to look around, there is another pitcher of water waiting near the bush, but Ingway is nowhere to be found. Roscielle downs the contents before trying to stumble back to her room, where Delysia is waiting for her)
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Posted: Sun Sep 25, 2011 12:50 pm
"First meeting with Terrill Twith."
Participants: Ingway, Terrill
Status: Complete
(In the higher levels of the Asylum, where the staff resides... Ingway approaches the own cafeteria when it is empty, his clipboard abandoned in his quarters for now. There is only one person there, he seems to be silently cooking up some things in the kitchen... while the rest of the food is properly set out, looking delicious, scrumptious and all with some sort of cheese or meat.)
Ingway: *frowns as he looks over the prepared food, and after glancing at the only other person in the room and considering him for a moment, he approaches him* You are the head chef?
Terrill: -flips some fish before nodding and turning around, he has several undistinguishable stains on his apron and is holding up a bloody knife- Why, ya' have a problem with my food?!
Ingway: *his eyes quickly take note of these details before darting to his face, and he pauses a moment before murmuring* My allergies prevent me from eating it.
Terrill: -squints at him as he stabs a piece of beef with the knife- No one told me bout no allergies I had to worry about.
Ingway: I am new. I have not yet had an opportunity to inform you.
Terrill: -chops the meat quickly and expertly- Uhuh. It's too late for me to make anything. Go salvage something.
Ingway: *looks like he wants to say more, but thinks better of it, moving back to look over the food*
(The food looks very delicious, and delectable-- thankfully there are a few cooked vegetables on the plates)
Ingway: *takes something with some vegetables, and moves to sit down somewhere in the area; that is the only part he eats*
Terrill: -peers over at this and frowns- How allergic can you possibly be?
Ingway: *matter-of-factly, not looking up from his plate* I am allergic to dairy, seafood, tree nuts, and corn, with an intolerance for strawberries and most meat.
Terrill: -raises a brow at this and turns, ... stays quiet for several momments as he fiddles again, then he chucks two giant loaves of bread, freshly cooked, at him-
Ingway: *glances up, and stops the loaves from hitting him with psychic power, a faint blue glow appearing around them* ... thank you. *murmurs as he lets them drop to his plate*
Terrill: -stares at this- Huh. Nifty power you've got there.
Ingway: Telekinesis. It is useful... *takes a bite out of the bread and lets out a soft, appreciative noise*
Terrill: -his brows furrow as he stares more at him- What are you?
Ingway: *his wings seem to flap behind him, loosening a few blue feathers, and he only responds when he finishes with his first bite* Latios.
Terrill: -had gone back to cooking, and there are loud noises inthe kitchen.- WHAT?
Ingway: ... *takes another bite as he looks over at this*
Terrill: -seems to be cooking many things at once, making a sauce... cooking meat, frying some vegetables..-
Ingway: *watches*
Terrill: -cooks for nearly an hour, before bringing to food out to restock the tables. He takes some burgers for himself and sits across from Ingway and stares- What were you saying?
Ingway: *looks back at him, his expression difficult to read with that mask, but his lips seem to be smiling slightly* I am a Latios. And you are a talented chef.
Terrill: -his brows raise but he grins- That's what landed me this job. But I don't understand what this... "Latios" thing is.
Ingway: *his wings flap again, spreading out a bit more to be more visible* It is a bird-like dragon. Where I come from, it is considered special.
Terrill: Bird-like dragon, eh. I wonder how good they taste. -grins-
Ingway: *stares steadily at him* A Latios would be certain to subdue you. Unless you have more... skills aside from cooking.
Terrill: -raises a brow at this- I'm here for a reason OTHER than cooking, you can't be here without something special. >:
Ingway: What else can you do?
Terrill: I can hit someone real hard with my frying pan.
Ingway: *stares* ... *smiles faintly* Ah. Lethal.
Terrill: -stands up now and moves back to the kitchen- Yeah, just a human. Nuthin' special about me.
Ingway: *looks after him thoughtfully, eating his bread again, and after another little appreciative moan, he asks,* What is your name?
Terrill: -looks back at him, sort of disturbed- First tell me why you made that noise.
Ingway: What noise?
Terrill: That -moan-.
Ingway: ... I do not recall moaning.
Terrill: You just did. I heard you.
Ingway: *blinks, but shrugs lightly* If I did moan, it was probably because of your food. It is exceptional.
Terrill: ... well that, I've never heard that about my food before. Thanks. The name's Terrill.
Ingway: Ingway Faeson. I am one of the new nurses.
Terrill: Huh, you're telling me your last name too, do I need to do the same >: ?
Ingway: *turns back to the bread* If you feel it necessary.
Terrill: I don't. -picks his ear and flicks whatever comes off-
Ingway: *nods and goes back to eating, taking his sweet time*
Terrill: So freaky how you're eating so slow. -grabs something else for himself to eat and moves to sit back down-
Ingway: I told you why. *takes a larger bite now though, a brow slightly raised at him*
Terrill: Yeah yeah, delicious food. But it's bread. -bites into some meat-
Ingway: Your point?
Terrill: Bread. Bread. Exceptional bread, I can't comprehend that.
Ingway: What would you consider appropriately 'exceptional'?
Terrill: -points to the other food he has brought out for the doctors- That. Not bread!
Ingway: If I could eat that, I would compliment it instead.
Terrill: :I How come you aren't taking allergy meds?
Ingway: I do.
Terrill: Then how are you still allergic to them?
Ingway: Medication does not rid me of my allergies.
Terrill: It's supposed too D:
Ingway: *shakes his head*
Terrill: Sucky medicine you got then.
Ingway: It has always been like this, no matter what I took.
Terrill: Frustrating, you can't enjoy anything!
Ingway: ... I savor what I can eat.
Terrill: ...
Ingway: *but he finishes the rest of the bread quickly*
Terrill: But apparentally my food is exquisite.
Ingway: *glances back at him* Yes.
Terrill: ... I can't understand, but alright, thanks :I
Ingway: What is so incomprehensible about it?
Terrill: It's plain bread, nothing on it!
Ingway: *shrugs lightly* It was good. So were the vegetables.
Terrill: I'll make you something worthy of being called good, later.
Ingway: *pauses, staring at him, but he nods, with another small smile* Thank you again.
Terrill: :I Don't thank me, it's my job.
Ingway: *tilts his head ever so slightly, some cerulean blue hair sliding down his shoulder... but then the moment is over as he stands up* I understand. I am merely thanking you for making allowances for me.
Terrill: -tears into some of his food- it's not a problem.
Ingway: What is that?
Terrill: It's chicken breaded in crumbs.
Ingway: It looks good.
Terrill: It's great <:
Ingway: *raises a brow*
Terrill: -noms on it-
Ingway: *watches for a moment before turning away, and moving for the exit*
Terrill: Worked hard, Ingy.
Ingway: ... Ingy?
Terrill: Yes, Ingy. It's a nickname.
Ingway: A patient called me that.
Terrill: ... who?
Ingway: Shu Ainame. Vampire... oddly intent on following me and small talk.
Terrill: ...-snorts- I know her. Interesting girl. Psychotic.
Ingway: *nods, with a small sigh*
Terrill: Whats with the sigh?"
Ingway: It is trying. I do not know what she wants, and I suspect she may be the one behind certain patient disappearances.
Terrill: Probably to snuggle up to you and get a way to be promoted. -chews- She kills those she eats, y'know?
Ingway: *narrows his eyes* I guessed as much.
Terrill: Can't blame her. I don't serve blood, and she was taken here from her lover.
Ingway: *tilts his head* ... Oh?
Terrill: She wants to find a way to bring her here >:
Ingway: I see. You have been very helpful, Terrill.
Terrill: I have?
Ingway: Yes.
Terrill: How?!
Ingway: You supplied information about a troublesome patient. I must stop her... I cannot allow her to kill any more.
Terrill: You can't stop that Ingway. She'll die!
Ingway: She can feed without drinking them dry.
Terrill: -shrugs- How do you stop a vampire from doing that?
Ingway: I do not know, but I must think of something, quickly...
Terrill: Mmm, goodluck with that, Ingway.
Ingway: Thank you, Terrill. *turns to walk out, a swish of silky blue hair and a rustle of sleek, feathered wings-- and then he's suddenly gone*
Terrill: ... ohhh, mysterious.
