Auburn entered the infirmary with the chipmunk girl over her shoulder and found her a place to sit, having scooped up a garbage can along the way and handing it to her. But, what to do next was a total loss to her. She'd never been familiar with what a medically trained person could look like and she'd never been here before. She looked around to see if she could find someone who might even have a vague clue as to what to do "I don't suppose you know who the nurse is? I've never met them...or any nurse or doctor for that matter."She did see some blank papers nearby along with some hardback book and a pen and brought them over to Astra. She apparently couldn't speak, but, maybe she could communicate through writing.
Weapon(s): Judgement is a massive sword that is 77" long, 14" wide and weighs 54 lbs, but, has no unique properties other than that. Auburn is able to wield this beast of a blade, even one-handed, because of her Semblance.
However, her boots and gauntlets are equipped with mini cannon-like guns that fire off dust rounds. (See Mission for image of gauntlets and boots)
Items: ❖ Scroll ❖ Gear ❖ Usually an apple or two.
Youroka Kage
Posted: Tue Apr 23, 2019 12:01 pm
✱ THE DOCTOR IS IN ✱ ✱ Location: Infirmary✱ Condition: Good ✱ ✱ Company: Natalie is around here some where.✱
It would be a little while before someone showed up in Aaron's room, unless he noticed the call button and used it. Either way eventually someone would show up. The someone being the school doctor in charge of the infirmary, Vincent Fields. His arrival was announced by the sound of the door opening. Vincent took one step into the room and then paused as his eyes took in the boy sitting on the edge of the bed. Vincent was on the tall side with dark hair and eyes. He looked a bit like the unapproachable serious type as he stood there in his lab coat with a clipboard tucked under his arm. ”Good, another one has woken up.” He said softly. He pulled the clipboard from under his arm and checked the papers on it as he started to approach the foot of the bed. His eyes moved up from the paper to look over the top of the clipboard to focus on Aaron. ”Aaron, I take it you've realized you're in Beacon's infirmary by now. After that semblance debacle we had a bunch of students end up in a coma like state... It's been a few weeks so I image your body is feeling pretty sluggish. Besides that how are you feeling?” After his brief and to the point explanation of where he was and how he got there Vincent moved on to asking Aaron about how he was feeling. The battery of medical questions he was asked was pretty typical and when it was over Vincent fell silent. He pulled a pen from his coat pocket and started to write on the chart he had on that clipboard. ”Would you like for me to summon your teammates? You should be free to go before too long, just need to make sure you're steady on your feet, but I'm betting they'd love to know you are awake sooner rather than later.”
A little bit of time passed as no one seemed to respond for a bit. Aaron's seeming a bit impatient looked to the wires in his arm. Distinctly he wanted to reach up and pull the wires out before going to try to search for someone. Though just as his hand was coming up a voice broke the repetitive beeping of the machine. The boy jumped before turning to see a man clad in a white. Maybe he was too consumed in his own head, but Aaron didn't even hear the guy walk into the room. He didn't get so much as a word in before the doctor began to speak about what had transpired. Apparently he had fallen into a coma...after a semblance debacle? "A coma?...Wait a semblance what?" He tried to inquire a bit further before he tried to think back. All he could remember...what could he remember? Honestly his memory was a bit hazy if anything...but the young man was persistent. He recalled being...cold...like his entire body being utterly freezing. The boy didn't even try to answer on how he was feeling. Distraught would be a good word to describe it, as it was clearly written all over his face. Aaron seem fixated in his head, not exactly reacting to Vincent. It too a couple seconds before he would look up to the doctor. "If you want...yeah I would love to see any teammate of mine, or maybe my family if anything...My apologizes...but have I really been out for a couple weeks?" He asked trying to actually get to his feet. Unfortunately he wasn't up for very long before the inactivity of his muscles took their toll on him. It was like the weight of the world bore down on him for a second. "Oh..nope nope nope...not ready for that." Aaron spoke before setting himself back down on the bed.
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Cursed1217
Posted: Fri Apr 26, 2019 3:44 pm
✱ THE DOCTOR IS IN ✱ ✱ Location: Infirmary✱ Condition: Good ✱ ✱ Company: Aaron, Natalie is around here some where.✱
Vincent watched Aaron as he tried to process the information. It didn't look like it was clicking for the kid. "A coma and yes a semblance debacle for lake of other description. Some kind of science experiment gone wrong messed with a bunch of peoples aura in the kingdom. Caused people to pass fragments of their semblances to others. It was a right mess." He said with a hint of annoyance. Whether he meant that because of the extensive property damage or the human toll in injuries and then the coma patients is hard to tell. Might be both. He focused his brown eyes back on Aaron. "You probably shouldn't worry to much about not recalling the exact details from back then. If your memories are a little fuzzy right now it should sort itself after a bit of time has passed." Vincent added that afterwards since it seemed that Aaron's memories were indeed scrambled to some extent if he couldn't immediately pull up that incident after Vincent mentioned the semblance incident. It was also possible just having the event described in some detail would restore some order to the boy's memories.
Since Aaron took him up on his offer to call for his friends the doctor put the clipboard back under his arm. Then he fished a scroll out of his pocket and opened it up. A second later he had pulled up the staff windows that allowed him to look up the contact info of any student. Aaron had been in this team so his teammates were Lunia, Charlotte, and Zylah. Zylah had also been stricken with a comatose state by this incident and if he recalled correctly had woken up a few days ago. Charlotte spent a lot of time in Zylah's room. He attachment was much like that Calista girl down the hall. Natalie had told him that she had repeatedly had to work with the girls team leader to force her to leave to get some sleep. He sighed softly thinking about it. Either way he tagged all the members onto the receiver list and then shot out a message to them all that simply read. To those of Team YAAZ. Your teammate, Aaron Taylor, has woken up and is cleared for you to visit him. ~Dr. Fields Vincent looked up as he hit the send button since he heard Aaron making a fuss. It seemed the youth had tried to stand up. "You'll have to be patient Aaron. I did tell you we will have to get you sorted and steady on your feet before you can go after. It will take a bit before you can just get up and move around without a bit of help."
Astra was carried all the way here. She had to empty out the bucket several times along the way. On Auburn's back, Astra had to put her weapons on back, as they exited her mouth. There was no saving the plate as it fell out of the bin, and shattered on the ground. The Vase shared the same fate as the plate. In the end, Astra was holding her doll house and her weapons. The glow sticks were lost to the wind.
Astra finally stopped heaving as they got into the infirmary. She rubbed the back of her head. Everything smelled like rotting meat. "I don't know, it's my first time here." Her throat was raw from throwing up a 10 square foot room filled with rotting meat. "Really now, I need to get my room clean...not a doctor...the smell is only going to get worse." She stayed sitting there next to the much taller girl. There wasn't much else she could do. She was surprised when she hadn't seen any socks come out. They must be stuck inside! They could probably be saved!
