towerofanimus | Infighting Week Two

Infighting Week Two

Characters: any character participating in the Infighting event
Setting: pods, week two of the event
Format: any
Summary: All week two Infighting event threads should go in here, to keep things organized.
Warnings: horror, trauma, experiment results, impossible geometry, cabin fever

[Week Two Information]
[Week One]
Dax's Pod
Riki's Pod
Jason's Pod
End of Week Two

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_{[Her second surgery had been a very quick, simple affair. She wasn't sure what the point was of just shoving the damn thing in there wholesale, considering the penalty pain seemed to have just come from her skull clamping down.

The three hours of waiting for the drug to wear off are spent first on nonchalance, then a building dread that something is wrong. It's like her body is waking up in stages from a deep sleep that it had been in, even from before the surgery - and it's waking up from that deep sleep sore and angry at her. Nervously, she sits back and waits for this, too, to pass.

It doesn't.

It doesn't go away and it's not going to go away it's never going to go away and it's starting to get blurry and unbelievable that there's much to her or her cell other than hurting-- that's got to be wrong.

Time. She's got to keep time again. So that she can kill each second as it passes, and assure herself there's a future past this.]}

One. Two. Three. Four.

_{[What was after four? Four seemed like the end, but it clearly wasn't. She repeated the number a few times, trying to stutter past it into the rest of the numbers.]}

Four, four... _four...

_{[She can't do it. She can't even make it a minute, she can't even make it ten seconds. That four morphs into a sob.]}

Sayaka...?

[Feferi wants to ask what they did.]

I'm here, if you need anything...

[It sounds hollow. Too hollow. But it's all she can think to say.]

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_{[Her voice is choked up when she answers, but it's got some mirth in it-- having to ask for help with counting, after all? It's ridiculous.]}

I keep losing count every time.

Tell me when a minute's up, okay? I can't tell how long one's supposed to feel.

[...that thought is sad, that they would take such a common, necessary ability away. But her voice is even when she answers.]

Okay.

[Feferi whispers the seconds as she counts, one to sixty.]

That's a minute. [She counts a second one, too, voice a little louder.]

One minute. Okay. I just have to see... if I can make it for three. I could before.

_{[It felt hours longer than it did before, though. Three minutes is going to be a lifetime, isn't it...?]}

...five. Six. Seven. Eight.

[What's that sound, Sayaka? That's the sound of someone else who just recovered enough to begin speaking under his breath. He continues where she left off, just the repetitiveness helping to distract from his own problems. But it wasn't for him that he was doing this, because he doesn't deserve it. He's continuing for her as he lies there, not moving otherwise.]

Forty-one. Forty-two. Forty-three...

[He doesn't stop, either.]

_{[Sayaka listens intently as the number goes up and up. She didn't remember minutes lasting this long, but maybe she'd just never thought about it...?

When he gets to three minutes and keeps going, Sayaka realizes she feels a little better. It still hurts. But that was three minutes she just lived through.]}

[Yu smiles a little to himself, despite the emptiness he feels and the desire to curl up on himself because of it. Whole or not, it's still nice to help others. Minutes could be long if you let them, but every second you breathe is a blessing even if it's in agony.

That's what he thinks, anyway.

He pauses at six minutes, giving a weak chuckle. They're still there... despite what Jason and the retrieval units tried to do to them to stamp out their rebellious streak. It's not gone for him.]

Hang in there, Sayaka-chan.

[Because he isn't giving up on you or his friends; why would he? Especially now that he can think clearly and objectively, regardless of the price to do so.

The counting begins again, but this time... it's in notes. He may be a little close to tone deaf without his trumpet, but it's hard not to pick out the determination under the sadness in the melody.]

[ after Sayaka's second surgery, she leans against the wall in her cell, after she's finished her forced 'exercise'.

She forces herself not to eat until it feels like she'll die without it, tries to conserve her magic.

And she raises her voice, fighting off the drowsiness and that ravenous hunger. ]

Five. Six. Seven. Eight.

[ She keeps counting, trying to show that she's there, trying to give her some reassurance.

Trying to help her, in some small way. ]

Five.

[His tone is far less sympathetic than the others who have responed to Sayaka and tried to help her. And he says nothing more than the very next number to try and get her to continue forward.

That is the extent to which Lucifer believes in helping someone. And since you were one of the few people to display an ability to rebel he supposes he might help you a little.]

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