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After the ring upgrades had been passed out and people had left Venice was still there, hanging around. It wasn’t that he had some big secret he wanted to keep but he also didn’t feel like letting everyone know things about him - weaknesses or anything of the sort. So once it was just him and Tortuga the page of Ganymede moved to take himself a seat in whatever shade he could find, he really disliked being in the sun.
“Asked if can send out distress call because anything can happen - fight anywhere. Is coming in to fall and winter...last year food vendors on street...roasting nuts.” And if a fight broke out near such a place...if he came into contact with it. He might not be able to call for help in time and powered up he couldn’t power down in public….and had no way then of getting an epi pen. That doesn’t even take into consideration if he had them on him when he powered up.
“Suffer from anaphylaxis...peanuts or nuts of any kind….if powered up can’t power down in public and get an epipen.” And for him that could be a big life and death issue, or land him in a hospital for a day or more. “Don’t know how little contact needed to set it off...don’t want to test it either.” He had always done his best to avoid nuts of any and all kinds, and he’d slipped up earlier this summer. He did not want another slip up...but it could happen. Even if it was some Negaverse plot involving a restaurant or a battle that round up spilling over into one...or anything that could put him in contact with any sort of nut, or peanut, it could happen. With this war anything could happen, seeing as magic was involved. Who knew if there wasn’t some senshi of peanuts, or nuts, even - he hoped not.
“Asked if can send out distress call because anything can happen - fight anywhere. Is coming in to fall and winter...last year food vendors on street...roasting nuts.” And if a fight broke out near such a place...if he came into contact with it. He might not be able to call for help in time and powered up he couldn’t power down in public….and had no way then of getting an epi pen. That doesn’t even take into consideration if he had them on him when he powered up.
“Suffer from anaphylaxis...peanuts or nuts of any kind….if powered up can’t power down in public and get an epipen.” And for him that could be a big life and death issue, or land him in a hospital for a day or more. “Don’t know how little contact needed to set it off...don’t want to test it either.” He had always done his best to avoid nuts of any and all kinds, and he’d slipped up earlier this summer. He did not want another slip up...but it could happen. Even if it was some Negaverse plot involving a restaurant or a battle that round up spilling over into one...or anything that could put him in contact with any sort of nut, or peanut, it could happen. With this war anything could happen, seeing as magic was involved. Who knew if there wasn’t some senshi of peanuts, or nuts, even - he hoped not.
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Tortuga wasn't a horribly social person but still he stuck around when Venice had asked him too. The younger knight knew about his secret hobby, they shared it in fact, besides the other knight had been quite serious, even worried, so Tortuga didn't hesitate to agree. Joining Venice sitting down he remained quiet as the best clad page explained just what his problem was. It was quite a issue too, allergies normally were. Especially ones that required the use of an epipen.
He kept his thoughts to himself until he was sure Venice was done, he didn't want to interrupt and needed the time to form a decent response. Tortuga started to talk but stopped, a look of concentration written all over his face. After yet another moment of silence he spoke, “that is a valid worry. How bad is your reaction? A near instantaneous reaction or something that is more gradual?” Tortuga was wondering what kind of time did they have when Venice starts to go into anaphylaxis. Would they have the time to remove the page from the fight? The need of an epipen made things very complicated. “You're not sure if you experience a reaction just by being in the same room are you?” If all it was, was ingesting the nuts then they would likely be ok. It was the more severe reaction that Tortuga was worried about.
He kept his thoughts to himself until he was sure Venice was done, he didn't want to interrupt and needed the time to form a decent response. Tortuga started to talk but stopped, a look of concentration written all over his face. After yet another moment of silence he spoke, “that is a valid worry. How bad is your reaction? A near instantaneous reaction or something that is more gradual?” Tortuga was wondering what kind of time did they have when Venice starts to go into anaphylaxis. Would they have the time to remove the page from the fight? The need of an epipen made things very complicated. “You're not sure if you experience a reaction just by being in the same room are you?” If all it was, was ingesting the nuts then they would likely be ok. It was the more severe reaction that Tortuga was worried about.
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“First time was a child...very young...ate dessert. Second time this summer...three pens and still in hospital overnight. Also some liquid medication at scene. Ate something with nuts in sauce.” Which he hadn’t known would be there, he hadn’t even tasted the nuts. Though he really didn’t know what nuts tasted like...so maybe they could be tasted? He knew what a peanut smelled like but only at a distance...like across a room when someone opened a jar of peanut butter or walking down a street and someone was roasting chestnuts. He kept away from them, very far.