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Posted: Sun Sep 25, 2011 12:54 pm
"Breakfast with Terrill Twith."
Participants: Ingway, Terrill
Status: Complete
(Ingway walks into the staff cafeteria earlier the next day, during daytime... he doesn't seem to look any different -- of course, it's hard to tell with his mask -- but he goes straight to a table and starts looking over his clipboard. But Terrill is cooking breakfast for about two hours, so he doesn't greet him or pay much mind to him, either, rapidly going over his notes and making annotations...)
Terrill: *finally brings the food out and blinks, noticing Ingway is here once more, he raises a brow and stares- What are you doing?
Ingway: *one of his wing-tuft ears twitch, and he doesn't look up as he replies* Revising my notes...
Terrill: Over what? And so early too.
Ingway: Certain patients. *crosses something out* She refused to listen to me. I refused to find some way to promote her.
Terrill: There are other workers she can pester, y'know.
Ingway: ... *hurriedly flips to another page and writing something down*
Terrill: -moves over, wiping his hand and peers at his scribbles-
(It's horrible. It's almost completely illegible.)
Terrill: .. what are you writing?
Ingway: Notes... *softly, flipping some pages until he reaches a picture pinned to a scrawl-covered paper-- the picture is of a red-haired girl* Anesha may try to help her.
Terrill: -tilts his head- Who's that?
Ingway: My sister.
Terrill: Oh. Huh. Red sister, blue brother. Interesting. You look more like a woman than she does.
Ingway: ... *turns his head to look at Terrill, frowning*
Terrill: ... what?
Ingway: ... *frowns and turns away from her picture and goes back to writing*
Terrill: What!? Your hair is much longer and silkier than hers.
Ingway: ... is that a compliment?
Terrill: ... I like it?
Ingway: ... thank you.
Terrill: You're welcome >:
Ingway: What do you have for breakfast today?
Terrill: French toast, buttered toast, fruit salad, eggs over easy, sunny-side up eggs with bacon, scrambled eggs and bacon. And freshly squeezed orange juice. -opens his mouth to say more-
Ingway: *holds up a finger* I... can... eat eggs.
Terrill: Eat the French toast then.
Ingway: *nods and goes to get some from the buffet table walks back to the table, pushes his highly illegible notes aside, and takes a bite...*
Terrill: How is it?
Ingway: ...
Terrill: Weelllll?
Ingway: *eats the rest wordlessly* ...
Terrill: ...... -goes back to the kitchen-
Ingway: *and when he's done he gets up to follow him*
Terrill: ... Why are you following me?
Ingway: I would like to watch your process.
Terrill: Of.. what?
Ingway: Cooking.
Terrill: I'm not going to cook! I'm done for now.
Ingway: ... The toast was very... tasty.
Terrill: -blinks at this and grins- Thanks.
Ingway: *blinks himself, his mouth slightly open as if in shock before he starts to speak* ... I... how long have you been doing this?
Terrill: -shrugs and counts on his fingers- I don't remember. Long time, before I got here.
Ingway: Ah. *seems to be looking around the kitchen now, taking note of the various utensils and the way he keeps it, and as he moves to examine the stove, he murmurs,* ... Why do you not wear shoes?
Terrill: -wiggles his toes and shrugs- I never did.
Ingway: Do you not like them?
Terrill: No, they bound my feet. Hurt them. 'Sides I like the floors here.
Ingway: Our area is kept clean. The patient floors are beginning to look better. Alphonse Colbert cleans them.
Terrill: -raises a brow- Who?
Ingway: He has been here for a few months now. *moves out of the kitchen, and within seconds returns with his clipboard, flipping rapidly to a picture of a scowling young man*
Terrill: Huh, he's got the face of a long term patient. Look at that scowl. He'll get wrinkles next year. -snort- He'll be an old man.
Ingway: *lets out a laugh* Yes. He worries too much. Young... but very old eyes.
Terrill: Poor boy, but that just makes me want to mess with him. .. <:
Ingway: What will you do?
Terrill: I don't know, I find something out. Maybe I should make a big mess.
Ingway: He will clean that.
Terrill: But he'll be annoyed!
Ingway: Of course.
Terrill: Good, I'll make a giant mess for him then.
Ingway: What would you get out of that?
Terrill: Seeing him frustrated C:
Ingway: *glances up at him, but then readjusts his papers* I see.
Terrill: -snickers- It's fun messing with them.
Ingway: *raises a brow slightly at this, but says nothing else, turning to go out and get some more food*
Terrill: Enjoy the food, Ingy~
Ingway: Thank you, Terrill... *and he takes his sweet time with it again*
Terrill: Just don't make so many noises.
Ingway: ... hm?
Terrill: You know, from eating my food!
Ingway: Oh. I am sorry.
Terrill: It's.. okay.
(And he doesn't make any noises, but he does look quite happy...)
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Posted: Sun Sep 25, 2011 1:02 pm
"I want to play a game with you."
Participants: Ingway, Terrill
Status: Complete
(From that day on, Ingway develops a routine; he stops by the staff kitchen for breakfast, makes some small talk with Terrill... he never says much, always observing more than anything. He comes by for lunch two days a week, just as quiet then, and normally skips dinner as he starts his night shift... This goes on peaceably for awhile, until one day Ingway suddenly appears for dinner, going straight to find something particularly crunchy... and bites on it quite hard when he takes it back to a table)
Terrill: -he didn't seem to mind, tended to ramble on his own account each time Ingway came by, but today he had finished washing the dishes and raises a brow- What's up big boy.
Ingway: *stays quiet for awhile aside from crunching, almost as if he didn't hear him... but then he suddenly murmurs,* I saw a corpse today...
Terrill: -his brows raise- Oh?
Ingway: Yes...
Terrill: How?
Ingway: I was... starting my rounds... he was underneath a table.
Terrill: -shudders- That must be disturbing.
Ingway: It was. Various puncture wounds, so much blood... it was messy. I... tried to bury him. *holds up a hand helplessly, which is not covered by his gloves, for once...*
Terrill: How do you think that happened?
Ingway: I do not know. It might not have been Shu. I doubt she would leave so much blood. ... *quietly* I have... never seen a real human's corpse before.
Terrill: -shakes his head- You'll be seeing a lot here, Ing.
Ingway: *looks over at Terrill, a frown on his lips* Is it really that terrible here?
Terrill: Of course it is! They do experiments on us, that's the only reason they don't want us dead.
Ingway: ... us?
Terrill: ... I meant the patients.
Ingway: *looks up at him, frowning softly* I came across something interesting in the patient files.
Terrill: -wipes his hands on some napkins, then moving to grab a plate of baked potatoes- Huh?
Ingway: You were listed as a 'promoted patient'.
Terrill: -cuts it in half and dabs some sour cream and butter onto it- Yes and?
Ingway: ... nothing has changed?
Terrill: What, the experiments?
Ingway: Yes...
Terrill: No, -snorts- It never will.
Ingway: ... *lets out a sigh* I see.
Terrill: -chewchewchew- Why are you here now? - heading near the table and sits down in front of him.-
(And Ingway lets out a gasp and quickly puts his hands up to cover his face. His mask is on the table with a napkin on it, as though he was wiping it.)
Terrill: -blinks and chews slowly- Should I go away for your private taime.
Ingway: ... You... do not need to... I... I am sorry. I am... jumpy.
Terrill: Hey, look, I won't kill you. Not intentionally at least. Maybe by accident. From my food >:
Ingway: *peers at him, a small bit of garnet eyes visible between his fingers* Make sure you burn me. I do not want Anesha to know I died from an allergic reaction.
Terrill: ... -and he covers his mouth, bursting out with laughter-
Ingway: *seems to smile faintly, and he lowers his hands to the table*
Terrill: -had to turn around and ended up choking on some of the potato and spitting in on the floor- FAHAHA
Ingway: ... Terrill, was it that funny?
Terrill: YES! -snortcough-
Ingway: *lets out a small, soft half-laugh, perhaps the most he ever allows himself to let out* I see. Try not to actually kill me for humor.
Terrill: -snickers and nods, moving to eat again- I won't. You know I've never seen you without your mask.
