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 Posted: Tue Feb 05, 2013 5:41 pm
Otto wouldn't wake up to find Clerise there, not at first. She'd had an Eva to tell, a shower to cry in, and a lot of other melodrama that needed to be taken care of quietly off screen.
But she showed up, with a carton of ice cream, a spoon, and in fresh clothes.
{[ He's okay, ]}, Balthazar murmured, his voice light, relieved despite himself. {[ You did well. ]}
She smiled, a little, taking in the extent of his injuries, the bandages, the...everything.
"You were in bad shape when I found you." Clerise said, taking a seat in the chair next to his bed.
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Posted: Tue Feb 05, 2013 6:03 pm
It felt like years since he'd opened his eyes. All he could remember for a while was darkness. Silent, slow and muddy darkness. If he'd had visitors, he'd never have known. Icy blue eyes, bloodshot and foggy opened to a white room. It took him a few moments to remember who he even was. He was groggy, slow of mind, and even slower in reflex.
Slowly his memories dribbled back into the forefront of his mind. The battle with Amrita, which almost seemed like a vivd and horrifying nightmare. Too intense and cruel to be real. But as the pain and numbness, stiffness of muscles and lungs became evident.. he knew it to be true.
That strange creature had almost killed him, using his own body.
Being possessed was the scariest most terrifying experience he'd ever had. Worse off was he had to watch himself get cut up, maimed and stabbed as the creature forced his vision on his reflection. Hearing his own voice in someone else's accent.. the terrible things it said to him.
His head ached. His chest felt tight. He felt as if he might rip apart if he tried to breathe. Looking down at himself finally, he noticed his leg slightly elevated. His ankle wrapped in a ******** sighed and let his neck rest, laying his heavy head down on a pillow once more. He wasn't sure how much time passed after he closed his eyes again, but the voice of someone beside him made him flicker them open again.
Clerise.
He was silent for a moment, barely able to keep his eyes open, as if they too were weary from battle. "N'mot a mess now..?" He asked sarcastically in a soft and raspy voice. Talking hurt too. His whole body was in a state of stiffness and lack of response. Likely the cause of an undead possessing his very alive body who didn't know how to breathe.
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Posted: Tue Feb 05, 2013 6:09 pm
Clerise smirked lopsidedly, giving Otto an obvious up and down.
"Well. Less of a mess." She pointed to his chest area with a finger. "There was a big shard of glass sticking out of you, for one." Then at his foot. "That was facing the wrong way." His face. "Your face was about the same, though. Not like it could get worse." She kept the poker face for only a brief moment before it broke into a weak smile.
"I was really worried," Clerise confided, her voice cracking for just a moment. She scooted the chair closer and gingerly hugged Otto around the neck, careful to avoid his face wounds. "You weren't moving."
A near panic attack was more than 'really worried', but she figured he didn't need to know about how much of a ******** she was for a Life hunter. It was bad enough that she hadn't scraped it together and gone full hunter yet; even Rep had bested her, and he'd killed people and s**t. Christ.
She set the pint of ice cream on his lap-- chocolate. "I bribed Dwight for that," Clerise said, handing him the spoon. "Better enjoy it. You don't want to know the price. That's basically the dairy equivalent to a blood diamond."
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Posted: Tue Feb 05, 2013 6:37 pm
He remembered the shard. Too well. That damn creature taunted him with it. His foot.. ugh. His other hands and foot had done the same, but somehow they'd been righted. An illusion? Well.. his broken ankle was no illusion.
His face....? He'd almost forgotten the creature had clawed him like crazy.
Otto gingerly brought a hand up to touch his face, cringing at the pain it brought. It burned to touch. But he'd felt them.. cuts and lacerations, likely a lot of bruises. He gingerly licked his bottom lip, cringing again as they too had cuts. Those was going to be a b***h to keep moisturized now. Cut lips made eating impossible.
Good thing he couldn't see himself right now.
The crack in Clerise's voice had Otto lifting his gaze enough to catch sight of her again. He remained still, not wanting to move much as she leaned in for a very light hug. The thought was there. While painful, it meant a lot to have that contact. It hurt to know Clerise had worried, that she had to see him like that. He couldn't even imagine.
"Sorry." He murmured in a small voice.
Looking down at the sudden cold pint on his lap, it took Otto a moment to register what it was.
Oh my God...
<>
"ohmygod.." Otto murmured in a mumble. "Chocolate ice-cream." His glazed over blue eyes seemed to spring to life if only a little.
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Posted: Tue Feb 05, 2013 11:39 pm
Clerise put her arms up on the bed, resting her chin against her folded hands. "Sometimes things get the better of you," she said, each word said careful. She didn't think any less of him as a hunter: it literally had not even crossed her mind until his apology. "There's always someone bigger, badder, meaner."
"And sometimes, we need help. We need new equipment or rations or back up." The redhead paused. "Or sometimes, we need saving. I'm just glad I got there in time--"
It appeared that he'd read the label. Clerise stifled a giggle (poorly), and gestured at him. "Go wild, it's all yours. Just don't you ******** dare tell Sunny. Last thing I need is another wanted dead or alive poster from her."