Auburn had heard a few things shatter along the way, but had been totally lost on why the girl had..well...eaten them in the first place. Besides, there was nothing she could do about them so, there was no point in stopping for them. She was even more confused at the presence of a doll house when she set Astra down."I don't even know what to look for. The most medical treatment I got was someone jabbing me with hot metal to sear wounds shut. I doubt that is exactly normal everyday treatment here. And most of the time, the one doing it was drunk so...I don't even have an idea of what to look for. Like, they dress or act a certain way? I'm going to assume you mean wherever it is the stuff you shove into your mouth goes. Why was it filled with rotten meat? And how do you expect to convince someone to clean it for you?"
Weapon(s): Judgement is a massive sword that is 77" long, 14" wide and weighs 54 lbs, but, has no unique properties other than that. Auburn is able to wield this beast of a blade, even one-handed, because of her Semblance.
However, her boots and gauntlets are equipped with mini cannon-like guns that fire off dust rounds. (See Mission for image of gauntlets and boots)
Astra would tilt her head. She didn't understand why Auburn was saying those things. Doctors helped people! If they hurt her, then they weren't doctors. She didn't even know how to respond to that part. So she would ignore it! That was what you did right?
Then she would be asked why there was rotting meat in her mouth. Astra would shrug at that part. "Well, two days ago, I was super sensitive to everything, but I didn't have access to my room during that time! I had my buddy Rowan's semblance! So I can assume that whomever had my room thought it was a good place to put meat?! My room isn't refrigerated though, it's a bad space for food, I know, I hid a cake in there before and it was...bad..and a waste of Cake!"
Astra eyes would widen. She had an Idea! She would open her scroll and flip down to Rowan's number. She would then put her scroll up to her ear. "Rowan! I need a clean up job in the room! If you do it, we will get you some cake!" She would then pause for a moment. "Oh, and if you don't, I'll eat it on your bed!" She would then hang up the scroll and look to Auburn. "Since we don't know where the doctors are, do you want to go get some cake?" Astra look so excited at the idea, the chipmunk was almost on the edge of her seat, ready to run to the city to get some.
Auburn could tell that her experience with medical treatment was indeed very abnormal. Astra seemed confused by the summary. But, her experiences were strange. What else was new? When Astra brought up when the semblances seemed to swap around, she nodded."Yeah, I tore up my hands when I got someone else's. I usually train to condition by punching trees. Whatever semblance I had made the outer layers as brittle as glass on contact. I'm glad I got mine back. Nothing complicated, just greater strength."
She didn't mind others knowing her semblance. She'd seen a few and hers was nothing flashy so, she probably didn't give any visual cue of whenever she activated it. But, she knew others already expected her to be a heavy hitter who could take a beating so, nothing new learned from telling her semblance. She watched as Astra called someone to clean the space out and...somehow involving cake in the even this Rowan agreed or disagreed. But, when Astra asked Auburn if she'd join them, it caught her off guard."I ...never really had cake before. But...I guess I don't really have anything planned for today."
Weapon(s): Judgement is a massive sword that is 77" long, 14" wide and weighs 54 lbs, but, has no unique properties other than that. Auburn is able to wield this beast of a blade, even one-handed, because of her Semblance.
However, her boots and gauntlets are equipped with mini cannon-like guns that fire off dust rounds. (See Mission for image of gauntlets and boots)
Astra would jump up and down. They were going to get cake! She would start running towards the door. "Well, if you haven't had a lot of it, we'll get some and you can try it!" She then headed out the door. She was glad that she didn't have to threaten Rowan, but she did anyway. She would get him the fanciest piece of cake! However, it was time to go and get the cake. "Let's go then~!"
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VJammer
Posted: Wed May 15, 2019 4:11 pm
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Clearly he'd struck nerve with Eve, that soft tch followed by the flaring of her nostrils and the flashing of sharpened teeth was the only indication he really needed. The threat that followed only added to the potency of this pinkette's anger. A threat that he trusted her to keep. While the woman usually tried to refrain from biting him except for when it became absolutely necessary, he had learned long ago that she wasn't against using those teeth, made all the more dangerous now, to get a point across or vent her frustration. Many times he'd recieved a n** while trying to talk her down from the edge of a calamitic sized temper tantrum. Maybe it would have done him some good in this case. Maybe the pain would have knocked the sense back into him, shocked him back into reality. Or, perhaps it would have made it worse. Perhaps it would have only further strengthened those beliefs that this was all a trick, a new torture device of the tribe. Luckily it hadn't come to that, but he also hadn't given Eve the reunion she'd been dreaming of for over a year now. He could see how it hurt her, hidden behind the layers of anger bubbling in such vividly turquoise hues. The guilt would set in and he'd come to regret it. He'd try to make up for it later in his own way, odd little gestures that were surprisingly sweet. Gestures most people might not think twice about, but ones that anybody that truly knew Asger would understand the weight they held. Just like the arm that tightened around Eve's waist, or the hand that pulled Danaë closer. Of course the falcon would do his best to make up for such a confusing and lack luster reunion, but he couldn't really be blamed for the way it went. Not after he'd been through all that he had. Not when he woke with months of memories missing from his brain while memories of of a year ago left fresh scars and bruises on the forefront of his tortured soul. To think the boy who rarely forgot even the slightest details suddenly had a black spot obscuring his past that ran the span of several months. To think he had not only forgotten his escape from the tribe, but everything that followed, including the months he'd spent at Beacon... It was honestly baffling. All that was left was that traumatic day that he lost everything. Something he'd pinned on his own stupidity and lack of capability. For him, the near year of being held captive by the tribe that followed was a just punishment... perhaps not just enough. Perhaps he deserved worse. Once someone realized those were the last things he could remember, it was easier to understand why he'd woken up in such a panic, why he'd initially assumed they were all dead, only to reason that perhaps it was a cruel trick instead... because truly, death would have been an easier fate than the pain that awaited him. As painful as it might have been for Evie to think her presence could be used as a form of torment, it was only a sign of how much he cared. For so long he thought she had died. That she had died due to his own pitiful excuse for tactical strategies and unsatisfactory combat powress. Beyond that, he had almost been trained to expect pain around every corner. He'd been trained to never let his guard down because that would only make whatever autracity that came next impossibly worse. Every ounce of hope he had left has been squashed out of him. He had learned that hope was dangerous and so he simply stopped. Stopped hoping, stopped wondering, stopped dreaming. He became accustomed to a routine, one that involved the anticipation of torture and an inevitable death. Still, he didn't like seeing the pain lurking in her expression and even less that he had been the one to cause it. Especially now of all times. After all, they had just been reunited after such a violent departure and months upon months of separation. Even now he might not have seemed as excited as Evie might have hoped, but right now he was still trying to catch up and work through those dark and fuzzy spots clouding his mind. "I'm sorry." The apology didn't come with an explanation, but there were too many emotions swarming through him to even begin putting them into sentences. There were not nearly enough words nor strong enough definitions to truly define all the countless things he wanted to apologize for. Rather the words came with pleading sapphire orbs that locked first with cyan and than then soft umber. The falcon was trying, doing his very best with the hand he'd been dealt. He'd ran out of aces several rounds prior and now was left improvising with what he had left. Any failures could not be blamed on a lack of effort but a twist of fate.