Ingway: *now that his face is fully exposed, it's easier to see what his expressions really look like... and the almost envious way he watches him eat, and the faint flush on his cheeks* Not many people have.
Terrill: -blinks at this and watches him now, stopping his chewing when he notices the expression, and tilts his head- Why?
Ingway: *hesitantly brings his large, thick-lashed eyes to Terrill's face* I... do not feel comfortable showing my face.
Terrill: -raises a brow and leans back in his seat- How come?
Ingway: I feel exposed. Vulnerable. *looks down* And... my heart is painted on my face, my mother used to say.
Terrill: Exposed and vulnerable!? Even with the mask you should feel like t-- -stares- Heart painted.. What does that mean?
Ingway: I am not good at hiding the feelings in my expressions. *glances back at him hesitantly, looking just as vulnerable as he claimed* The mask... obscures everything. And I feel safer when others cannot guess what I am thinking.
Terrill: -his brows raise and he lets out a noise, chewing once more on his food- ... I see.
Ingway: Am I... obvious to you, too?
Terrill: Well, -chew- You look scared.
Ingway: ... Why do you think I am scared?
Terrill: -shrugs- I don't know! Scared to be seen through, scared to be caught?
Ingway: *bites his lip very lightly before trying to smooth out his features, but his brows are clearly furrowed and he looks a little worried as he tries to clean his mask*
Terrill: -blinks- What did I hit it on the mark?
Ingway: ... yes.
Terrill: .... I was just guessin, dude.
Ingway: You are a talented guesser.
Terrill: .... I guess I am.
Ingway: Was that supposed to be a pun?
Terrill: ..... maybe.
Ingway: You are a talented guesser, but terrible with puns.
Terrill: .... >:c -huffs and eats-
Ingway: *raises a brow* Unless you would like to prove me wrong?
Terrill: You're Fairy sexy, man <:
Ingway: ... I... think that would work better for Alphonse than me. *his wings flutter as if to make a point, but he looks like he's trying not to snort*
Terrill: You're like a fairy.
Ingway: How?
Terrill: You sparkle. -snorts-
Ingway: ... *stands up and moves to turn all the lights off*
Terrill: -blinks and watches this-
Ingway: *and when the room is dark... there seems to be a very faint red glow in various patterns* Look, I glow in the dark, too.
Terrill: Wow you are like a fairy. 8D
Ingway: Do you think you can reach me from there?
Terrill: -reaches out a hand- I'm just sitting aside from you.
Ingway: Mm, you were... *the faint red glow suddenly seems farther away, though...*
Terrill: ... What the? -blinks and stands up to follow the glowing-- but only to trip over a chair and hurriedly stand back up, cursing-
Ingway: Are you alright?
Terrill: Yes, but why did you turn off all the lights?!
Ingway: To show you that I glow. And maybe to do this.
Terrill: Do what!?
Ingway: Make you find me...~
Terrill: ..... I can see you, right there. -heads towards the glowing-
Ingway: Where? *stays still*
Terrill: -reaches out a hand to touch him- Here! ........ What the hell are you doing!? Oh my ******** god. I'm hallucinating this aren't I. -kicks the wall- I forget to take my meds ONE DAY AND THIS HAPPENS.
Ingway: ... Terrill, I am trying to play a game with you.
Terrill: -seemed to be going hysterical until he hyperventilates- But how are you moving away so quickly!?
Ingway: *his voice sounds softer now, and closer when he calms down* I am very fast...
Terrill: -takes in a deep breath and looks around- C-could've mentioned that before!
Ingway: *chuckles slightly* I am sorry.
Terrill: -huffs and moves to try adn touch him again-
Ingway: *the glowing seems to be growing fainter...*
Terrill: -tries to run after him now- Could you move the chairs since you can apparentally see!?
Ingway: *and he does, with scraping noises to 'help'*
Terrill: ............. ARE YOU SURE I'M NOT IN A MOOD RIGHT NOW?
Ingway: Telekinesis, Terrill~
Terrill: ...o-oh.
Ingway: You should not bump into anything now though.
Terrill: Good. -sniffs and runs after him now-
Ingway: *and he tries to move evasively... but with the way Terrill is running, they probably crash into each other now.*
Terrill: -and he pins him down with a cackle- HAHAHAHA I GOT IT.
Ingway: *lets out a gasp, which turns into a slightly breathless laugh* Yes, you got me...
Terrill: -his face grows warm from this and he sits up- Good, I knew I could do it.
Ingway: Mmph... What if I just felt bad for you?
Terrill: -pats his chest- Everyone feels bad for me.
Ingway: *lets out a soft noise* ... You were tripping over chairs and thinking you were hallucinating. There was valid reason to.
Terrill: Oh shut up. -moves to stand up and dust himself off-
Ingway: *seems to laugh slightly again, and he moves to turn on the lights... and his hair looks a little disheveled*
Terrill: You gotta comb your hair, Latios man.
Ingway: Hm?
Terrill: It's all messy and what not.
Ingway: ... Ah... *and tries to comb it out through his fingers; when he turns around, moving to the table as he does so, his face seems more flushed than earlier*
Terrill: -raises a brow as he moves there too- Running made you tired?
Ingway: No, not at all... Did it tire -you-?
Terrill: -shakes his head, combing his own hair- No way. But why's your face all red?
Ingway: ... *looks away quickly* Oh. I had not realized.
Terrill: What, what's wrong?! Allergic reaction, is it hot in here--
Ingway: *quickly* No! No...
Terrill: Then what's wrong?
Ingway: ... you were very close.
Terrill: ... And?
Ingway: I... liked it. *and he almost frantically reaches for his mask after that, hurrying to put it back on*
Terrill: -blinks at this- Oh.
Ingway: *after adjusting his mask, he turns to walk out* I should be returning to my rounds. Thank you for today, Terrill.
Terrill: Yeah, no problem, Ingway?
Ingway: *rushes out now*
Terrill: *blinks more, but shrugs and moves to fix up the room*
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Posted: Sun Sep 25, 2011 1:13 pm
"Try to relax, Terrill..."
Participants: Ingway, Terrill
Status: Complete
(On that aubergine couch in the staff lounge... Ingway drifts past it on his way to his room, but he pauses at noticing Terrill, tilts his head, glances at his clipboard, and lets out a soft noise; he speaks up in a low voice, to get his attention but deliberately trying not to disturb him, "Terrill... hello.")
Terrill: -looking pissed off as he tears up some pages in a book grumbling, his eyes glance up and he sniffs- Yes, Ingy.
Ingway: You look unnerved.
Terrill: I'm not nervous, I'm annoyed D:< -tear-
Ingway: Is there a reason?
Terrill: The patients! The ******** patients. I hate them.
Ingway: *moves swiftly to sit down next to him on the couch* Would you like to talk about it?
Terrill: No, but I'd like to take a knife and stab someone. - tear, shred-
Ingway: Ah. And if you were questioned... admit to it or blame someone?
Terrill: Admit. I don't care!
Ingway: The book cares. You are ripping out its insides. *peers at the cover* A Collection of Stories by Hoiger Howgendoogen.
Terrill: -grumbles- Horrible book.
Ingway: Wonderful pen name.
Terrill: -stares at him-
Ingway: *stares back*
Terrill: ... the book is full of his name.
Ingway: It is a mouthful to remember, after all.
Terrill: -looks back down at it- ... it is.
Ingway: Now he will never remember it.
Terrill: -tearteartear- Good.
Ingway: But he did nothing to you.
Terrill: He did by existing.
Ingway: Very vindictive, I see.
Terrill: GRRRRR -tears the book in half-
Ingway: *stares, and stays quiet for awhile*
Terrill: -begins eating the paper-
Ingway: ... *stares more*
Terrill: ... what.
Ingway: How does it taste.
Terrill: Like chicken >I
Ingway: Wonderful.
Terrill: -sniffs-- So what are you doing here?
Ingway: I was in the neighborhood. I thought you looked lonely.
Terrill: -stares at him again- ... says the glowy dragon thing.
Ingway: Yes. I wanted to be your nightlight.
Terrill: ... -smiles and snorts-
Ingway: *smiles now* Will you let me?
Terrill: -waves his whole arm- Why not.
Ingway: *shifts a little closer to him once his arm is back down*
Terrill: -but he sighs and slumps against the side of the couch, scratching it-
Ingway: Ah, and now the couch must pay? Do you dislike this color?