His parents had told him his reaction had been sever when he was four years old, since then he’d kept his distance till this summer. “Fast...very fast...didn’t have much time and started to panic.” Which was not a good combination when breathing was already an issue, it only made it worse.
“Been in same room but across from anything...not close enough to touch or have interaction aside from smelling open jar.” Remembering how Terry’s family, upon finding out of his allergy, had moved the peanut butter away from him - far away. He could still smell it but nothing else. Touching he didn’t know if it would do anything or just how much it took or what would and would not do it - aside from eating did it and smelling from across a room did not.
“Thinking now...chestnut roasting in winter...so always have cold and running nose.” Which was then a reaction also?
His parents had told him his reaction had been sever when he was four years old, since then he’d kept his distance till this summer. “Fast...very fast...didn’t have much time and started to panic.” Which was not a good combination when breathing was already an issue, it only made it worse.
“Been in same room but across from anything...not close enough to touch or have interaction aside from smelling open jar.” Remembering how Terry’s family, upon finding out of his allergy, had moved the peanut butter away from him - far away. He could still smell it but nothing else. Touching he didn’t know if it would do anything or just how much it took or what would and would not do it - aside from eating did it and smelling from across a room did not.
“Thinking now...chestnut roasting in winter...so always have cold and running nose.” Which was then a reaction also?
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Three pens! Tortuga’s brow rose in surprise but he held his tongue. The kid sitting next to him was lucky to be alive. He kept silent as Venice answered his questions, his brain working possible solutions because if the page ever had a reaction in a fight… well it just wouldn't be good. “It seems like it's a direct contact allergy since you said you’ve been in the same room with it, at least enough to smell it.” He fell silent again, absently murmuring, “possible.” Tortuga knew that a little under 50 percent of people who have a peanut allergy were also allergic to tree nuts like chestnuts. That's not even factoring in the cross contamination during manufacturing and serving so it was best if Venice avoided any and all kinds of nuts.
“You ever think of carrying a pen with you while patrolling?” He would have to protect it somehow other than the plastic tubing that the pen already comes in. As well as making sure that there was no identifying markers on it like a prescription label, although most of those were on the boxes as far as Tortuga knew. The hard part would be somehow dealing with the tracking code that every pen had, just like how a gun had a serial number. If found it could eventually be traced back to Venice, not something anyone would want.
“You ever think of carrying a pen with you while patrolling?” He would have to protect it somehow other than the plastic tubing that the pen already comes in. As well as making sure that there was no identifying markers on it like a prescription label, although most of those were on the boxes as far as Tortuga knew. The hard part would be somehow dealing with the tracking code that every pen had, just like how a gun had a serial number. If found it could eventually be traced back to Venice, not something anyone would want.
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“Was lucky someone nearby was doctor and someone else had pens and medication. Couldn’t call for help on own.” He’d been too busy trying to breath and feeling faint, his vision had been darkening as he found breathing harder and harder. He’d really not done too well, but he was alive at least...so that was a plus.
“Yes….seems like it. Don’t want to test out how much contact is needed, didn’t like the hospital stay or injections.” Though he did like the idea of staying alive - that was a good thing. His leg had been sore the following few days from the injections, marks included. He wished those could be a bit more...forgiving.
“No...hadn’t thought of...pockets not big enough...and if it gets dropped?” He asked wondering. It was a valid thing to ask and something he’d not thought of. Now though, after this meeting over ring upgrades he was. Not to mention with winter coming upon them he was thinking about it as well, due to street vendors who roasted nuts. Didn’t they do that here also? If so he did have some cause for worry.
“If dropped...and picked up.” He knew the risk there as well. How to carry one with him. “Maybe satchel...and leave it in safe place when getting into a fight?” He didn’t like the idea much but it seemed like it would help with a genuine need now.
“Yes….seems like it. Don’t want to test out how much contact is needed, didn’t like the hospital stay or injections.” Though he did like the idea of staying alive - that was a good thing. His leg had been sore the following few days from the injections, marks included. He wished those could be a bit more...forgiving.
“No...hadn’t thought of...pockets not big enough...and if it gets dropped?” He asked wondering. It was a valid thing to ask and something he’d not thought of. Now though, after this meeting over ring upgrades he was. Not to mention with winter coming upon them he was thinking about it as well, due to street vendors who roasted nuts. Didn’t they do that here also? If so he did have some cause for worry.
“If dropped...and picked up.” He knew the risk there as well. How to carry one with him. “Maybe satchel...and leave it in safe place when getting into a fight?” He didn’t like the idea much but it seemed like it would help with a genuine need now.