A deep concern and worry would tarnish such a genuinely apologetic expression at his sister's exclamation of pain. Vivid blues would look her up and down, searching for the cause of it. His gaze would land on the cast before she explained it, followed immediately by the creasing of his forehead as the corners of his lips pulled into a frown. Not only was he concerned for her wellbeing and wondering just what had caused such a terrible accident, but anyone who knew him could guess that he was punishing himself internally. "I'm sorry, I didn't realize."Focus, Asger. Be more careful. You can't afford to continue making such idiotic mistakes. Those were the words that resonated through his mind, all the while his lips parted to let past another apology. Those were the only words he spoke aloud, but it would be impossible to mistake that tone of his voice, making a private and internal scolding much more public. While it was common for Asger to lecture and correct others, a habit that often got on the nerves of peers and classmates as well as getting him in trouble from time to time, Asger was just as hard on himself as he was the world around him, if not more so. While some might be quick to call him a know-it-all in a wave of frustration after one of these encounters, his intelligence couldn't be denied, but even more so the fact that he never sought to offend or hurt another, only to help and aid them in their growth. After all, corrections could only be made after one was told they were wrong and it was only then that a person could learn and grow. While some might think the redhead was pretentious, he didn't hold himself above any of these standards. Instead he was usually the one scolding himself, just as he was now. The truth was, he was much harder and harsher towards himself than he was anyone else. Shaking the expression away after a moment, he would release Danaë's hand and brace her gently by the arm instead, allowing her to adjust herself into a more comfortable position, whether she chose to stay on the bed with him and Eve or return to her own seat, he'd be there to support her just in case she lost her balance. "What did you do this time?" He'd question, a dark brow raising over azure orbs. Once again while his words were kept simple, a whole new meaning was revealed in his tone. Not quite a lecture, but a reminder to be more careful, mixed with just the softest and most subtle hint of playfulness. Asger was well aware of his sister's tendency to find herself in a wide variety of trouble, often resulting in injury. Usually by acting brashly rather than thinking through all of the consequences. It was perhaps one of their biggest differences. While Danaë could get caught up in a moment, in a battle, and act before thinking with no regard to what might happen to her, Asger needed a plan to act. A plan that was devised and strategized to perfection. One that he had already thought out every possible scenario and came up with alternatives just in case. One that not only kept his own wellbeing in mind, but that of those around him. While both traits could be considered strengths, they were also the downfall of these avian faunus. It was never wise to act too quickly nor to hesitate too long. Lessons they'd both been faced with time and time again but had not yet sunk in. Maybe they could learn from each other, meet somewhere in the middle.
It was Eve that responded to his question first, and of course she would answer such a serious question in such a childish and immature manner. Asger's response could have surely been guessed, one that had been long awaited while his brain tried to play catch up. It started with the warmth that crept up his neck and into his face, filling his cheeks with a crimson color, rivaling the vibrancy of his messy locks of hair. It would be followed by a soft breath of air passing through his lips as he reached up with his hand to run a finger awkwardly through his hair. A nervous tick of his, one he partook of far too frequently most days and likely the reason those scarlet locks always stood haphazardly upon his head. Finally he would meet her gaze, his expression pulling into one most serious, despite the blush still coloring his face. "That's not what I meant, Evie. I don't need a lesson on the ways of reproduction." The words were just barely an audible whisper, mumbled almost incomprehensibly under his breath. Shaking his head slightly, he'd remain quiet as Eve went on about the wolf-chow she refused to be, followed by the blatant objection to his logic. Despite himself, he couldn't help the amused smile that tugged on his lips at her enthusiasm. Small as it was, it was a smile all the same, but it would just as quickly falter and turn into a frown as he shook his head slowly. "Just because you can, doesn't mean that you should." How many times had he told the beast of a girl just that? Countless. How many times would he repeat those exact words in the future? Countless. He might have continued the lecture, but there really wasn't much point in it. While Asger had managed to tame Eve possibly more than any other being on the planet, not even he could reign her in completely. Eve was the master of her own fate and would do what she wanted when she pleased for no more reason than it seemed like fun. No more proof was needed than the fact that she had defied death itself only to wind up here, laying atop him on his hospital bed. Sure, he was able to talk sense into her from time by time using nothing mire than logic, in the end the decision was always hers. That was likely the only reason she ever listened to begin with. He left the decision up to her and simply provided factual reasons of why one option outweighed the other. Her hand could never be forced, but possibly swayed by a certain little birdie. Sighing softly it would be him that relented this time, lying his head back against the pillow as he continued to listen to the tale of times, told with the enthusiasm of a child who'd just awoken from the wildest of dreams. In some ways it sound just like that, a dream, but he knew Evie well enough to know it was just her reality. Never anything short if a bloody adventure. Eyes that had started to slip shut as he listed would pop open as one simple word was uttered. His body, once relaxed would tense as he pushed himself nearly fully off the mattress. Sitting up, gleaming sapphires would stare at her with an intensity unrivaled. It wasn't anger that shined with in them, but rather an emotion quite indistinguishable. Perhaps a bit of concern mixed with a burning to know whatever secret it was she'd almost let slip. Buried even deeper a fear so immense it caused his blood to run cold as his heart clenched tightly in his chest. He could almost feel the strong fingers of that frost giant tightening around d his torso as a gruesome image formed in his head. Evie hadn't revealed much, but Asger never missed even the slightest details. "Don't you dare think for even a minute that you get to leave it at, Eve." Tone level and nothing short of stern, he wouldn'teven crack the slightest grin bit blush at her continued pokes at scandalous jokes. "You don't get to keep stuff like that from me. What happened?" The idea of a gun being aimed at his beloved pinkette was not one that sat well with him, it made his skin crawl and his stomach churn. Likely the image was made worse by the fact that he'd already seen her die tragically before his eyes, at least he'd thought he had. He was so caught up in the thought he very nearly missed everything that followed. Pink boy? What pink boy? A puzzled expression would fall onto his face as he looked between his sister and Evie. It would take several moments for the reference to click. Maru, of course, but he didn't even have time to be frazzled, let alone bashful. Shaking the expression away, he would sigh softly once more as he met Eve's gaze. "Don't think for even a minute you get to escape an explanation that easily." It was a strategic tactic, one that might have even worked on anyone but the oh-so serious falcon staring her down. No, he wasn't playing this game. He rarely did, at least not when it came to these situations. He wasn't going to be deterred or distracted, bit this time.