Terrill: No, I'm just... -scritch- Annoyed.
Ingway: *stands up* ... Would you like to come to my room? Before you scar the couch.
Terrill: -stares and shrugs- Why not.
Ingway: *stares at him a moment longer before abruptly turning, and he walks off in that silent, almost majestic way he usually does, hair and 'cape' trailing behind him*
Terrill: -stands up and wiggles his toes... then trudges after him-
(Ingway walks quickly, ahead of him but at least restraining himself enough not to leave Terrill behind; his room turns out to be quite high up, and it looks surprisingly used... there is a desk littered with folders, papers, and pens, with a sleek white laptop at the side, a large bed with white sheets, a closet that's slightly open, and some other bureaus and cabinets littered with various items)
Terrill: -he's panting once they reach the room, holding onto his chest and wheezing- D... damn... could barely... catch up... hhhhnn...
Ingway: *glances back at him, not even out of breath, and waves at a couple of chairs* Sit down.
Terrill: -he tries too-- but no, he just slumps his head on the seat and the rest of his body on the floor.-
Ingway: ... *walks over and adjusts him to properly sit in the chair*
Terrill: -groooans and slumps in the chair-
Ingway: ... Would you rather the bed?
Terrill: -slumps more- :C
Ingway: *leaves him in the chair*
Terrill: -stares at him- Watcha doin now?
Ingway: I am going to throw you down on the bed in a second and ravish you in the name of the demon lord Beelzebub.
Terrill: ... -his mouth drops-
Ingway: *looks utterly serious*
Terrill: .... uh.. so...
Ingway: Hm?
Terrill: ... really?
Ingway: *stare*
Terrill: ......
Ingway: ... You seem less displeased than you should be.
Terrill: ... I should be displeased?
Ingway: *makes a motion as if to swipe at his own mouth* You should wipe that.
Terrill: ... -wipes the drool off his face-
Ingway: *sits down on the bed slowly, which is further away than the chairs* ... So. You like that idea.
Terrill: I.. might, yes.
Ingway: *bluntly* I have no experience with sex outside of textbooks.
Terrill: ... and what is that supposed to tell me? Other than you're a complete virgin.
Ingway: *pauses* ... Did I just give you more reason to enjoy it?
Terrill: Yeah. Dude.
Ingway: Ah... I see...
Terrill: -but he stays in the chair, then begins scratching the arm of it- ...
Ingway: *glances over at this, seemingly careful to avoid looking at his face* The part about Beelzebub. You did not mind that either?
Terrill: -scritch scratch- Dunno who that is!
Ingway: So you do not care, as long as you are ravished. Or get the chance to ravish me.
Terrill: -flushes from this and shakes his head- What the hell, no!
Ingway: *tilts his head, a hand moving up to twirl the ends of his hair* A nurse has healing comfort sex with an irate chef to make him forget his troubles. Sounds like a bad movie.
Terrill: -he snorts and shakes his head- Shuddup.
Ingway: Should I? Would it make you forget, angry chef?
Terrill: No it wouldn't, stupid nurse! Don't treat sex that way, stay pure.
Ingway: *clasps his hands together* But I want to help you.
Terrill: Help me by taking me to my room so I won't drag myself down there, high and mighty staff :I
Ingway: *smiles and stands up* Where is it?
Terrill: Room E-59.
Ingway: *moves closer to him... and picks him up. ... With Telekinesis.*
Terrill: *screeches when he's lifted into the air and flails* WHAT THE HELL MAN?!
Ingway: Oh. Would you prefer the traditional way?
Terrill: BETTER THAN BEING ALL DEFYING GRAVITY YO!!
Ingway: *holds out his arms, the psychic energy floating Terrill to land in them, and Ingway lets out a small noise from feeling his weight*
Terrill: *clutches onto him tightly, eye twitching* FCUGYCF TJCH don't do that again.
Ingway: ... I will not. That noise sounds painful. *walks towards his room, more slowly than earlier*
Terrill: *panting for breath again, he nods* It was a horrifying experience.
Ingway: Deep, slow breaths.
Terrill: *tries to do this, closing his eyes*
Ingway: *looks down at him for a few moments, but then turns ahead to concentrate on holding him steadily... He seems to be having a bit of trouble, especially compared to how he used his power*
Terrill: *but he calms down, and leans against his chest, unaware of the trouble.*
Ingway: Mm... Comfortable already? *the material of his coat is very smooth and sleek, and through it, he has an oddly fast, quiet heartbeat, like that of a fluttering bird...*
Terrill: *nods and listens to this with furrowed brows* Mhm... What's up with your heart?
Ingway: Hm?
Terrill: It sounds like... Mmm... A hummingbird...
Ingway: More reason to think I am a bird, then. ... It is odd. Creatures with faster heartbeats have shorter lifespans. Latios are supposed to be long-lived.
Terrill: Is it cause they say once you beat 10 billion times, you die?
Ingway: So it goes. *exhales softly* Anesha's heart is not like this.
Terrill: Why's your heart then?
Ingway: Perhaps allergies are not the only condition I have.
Terrill: Does that mean you're gonna die young?
Ingway: *exhales again, with a small shudder* Most likely.
Terrill: You're gonna die a virgin...
Ingway: *lets out a rather startled-sounding laugh* Mm. That sounds like an excuse. Have sex with me, I am a virgin and I suffer from a terminal heart condition.
Terrill: Huh, *blinks, shocked from the laugh* Sounds like a bad porno...
Ingway: *laughs again, the sound as fluttery as his heart*
Terrill: *frowns though* Have you gone to doctors on the outside world to figure it out?
Ingway: ... Yes.
Terrill: What'd they say about you, glowy guy?
Ingway: I have cardiac arrhythmia. An irregular heartbeat. You have figured that much.
Terrill: *stares* Oh, so it's not terminal.
Ingway: Perhaps not. Everyone experiences it at some point. ... I have persisted with it since childhood.
Terrill: Eh, maybe you went through truama that needs to be forgotten.
Ingway: Trauma... My childhood was pleasant. The worst that happened to me were allergic reactions and fainting spells.
Terrill: That's pretty traumatic!
Ingway: *says nothing for awhile, and then he speaks up softly* What was your childhood like?
Terrill: *scratches Ingway's face instead of his own* Running around, setting places on fire, y'know. The norm.
Ingway: *looks down at him again* ... A very active childhood, then.
Terrill: Got sent here when... I was 11 for running naked into some fire. 8D
Ingway: *frowns now, his eyes moving to Terrill's arms automatically*
Terrill: *which wiggle.*
Ingway: ... Why did you do that?
Terrill: It's fun?!
Ingway: Do the burns on your body think so?
Terrill: Eh they look fine.
Ingway: ... As a precursor to healing intimacy, I would like to inspect them.
Terrill: ... Why?
Ingway: Medical interest.
Terrill: OH. I see.
Ingway: *and once they reach Terrill's room, he opens the door... With his mind, and sets Terrill down on the bed, looking around briefly*
(His room is messy, smells like food, there's only a bed, desk and bookshelf which is filled to the brim with cook books... There are even cook books on the floor and on his bed... His room also looks like it was just slightly upgraded from that of a patient's...)
Ingway: *after filing all these details away, he looks back at Terrill on the bed... and reaches over to unravel his tie and unbutton his shirt* You eat in here?
Terrill: *kicks some of the books off his bed and shrugs* Yeah, were else should I eat?
Ingway: Your kitchen. You usually do, with me.
Terrill: I'm not gonna starve myself until each time I see you >:U
Ingway: Good. The chef should not die of starvation.
Terrill: I might die of obesity.
Ingway: *his fingers pause over the apron when the buttons start to go underneath it, and then he tries to take that off* Hm. I am not sure which is worse.
Terrill: :I I can live longer with obesity. *unties the ribbon behind his back, and just flops on his chest now*
Ingway: Until you have a stroke or fall down stairs. Off with the shirt, Terrill.
Terrill: No :I *and he snorts* I've fallen and I can't get up.
Ingway: Oh no. I will roll you over and give you a sponge bath immediately. Then I will spoon feed you.
Terrill: My personal nurse? Ohmai. *snort* Don't forget to wash under the 4 tummy rolls.
