[ Hey, there's three of these creatures so there's no way Siffrin is going to hide behind them. They're going to help and deal with the mess they've created. A knife would be the handiest to find and wield here but they can use some kinda gadget gizmo to use in the meanwhile.
Even though Siffrin is probably the closest to the creatures if they're trying to pin, he'll swing to try and strike at them. Even if their stomach still hurts. But oh, things look like they might be taking a turn for the worst. ]
They came because of me, I'm - [ It's because of what they are. They need to talk, to say it. Their friends know a bit of it already, that they can interact with their dreams and create things but. ] I'm a Dreamer, creating things, interacting with - Cabeswater was shrouded in darkness, I saw the door still cracked open but I shouldn't have dreamed and gone there.
I wasn't careful and they came here because of me. [ Came with them to the waking world here. Nightmares really did just hitched a free ride, because they were stupid and not careful enough! Yippee! ]
[ he'll go for something to defend himself with, then. maybe if he can find a screwdriver, he'll do that, scrambling to his feet with it. he doesn't go too far from marcoh and yves, relying on them to protect him from the worst of it, and stands with siffrin to try and strike at the creatures as well.
it's just. the cries of anguish are really getting to him. there's something familiar about it. save us, help us - he shakes his head, and adjusts, stabbing at any of the shadows that come close.
as for what sif says: ]
For now, blame isn't important. We'll handle them together, and then we can talk about it --
[ slaps at one of the shadows with his makeshift weapon!! ]
[ yves will tune back into the conversation in a second—the claw snagging at his mask makes something terrified leak into his voice. his arm snaps automatically, harsher than he normally would to disengage from the claw that snags at the edges of his mask. he'll even accept it clawing into his skin to spare his mask. he does everything he can to get away while still angling himself to stand between the shadows and jiaoqiu and siffrin
when the blood stops rushing to his head in a spike of adrenaline, he breathes in and out to regain himself. his movements becomes more defensive at marcoh's attempts at negotiation, focusing on keeping distance and protecting his siffrin and jiaoqiu. he hears the anguished cries, the confusion—]
If you don't rush us, we won't attack you.
[ but also he's not going to let them get curbstomped by a surprise attack ]
[ okay well blue hung up on them because you said the door was open and she’s busy going “what the fuck”, so she’s unaware you’re all going to get eaten.
negotiating doesn’t seem to be on the table. n fact, it just makes them uneasy, and one of them attempts to claw at the wood in marcoh’s hand. which, also, yes it feels like burning.
it is your fault, isn’t it siffrin? you dreamt them, these little things that hid in the corners of your mind. the ones you tried to ignore, the ones you don’t want to remember. but you should remember, shouldn’t you? how would you feel if you were pushed aside when you were no longer needed? like you didn’t matter nearly as much as you thought.
you wouldn’t like it very much, would you….?
and now here you are, the actions of your consequences, of thinking you could buy their loyalty by keeping things to yourself and protecting them. who are you protecting, exactly?
the creature closest to marcoh turns, and as its face turns to you, you see a girl’s face, eyes black and face contorted in anger. it rushes, quickly picking you up and throwing you straight into the window and pinning you there. you feel the glass cracking under the weight of you and this monster… boy is that a long way to the ground.
jiaoqiu joins the fight, and the cries of pain ring louder in his ear, echoing and weaving into his brain, mingled animal yowls and the screams of a woman, a familiar one, and as he draws his weapon back for a strike, it comes away inky and bloody as her eyes flicker, fighting for control. her ears twitch maddeningly, listening to something none of you can hear, and she hisses before launching to baseslide around him and sink her teeth into the back of his shoulder blade.
and yves… yves is trying, trying to protect and trying to rationalize, but when has fear ever been rational? the edges of your mask burn, thin little slices across your cheek as this third creature refuses to let go. it seems to dig, deeper and deeper, trying to pry and lift and unearth before bodily slamming you to the floor.
being a ghost won’t save you from your deepest wounds.
the room grows darker, and marcoh will find tendrils of deadened vines leaving the wings, claws, teeth and eyes of these monsters, whipping around in an attempt to bind him.
[ Marcoh will bat at the hand batting the wood, it's fine. What's not so fine is all three of them leaping into action, shifting shapes and attacking. It's his first instinct to swing, to protect them from the danger, that's what he does -- but dead forest blocks his way.