Who would have guessed that a day beginning with such confusion, panic, and anger, could have turned into one full of such tender and beautiful memories. Granted, it took several minutes to calm the spider boy and pull him from his self-dug pit of guilt and self-loathing. It had been such a strange sight, to see a boy who was never really fully dressed without a playful smirk to be left seething, full of a white hot rage. So odd, alarming even, to see a boy that was usually so playful, so gentle, lash out in such a fit of violent anger. Violence was something he only resorted to when necessary, something he saved for his enemies. He was a valiant knight, a protector of the innocent, willing to do anything to keep the ones he loved safe, even if that meant shouldering the pain himself. This was something entirely different. He was no longer that shining knight, but a dark and unpredictable prince. Handsome features made harsh as they were twisted and distorted with anger. An anger that was directed entirely at himself. Eventually Cali got through to him, yanked him back from the dark abyss he'd been trapped in. The anger subsided but he was left with the guilt. A sickening guilt that made his stomach churn and caused vile to burn the back of his throat. A guilt for losing control of his temper, for lashing out the way he did. A guilt for causing the pain that was laced so deeply into the sandy orbs of his beloved. More so than any of it, a guilt for causing harm to the petite girl that had become more important to him than the world itself. It was a guilt that remained with him throughout the day, a shadow that remained clouding his electric orbs even as the smirk returned and his usual playful nature returned. After Cali tended to his own injuries, pulling splinters of wood from punctured skin, he did the same for her. He was gentle, careful. Where normally he found every way to be bear her, to touch her, even as he treated her ailments it was clear he was trying to touch her as little as possible. It was clear he was afraid of hurting her further. It was a guilt he wasn't sure he could bear, and a guilt that he realized then, that Cali had to deal with on the daily. It gave him an entirely new perspective, and even more so, a mire meaningful understanding. Of course. The spider was stubborn in his martyrdom and his eyes, any pain he bore, even if by her hand, was worth it to be bear her. However, he could not quite say the same when the roles were reversed. Nothing was worth putting Cali in pain, especially if it was his own hand causing it. For her sake he did his best to fight the urge to distance them. He knew that even without her pestilence, it was too much for her anxiety to handle. She need2d the security, the assurance that things weren't going to change between them. Even so, he found himself flinching away from her touch from time to time.
After a sly comment from the spider, and a wry grin that was of true Eli nature, the twins would get dressed for the day. Not before he got to enjoy his favorite sight of all, a red faced and flustered Cali. A laugh would be shared and their bag would be packed. Only this time, they were packing extra clothes for himself rather than Cali, and to his dismay, it was Cali that had to carry it. He wasn't sure what had casues this strange turn of events. He wasn't sure why he had suddenly taken what Cali often referred to as her curse upon his own shoulders, but he supposed he couldn't complain too much. It was something he had wished he could do time and time again. It caused her more pain than anything else and time and time again he had wished he could take that pain from her and by some unknown magic, he had. While he was still clearly struggling it, he was going to be sure Cali enjoyed every moment of her freedom. Neither of them really knew if this was a perman6or temporary fix, and well... he had a lot of making up to do. He started with the furniture he'd broken. It didn't take much more than that charming smile of his, eyes full of an angelic and apologetic grace, and a bit if explaining, to get the school to promise a replacement. In light of recent events, it seemed they weren't the only ones in need of new furniture. There had been quite a few mishaps that day. Once that was taken care of, the boy took them out to the city of Vale. Unbeknownst to her, all the while he has been planning the most miraculous day for her. It all started in a small fabric shop. It was in fact, the same one he had gone to to inquire about a dress for Cali for the ball. It was owned by a lovely woman named Lafelle, whose Eli had easily charmed into helping him. Their visit this time was all for Cali's benefit. He knew she dreamed of being able to touch things, to actually feel the texture, to rub satin cloth through her fingers without it crumbling to dust beneath her touch. It was a dream that might seem silly to them, but they didn't understand what it was like for Cali. Even Eli, who tried so hard, who work tirelessly to make her life better and more enjoyable, didn't truly understand until this moment. He stood in the very middle of the shop, doing his very best not to touch anything in the store. Lafelle was a nice women, but he couldn't imagine she'd be to pleased if he desiccated her shop. So the spider stood by idly, and watched with a loving smile upon his face as an excited Cali buzzed around the room. Brushing fingers over delicate silks, soft cottons, and rough corduroy. Running hands over the fabrics, and for the first time in her life, actually feeling their texture against her own soft skin. It was a day to be full of first, and as the day went on, Eli found himself wishing it could stay like this. He would gladly take the burden of her pestilence to be able to see her so happy and carefree, just as she as today, everyday.
Eli practically had to drag Cali out of Lafelle's shop, tugging gently on her wrist with a gloves hand and a bemused smirk. "You'll like this. Come on, don't you trust me, little minx?" The question was followed by a teasing wink and a final tug of her wrist before he let his hand fall back to his side and continued out the door of the shop. It was a short walk to their next destination, a small floral shop. A small bell twinkled above their heads as he pushed it open, holding it for her to walk through first. Their bosses were bombarded with the soft floral scents of roses, lillies, and lavender alike. He spent his time in this shop much the same as the last, doing his very best bot to touch a single thing. The task was made much more difficult by the cramped isles and overflowing pots, spilling greenery out into the open. He squeezed the them meticulously, ducking beneath arches of leaves and dodging past ropes of vines that seemed to reach out for him. He followed Cali through the mazes, that same smile plastered upon his lips. He was patient, never growing bored her restless. He let her smell each individual flower, waited as she rubbed delicate petals through her fingers, laughed as she inhaled too much pollen and sneezed so hard she nearly fell over. Amidst her enjoyment and distraction, he even had the time to talk to the shop owner. He scrounged up some money, which he sneakily handed over to him. The sandy haired girl would be surprised with a bouquet full of bright wildflowers and baby's breath, vivid splashes of color among gentle ivory. Her pestilence hadn't stopped him from giving her flowers before. He'd even gone above and beyond, crafting a rose from steel. A flower durable enough to withstand her pestilence. One that wouldn't wilt beneath her touch or crumble beneath her thumb. However, for the first time Cali could enjoy the simplest of pleasures of being given flowers from a very special someone the way every girl should. She could hold them without worry and breathe them in again and again without fear of destroying them. Something he knew she'd always wanted to do. A memory she could cherish ling after the flowers wilted. It was another battle getting her out of this shop, but Eli had another surprise for her. One that she had a feeling she night just love most of all. Cali was reluctant, but curious, and after another short walk, they stopped in front of a small building. "You'll have to go into this one on your own, but don't worry. They're expecting you, and it will be worth it." She knew she would hate the separation, but Eli couldn't risk stepping inside this store. There was more at stake than some flowers or fabric. In fact, he'd brought her to a small pet shop. Full of dogs, cats, fish, and lizards alike. He had called the owner earlier and explained their situation briefly. So Eli waited patiently, watching through the window as Cali cuddled cats and dogs and stroked the scaly lizards. This was something she'd never been able to do before, not without the risk of hurting these innocent creatures. It was the last on the list of surprises, but perhaps the best. The sun was sinking lower in the horizon as Cali played and Eli watched with and adoring gaze. She had turned to look at him, waving happily as a fluffy pup licked relentlessly at her face. Eli lifted his hand to wave back, but something was wrong. It was like he'd lost control of his own body. Muscles and ligaments betraying him, he was left stunned as his vision began to blur. He felt himself falling, wind rushing past him as he hurled toward the ground. He thought he heard a scream, muffled by glass, but he couldn't be sure. The world was fading around him, fading to black. He was lost to it before he even collided with concrete, head smacking against the ground with a sickening crack. Crimson dripping down his cheek and pooling on the concrete.