Ingway: I will be very thorough.
Terrill: And dig deep into my belly's crevices <:
Ingway: *his hands press against his sides* To find old food and lint?
Terrill: *snickers and nods, turning to lay on his side now* Yes.
Ingway: *and one hand moves to press against his stomach, with a thoughtful hum*
Terrill: *this hand makes him flop on his back, and his legs swing off the side of the bed* Hum?!
Ingway: *pauses, then starts humming an odd sounding song as he continues unbuttoning again*
Terrill: *his cheeks puff up and he twists and squirms like and unruly child* What are you humming?!
Ingway: *his hands still over his chest, and he stares at him* ... Defying Gravity.
Terrill: *blinks and stops squirming* ... you're weird.
Ingway: *smiles, tentatively unfastening one button* Yes.
Terrill: *his hands raise up in an exasperated gesture* And you're proud!
Ingway: Yes~ *continues steadily*
Terrill: You belong here! *his cheeks puff up again*
Ingway: ... I suppose so. *murmurs as he opens the last button, and then spreads the shirt open to get a better look at his chest*
Terrill: *he's now flailing his arms and legs around, but on his body, his chest is filled with large burns, most off them creating a darker spot on his chest*
Ingway: *his eyes trace all of these burns... And so do his fingers, and he murmurs* Please relax, Terrill.
Terrill: *his palm slaps against Ingway's lip and the other hand presses a finger to his own lips* Shush, I hear the sounds of the rooster squawking.
Ingway: ... *stares at him*
Terrill: *his human ear tries to peek out of his hair as he listens* OmO
Ingway: *meanwhile his feathery ears are twitching* ...
Terrill: *of course there is no sound, and he sticks his middle finger at the sky* STUPID ROOSTER.
Ingway: What did it say?
Terrill: It said you were gonna ravish me.
Ingway: ... I thought you liked that idea.
Terrill: It told me, you were gonna to pick my burns with your long fingers, take some skin, and experiment on the crusts.
Ingway: No. *but he pulls his hands away and takes a step back*
Terrill: If that's not true then why'd you back away all shifty like?!
Ingway: *lets out a sigh* I only meant to look. But this is not a good time, is it?
Terrill: *flops on his chest and shrugs* That c**k always tells me things to bug me.
Ingway: I see. Did you take your medication?
Terrill: ... Noo.
Ingway: *goes off to look for it*
Terrill: Mmm, they're in the kitchen :c
(So Ingway checks the kitchen, grabs the bottle, pops some pills into his hands, and he brings back some water too.)
Terrill: *and he's taking his pants off when Ingway gets back* ... :>
Ingway: ... Did it tell you something else?
Terrill: It told me my pants smelled like cats :E
Ingway: I see. *holds out the medication and the water to him* Here...
Terrill: *flings his pants away, adjusting his boxers and takes the medicine... downing it quickly* :T
Ingway: *watches him take it carefully, then looks down at his legs*
Terrill: *flops back on the bed, legs looking worse than his chest*
Ingway: *it takes him awhile to move over and quietly trace a few of those dark burns with his fingers* ...
Terrill: *the wild look in his eyes finally calms down, and he yawns, stretching* It shut up.
Ingway: Good...
Terrill: *his toes wiggle and he yawns again, but doesn't look sleepy*
Ingway: *while one hand stays on his leg, the other grasps a foot, fingers light and ticklish... If Terrill can feel it, that is*
Terrill: *and he does, bursting out with laughter and kicking his hands away*
Ingway: Ah, you felt that~
Terrill: I can feel you know!! *snickers and tries to kick more*
Ingway: *tickles a little more, but both hands slide up his legs now* And this?
Terrill: *roars out with laughter, wheezing for breath when he's done, nodding* Yes!
Ingway: Interesting... *shifts his position as his hands move up his chest* This?
Terrill: Mmm, yes =n=
Ingway: *his right thumb strokes idly at his skin as he looks over the burns again* I see.
Terrill: *his feet sway side to side, as if used to being observed this way* Uhuh, the burns didn't cause any damage to my senses.
Ingway: They look much worse than they are, then...?
Terrill: Mmmmm-hmm.
Ingway: *his head dips down, and his face presses against his chest, a sensation of silky hair, soft skin and feathers, and the cold material of his mask*
Terrill: *his body jerks from this, and shivers* Warn a man first before you go sniffing his chest!
Ingway: Not sniffing. Listening.
Terrill: *his brows raise, and his heart seems to be dull a low, nearly non-existant...*
Ingway: *softly* Your heart is so quiet...
Terrill: Oh, the medicine does that.
Ingway: Mm... Yes. Would you let me get this close, during one of your moods...
Terrill: I might try to claw your mask off.
Ingway: Why that?
Terrill: So I can claw at your face when the c**k orders me to.
Ingway: *tenses* ... I see.
Terrill: *laughs* YOU LOOK FUNNY.
Ingway: *pulls away from him now*
Terrill: Aw, done observing?
Ingway: Yes. *turns to leave* It is late.
Terrill: *turns to lie on his chest* Hey!
Ingway: *looks back at him*
Terrill: *smiles softly* Thanks for tonight. I forgot what I was angry about.
Ingway: ... I am glad to have helped. Goodnight. *and he walks out now*
Terrill: HEY!
Ingway: ... *comes back in and stares*
Terrill: *his arms are extended* Hug?
Ingway: *blinks, but after some hesitation, he moves over compliantly* ... Turn over.
Terrill: *turns onto his back once more, arms outstretched*
Ingway: *and he descends upon him, with even more of those sensations from earlier as his arms move around him*
Terrill: *his arms and legs wrap around him, squeezing like a vice grip* Don't die on me, I need a friend.
Ingway: *lets out a soft noise, almost like a squeak* I will try not to...
Terrill: *pats his back now, letting go* Good night, Ingy.
Ingway: *withdraws his arms after murmuring, "goodnight, Terrill", and then turns to leave again*
Terrill: *he sighs and kicks everything butt the blanket off his bed now, turning on his side to fall asleep*
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Posted: Mon Sep 26, 2011 5:17 pm
"How can this be?"
Participants: Ingway, Terrill
Status: Complete
(Ingway would show up for breakfast and lunch the next day, and Terrill takes his medicine, so he can talk to Ingway without his moods. Ingway is extra wary about showing up without his mask now, but he does smile at Terrill when he sees him, some breakfast in front of him at a table)
Terrill: *he pulls the chair out, in front of him and sits on it backward, legs spreading out from the back of the chair* So bread is all you can eat?
Ingway: *eating bread again, he shakes his head* I can eat vegetables, except for corn and related families. I can eat fruit except for strawberries. Bananas are uncomfortable.
Terrill: .... :T
Ingway: ... And there is tofu...
Terrill: I can't make tofu tasty.
Ingway: Perhaps you should look for more tofu recipes. *sips his water*
Terrill: :T Uhuh, why? Can't you just, find some potent medicine?
Ingway: ... Allergies do not work that way.
Terrill: *whines* Why not?
Ingway: Most allergy medicines treat the symptoms after an incident... Not before. The symptoms are triggered in the first place by allergens from the food reacting negatively with my immune system.
Terrill: ... E: get a better immune system.
Ingway: *stares at him... And then starts laughing, quiet, but genuine* I wish I could. It is not as though I did not try.
Terrill: *places his chin on the chair and strums his fingers* You wanna try tasting a food, cause my food might not give you allergic reaction.
Ingway: Why would that make a difference?
Terrill: I'm aweshum.
Ingway: ... I do not deny that. But really.
Terrill: *snickers* Do you have medicine on you, cause if you do get a reaction I'll fix you >:
Ingway: *reaches into his coat and pulls out a pen-like object*
Terrill: Iszatit?
Ingway: Yes. Do not inject it into a vein. That will make me worse.
Terrill: So where do I inject it?
Ingway: *motions at his shoulder and upper arm* Here.
Terrill: Okay, so that means you wanna try something?!
Ingway: It was never a lack of want, Terrill.
Terrill: So what'dya whanna try?
Ingway: The... Strawberry fruit tarts...
Terrill: *his eyes brighten and he rushes off to get one, putting creame on the top, and dousing some lemon juice on it*
Ingway: *smiles at him, though it's a little wary, and he lifts it up to his mouth... And takes a very tiny bite*
(there is no taste so far.. Until he hits him, the delicious, delictable soft bread, the buttery flavor mixed with fresh strawberries.. And lemon creme...)
