it really is asking to get stabbed again—because yves isn't scared of being pulled in close. he couldn't feel any pain before. and now, he can barely even feel the warmth and touch from his friends.
so he turns the sword in his hand and will cut at jiaoqiu again since he's made it so easy ]
[ the sword goes through his shoulder this time - a clean, all the way through sort of motion, and listen, jiaoqiu is not built for damage. the noise he makes is strangled, cut off, and his grip on yves loosens from the pain of it.
what does he do? what is he supposed to do here? he can't just let him kill them. jiaoqiu especially can't die, he isn't done. the dream talk is nonsense, it has to just be... the nightmares, they must've done something, the shadows? something is infecting yves, he'd never do this, jiaoqiu thinks.
he has to stop him. snap him out of it, somehow, it's just that he can't do that if he dies first. yves is already dead, he's already --
jiaoqiu yanks himself away, stumbling backwards, and reaches for the gun he's got hidden away. he's not a great shot, but he'll aim.
because yves doesn't. violence is common. death is common. how fitting is it that he's dead already? again? always again. always him. it's like he was never meant to live at all. maybe mother and father were right. maybe he's always been the monster.
death's puppet.
cursed to bring ruin to all who dwell near, and these people, these dear, dear people he'd do anything for—have just been caught in his spell.
madman thinks bringing a sword to a gunfight is a good idea and charges at jiaoqiu again without fear. ]
yves comes running, and jiaoqiu knows if he doesn't shoot, he'll be killed. he knows there isn't going to be stopping this without violence. that's just the way the world works, sometimes. and something in him wails, just a bit, about hurting someone who doesn't deserve it - who isn't under his own control, who is too apathetic or too angry or --
but those memories don't belong to this jiaoqiu, and he pushes them away, one hand on his gun and the other trying to staunch the wound in his gut.
marcoh comes in, grabbing at yves, and jiaoqiu shoots - he's never shot a gun before and he isn't thinking well enough to aim, so. even if he might mean to just incapacitate, it might not happen. ]
[ HIS ASS IS CAPPED!!!!! is that how the answering saying goes
anyway
the bullet hits him square in the chest—and he coughs up blood. it's fine. he's already dead. what could this hurt? (heart pierced by a friend, it's this again, why wouldn't it be this)
it's as his blood leaves him and red continues to stain his uniform that yves starts convulsing suddenly, the edges of his form going blurry. transparent, incorporeal, and then real, solid, in alternating flickers. the sword clatters to the ground, stained with the blood of all his friends, and his fingers, hands, limbs bend and split at odd, inhuman angles. how his bones do that.
his eyes roll until there's only the whites of them to be seen, and he gasps out, raspy and red: ]
jiaoqiu has enough presence of mind to not drop the gun - he doesn't want to hurt anybody else, but accidents happen. he holds it with his shaking hand, and stares down at yves, pale, useless for a long moment - and then he sets the gun aside to scramble over to him. he didn't want to kill him, he didn't think that he could. he's a ghost, this shouldn't be happening.
transparent and incorporeal or not, jiaoqiu tries to stop the bleeding, pulling his hoodie off to press it against his chest - tries to save him, even though he's convulsing, even though there's not really a way to pull a bullet out like this. ]
Siffrin just watches nearby, and just not going to put it lightly he is hard dissociating right now to stop from just snapping and going insane right now yaaay.
He will linger nearby and if he's told to do anything helpwise he will snap to attention and do so but... until then, he's just gonna stand here helplessly. Trying not to think about losing him losing anyone not again not like this oh stars why why why. ]
[ For the sake of our sanities we will not think about the bullet piercing through with Marcoh right behind him it didn't make it through his extremely hard ghosty body. He lets go, or at least his grasp loosens to let Yves down to the ground, easier for Jiaoqiu to try to stem it. ]
It's alright -- you're going to be alright, Yves. Hang on.
[ YEAH HOW DOES A GHOST DIE? USES MY BRAIN SPACE TO SCRY IF A GHOST CAN DIE ]
[ CAN a ghost die? ty said NO!!!! FOR SOME REASON! so here we are instead with yves bleeding profusely with his fucking ghost blood, but somehow still not dying. he gasps out for air at some point, but the convulsing stops. his form settles on being less corporeal, exhausted.
and then everything he just did hits him all at once. tears prick at the corners of his eyes and his voice is shaky. ]
.... sorry... [ and then more cognizant ] Sor— I'm sorry....
[ gently - someone had said once to him that his bedside manner was terrible, but it isn't here. here, jiaoqiu does the best he can, taking care not to hurt yves more than he has to. more than he already has. they don't exactly have anything to get the damn bullet out, but he'll do his best with the supplies they've got.
he caused the bullet hole, so he'll fix it. it weighs heavily.
he's also bleeding a whole lot but it's fine, all of you are going to get treated before he does anything more than a cursory plug the holes that are leaking check. ]
[ All of them will need some serious service care mom can we have free emergency care thanks but first ghost care. Let's keep all the inside blood inside okay.
Siffrin will just keep their own self mostly kept together while offering Yves a careful rub at his back. It's fine, he'll be okay, they'll be okay. Sucks in a deep breath themselves, trying not to cough at the sheer sting and pain of it, and release it.