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“Yeah really lucky.” Tortuga agreed with Venice on that one, the younger page was extremely lucky. He paused for a moment when his mind connected two pieces of information and came up with an answer that he didn’t like, “you mean you weren’t carrying a pen yourself? Seriously?” His hand itched to smack Venice on the back of the head, “or did you mean that your lucky someone had an extra pen and some meds to help?” That made more sense. Most people he knew only carried one pen on them if they were allergic to need one at all. There were some who had it but really didn’t need them, their reactions were less severe and they would have time to get help before the pen would be needed.
“Your best bet is to get tested but up to you on that one. As for carrying it around with you, it would be like a bag or something that hopefully wouldn’t be easy to lose. You run the risk that my med bags do if you leave a pen elsewhere. It could get lost or stolen and Venice,” He paused and finished with amusement in his voice, “how many times have you gotten into a fight and were able to pause it long enough to breath let alone hide something?” The few scuffles Tortuga had encountered were way too fast paced to do anything more then fight.
“Your best bet is to get tested but up to you on that one. As for carrying it around with you, it would be like a bag or something that hopefully wouldn’t be easy to lose. You run the risk that my med bags do if you leave a pen elsewhere. It could get lost or stolen and Venice,” He paused and finished with amusement in his voice, “how many times have you gotten into a fight and were able to pause it long enough to breath let alone hide something?” The few scuffles Tortuga had encountered were way too fast paced to do anything more then fight.
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“No...wasn’t...never did before that...used to not even have pens…” he answered after a moment, hesitating as he spoke. He had gotten used to carrying them now, after having had the attack. Growing up he’d not even owned a pen, he’d had to keep himself safe so he knew what not to eat. “Carry three now.” So a single box plus half of another, as they sold in a box of two, which meant he also had spent a lot...or insurance had paid a lot for them. Somehow he felt like the other wasn’t going to like his answer about not having a pen that day, or ever carrying one on him...not even owning one for a long time.
“Not many….don’t think it would work…” This was going to be a pain on him trying to carry pens with him but it was for the better and safer - he needed it. His health was at risk and he doubted anyone wanted to see him go down in the middle of a fight, or a bigger battle. Maybe he would get tested...though he didn’t know what that would entail he could do it, he’d just need a trip to his normal doctor.
“Not many….don’t think it would work…” This was going to be a pain on him trying to carry pens with him but it was for the better and safer - he needed it. His health was at risk and he doubted anyone wanted to see him go down in the middle of a fight, or a bigger battle. Maybe he would get tested...though he didn’t know what that would entail he could do it, he’d just need a trip to his normal doctor.
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Tortuga mentally winced but he understood. Why spend the money on something you were able to prevent just by avoiding it but he knew accidents happened which is why he always suggested having one whenever someone asked, at least depending on the severity. It only took making one run where the outcome wasn't good because the kid didn’t know they were allergic to give Tortuga that mentality. Shaking off that train of thought the redhead smiled at the other page, “Three is a bit excessive but I can understand,” he gave a little shrug and added, “better safe than sorry in that case.” God, what he wouldn’t give to be able to go back in time….
Taking a breath and focusing on Venice, Tortuga shoved the dark memories back into the little box he kept locked. No one needed to see those, least of all him right then. Now was not the time. Never would there be a time. He was a grown a** adult who could take care of himself. “Not saying it isn’t possible. Just not very likely. I’ll look around for something that is a hard case that will carry two pens, three maybe, and we will figure something out. Promise Venice.” His mind was already trying to figure out a decent container for the pens that were not only strong but light and discreet, the distraction of such a challenge welcome.
All of a sudden it hit him. It was like a bolt of lightning went through Tortuga, he sat up straight and practically vibrated, at least until he reigned in his reaction. “I’ve got it. Or at least a solid idea.” Venice was a cosplayer too so rather than avoiding the subject Tortuga jumped right in, “something like a kunai pocket in Naruto or from Final Fantasy or really from any of the thousands of animes, games, and cartoons. Small, attached to your hip or small of your back using several straps so it's not going anywhere. Use PVC piping coated in Worbla secured with some kind of lock, that s**t won't go anywhere. It can be painted and designed to work with your uniform so it won't stand out.” It would take some trial and error but Tortuga was already itching to try it. Was there anything thinner than pvc but as strong that could act as a ‘tube’ for the pen?
Taking a breath and focusing on Venice, Tortuga shoved the dark memories back into the little box he kept locked. No one needed to see those, least of all him right then. Now was not the time. Never would there be a time. He was a grown a** adult who could take care of himself. “Not saying it isn’t possible. Just not very likely. I’ll look around for something that is a hard case that will carry two pens, three maybe, and we will figure something out. Promise Venice.” His mind was already trying to figure out a decent container for the pens that were not only strong but light and discreet, the distraction of such a challenge welcome.