It had been weeks ago that such a lovely, fun-filled day had taken such an awful turn. It was a shame that a day full of such sweet and tender memories had to be stained by such an unfortunate end. An ugly blemish that made an otherwise perfect day, bigger sweet. A blemish that grew larger and harder to avoid as time went on, days passing them by, and a certain spider remained frozen in time. It had been weeks since he'd collapsed outside that pet shop. Weeks since Cali had rushed an unconcious Eli, bleeding profusely from the gash on his head, to the infirmary at Beacon. Weeks that he'd been succumbed to that hospital bed, electric orbs never so much as flickering. Were it not for the gentle rise and fall of his chest, accompanied by the ever-steady beeping if the heart monitor, one might think he was actually dead. There were so many questions pertaining to the event that everyone had began referring to as the semblance swap. Many had been answered, yet a few remained. Why had so many been sent into comas in the first place? Why had some of them woke while others remained lost to the world of dreams? Why was Eli among those still trapped in their subconscious? No one seemed to have any real answers to those questions, nor any answers to the much more pressing ones. Would they ever wake? Would Eli ever wake? As days turned into weeks, it seemed to grow increasingly difficult to remain hopeful for the few that had yet to return to the world of the living. The hopelessness and despair was spread clearly across Eli's room. Crumpled papers and books, the remains if withered chairs. Cali, eating away at her surroundings as her own worry ate away at her soul. Only for the first time since he had fallen, she'd left, and the spider boy was left alone in his hospital bed. Dark locks were strewn across the pillow, a stark contrast to the blindingwhute that surrounded him. A face, once smooth and serene became contorted with fear and concern. Forehead wrinkled, brows furrowed, the color seemed to be draining from his face. The steady beat of the monitor increased, no longer a smooth metronome but a frenzied panic of a boy lost in a nightmare.
"ELI!" Her voice, she sounded so scared, so frantic. He could picture those frightened sandy hues, wide and child-like. He had to get to her. He had to find her. He needed to wrap his arms around her, reassure her that it would all be okay. Just like he always did. He had to, but she was so far away. He didn't know where. Or why, it how even knew that, but he did. Even so, he pushed forward blindly, breaking into a desperate sprint as the world blurred around him.
"Eli, please?!" Her voice, so desperate. She needed him. He needed to be there for her. He was supposed to be there. He was supposed to protect her. That was his job. To keep her safe, not just from the world but from herself. He'd made a promise. A promise he was breaking. He could feel the guilt swelling like a balloon trapped in his throat, cutting of his fairways. It made it hard to breathe. Hard to think. Even now he could picture her face clearly behind his eyes. Soft orbs full of a desperate longing, shining with despair. He could see that worried crinkle between her brows. He longed to reach out and smooth it with his thumb, but she was still so far away.Just hold on Cali, I'm coming. I promise.
"Elias..." There was something different about her voice now. Soft, void of the desperate panic she'd displayed before. It was hopeless, empty... like she'd given up entirely. Cali... Cali, please. It was like he could sense her negativity, even in this state of unconsciousness. It was like he could sense the seeds of doubt a certain individual had sows within her mind. It was like even now, he could sense her absence. She couldn't have been gone for more than hour, but the moment she left the sleeping boy had grown restless.
It all ended just as suddenly as it began. A boy who'd been bed ridden for weeks was suddenly lurching forward, leaping out of the bed and whirling around in a frantic circle,violently ripping out IV's and monitor wires in the process. "Cali!" Voice hoarse from disuse, the word burnt his throat. Breaths harsh and ragged, electric orbs would slowly drift around the room. Panic slowly gave way to confusion as he took in his surroundings. A small hospital room, marked by Cali's presence and yet the small girl was no where to be seen. He might have dashed off after her, but his head was spinning... and he hadn't the slightest clue was she would be. He was still struggling to put together the pieces of his own puzzle. It took him several minutes to sort through the cloudy memories fogging his mind. Slowly, but surely, it all fell into place. The semblance malfunctions, a special date through the city of Vale especially for Cali. He remember the fabric shop, the flowers, the pet shop even.. yet that didn't explain while he was here... and by the looks of it he'd been here for a while now. His assumptions were confirmed by the stiff, achey feeling in his muscles and joints. He needed a good stretch, maybe even a nice little jog. First things first... he needed to track down some clothes. Its not like he couldn't just walk around in his hospital gown. Sure, it was comfy and convenient, but he preferred to keep his private bits just that... private. A small smirk would twitch at the edges of his mouth, a soft chuckle at his own thoughts. He wished Cali was he more than ever, for there were a handful of jokes he'd love to share with her. The kind of jokes she hated most, for they always made her blush. The kind of jokes Eli like the most, for the same reason. Smiling at the thought, he was filled with a new sense of urgency. Needing to find Cali was more than just a vivid nightmare. Eli knew the girl well enough to know just how she would respond to him being bedridden and unconcious. Eli had always been her rock. Perhaps it wasn't the healthiest of relationships... some might say she was to independent on him, times like this might even prove that she was. Eli didn't mind though. He was all she had. He'd made a lonely life unworthy living so much more. She might not have been all he had, not always, but that didn't change the fact that he was everything to him. It only took a moment to find his bag, full of spare clothes from that day. "Don't worry, I'm coming Cali." He'd murmur the words softly to himself, ripping the down off and tossing it asside.
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XXX It was hard to say how long Cali sat there, but it was long enough for her to let go of her knees. The fabric of the dress was riddled with holes as if motheaten and ready to crumble in an instant. The stone itself she sat a upon now had a sunken hole in it, perfectly fitted to her tiny frame. Still, burned her cheeks with watery stains, staring silently at the lilies. Besides her lied a dirted white tote bag, detailed with colorful embroidery of vines and stargazer lilies; very similar to the very ones she plucked. Straps were brittle and worn, stitched back together with an assortment of patches. On the bag itself, however, seems were bursting from years of accidental mistreatment. As simple as it was in design, Eli knew the stargazers were one of Cali's favorites, and thus tried to keep it together for as long as they could. Inside it was an assortment of loose papers, a spare set of gloves, lotion, the lily she had plucked, and their shared scroll. The two only ever needed one, knowing that Cali was unable to use it freely on her own. It always ran with risks in her hands. Be it cracking, breaking, or crumbling to dust, the girl never trusted herself. .. So, it just further enabled the sorrowful lovebirds to need to be together.