Fine, he'll fight for it. It's less a matter of strength for him and more a matter of how fast he can get there. He thwacks at them before they can get too much of a hold on him, trying to start with the person closest to him first. ]
[ No, no. Of course they want to remember.. they should, they have to, what else have they forgotten if so? Their head hurts, it hurts and hurts and there's the taste of bile and iron in their throat. Remember, remember. What are they remembering? They don't.. they don't want to stop being needed. Please, they want to mean something, they don't want to be forgotten, too.
Their steps stagger, falter, staring at ghosts and faces of one they should know. Someone so kind-hearted, so soft, so gentle, warm and always welcoming. Always so patient and kind to them. Siffrin is trying to.. protect them. The ones they care about, who they love. That's all. Everything is for them, it always has been, hasn't it?
But they still have to fight. Force themselves into the motion, wielding their tool to aim to keep busy on them (Mirabelle, Mira Mira Mira) and it's the weight that crashes them down into a pin. Siffrin tries to grasp onto anything, something to try and pry them away without really hurting her just to keep away from him - nono no, they have to do something. Is there a way to take care of them, if they came here because of Siffrin - ]
Fight back!
[ Don't let them get to you, please please, he's sorry he messed this up so badly and he'll pay for it if he has to but not them not them. Don't hurt them. ]
[ oh, this is actually a nightmare. this is the one person he would not be able to defend himself from - physically or emotionally. the woman whirls on him, and the moon rage burns brightly in her eyes, sends something terrified and full of dread down his spine. this is not the end he wanted for her.
fight back, siffrin says. haha... ]
No - no, Feixiao. Listen to me. [ he says, sharply, trying to snap her out of it, but of course, his words fall on deaf ears. she is lost to him. his purpose, feral in front of him, everything she never wanted to be.
he tries her name one more time, but it's useless - she sinks her fangs into him and there's panic in the response, a trauma that he doesn't even fucking remember in this universe. it's disorienting, and he lets out a strangled sound of pain as he instinctively tries to yank her teeth out of his shoulder. bloodwine, he thinks, nonsensically, as he stumbles, dropping the screwdriver.
his instinct, as ever, is to hold onto her. so he does. he tries to grab for her wrists, to stop her. he can't hurt her. he can't. ]
[ the absolutely insane mental gymnastics yves suddenly goes through in 0.02 seconds.
heartache upon seeing adolphe again. relief that it's him, because he's suddenly less worried about the mask. adolphe has seen the scar—and even if adolphe can't love him, he never turned away. as long as he gets through this and has the mask on before the others are done fighting, he doesn't have to hide.
and then finally the spike of irritation because he can't tell if this is something wearing adolphe's face or something has truly happened to his best friend to put him in this state. he yelps when he's bodily slammed to the floor, but it's more in surprise than anything else. blood drips down his face and his already bruised bones crack in a way that's totally healthy and fine, but he persists like he doesn't feel a thing ]
I don't go down that easy! If you're really Adolphe, you'd know that!
[ which is why he's going to wrestle with adolphe like it's second nature, so used to training with him. he tries to use the pipe in his hand to pry adolphe off of him before kneeing him in the gut with bruising force
[ marcoh’s busy trying to hit everything he can, and he smashes into the mirabelle-shaped creature that squishes siffrin against the glass, hard enough to bruise and nearly enough to try and tear at their clothing.
siffrin is trying to get away, the tool in their hand heavy with the weight of responsibility as there’s pressure on their windpipe suddenly with their call to action.
jiaoqiu, our poor, sweet healer, really is making a choice as feixiao outright howls, blood in her teeth and flesh torn open at his shoulder, and even as he holds onto her she sideswipes at his face. don’t look at her, don’t look at her, don’t look at her.
the french revolution smashes to the floor, and the knee to the gut sends the adolphe-creature skittering back, suddenly a vision with two, four, eight legs. it crawls sideways like a crab, dodging out of the way before lashing out against yves’ arm, a tendril wrapped around his wrist and burning into it to still the pipe.
but suddenly, then, there are those words.
Let them go!
the words spoken, powerful and forceful, stop all of the creatures in their tracks until in unison there’s a high-pitched screech that shatters the window. siffrin is tossed aside, and all three monsters slither away, scuttling across the floor and leaping out into the night. one of them lands heavily on the hood of someone’s car, denting the top as it flees.
light slowly filters back into the warehouse, and the four of you begin to breathe again. ]
[ Ah yes the French and Chinese are infighting and the lone Italian is doing his best here. Augh, he winces at the high-pitched screech, flinching as he tries to reach out to help Siffrin get back up. ]
Up on your feet Siffrin... Jiaoqiu, Yves -- are you alright?