Ingway: *and then he moans and takes a bigger bite, more recklessly*
Terrill: *his eyes widen and he shakes his head* I-I forgot you make those noises!
Ingway: Mmmm... Sorry...
Terrill: At least I know you like it!
Ingway: *nods quickly, but after a few more bites, he grows tenser, as if in anticipation*
(But nothing happens, like last time...)
Ingway: *still, he doesn't moan after that, taking small, careful bites... Waiting...*
(But there is nothing but the taste of a fresh made tart...)
Ingway: *and after a tense few minutes or so, he lets out a soft moan of appreciation, fingers pressing shakily at his lips* That was...
Terrill: *he was watching the entire time, brows furrowed, wondering if he was going to have a fit..* yesss?
Ingway: Absolutely delicious...
Terrill: *grins widely* Yes! AWESOME.
Ingway: *smiles at him before taking a sip of water* I fear asking for another will ruin it...
Terrill: Do you want more?! Any thing?! O_O
Ingway: *blinks quickly* Can I try the blueberry one?
Terrill: *he stumbles off quickly, touching the next one as much as the first, and bringing it to him* H-h-here!!
Ingway: *pauses at his enthusiasm, but he watches his hands before taking the tart and biting into it... And then sighing*
Terrill: *grins widely, with pure happiness* So you can eat it!!
Ingway: Yes... It appears so... You look happy, too.
Terrill: Cause you can enjoy it!!
Ingway: Yes... *blinks, but he goes on to take more bites, still wary of the strawberries from earlier... But even with the mask, the noises he makes are an indication of his pleasure*
Terrill: *and now he stares off, pondering something*
Ingway: *takes his time with this tart too, and sighs softly once finished*
Terrill: What do you wanna eat for lunch today..
Ingway: ... Tofu?
Terrill: Anything you wanna try?!
Ingway: I... am curious about fish, but seafood is one of my worst. Maybe beef...
Terrill: So beef stew today.
Ingway: *smiles* That sounds nice.
Terrill: Good. I'm going to go work on it now.
Ingway: Thank you, Terrill...
Terrill: No, thank you!
Ingway: *tilts his head*
Terrill: Cause you like my food! *grins*
Ingway: I love your food.
Terrill: *blanks out* ...
Ingway: ... Terrill?
Terrill: .....
Ingway: *passes a hand over his face* Terrill?
Terrill: ......
Ingway: *pats his hand against his cheek* Terrill.
(No response. At all.)
Ingway: *that hand drops to his shoulder as he shakes him lightly*
Terrill: *sways as if he's not holding himself back*
Ingway: *hurriedly moves to steady him with both arms... And sets him down into a chair*
(And his head hits the desk with a loud thump.)
Ingway: ...
(... He tries a lot of things to wake him up. Eventually, he has to bring Terrill back to his room. Two more hours pass before Terrill wakes up, in which he looks confused and continues talking as if he didn't just pass out.)
Ingway: *stares* ....
Terrill: What. is their a stink bug on my face?
Ingway: Terrill... Were you that... Excited?
Terrill: About what, making stew?
Ingway: That I l... like your food.
Terrill: Uh, I was kinda?
Ingway: I like your food very much.
Terrill: Good now let me leave and make the stew!
Ingway: ... *nods, looking puzzled, but walks out of the room, pondering...*
Terrill: *and he hurries out, back to the kitchen*
(So Ingway stays in his room well past lunchtime, researching... And Terrill fumes because the stew is eaten by the rest, quickly. So there's bad bad food for the patients that day. Ingway finally comes late at night... But Terrill already cleaned -everything- out of the kitchen.)
Ingway: *blinks wearily* Terrill...?
(He's not even there.)
Ingway: ... *sighs and heads back to his own room*
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Posted: Thu Sep 29, 2011 5:52 pm
"I like you... more than I should..."
Participants: Ingway, Terrill
Status: Complete
(And the next day he's cold to him)
Ingway: *softly* Terrill, I am sorry...
Terrill: *huffs* Sorry, you didn't bother coming for dinner either.
Ingway: I was working... Before that, I was researching your peculiar reaction...
Terrill: What the ******** are you talking about?
Ingway: When I told you I loved your food--
Terrill: *blanks out*
Ingway: ... *sighs and takes Terrill to his room again*
(He's anticipating waiting for awhile. Also, he didn't get much sleep, so by the time Terrill wakes up, Ingway is probably dozing in the bed next to him.)
Terrill: W-what the hell!? HOW DID GET IN HERE?! WHY ARE YOU SLEEPING?!
Ingway: Ungh... *still wearing his mask, he doesn't open his eyes* You froze again... I took you here...
Terrill: I froze, sure, you probably stuck me with a dart E:<
Ingway: I would not do that to you... *sighs softly* You have a trigger word that provokes you to 'shut down'... I was researching that yesterday to see what I could do for you, but cases are mostly fictional and not well-documented...
Terrill: You're not making any sense.
Ingway: Ah... Memory loss... *shakes his head* In any case, I am sorry... I was very concerned about you, but I missed the food you made me...
Terrill: *his brows furrow* Mm...
Ingway: When you can forgive me... Would you mind making it again? Let me watch...
Terrill: Mm, I'm not gonna make it now, though... Not this week, I already made it.
Ingway: *nods* Understandable...
Terrill: *sniffs* Don't you have work tonight or something?
Ingway: Yes... Night shifts.
Terrill: Then go back to sleep.
Ingway: *nods, falling quiet after that, his eyes staying closed beneath the mask*
Terrill: *shifts now, going to the the kitchen to cook lunch*
(This time Ingway does show up for a rather late dinner, and he murmurs, "Are you still angry?")
Terrill: *has been ready to clean up the kitchen* ... Maybe.
Ingway: Do you have anything left for me...?
Terrill: Tofu.
Ingway: *smiles* You did try to make it.
Terrill: Yes. And I added soy beans--- are you allergic to soy?
Ingway: *shakes his head*
Terrill: Good, I made them into a paste >: With lemon juice.
Ingway: Mm... Sounds lovely.
Terrill: IT BETTER.
Ingway: ... It turns out I do not have work today... Would you like to come to my room?
Terrill: Why >:
Ingway: I... want to cheer you up.
Terrill: Why do we have to do that in your room?!
Ingway: I want to show you something...
Terrill: Fine...
Ingway: *his lips quirk slightly, but after that he looks for the tofu Terrill mentioned*
(The tofu is more colorful, looks like a dessert...)
Ingway: Cute.
Terrill: That stuff is gross. I can't make that into anything but sweet.
Ingway: Lucky for me... I like sweet.
Terrill: That is lucky for you >8<
Ingway: ... *takes the food meekly and turns to walk out, more slowly than all the other times he's done so before*
Terrill: *and he sighs, stirring some gooey liquid slowly*
Ingway: *pauses at the door to look back at him*
Terrill: *he's concentrating on the sauce* ...
Ingway: ... *so he nibbles some of the tofu while watching*
Terrill: *seems to talk to himself the entire time, smiling... Frowning... Chucking random objects into the sauce and making a face to each reaction in the sauce...*
Ingway: *watches with more interest, taking mental notes on these reactions*
(Terrill is preoccupied with cooking for hours, working on various dishes and such-- but weirdly... things seem to be moving by themselves at times... But he quickly returns to them, making it look a trick of the light. Still, Ingway's sharp eyes notice these odd moments, and he quietly memorizes the way Terrill moves and how the food takes shape... He only speaks up when he's done, murmuring, "I thought you were going to close when I came in...")
Terrill: *jerks up and stares at the food he made* ... G'DAMMIT. *lets out a loud groan before putting the things into the fridge and locking it* The patients are getting good food tomorrow.
Ingway: *lets out a chuckle, but he stifles it, and moves over to wash his plate -- he finished everything while Terrill was cooking*
Terrill: *still grumbling* I'm not wasting the food on the doctors, or staff, it's bad to feed them leftovers.