IT was that very scroll that began to softly hum against the stone surface. A hushed gasp escaped her lips, startled at the sound of a faint but distinct buzzing. She almost missed it amidst her tears, a defiant rumbling that demanded her attention. It wasn't the first time since Eli ended up in the infirmary that someone had called. At times it was one of the many shopkeeps he had reached out to for one of his masterful dates. Other times, it was either the school, one of their old teammates, or even Lafalle checking in with them, with her. Cali had never answered a phone before, not alone anyway. Each time a new name appeared, or an unknown number, the slithery dread of anxiety would tightly coil around her chest, her lungs. Each time it would frighten her, so much that she had a nurse put it on vibrate for her. Each time she would hesitate, staring at the illuminated screen until the final ring before reluctantly answering. Once or twice, she found the words 'hello' caught in her throat, unable to escape until the caller hung up on her. Instead of getting better, though, it progressively got worse. She'd wait too long and miss the call, then call them back in a state of panic. Other times she'd miss the call entirely, then hide the scroll away in the mentality 'If it was important, they'd try again.' Eventually, though, she wouldn't even open the scroll to see who was calling. She'd let it ring and ring, tuning out each vibration until it fell to silence. Their scroll hadn't been answered in two weeks, the last call itself came over a week ago. So, it was easy to say the girl was certainly startled. Perhaps it was better this way, though, acting as a Beacon to pull her from her sorrow... Even if only for a moment. Carefully, delicate fingertips would shake the bag, letting the small device tumble out onto her throne of stone. Sandkissed hues would widen at the sight of the illuminated screen, however, as the word "INFIRMARY" in bold letters shimmered across. She a coil of anxiety tighten in her chest, her heart sinking as the screen darkened. She missed it. "N-no, wait!" She squeaked, delicate fingertips wrapping around the small device as she began to frantically press buttons, trying to bring the caller back. She still barely knew how to use one of these, however, and forgot for a moment that she wasn't wearing one of her gloves. The second her bare fingertip touched the screen, it shattered, leaving the girl's eyes to widen in fear. "No no, no no no... Come on.. Call, light up... Anything.." She whispered, drawing in quicker breaths as a sense of panic began to settle in. Something had to have happened, and she left him alone. Without hesitation, the girl tossed her heels into her bag before pushing herself up to her feet. She'd throw the back in an arch over her shoulder, then break out into a full-on sprint back towards the main building of the academy.
There wasn't a moment to waste, she had to get back. It was her fault for leaving his side in the first place, falling victim to the doubtful words of a man that ushered her on. What could've happened? Why did the infirmary call her, and why didn't she answer sooner? It was such a wretched feeling, knowing that Eli would have never left her side for even a moment. That even if he would've wanted the best for her, for her to not spend her days in endless worry over his bedside, he deserved that. She wanted to be by his side for every moment, she needed to be. The bedridden spider needed her now more than ever, and she was nowhere to be found. Had they wanted to talk to her, did they have questions about him? Allergies, preferences, family history? Or had he taken a turn for the worst? Images flashed across her mind, each more dreadful and horrific than the last. Nurses and doctors gathering around him as desperately gasped for air, unable to find it. Hues like electricity opening wide, obscured by a vibrant red in his sclera. Between each breath, he spent it trying to say her name. Ca.. Cali... Cali?!' The spider thrashing about in a series of convulsions as onlookers tried to pin him down before he could hurt himself. The fear in his eyes as he looked around in desperation, unable to find her. Small black cracks spreading across his skin, the presence of her decay ever insistent in the boy as it threatened to eat him alive. Insessive beeping of a heart rate monitor going absolutely hectic as he entered cardiac arrest before falling silent as his body fell still, his hand hanging listlessly. Once small black cracks would spiderweb across lifeless flesh, flaking away into a glowing cloud of dust on the doctor's breath as they tried to resuscitate him. Electric orbs, once so radiant with kindness, bravery, and a hint of mischievous nature were now sunken and dull, turning black. Was the doctor blind? Couldn't he see him fading away, couldn't he do anything to try and stop it?! What were once just tears of sorrow staining her cheeks had bitter and burning like fire as the wind kissed her cheeks. 'No no no... Eli!' Normally her footsteps, even as she ran, would patter against the floor lightly. Not here, though, not now. Bare footsteps thudding madly against the concrete, rubbing the soles of her feet raw. Each step, just as the concrete wore away at her skin, her own semblance would wear away at the ground, leaving distinct footprints permanently embedded in stone and tile. It stung, it ached, it felt as if every fiber of muscle in her legs and arms were tearing, never able to move fast enough no matter how much she pushed forward. As she ran, her arms flailed from side to side, her hands moving as if grabbing at the air. The bag over her shoulder flailed side to side, the pouch bouncing violently while the threads of the handle clung desperately together. It was each step in tangent with her decay that loosened the threads and ate away at the fabric, threatening to crumble in an instant. Entering the main hall was probably the loudest the girl had ever been, the door clattering after a powerful slam against the wall. With that, she was left frantically running through the halls, trying to find the infirmary again.