[ Alll-mer Jesus Christ, did he do that? ALSO MY UGLY-ASS ORANGE CAMARO!!!!!! Jk that thing is so jank anyways it'll live.
Do we keep med supplies in our warehouse. Neosporin... ]
[ The French, Chinese, lone Italian and (Redacted) group walk into a gay large warehouse.
Their windpipe felt like it was getting crushed there and then they were just tossed aside like a sack of potatoes but hey they're fine. They will take a moment to just lay there, wheezing, trying to catch their breath and recompose themselves with.. whatever injuries they have now they don't even know or much less care.
Everyone else is okay? They're fine? Maybe not fine, but at least alive and that is. Good. That's all that matters. One hand will try to grip at Marcoh as he helps him up, wheezing a strained breath and offers a
anyway cool, jiaoqiu's just going to lay here on the ground and bleed from the shoulder and face. that's it that's the tag, he's emotionally compromised and he doesn't even know why. he doesn't answer because he's sad. ]
the burn sears against skin but yves doesn't flinch, doesn't even notice. he's about to slam his boot against crabdolphe's side when there's suddenly that screech. it slithers away. the screech. it's over.
and then he drops to his knees and hunches over, bowing his head so it's impossible to see his face.]
Don't look. Sorry just one second—
[ all his effort is going to immediately fixing his mask, whatever burned bits might need to be shifted around, so that it can cover what he needs it to cover. frantic. frightened. he'll tune back in in a second. promise. ]
[ He's stupid he doesn't get jokes. Anyway he's gonna get. A medkit? I would hope I have one around the bees fucking got me once they won't get me again.
Come on, starting on perhaps Jiaoqiu first because he looks the most fucked up right now. His own hand hurts but he'll give it a fast wrap and figure it out. ]
[ Siffrin is doing his best not to fuss over Jiaoqiu, letting Marcoh take the medkit and go over to help him. He needs the most attention to currently.
So, they turn their attention on Yves. ..No, not exactly. They hear his words, the way he curls up to hide and cover and they just move automatically. Their steps are quiet and they move to position themselves to offer Yves more cover, keeping their back to him. ..It feels a little familiar when they do. Like they've done something like that before, a scene in which they helped cover for someone who's fear of heights kicked in...
Well. Whatever memory that was, it's gone. They keep themselves here, allowing Yves the time he needs to fix what he needs to. Keeping their gaze watching Marcoh and Jiaoqiu both. ]
..Try to take deep breaths. [ You know, how Siffrin does. In, and out. Will take the time to quietly dissociate themselves now though thanks they fucked up big time Knuckles. ]
[ jiaoqiu stares at the ceiling for a couple of moments, just deadeyed. the memories are already shivering away from him - he knows feixiao, but he can't remember why. she's not important. she shouldn't be.
he pulls himself up to sit when marcoh comes over to him, expression flat - until the pain of it kicks in, and he winces. hhhgh. ]
... I'm alright. [ he repeats, after a second, and then reaches for the medkit that marcoh has like he's going to wrap his own wounds. instinctive. to marcoh, first, because he's closest: ]
That... are you alright? Your hand -- how did you get them to leave?
[ it's a little disjointed because he's out of sorts, but he's pulling himself together. ]
[ yves normally thrives on attention. he loves being with others, loves making them smile—but this moment? when the mask slips? he shrinks away. siffrin is so good, so kind, so thoughtful—but he doesn't want to be seen. don't look at him don't look at him don't look at him don't even acknowledge his existence
so he flinches and falls silent. he fixes his mask. he doesn't mind the burn or the ways in which he got clawed despite being a ghost. is he just. bleeding again? as a ghost? ghost blood?
the confusion of it all will hit him in a second but once he's fixed his mask again, he—adjusts.
... I don't know. I shouted at them to let you guys go, and they fled.
[ So it does kind of feel like they listened to him but he's not totally sure what it is? He has no reason to believe he should have cool powers, he already has money so that makes him invalid.
He'll let Jiaoqiu bandage his own wounds as necessary but he's not going to really leave, aside from maybe a quick dip to get them all a bottle of water each. ]
[ It's okay, Yves. Siffrin will do their best to not give attention in this moment outside the cover. Mostly zoning out, listening to Marcoh and Jiaoqiu talk, ignoring the way their own head throbs. Their throat still hurts. Their expression falling as their thoughts fester, distracted, only startling awake as they hear Yves's voice sound up behind them.