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Posted: Wed Feb 06, 2013 1:33 pm
Otto was also thankful she'd come in time. Had no one discovered him.. he'd be a rotting corpse by now.
That... almost made him lose his appetite.
The teen gingery tried to open the container, eventually shifting it to Clerise to open for him. Too much strain on his barely working muscles. "Thanks for what ya did." He murmured, "I owe ya."
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Posted: Wed Feb 13, 2013 6:11 pm
"You don't need to thank me, stupid," Clerise grumbled, prying the ice cream top's off with a twist of the wrist. "You would have done the same for me without thinking about it." No need to mention the nervous breakdown. Nyope, no siree. Do not pass go, do not collect $200, and just. Yep. She did, however, take a bite out of the ice cream, straight from the carton, before handing it back to Otto. "You can pay me back by telling me what the ******** happened. So I can kill it. With fire, preferably." Clerise smiled at the distant image of the mystery-creature bursting into flames. "Yes. Fire."
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Posted: Wed Feb 13, 2013 6:50 pm
"In a heartbeat." Otto affirmed, despite his soft, barely working voice. Otto made a weak attempt at grabby hands as Clerise handed the tub back, getting a small spoon full ice cream with a weary smile. "Don't burn yerself in the process."Otto closed his eyes and sighed softly as he took a bite, the sweet cold taste of chocolate soothing his weary body and soul. He collected himself after that short moment of bliss, scraping at the confection with the spoon. "Long story short.. my body got possessed after a long and brutal fight. I dunno what the ******** it was. Never seen nuthin' like it. But it cut me down, possessed me and used me like its damn puppet." He cringed, and dug deeper into the ice cream, taking a big mouthful of it to wash the bitter taste in his mouth. "It talked to me with my voice... It tried to kill me with my own hands.."
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Posted: Sat Mar 23, 2013 4:06 pm
"Then we, sir. Are even- hey!" The insult almost prompted Clerise to smack him, but she just smacked the bed instead. "I've never burnt down a thing in my life, unless you count that time I set a pan on fire because of SpaghettiO's. And that was because of reasons." She wagged a finger at him before settling down, listening in with rapt attention, fingers curling into the sheets. "That is ******** terrible," Clerise muttered, and she leaned in to wrap Otto up in another (gentle!) hug, running fingers through his hair. "We're going to find that thing," the Life huntress said, voice cheerful in a way that was completely and entirely fake, "and then we're going to rend it into dog chow." Bittiface cry the rp mojo slowly returns
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Posted: Sat Mar 23, 2013 8:15 pm
It's okay, Clerise. Otto knows about those reasons too. Anything involving a frying pan usually ended up black by the time Otto was done with it. The gentle hug was leaned into, mostly because holding himself up was too much effort. At the very least he didn't continue digging into the ice cream during the hug. Clerise did not need chocolate on her bosom. Otto was a taken man, and he was not licking it off. "Jus' don't go rushin' in on it." He murmured quietly, "I don't want none of ya gettin' hurt by it unless y'didn't have no other options. I'd rather gather a lil more intel on what the ******** we're dealin' with first."
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Posted: Mon Mar 25, 2013 11:59 am
"That's your Death side, piping up, being all logical instead of letting me have my revenge." She tucked Otto's head under her chin, and kept her eyes open to keep the memories of her panic attack at bay. She still felt the need to press two fingers to his neck, to count the time in between the beats to ensure he was alive. He was here, now, in this sterile environment full of medical professionals that were (dubiously) trained to deal with such things. He wasn't going to bleed out. He wasn't going to crumble beneath her fingers ( like sand-) and there was no point in fixating on the past. But the past had barely been 24 hours ago, so maybe getting over it could be saved until the wound was less raw. Clerise simply held up a hand, pinky finger extended. "I promise I won't rush."
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Posted: Mon Mar 25, 2013 3:58 pm
"What can I say? I'm a fun-sucker." Otto muttered quietly, poker faced as usual. Otto wasn't a stranger to impulse; to wanting to act straight away, rushing in head first. It was s**t like that, that got him expelled from school after only having attended for 3 months. His only chance at having a social life ruined by his temper. Deus had in some way given him reason to think with a level head, even when he was livid. And oh, despite his weary body and soul, he was truly livid to be rendered as such. Otto nodded softly, lifting a bandaged hand to lock his pinky with hers. "Good. Y'promised, alright?"
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Posted: Mon Mar 25, 2013 4:21 pm
Hook, line, sinker. Clerise nodded once, lips quirking upwards.
"You can hold me to it. And since you're, like, passing out on me..." She pulled away, sparing him the cruelty of ruffled hair. ...For once. He got a free pass, this time. "I'm going to let you get some rest. Get unbroken fast, you hear?"
She tapped the wall of his room on her way out, closing the door behind her.
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