Ingway: *seems to frown, but says nothing as he takes off his gloves and washes the plate and spoon, puts them away, and then briefly washes his gloves*
Terrill: *stares at this*
Ingway: *washed the dishes normally, with his hands... the gloves have a couple of odd stains on them, but they're quickly washed out, and Ingway wrings them out before putting them away in a pocket*
Terrill: Do y'wear the gloves all the time?
Ingway: Mostly. Not as often as the mask. *after glancing at him, he nods his head beckoningly and moves to walk out*
Terrill: So... *follows him* Y'never gonna take it off?
Ingway: ... You have seen me without it.
Terrill: Briefly yeah!
Ingway: That should be enough.
Terrill: Fine. *wraps his apron around his face* I can get a supermask too.
Ingway: *looks back at this and laughs* And what is -your- super hero name?
Terrill: *walked in a wall, blinded by the apron before being able to respond*
Ingway: ... *moves over and unties it*
Terrill: *holds it against his face and shakes his head* Banana Man.
Ingway: So... Your powers involve bananas.
Terrill: Yes.
Ingway: Lethal.
Terrill: S'all good and fun. Now lead Banana Man to your room.
Ingway: ... *takes Terrill's hand and holds onto it as he walks ahead*
Terrill: *and he keeps his 'mask' on*
Ingway: Why did Banana Man become a superhero?
Terrill: To fill people with the power of potassium!
Ingway: *laughs quietly* What a noble cause...
Terrill: And poison them.
Ingway: Does that make you a villain then?
Terrill: YES!
Ingway: We must battle.
Terrill: When I fix my mask we can.
Ingway: A temporary truce...
Terrill: But I will succeed-- GRRRR *smacked into a wall again*
Ingway: *frowns and pulls Terrill closer to him* ... And then what will you do?
Terrill: *rubs his face* I fergot...
Ingway: We are almost there... Would you rather I carried you the rest of the way?
Terrill: What, so ya can get stronger?!
Ingway: I am physically weak, Banana Man. You know this.
Terrill: Exactly, if ya keep carrying me, then yer gonna get stronger!
Ingway: And you cannot have that.
Terrill: Zactily.
Ingway: I understand. *so he just keeps holding his hand*
Terrill: *and he holds Ingway's hand back*
Ingway: *stays quiet for the next few minutes until they reach his room, and then he murmurs, "we are here" before letting go*
Terrill: *yanks the apron off and stretches, rushing to the chair he sat in last time*
Ingway: *moves over to the closet, taking off his coat and detaching the microphone from his mask... But he leaves the mask on, even after taking off his boots and going over to his computer*
Terrill: I feel like I'm gonna orgasm in this chair :q
Ingway: ... Why?
Terrill: It's so comfy!
Ingway: Try not to make a mess...
Terrill: *snorts* I won't!
Ingway: *comes back to sit in the chair next to him after clicking around on the laptop; as he sets it on a coffee table in front of them, the opening credits for a movie appear on the screen*
Terrill: *had started to doze off, he blinks and rubs his eyes* You fancy technologist...
Ingway: *nudges him* Stay awake, I want you to see this.
Terrill: *sighs and tries to pay attention to whatever it is Ingway wants him to see*
(The movie is about a nurse who has sex with an irate chef to make him feel better after his restaurant closes down. And it's terrible. It's a hilariously bad attempt at porn, really.)
Terrill: .... What the ********> *chuckling* Y-yes.
Terrill: That was a piece of s**t, where did you find that(!?
Ingway: On a website that specializes in work fetish pairings.
Terrill: *and he cracks up laughing* WHY WERE YOU LOOKING FOR PORN?
Ingway: *and he can't help but laugh too, more audibly* I-I wanted to see if something like this existed!
Terrill: *waves his hand at the screen frantically* IS THAT WHAT YOU WERE LOOKING FOR?!
Ingway: I was-- ppft-- not expecting -that- level of...
Terrill: *slams his head on the table, and pounds the table with his fist, crying from laughter*
Ingway: *and he laughs with him, eventually stuttering in a breathy sort of attempt at the female nurse's voice* Oh, Mr. Chef, do you need me to -help- you?
(That causes him to fall onto the floor, laughing harder.)
Ingway: *gets down on his knees next to him* Quickly, we must take off your pants! That is a crucial part of CPR!
(And now he's rolling around, slapping the floor and choking on laughter.)
Ingway: ... Terrill, please do not choke and actually make me perform CPR.
Terrill: I-I w-w-won't *coughlaugh*
Ingway: *moves a little closer and pats his chest*
Terrill: *tries to catch his breath* I-I'm okay.
Ingway: *stares*
Terrill: I'M FINE!
Ingway: *pulls his hands away* I believe you.
Terrill: *sighs and flips on his back* Why did you want to show me -that-?
Ingway: *smiles now* To make you laugh.
Terrill: *snorts and rolls his eyes* Fine. Ya cheered me up.
Ingway: *smiles more* Mission accomplished.
Terrill: *laughs and sighs softly*
Ingway: *his hands move to press softly at his chest, like a nudge* Will you stay down here?
Terrill: *puffs his chest and then blinks* Should I stand up?
Ingway: *pushes down on it again* Only if you want to sit in the chair again.
Terrill: I don't, it's too comfy :C
Ingway: It is. And if you do orgasm in it, I will collect your sperm samples and use them to impregnate unsuspecting patients.
Terrill: -his jaw drops-
Ingway: *sounds utterly serious* Did you know that where I come from, male pregnancy is not unheard of?
Terrill: ... -his jaw drops more-
Ingway: You must be careful if you ever do decide to sleep with me. I keep the condoms in the top drawer of my nightstand.
Terrill: ... I'll remember that. I really will.
Ingway: ... *an ungloved hand moves up to pinch his nose, gently* I am joking.
Terrill: I DON'T BELIEVE YOU. -shakes his head-
Ingway: Why not?
Terrill: Y.. you're so serious.
Ingway: Hm. I believe that is called 'deadpan' in terms of humor.
Terrill: I just don't.
Ingway: The pregnancies are true. As are the condoms, but they are not for me.
Terrill: You don't know that, I DON'T KNOW THAT.
Ingway: I strongly doubt I will be engaging in any sort of sexual activity during my tenure here. While I doubt Anesha will either, they are there in case she does not prepare. ... as for the pregnancies, I could show you pictures--
Terrill: -shudders and pushes away- No sex with you, uhuh.
Ingway: *and he laughs and reaches behind his head to take off his mask; underneath, his face looks genuinely amused, and certainly teasing, big red eyes bright with mirth* I really am joking, Terrill. I am sorry.
Terrill: I- I don't believe you. -but he stares-
Ingway: *smiles a little wider, the expression certainly different with his whole face looking amused; he points at his mouth* This does not convince you?
Terrill: ... No, it makes me think you're just picking on me.
Ingway: *laughs, shaking his head* I am sorry. I only wanted to joke with you. I am not very good at it.
Terrill: T-try something else 3:<
Ingway: Hmm. *presses his hands to his cheeks* Your face is so warm. Have I embarrassed you?
Terrill: Yes you did, but -pushes his hands away- That's besides the point!
Ingway: *blinks quickly, but he nods, looking away and licking his rather full lower lip as he ponders* Ah, yes. Humor...
Terrill: -stares- ... Yes. You're trying to cheer me up.
Ingway: *nibbles his lip for a moment before looking back at him, his wing-ears perking up* There was another movie I wanted to show you. Do you mind watching it with me?
Terrill: -his eyes narrow- If it's another porno, no.
Ingway: *smiles* It is not. It is innocent, I promise.
Terrill: ... fine >:
Ingway: *grabs Terrill's hands to pull him up*
Terrill: -grunts but gets up- :I
Ingway: Bed or chair?
Terrill: .. BED. YOU'RE NOT STEALING MY SPERM.
Ingway: *blinks, looking shocked, and then he starts laughing* I swear I will not do anything to you, Terrill~
Terrill: -shakes his head- O|-|O
Ingway: I will not! I will not do anything. ... *innocently* Unless you want me to.
Terrill: Now that I'm afraid you're going to impregnate people, or me, no.
Ingway: ... oh, but you did before?
Terrill: Yes, before.
Ingway: *blushes softly before turning to get the laptop* I see...
Terrill: -sniffs- But I'd never want to have sex when I'm on the pills.
Ingway: You do not feel comfortable this way?
Terrill: Nuhuh.