They don't turn around though, just peering down at themselves like oh... right. ]
I'm fine. I don't think it's that bad..
[ Genuinely unsure, even though the stabbing pain felt awful in his dreams and the waking world but it's probably fine? Unless Ty is about to say yeah you're bleeding quite a bit what the fuck are you talking about. Which that would be fine too, Jiaoqiu is so much worse off. Siffrin will live! Thank you for the water Marcoh. ]
[ he will accept help from marcoh if he wants to help, but otherwise he will just gently bandaged his own bleeding shoulder and clean off his clawed face. it aches so bad, like worse than it should, maybe. like it's just wounds on top of wounds, layered. it's something he buries away, easily enough.
he's fine. he's absolutely fine. ]
Let us look anyway. [ to siffrin, and then: ] Come here, the three of you. Let me look you over.
[ even in another world he can't stop himself from getting his healer hands all over everything. ]
[ yves will come over obediently enough, but he'll politely request: ] Don't touch my mask, please.
[
he's unhelpful though because he'll wait for jiaoqiu's instruction on what to show because he doesn't seem to register his burns on his wrist or the claw marks on his face ]
[ I ain't got anything new to add as we try to start focusing on our Day 2 shenanigans but yes Marcoh will help everyone get their nerves settled, check in on everyones wounds, make sure we're all bandaged up, and clean up the broken glass and stuff. Everyone get hydrated and try to get a wink of rest. ]
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Even though Siffrin is probably the closest to the creatures if they're trying to pin, he'll swing to try and strike at them. Even if their stomach still hurts. But oh, things look like they might be taking a turn for the worst. ]
They came because of me, I'm - [ It's because of what they are. They need to talk, to say it. Their friends know a bit of it already, that they can interact with their dreams and create things but. ] I'm a Dreamer, creating things, interacting with - Cabeswater was shrouded in darkness, I saw the door still cracked open but I shouldn't have dreamed and gone there.
I wasn't careful and they came here because of me. [ Came with them to the waking world here. Nightmares really did just hitched a free ride, because they were stupid and not careful enough! Yippee! ]
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it's just. the cries of anguish are really getting to him. there's something familiar about it. save us, help us - he shakes his head, and adjusts, stabbing at any of the shadows that come close.
as for what sif says: ]
For now, blame isn't important. We'll handle them together, and then we can talk about it --
[ slaps at one of the shadows with his makeshift weapon!! ]
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[ yves will tune back into the conversation in a second—the claw snagging at his mask makes something terrified leak into his voice. his arm snaps automatically, harsher than he normally would to disengage from the claw that snags at the edges of his mask. he'll even accept it clawing into his skin to spare his mask. he does everything he can to get away while still angling himself to stand between the shadows and jiaoqiu and siffrin
when the blood stops rushing to his head in a spike of adrenaline, he breathes in and out to regain himself. his movements becomes more defensive at marcoh's attempts at negotiation, focusing on keeping distance and protecting his siffrin and jiaoqiu. he hears the anguished cries, the confusion—]
If you don't rush us, we won't attack you.
[ but also he's not going to let them get curbstomped by a surprise attack ]
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negotiating doesn’t seem to be on the table. n fact, it just makes them uneasy, and one of them attempts to claw at the wood in marcoh’s hand. which, also, yes it feels like burning.
it is your fault, isn’t it siffrin? you dreamt them, these little things that hid in the corners of your mind. the ones you tried to ignore, the ones you don’t want to remember. but you should remember, shouldn’t you? how would you feel if you were pushed aside when you were no longer needed? like you didn’t matter nearly as much as you thought.
you wouldn’t like it very much, would you….?
and now here you are, the actions of your consequences, of thinking you could buy their loyalty by keeping things to yourself and protecting them. who are you protecting, exactly?
the creature closest to marcoh turns, and as its face turns to you, you see a girl’s face, eyes black and face contorted in anger. it rushes, quickly picking you up and throwing you straight into the window and pinning you there. you feel the glass cracking under the weight of you and this monster… boy is that a long way to the ground.
jiaoqiu joins the fight, and the cries of pain ring louder in his ear, echoing and weaving into his brain, mingled animal yowls and the screams of a woman, a familiar one, and as he draws his weapon back for a strike, it comes away inky and bloody as her eyes flicker, fighting for control. her ears twitch maddeningly, listening to something none of you can hear, and she hisses before launching to baseslide around him and sink her teeth into the back of his shoulder blade.
and yves… yves is trying, trying to protect and trying to rationalize, but when has fear ever been rational? the edges of your mask burn, thin little slices across your cheek as this third creature refuses to let go. it seems to dig, deeper and deeper, trying to pry and lift and unearth before bodily slamming you to the floor.
being a ghost won’t save you from your deepest wounds.
the room grows darker, and marcoh will find tendrils of deadened vines leaving the wings, claws, teeth and eyes of these monsters, whipping around in an attempt to bind him.
would you like to still negotiate? ]
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Fine, he'll fight for it. It's less a matter of strength for him and more a matter of how fast he can get there. He thwacks at them before they can get too much of a hold on him, trying to start with the person closest to him first. ]
Let them go!
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Their steps stagger, falter, staring at ghosts and faces of one they should know. Someone so kind-hearted, so soft, so gentle, warm and always welcoming. Always so patient and kind to them. Siffrin is trying to.. protect them. The ones they care about, who they love. That's all. Everything is for them, it always has been, hasn't it?
But they still have to fight. Force themselves into the motion, wielding their tool to aim to keep busy on them (Mirabelle, Mira Mira Mira) and it's the weight that crashes them down into a pin. Siffrin tries to grasp onto anything, something to try and pry them away without really hurting her just to keep away from him - nono no, they have to do something. Is there a way to take care of them, if they came here because of Siffrin - ]
Fight back!
[ Don't let them get to you, please please, he's sorry he messed this up so badly and he'll pay for it if he has to but not them not them. Don't hurt them. ]
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fight back, siffrin says. haha... ]
No - no, Feixiao. Listen to me. [ he says, sharply, trying to snap her out of it, but of course, his words fall on deaf ears. she is lost to him. his purpose, feral in front of him, everything she never wanted to be.
he tries her name one more time, but it's useless - she sinks her fangs into him and there's panic in the response, a trauma that he doesn't even fucking remember in this universe. it's disorienting, and he lets out a strangled sound of pain as he instinctively tries to yank her teeth out of his shoulder. bloodwine, he thinks, nonsensically, as he stumbles, dropping the screwdriver.
his instinct, as ever, is to hold onto her. so he does. he tries to grab for her wrists, to stop her. he can't hurt her. he can't. ]
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heartache upon seeing adolphe again. relief that it's him, because he's suddenly less worried about the mask. adolphe has seen the scar—and even if adolphe can't love him, he never turned away. as long as he gets through this and has the mask on before the others are done fighting, he doesn't have to hide.
and then finally the spike of irritation because he can't tell if this is something wearing adolphe's face or something has truly happened to his best friend to put him in this state. he yelps when he's bodily slammed to the floor, but it's more in surprise than anything else. blood drips down his face and his already bruised bones crack in a way that's totally healthy and fine, but he persists like he doesn't feel a thing ]
I don't go down that easy! If you're really Adolphe, you'd know that!
[ which is why he's going to wrestle with adolphe like it's second nature, so used to training with him. he tries to use the pipe in his hand to pry adolphe off of him before kneeing him in the gut with bruising force
sorry bestie he loves you sooooooo much ]
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siffrin is trying to get away, the tool in their hand heavy with the weight of responsibility as there’s pressure on their windpipe suddenly with their call to action.
jiaoqiu, our poor, sweet healer, really is making a choice as feixiao outright howls, blood in her teeth and flesh torn open at his shoulder, and even as he holds onto her she sideswipes at his face. don’t look at her, don’t look at her, don’t look at her.
the french revolution smashes to the floor, and the knee to the gut sends the adolphe-creature skittering back, suddenly a vision with two, four, eight legs. it crawls sideways like a crab, dodging out of the way before lashing out against yves’ arm, a tendril wrapped around his wrist and burning into it to still the pipe.
but suddenly, then, there are those words.
Let them go!
the words spoken, powerful and forceful, stop all of the creatures in their tracks until in unison there’s a high-pitched screech that shatters the window. siffrin is tossed aside, and all three monsters slither away, scuttling across the floor and leaping out into the night. one of them lands heavily on the hood of someone’s car, denting the top as it flees.
light slowly filters back into the warehouse, and the four of you begin to breathe again. ]
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Up on your feet Siffrin... Jiaoqiu, Yves -- are you alright?
[ Alll-mer Jesus Christ, did he do that? ALSO MY UGLY-ASS ORANGE CAMARO!!!!!! Jk that thing is so jank anyways it'll live.