All of a sudden it hit him. It was like a bolt of lightning went through Tortuga, he sat up straight and practically vibrated, at least until he reigned in his reaction. “I’ve got it. Or at least a solid idea.” Venice was a cosplayer too so rather than avoiding the subject Tortuga jumped right in, “something like a kunai pocket in Naruto or from Final Fantasy or really from any of the thousands of animes, games, and cartoons. Small, attached to your hip or small of your back using several straps so it's not going anywhere. Use PVC piping coated in Worbla secured with some kind of lock, that s**t won't go anywhere. It can be painted and designed to work with your uniform so it won't stand out.” It would take some trial and error but Tortuga was already itching to try it. Was there anything thinner than pvc but as strong that could act as a ‘tube’ for the pen?
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Considering he’d used three the last time he figured it was a good amount to carry on him, just incase anything happened again. If something happened again at least he’d have enough pens to handle himself, so long as he could inject himself quick enough, he’d just have to hope for someone else to call the ambulance for him as it was unlikely he’d be able to do that.
The others words, the promise of help, had him smiling. He needed to carry them with him but in something which wouldn’t draw attention and he could work with. He didn’t need it getting in the way while in a fight. They were something to help him not get in the way. “Never worried back home about carrying them - or how. For long time...didn’t have pens at all...not a thing back home.” People had allergies, like himself, but it hadn’t been a thing for a long time - the pens. When they had finally gotten them, when he’d gotten them, he’d never carried them. He was used to knowing what was safe and what wasn’t, he knew what to avoid and places to avoid for foods he normally could eat.
It was moving here that threw him off, not that it was the reason he didn’t eat a lot of non Korean food. He stuck with what was comfortable - what he knew. It was a safe thing and comfort...it was familiar.
His thoughts were derailed, not that they’d been on anything too important, by Tortuga speaking again. “Yes! Would work!” He said at the idea. That he could make and that would work. “Just have to make it where can come off and be attached.” Since he would need it when as a civilian so he could put his pens in it and then power up before attaching it to his uniform. It wouldn’t work if he powered up, with it on, as it would vanish.
“We can do it...make it blend in with uniform.” It would take some time but it could be done - it was a brilliant idea and was the cause for him smiling. “Help me with it? Can also work on costumes since off season?” Conventions weren’t happening now, right? It would allow them to work on costumes if they wanted as well.
The others words, the promise of help, had him smiling. He needed to carry them with him but in something which wouldn’t draw attention and he could work with. He didn’t need it getting in the way while in a fight. They were something to help him not get in the way. “Never worried back home about carrying them - or how. For long time...didn’t have pens at all...not a thing back home.” People had allergies, like himself, but it hadn’t been a thing for a long time - the pens. When they had finally gotten them, when he’d gotten them, he’d never carried them. He was used to knowing what was safe and what wasn’t, he knew what to avoid and places to avoid for foods he normally could eat.
It was moving here that threw him off, not that it was the reason he didn’t eat a lot of non Korean food. He stuck with what was comfortable - what he knew. It was a safe thing and comfort...it was familiar.
His thoughts were derailed, not that they’d been on anything too important, by Tortuga speaking again. “Yes! Would work!” He said at the idea. That he could make and that would work. “Just have to make it where can come off and be attached.” Since he would need it when as a civilian so he could put his pens in it and then power up before attaching it to his uniform. It wouldn’t work if he powered up, with it on, as it would vanish.
“We can do it...make it blend in with uniform.” It would take some time but it could be done - it was a brilliant idea and was the cause for him smiling. “Help me with it? Can also work on costumes since off season?” Conventions weren’t happening now, right? It would allow them to work on costumes if they wanted as well.
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“Of course. It would be like a belt that you could in theory use everyday too although if we make it work with your uniform it might not look right in jeans and a tshirt.” Tortuga smiled and eyed Venice’s outfit already figuring out the best way to make it work with his outfit. “The only issue might be redesigning it around any upgrading when you hit squire and knight. But we will deal with that when it happens.” Briefly he wondered how either of them would look like when they became squires.
“Of course. I've got most of the supplies back at my place.” Tortuga gave the younger page a quizzical look. “Off season? I'm just ramping up for Halloween. Actually getting down to the wire for some of it.” He did the costumes for his family and helped out the neighbors with their decorations, the little you could do in an apartment building. “But yeah we can work on some other stuff too. It won't really overload my schedule. Actually could use your help for a few of them.” He could use the extra hands.
“Of course. I've got most of the supplies back at my place.” Tortuga gave the younger page a quizzical look. “Off season? I'm just ramping up for Halloween. Actually getting down to the wire for some of it.” He did the costumes for his family and helped out the neighbors with their decorations, the little you could do in an apartment building. “But yeah we can work on some other stuff too. It won't really overload my schedule. Actually could use your help for a few of them.” He could use the extra hands.
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For every day, civilian, use he wasn’t worried. He had taken to carrying a messenger bag with him all the time. It had originally been intended just for school use but it served a purpose outside of Destiny City Universities confines as it held whatever he needed but especially the epipens he needed to carry with him. He never wanted to feel like that again, not just like he was suffocating, but the panic that had filled him when he’d realized what was happening and the position he was in. He couldn’t allow that to happen again - ever.
“That will be easy, I hope, fun it will be. Like to work on sewing when I can...making new curtains and bedding for wonder.” And he was planning on making curtains for Erebus’ wonder since there were none there...or none that had survived well enough. Though a lot of windows needed replacing as well, something he had no idea how they’d accomplish.
“Have messenger bag for civilian use...just need for like this.”
“Never had Halloween back home….first time was last year...reused cosplay costume. Have to work on hanbok for family soon…” That was what he also worked on in the off season. Every year his family wore new hanbok, which he made, for the lunar new years. He’d have to ship one to his sister, who was back in South Korea, ahead of their lunar new years visit. He just needed to decide on the colors, he was thinking deep red or purple for himself this year, his mother would get something to match whatever he did for his father. His cousin he’d let give him color ideas, same for his sister, and then would be a trip to purchase all the fabrics.
“Ok! Will help no problem!” Already accepting the idea and happy for it. He liked to work on sewing, it was something he was good at, it would be nice to work with someone else who liked to cosplay.
“That will be easy, I hope, fun it will be. Like to work on sewing when I can...making new curtains and bedding for wonder.” And he was planning on making curtains for Erebus’ wonder since there were none there...or none that had survived well enough. Though a lot of windows needed replacing as well, something he had no idea how they’d accomplish.
“Have messenger bag for civilian use...just need for like this.”
“Never had Halloween back home….first time was last year...reused cosplay costume. Have to work on hanbok for family soon…” That was what he also worked on in the off season. Every year his family wore new hanbok, which he made, for the lunar new years. He’d have to ship one to his sister, who was back in South Korea, ahead of their lunar new years visit. He just needed to decide on the colors, he was thinking deep red or purple for himself this year, his mother would get something to match whatever he did for his father. His cousin he’d let give him color ideas, same for his sister, and then would be a trip to purchase all the fabrics.
“Ok! Will help no problem!” Already accepting the idea and happy for it. He liked to work on sewing, it was something he was good at, it would be nice to work with someone else who liked to cosplay.
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Tortuga gave the other page a smile full of anticipation and excitement. He really couldn't wait to get started. It was almost better that he didn't have to worry about designing the belt for everyday usage, he had to figure out enough as it was.
They could discuss Venice’s shocking lack of knowledge when it came to the preeminent holiday in the states… after Christmas that is. Maybe they could come up with a decent costume for him or Tortuga might be able to resize one of his older ones. So many possibilities. He wasn't going to suggest that Venice pull double duty with his Hanbok, Tortuga might not know a lot about South Korean culture but he knew that those outfits were traditional and as such not stuff to play around in. At least he didn't think so.
So rather than potentially alienate his only friend who was good with his little hobby Tortuga just said, “well if you need help with those I’m game. Haven't tried my hands on anything more culturally significant then a simple kimono. It will be interesting to learn more about it.” His hands itched to get sketching, to write out all the requirements and dimensions, to list materials and tools. To get started. Trying to act more chill then he likely was the older redhead nodded, “well not time like the present. I've got the rest of the night clear if you're good to start now.”
They could discuss Venice’s shocking lack of knowledge when it came to the preeminent holiday in the states… after Christmas that is. Maybe they could come up with a decent costume for him or Tortuga might be able to resize one of his older ones. So many possibilities. He wasn't going to suggest that Venice pull double duty with his Hanbok, Tortuga might not know a lot about South Korean culture but he knew that those outfits were traditional and as such not stuff to play around in. At least he didn't think so.
So rather than potentially alienate his only friend who was good with his little hobby Tortuga just said, “well if you need help with those I’m game. Haven't tried my hands on anything more culturally significant then a simple kimono. It will be interesting to learn more about it.” His hands itched to get sketching, to write out all the requirements and dimensions, to list materials and tools. To get started. Trying to act more chill then he likely was the older redhead nodded, “well not time like the present. I've got the rest of the night clear if you're good to start now.”