Ingway: *as he moves back to the bed, pulling his long legs close to his chest and resting the laptop on them to type, he murmurs* Tomorrow, do not take them.
Terrill: -he blinks and settles on the side of the bed- Why? I thought you were afraid of me clawing your face off.
Ingway: *glances up at him, his brows furrowed* ... My face is a small price to pay for your comfort. Besides... it may not come to that. You are not always violent, and do you need to see me without my mask?
Terrill: -he blinks- N... I guess not.
Ingway: *stares at him, his expression rather curious, but he goes back to typing... and then soon moves closer, sitting next to Terrill and placing the laptop in front of them both as a different set of credits begin to play*
Terrill: -his brows are furrowed as he thinks...-
(The movie is, as Ingway promised, innocent -- it is a quirky comedy about a gay couple, both with the sort of odd humor Ingway has displayed so far, only with better delivery... And Terrill does laugh at these jokes. And lets his guard down, leaning near Ingway as he watches.
Ingway notices, but doesn't comment, instead laughing at his favorite scenes and murmuring a couple of comments about what he liked -- and occasionally a few jokes of his own... Which calms Terrill down more, and allows his guard to fall more, making comments of his own and jokes as well while he laughs at Ingway's. Ingway seems to be relaxed himself, more emotion and amusement slipping into his voice instead of its usual unerring calm... and he's smiling and laughing quite a lot too, even at Terrill's jokes. He doesn't move to touch him directly, but like Terrill, he lets his guard down enough to comfortably lean closer...
Eventually Terrill's allowing himself to push against Ingway when he's choking from laughter and snorting, closer.. perhaps without realizing it. And Ingway leans against him in laughter as well, but even when he calms down, he doesn't pull away; as the credits roll, his head is on Terrill's shoulder, seemingly comfortably...)
Terrill: -he lets out a soft snort everytime he calms down from the laughter, and wipes the tear from his eyes, sighing softly- T-that was funny. Thank you.
Ingway: Did I succeed in cheering you up again?
Terrill: Yes. You did :I
Ingway: Mm, then why that face?
Terrill: ... oh no reason. -he lets the air out of his mouth-
Ingway: *tilts his head, peering up at him from his shoulder*
Terrill: -he looks as if he's trying to keep his eyes open-
Ingway: *puts his head back down* Tired?
Terrill: Mmhm...
Ingway: Shall I take you back to your room?
Terrill: -yawns- Sure...
Ingway: *gets off of him and then moves to haul Terrill into his arms, grunting a little from the effort*
Terrill: -snickers tiredly- Hehe.
Ingway: I am... *huff* Glad you enjoyed the movie...
Terrill: I did.. -snicker- you need to work your arms out.
Ingway: I could use you. Lift you up and down for awhile.
Terrill: If you don't mind me fartin on yer hands, cause I do that lots when I'm tired.
Ingway: So relaxed your sphincter relaxes too, I see.
Terrill: ... y'mean my a**, yeah?
Ingway: Yes. Specifically the muscle that constricts and relaxes.
Terrill: Y'still confusin me.
Ingway: Do not worry about it.
Terrill: Kay.
Ingway: *quiet the rest of the way, focusing on trying to hold Terrill up*
Terrill: -and he just seems to get heavier, the more he passes out.-
Ingway: ... *groans softly* Terrill...
Terrill: Mmmm?
Ingway: You are heavy...
Terrill: Then just leave me here.
Ingway: In the middle of a hallway? No.. *tries to lift him higher and hold him closer*
Terrill: -the warmth makes him snuggle towards it-
Ingway: *flushes faintly and murmurs* I cannot hold you all night, Terrill...
Terrill: Then jus put me down, dammit.
Ingway: No, at least let me take you to your room...
Terrill: Y'can't even get me theree..
Ingway: I have before...
Terrill: Then whas wrong now...
Ingway: You feel heavier... *but he does keep trudging along*
Terrill: Mmmm, you jerk. Calling me fat.
Ingway: I am sorry. *lets out a laugh* I did not mean it.
Terrill: Mmmmmm jerk.
Ingway: *lifts Terrill up a little closer, his voice softening* Sorry.
Terrill: -doesn't notice this too much, as his mouth is open and he's slightly drooling at this point.-
(So Ingway takes the near zombie back to his room quietly and with much silent struggling. He tries to carefully put Terrill in bed, and sighs once the weight is off his arms. And once Terrill's on the bed, he kicks everything off the bed with a grumble.)
Ingway: Goodnight, Terrill...
Terrill: Mmmnight Ingo.
Ingway: *stares* ... Ingo?
Terrill: Mmm Ingo.
Ingway: ... Goodnight, Terry.
Terrill: ... Tingo.
Ingway: Rillo.
Terrill: Rino.
Ingway: Terro.
Terrill: Rotom.
Ingway: *stares* ... That is the name of a Pokemon. One of my college professors was a Rotom.
Terrill: ... Tomron?
Ingway: Rodder.
Terrill: Nimrod.
Ingway: Fiddledegibbet.
Terrill: -giggle-
Ingway: *smiles and starts to move away* You should sleep...
Terrill: Yess...
Ingway: Goodnight.
Terrill: Mmm...
Ingway: *leans down to give him a quick hug*
Terrill: -and he clings like a koala.-
Ingway: ... Terrill...
Terrill: -snore-
Ingway: ... *tries to pull back*
Terrill: -but since he's much stronger, he just pulls him down-
Ingway: *lets out a soft noise, and he doesn't seem to resist for much longer before settling down against him* ... Goodnight...
Terrill: Mmm.
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Posted: Tue Oct 18, 2011 10:08 am
"Your food is-- indescribable."
Participants: Ingway, Terrill
Status: Incomplete
Terrill: -stretches.. and scratches his butt- Hmm... ARGH!
Ingway: *sleeping partially on top of him, partially at his side, his mask off but his eyes closed*
Terrill: And this is why you shouldn't take me to my room.
Ingway: Mmm... *an ear twitches* Why not...?
Terrill: -jumps, shocked that he's awake- Cause you, look, in my room, you're here!
Ingway: *seems half-awake, really, as he just nods* Five more minutes...
Terrill: ... Fine, but I'm goin, I have work.
Ingway: *nods slowly, his voice rather slurred* Kiss before you go?
Terrill: ... No, Ingway, no kiss. My teeth taste like grubs.
Ingway: You can... kiss my head...
Terrill: Why do you wanna kiss anyway?
Ingway: Your lips look nice... and soft...
Terrill: None for you <: You can has more when we talks. When we talks and I have no buzz in my head.
Ingway: Mmmm. No medicine today. Nurse's orders.
Terrill: ... I'm going to go cook. I need to make food now.
Ingway: *yawns and nods* Bye, Terrill...
(Terrill immediately hurries out to start cooking. Ingway... is kind of knocked out for awhile, but he eventually tiredly walks into the kitchen, mask still off, surprisingly.)
Terrill: -smiles happily as he cooks with great passion, flipping and moving ever so quickly...-
Ingway: *blinks slowly, but he starts to brighten as he watches him, focused more on that than getting something to eat at the moment...*
(His movements are faster than ever, and looks as if the instruments are moving on their own... Again Ingway pays special attention to this, wondering at it, perhaps sensing twinges of psychic energy with the motions, but he does not focus solely on that, too enthralled by the rest of Terrill to do so.
He does this for an hour... before suddenly stopping... and throwing something against the wall in anger...)
Ingway: *jerks upwards, alarmed* Terrill...?
Terrill: ********, I made too much food, now I have to give more food to the ******** patients.
Ingway: ... you are that adverse to giving them good food?
Terrill: Yes. That means I can't make any experiments on the food!
Ingway: *blinks* Why not? You still can.
Terrill: ... -his eyes widen- I cann...
Ingway: ... Yes~
Terrill: ... I CAN.
Ingway: *and he pulls back to watch him again, looking like he's trying not to seem too amused*
(All the recently cooked food goes into the cafeteria, while the rest of it stays on the table and begins being worked on. Two utterly ridiculous things mesh together-- yet surprising looks like it should be tasty... And this odd experiment is the first thing Ingway samples. It tastes horrible. And then tastes delicious-- and then probably starts to put him into anaphylactic shock. Which Terrill automatically sticks the epipen in his shoulder.)
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