The tiny huntress moved as a brown and gray blur, brushing past students left and right. Normally the girl would carefully slip to the side of students if she had to, like a feather floating in the wind, if not displacing herself altogether. None of that mattered now, though, not as panic and fear encroached upon her. As tiny as she was, as fragile as she always seemed to be, the first of many students were nearly knocked off their feet as she pushed by them. Not that she didn't tumble herself, each time leaving her to nearly lose her footing as her momentum kept her lurching forward. Each one being left with a mark in some way or another, be it worn fabric, a weathered book, or irritated skin that caressed her own. Normally she'd apologize, or at least try in what stuttery mess that she could. A wallflower that was as delicate as she was dangerous, meek at the very sight of eyes upon her. Yet, she didn't hesitate for even a moment. Bitter outcries of either spite or confusion as she pushed by, never once looking back, not caring for an instant of how many eyes fell upon her and her crumbling dress. One student, in particular, had the most unfortunate timing with an outstretched arm. As Cali pushed pass them, his arm had accidentally hooked her bag. With the sound of an abrasive rip, withered seams popping under the tension, a large tear would split down the side of the bag as her footing was ripped from right beneath her. Cali took a hard tumble, fumbling as her right ankle rolled sideways, causing her to trip over her own feet. All the weight went first into her right knee, the impact sounding with a crack before her momentum kept her rolling forward before collapsing into the floor. She'd smack her chin, her jaw tightly clenching as she bit down on her lip. A sharp gasp squeaked from her lips, catching a staggered breath as she fought with every fiber of her being to keep her head straight, to keep herself focused. She laid on the floor for a moment, sprawled out completely while a number of items from her bag were strewed about. Loose papers, a broken scroll, gloves, even her heels. Coughing, Cali would slowly begin to push herself up, calling on what little strength she had to push against the throbbing pain that resonated up the entirety of her leg. As she became more focused, more stressed, she'd notice the metallic taste against her tongue as a crimson fluid drip from her lip and off her chin. It was already drying, already cracking as her semblance ate away at the free-flowing blood. With trembling curled fists she managed to push herself up into a kneel, her head hanging she reached to grab her torn bag. That's when the other student, a taller blonde mail kneeled next to her, reaching out to take her hand. "Holy s**t, I'm so sorry! Here, let me help, you biffed it really hard.. Are you okay?" His voice wasn't as gentle as Eli's, but he was trying, thinking that it was his fault. It wasn't.. It was hers, but he was trying to help. .. But he couldn't. Sandkissed hues would widen in panic, feeling his hand brush against her shoulder. She'd push herself aside with everything she had, trying to stand as her left knee cave way, forcing her to collapse to her knees once again. "Don't touch me!" Her voice cracked under the strain of those words, so uncharacteristically out of place for the meek, anxiety-ridden girl who spent her days in silence. She didn't say it, or suggest it. She screamed it, yelled it, as if he was about to do some awful, wretched thing to her. It clearly took him off guard, causing him to stumble away. He was clearly taken back "No no, it's okay! I just want to help you get to the infirmary." She wasn't having it though, because this wasn't about him. "Please.." Sandy hues would dart back at the boy as she held her arm up to show him, then dragged her exposed palm across her skin. Her skin would begin to rapidly dry and crack. The raw, bright red layer beneath it showing through, yet she was visibly unshaken by it. "Don't touch me.." It was a warning for him, to protect him, not herself. He didn't know what to do, what to say. He just took a step back, stuck somewhere between awe and terror, visibly concerned not only for her but himself. That was her moment. Despite how every fiber of her being told her to stay sitting, she could endure it a little longer. After all, she could endure weeks of not only the Tribe's torture but her own, a popped knee was nothing. Gritting her teeth, the girl would tremble as she pushed herself up to her feet. Her left knee was bent, barely touching the ground as she began to hobble forward. Each step hurt less, knowing she had somewhere she needed to be. She didn't even stop to grab her belongings, merely clutching the torn bag tightly in her left hand as she shambled forward. Faster and faster, though not nearly as fast as her sprint before. Each step was staggered, limping as she forced herself to go a little further. Just a little more, until she finally reached the infirmary. Her knee gave out again, forcing her to catch herself on the door as she turned the knob. It would fly open with a crack, slamming both her into the door as she slammed the door into the wall. "Eli!" She'd scream at the top of her lungs, expecting the absolute worst. With her outcry she was expecting nurses running back and forth, one to catch her as she nearly collapsed in the door. Instead, she stood there with wide sandstone eyes, a new pool of tears glistening under the luminescent hospital lights. Slowly, the torn bag would slip from her palm, landing with a soft thud as the stargazer lily landed softly out of the bag. Then, her legs would buckle, clearly pushed beyond their limits. Each muscle fiber was on fire while pain jolted up her left leg. Her grip would slip from the door as she herself collapsed in the doorway, but her eyes fixated forward with glistening tears in her eyes.
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Posted: Fri Apr 10, 2020 6:29 pm
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It didn't take long for the nurses and staff in the infirmary to catch on the the fact that a certain spider was once again awake and among the living. Even so, Elias was quick and he had only one thing on his mind. He wasn't sure why he had a bad feeling in the pit of his gut, but it put a sour taste in the back of his mouth. He needed to find Cali and make sure she was okay. Leave it to him to be the one awaking from a coma, and yet being concerned with the well-being of someone else rather than himself. That was just his nature. The boy was selfless to a fault. He was always thinking about just about anyone but himself. Never would he hesitate to put someone else's needs above his own and his unwavering sense of heroic martyrdom seemed to constantly have him throwing his life into danger to protect those around him. It was a concept the medical staff just didn't seem to understand. They wouldn't release him before taking his vitals and putting him threw a few other tests. Customary for all of their coma patients who woke up. After all, they still weren't entirely certain of whether or not there would be any side effects. No one who had awoken seemed to show any, but there were still so many the remained asleep. Seeing as he wasn't able to leave just yet, he was assured that they would call Cali to let her know he'd woken up. They spared him the more tragic details of it, likely wanting to protect him from a guilt he was bound to feel either way, but they did explained that up until an hour or so the girl had remained faithfully by his side. She'd only just been convinced by the school's counselor to get some fresh air and to clear her mind a bit. He was finished with all the required tests before she even arrived, but he figured there was no point in leaving just yet. It would just turn into a wild goose chase all over the Beacon. Instead he preoccupied himself with an attempt to tidy up the room, throwing away the books and papers that were beyond repair and not of much use anymore, while collecting the rest of their belongings and tucking them away into his satchel. It was with a wide grin that he would turn around to greet the girl when he heard the door bang open. As soon as he saw her the smile would falter and fade away again. Whatever sly comment he had in mind was lost to the wind as electric hues focused on her. Full lips would pull into a tight line, forehead creasing in worry as he took her in. Tear stained face, the dried blood that caked her chin and the purplish spot that was forming there. It wasn't hard to see that she was in pain and it only took the boy a singular moment to take in the swollen, misshapen form of her knee. Dark brows furrowed together as a thick, toxic combination of concern and guilt bubbled in his stomach. "Oh, Cali." He'd breathe, his gruff, masculine voice becoming impossibly soft. Already he'd began blaming himself for her state. Not just physical, but mental. It was his absence that had eaten away at her for weeks now. He knew as soon as he'd woke up and his thoughts had settled that she would be a bit worse for wear. Yet, somehow he had been hoping she would at least some comfort in Nox and Yenna. He should have known better. Perhaps her dependency upon him wasn't healthy... but when you had been mistreated and abused your whole life by everyone you met, even the people that were morally obligated to love you... Well, it took its toll. When someone finally showed even a semblance of kindness, when that same person became your entire world... dependency was bound to form over time. It was something Eli had never minded, not once, for she had become his entire world as well. However, he never really took the time to think just how badly she would be effected if he were ever to leave, for whatever reason. It had been out of his hands this time, but it wouldn't stop him from blaming himself. He should have known better than to have the nurse call her. He should have known that it would cause nothing but panic, and it was that panic that must have gotten her into the battered shape she arrived in. After all, the injuries were all fresh, blood only just drying and skin discoloring as bruises formed.