Do we keep med supplies in our warehouse. Neosporin... ]
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Their windpipe felt like it was getting crushed there and then they were just tossed aside like a sack of potatoes but hey they're fine. They will take a moment to just lay there, wheezing, trying to catch their breath and recompose themselves with.. whatever injuries they have now they don't even know or much less care.
Everyone else is okay? They're fine? Maybe not fine, but at least alive and that is. Good. That's all that matters. One hand will try to grip at Marcoh as he helps him up, wheezing a strained breath and offers a
thumbs up. ] Guess I overslept the situation.
[ Hehe? A pun in these hard trying times? ]
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anyway cool, jiaoqiu's just going to lay here on the ground and bleed from the shoulder and face. that's it that's the tag, he's emotionally compromised and he doesn't even know why. he doesn't answer because he's sad. ]
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the burn sears against skin but yves doesn't flinch, doesn't even notice. he's about to slam his boot against crabdolphe's side when there's suddenly that screech. it slithers away. the screech. it's over.
and then he drops to his knees and hunches over, bowing his head so it's impossible to see his face.]
Don't look. Sorry just one second—
[ all his effort is going to immediately fixing his mask, whatever burned bits might need to be shifted around, so that it can cover what he needs it to cover. frantic. frightened. he'll tune back in in a second. promise. ]
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[ He's stupid he doesn't get jokes. Anyway he's gonna get. A medkit? I would hope I have one around the bees fucking got me once they won't get me again.
Come on, starting on perhaps Jiaoqiu first because he looks the most fucked up right now. His own hand hurts but he'll give it a fast wrap and figure it out. ]
Focus, everyone. It's just us. You're alright.
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[ Siffrin is doing his best not to fuss over Jiaoqiu, letting Marcoh take the medkit and go over to help him. He needs the most attention to currently.
So, they turn their attention on Yves. ..No, not exactly. They hear his words, the way he curls up to hide and cover and they just move automatically. Their steps are quiet and they move to position themselves to offer Yves more cover, keeping their back to him. ..It feels a little familiar when they do. Like they've done something like that before, a scene in which they helped cover for someone who's fear of heights kicked in...
Well. Whatever memory that was, it's gone. They keep themselves here, allowing Yves the time he needs to fix what he needs to. Keeping their gaze watching Marcoh and Jiaoqiu both. ]
..Try to take deep breaths. [ You know, how Siffrin does. In, and out. Will take the time to quietly dissociate themselves now though thanks they fucked up big time Knuckles. ]
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he pulls himself up to sit when marcoh comes over to him, expression flat - until the pain of it kicks in, and he winces. hhhgh. ]
... I'm alright. [ he repeats, after a second, and then reaches for the medkit that marcoh has like he's going to wrap his own wounds. instinctive. to marcoh, first, because he's closest: ]
That... are you alright? Your hand -- how did you get them to leave?
[ it's a little disjointed because he's out of sorts, but he's pulling himself together. ]
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so he flinches and falls silent. he fixes his mask. he doesn't mind the burn or the ways in which he got clawed despite being a ghost. is he just. bleeding again? as a ghost? ghost blood?
the confusion of it all will hit him in a second but once he's fixed his mask again, he—adjusts.
lace mask back in place and composure regained ]
Siff, you should let us look at your stomach.
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[ So it does kind of feel like they listened to him but he's not totally sure what it is? He has no reason to believe he should have cool powers, he already has money so that makes him invalid.
He'll let Jiaoqiu bandage his own wounds as necessary but he's not going to really leave, aside from maybe a quick dip to get them all a bottle of water each. ]
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They don't turn around though, just peering down at themselves like oh... right. ]
I'm fine. I don't think it's that bad..
[ Genuinely unsure, even though the stabbing pain felt awful in his dreams and the waking world but it's probably fine? Unless Ty is about to say yeah you're bleeding quite a bit what the fuck are you talking about. Which that would be fine too, Jiaoqiu is so much worse off. Siffrin will live! Thank you for the water Marcoh. ]
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he's fine. he's absolutely fine. ]
Let us look anyway. [ to siffrin, and then: ] Come here, the three of you. Let me look you over.
[ even in another world he can't stop himself from getting his healer hands all over everything. ]
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[
he's unhelpful though because he'll wait for jiaoqiu's instruction on what to show because he doesn't seem to register his burns on his wrist or the claw marks on his face ]
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