Deep breaths in and out. Though fumbling to find their own eyepatch from where they lost it earlier. Mmm, can't fully repair so they'll tie together what they can and try to cover up their own ugly scar and just sit down. ]
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it really is asking to get stabbed again—because yves isn't scared of being pulled in close. he couldn't feel any pain before. and now, he can barely even feel the warmth and touch from his friends.
so he turns the sword in his hand and will cut at jiaoqiu again since he's made it so easy ]
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what does he do? what is he supposed to do here? he can't just let him kill them. jiaoqiu especially can't die, he isn't done. the dream talk is nonsense, it has to just be... the nightmares, they must've done something, the shadows? something is infecting yves, he'd never do this, jiaoqiu thinks.
he has to stop him. snap him out of it, somehow, it's just that he can't do that if he dies first. yves is already dead, he's already --
jiaoqiu yanks himself away, stumbling backwards, and reaches for the gun he's got hidden away. he's not a great shot, but he'll aim.
and hesitates. ]
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because yves doesn't. violence is common. death is common. how fitting is it that he's dead already? again? always again. always him. it's like he was never meant to live at all. maybe mother and father were right. maybe he's always been the monster.
death's puppet.
cursed to bring ruin to all who dwell near, and these people, these dear, dear people he'd do anything for—have just been caught in his spell.
madman thinks bringing a sword to a gunfight is a good idea and charges at jiaoqiu again without fear. ]
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yves comes running, and jiaoqiu knows if he doesn't shoot, he'll be killed. he knows there isn't going to be stopping this without violence. that's just the way the world works, sometimes. and something in him wails, just a bit, about hurting someone who doesn't deserve it - who isn't under his own control, who is too apathetic or too angry or --
but those memories don't belong to this jiaoqiu, and he pushes them away, one hand on his gun and the other trying to staunch the wound in his gut.
marcoh comes in, grabbing at yves, and jiaoqiu shoots - he's never shot a gun before and he isn't thinking well enough to aim, so. even if he might mean to just incapacitate, it might not happen. ]
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anyway
the bullet hits him square in the chest—and he coughs up blood. it's fine. he's already dead. what could this hurt? (heart pierced by a friend, it's this again, why wouldn't it be this)
it's as his blood leaves him and red continues to stain his uniform that yves starts convulsing suddenly, the edges of his form going blurry. transparent, incorporeal, and then real, solid, in alternating flickers. the sword clatters to the ground, stained with the blood of all his friends, and his fingers, hands, limbs bend and split at odd, inhuman angles. how his bones do that.
his eyes roll until there's only the whites of them to be seen, and he gasps out, raspy and red: ]
Unmaker, Unmaker.
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jiaoqiu has enough presence of mind to not drop the gun - he doesn't want to hurt anybody else, but accidents happen. he holds it with his shaking hand, and stares down at yves, pale, useless for a long moment - and then he sets the gun aside to scramble over to him. he didn't want to kill him, he didn't think that he could. he's a ghost, this shouldn't be happening.
transparent and incorporeal or not, jiaoqiu tries to stop the bleeding, pulling his hoodie off to press it against his chest - tries to save him, even though he's convulsing, even though there's not really a way to pull a bullet out like this. ]
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Siffrin just watches nearby, and just not going to put it lightly he is hard dissociating right now to stop from just snapping and going insane right now yaaay.
He will linger nearby and if he's told to do anything helpwise he will snap to attention and do so but... until then, he's just gonna stand here helplessly. Trying not to think about losing him losing anyone not again not like this oh stars why why why. ]
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[ For the sake of our sanities we will not think about the bullet piercing through with Marcoh right behind him it didn't make it through his extremely hard ghosty body. He lets go, or at least his grasp loosens to let Yves down to the ground, easier for Jiaoqiu to try to stem it. ]
It's alright -- you're going to be alright, Yves. Hang on.
[ YEAH HOW DOES A GHOST DIE? USES MY BRAIN SPACE TO SCRY IF A GHOST CAN DIE ]
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and then everything he just did hits him all at once. tears prick at the corners of his eyes and his voice is shaky. ]
.... sorry... [ and then more cognizant ] Sor— I'm sorry....
Think somethin's.... wrong with... me..
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[ gently - someone had said once to him that his bedside manner was terrible, but it isn't here. here, jiaoqiu does the best he can, taking care not to hurt yves more than he has to. more than he already has. they don't exactly have anything to get the damn bullet out, but he'll do his best with the supplies they've got.
he caused the bullet hole, so he'll fix it. it weighs heavily.
he's also bleeding a whole lot but it's fine, all of you are going to get treated before he does anything more than a cursory plug the holes that are leaking check. ]
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Siffrin will just keep their own self mostly kept together while offering Yves a careful rub at his back. It's fine, he'll be okay, they'll be okay. Sucks in a deep breath themselves, trying not to cough at the sheer sting and pain of it, and release it.
Deep breaths in and out. Though fumbling to find their own eyepatch from where they lost it earlier. Mmm, can't fully repair so they'll tie together what they can and try to cover up their own ugly scar and just sit down. ]