Eli was across the room in seconds, a calloused hand reaching to cup the side of her face ever so gently. His large thumb would sweep gently across her cheek, wiping away falling tears before sliding back and brushing sandy locks behind her ear. "I'm so sorry." He'd murmur, electric hues full of remorse. Leaning down, arms would sweep gently beneath her legs, lifting her small frame easily from the ground. Leaving the floral bag where it lay forgotten on the ground, he'd walk back to the bed, sitting on the edge with her upon his lap. Cradling her against his chest, gentle hands would run through her hair and down her back. Lips would press ever so softly against the top of her head. "Shhhh... it's okay now." The words were breathed softly against her hair, warm breath rustling sandy strands. He'd remain that way for several moments, holding her tightly all while gently caressing her hair and back in the softest and most reassuring movements. He ignored the way her pestilence had began to eat away at his clothes. He paid no mind to the irritating itch of his skin as the rot burned through layers of delicate tissue. Fingers became red and raw, but he never ceased his gentle strokes. He cared not about the rashes that were sure to come. Not that he ever did, but in this moment he had thrown all caution to the wind. All that mattered right now was that she was okay. It was like he was afraid if he let go she would crumble to dust before his eyes. The same way objects desiccated to rumble beneath her own touch. It was hard to say how long they sat like that, just as they had countless times before. Every time her heart was breaking. Every time she was blaming herself for circumstances that were out of her control. Every time she felt like she was going to fall apart. Eli would hold her and comfort her while he picked up her pieces and helped to glue them back together. Eventual, warm fingers would hook softly beneath her chin, gently forcing her gaze upwards towards his. "You didn't think I would ever leave you, right?" How could he? The boy had so brashly dashed in, fists blazing, to protect her from bullies twice his size. The boy who had defended her time and time again, no matter how much damage he received in the process. The boy who had literally fought his way through a burning home to pull her safely from its remains. The boy that had remained by her side through everything. The boy who did it all without ever complaining, because he was happy to do it. Because he loved her down to his very core. She was a piece of him that had become so intertwined with his own soul that it would be impossible to ever separate the two without detrimental damage to the both. She was the air in his lungs, the blood in his veins, the very reason his heart kept beating. He needed her to know that... needed her to believe it. "I would fight the forces of heaven and hell combined to return to your side. Always." Once again soft lips would press softly against her forehead. He'd linger there for just a moment before straightening up, lessening his grip on her just slightly. "Come on, let me take a look at you, little minx."
Lifting her gently, he move her off his lap so that she was sitting on the bed. "What exactly did you manage to do to yourself this time?" The question was lighthearted, hinting at teasing. The slightest flicker of a smirk would dance across his lips as he reached for a rag. Careful fingers would gently wiped the dried blood from her chin, what was left of it anyway. Once that was finished he'd cross the room, picking her bag up from the floor as well as the items that had fallen from it. Noticing the new tear, he made a mental note to sew it back up later. At this point it would probably be easier to just replace the bag. It had been tattered, torn, and patched back together so many times. However, Eli knew just how much Cali loved the stargazer lily pattern, so he did his best to keep the bag alive. Truly he didn't know how much longer that was going to be an option. Perhaps he would have to put in a special request with Lafelle. If anyone could find fabric worthy to replace this worn, but beloved bag, it was her. If she was watching him closely enough, she recognize that gleam in his eyes. Indication that he had something planned but didn't plan to reveal it until the ideal moment. In another moment he was at her side again, kneeling on the floor beside the bed. Pulling the disinfectant from the bag, he'd take one her arms gently in his hands. Pale skin was riddled with the signs of weeks of self-harm. Some were faded pink scars, while others were vividly red and inflamed where her semblance had more recently eaten away at her tender flesh. Brows would furrow once more as he took in the sight, bright azure hues swimming with a worried sadness. He never liked seeing her like this, especially when she'd been driven to this level of distress due to his own absence. Accidents happened, they were bound to with a semblance as potent as hers. This was different though, and after years of tending to her, Eli recognized the difference immediately. Holding her wrist gently with one hand, he'd spray the antiseptic over the rash. Once he was sure it was clean, he'd move to the next before putting it back in the bag and pulling the aloe out instead. He didn't bother with gloves. He was more worried about her than himself, besides, her hands were rubbed raw. Applying the aloe with bare fingers would simply kill two birds with one stone. Working in gentle, circular motions, he'd work the aloe all the way up both of her arms. Only once he was sure she was taken care of would he stand back up, sitting next to her on the bad. One of his arms would wrap carefully around her, pulling her too his side. "We should probably see if one of the doctor's can come look at that knee of yours. Looks like you banged it up pretty good."
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Ren arrived at the infirmary, worse for wear as he was guided over to one of the beds, laying down in it as he was resting his head on a pillow, glad his nightmare was over but worried about his team now. He couldn't sleep or go unconscious as the nurses offered to put him under, he refused. His response to them was. "I want to heal naturally like everyone else does.... I need to recover from my drunken state." Once they finally got the picture they left him alone, to be in his thoughts with the other students. He closed his eyes and decided to think.... what could he do to better himself, cause what he could make good molotov drinks, it was pure gray in there for him as he released his backpack on the ground. "I got lucky...." He muttered to himself as he opened his eyes, red from being strained.... red from being tired..... red from the tears as he felt useless for his ear sensitivity. Sure he could free run through the woods and the rocks as he saw fit, but he was just lucky he could help his allies with his molotovs and his attacks. He shook his head as the ringing came back for the moment, not as bad as the first time but he moved onto his side to have his back to the wall as he looked out to see the other students being tended to.
Company: Unknown ; Outfit: School Uniform(With Leather gloves); Team: SLAR! ; Semblance: BEER!!!! Gear on hand: A Large Backpack -10 counts of Rations. -6(2) pack of beer. -4 'Mixed' Drinks Weapon: DAS BOOT Post Count: 53
╔════════════RENA KIYOKO════════════╗ Rena helped Ren into the infirmary along with the nurses, who offered to sedate him. As he expressed not wanting to, she pulled up a chair beside his bed while the nurses took their leave. He closed his eyes, but, she was pretty sure he was thinking, rather than sleeping, so, kept her mouth shut for the moment. After a bit, he muttered and opened his eyes. She brushed her hair back a bit as she titled her head slightly. He was upset, clearly."You okay?"She instinctively tried to put on the impassive act she normally had. Her brother was clearly not doing to well. However, as twins, they knew each other almost better than each knew themselves and he'd definitely pick up she wasn't as calm as she tried to act. Add to it the slight strain, he might even pick up that one of her migraines was building. "If you don't want to talk, I won't pester you about it...but, I'm here for you."Her temple throbbed painfully, but, she did her best to ignore it while keeping an eye out for another nurse. After all, she'd need staff to access the medicine cabinet. And it'd probably take another half-hour or so before it became unbearable. ╚═════════════TEAM: XXXX═════════════╝ PC: 42 OOC:
