the storm finally found me

[uprisings]

Characters: The Summoner and YOU
Setting: Between the thirteenth floor and the infirmary
Format: I will follow!
Summary: The Summoner really needs a hug except for the part where his ribs are broken
Warnings: Mentions of violence and blood?? Rampant self-loathing??? Various existential and emotional crises?????

[He stays where he is for a long time after the Highblood leaves, staring rather blankly into the air. He has not felt this low since he was a child. Since before he met Pyralsprite, and that thought is… absolutely hysterical to him. He has fought his whole life and it took a week and two trolls to bring him back here, where he questions every single one of his thoughts, his movements, everything. He does so much wrong, how could he have forgotten that]

[So he laughs because what the hell else is there to do. He wants nothing more then to sleep the rest of forever away, but he can’t as his body is quick to remind him. He’s coughing violently into his hand before long, unsurprised when after the fit has ended there are speckles of blood on his palm. Fuck. He wanted to skip the trip to the infirmary, but if his lungs are punctured…]

[The climb to his feet is truly agonizing, and he knows walking will be worse. There are little things in him muttering that he deserves it and he just can’t bring himself to argue with it. Yes. Of course he deserves it. Whatever. How many flights is it to the infirmary? He should’ve paid better attention in the past]

[Ah well… The first push off is the worst, and then he’s moving out of the cathedral and down the halls, one arm wrapped around himself while the other uses the wall for support. He’s tired. Let’s get this over with…]

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[entropied]

[And when he finally makes it to the infirmary, he'll find the Handmaid, put there by the same person he was. She's an absolute mess, covered in cuts and bruises, her left arm in a sling. But luckily for her, she has a high pain tolerance, so she can continue to look furious.

She wouldn't have come here at all, but for the fact that she'd been immobile and one of the tower's workers had dragged her here. A lot of her injuries have actually healed, surprisingly enough. That might be the only perk her contract with Lord English gave her, even if she doesn't consider it to be one.]

[uprisings]

[WELL HE IS IN less then ideal condition when he finally gets here. FUN FACT there are eleven flights of stairs between the thirteenth floor and here, so he is... pale and wheezing pretty damn badly when he ducks inside and pauses to lean against the wall. That still doesn't keep him from being surprised when he sees the Handmaid though!!!]

Coleta, wh-- [...nope. No scolding is gonna happen right now. Right now he is coughing again]

[entropied]

[The concern is pretty plain on her face, and for once, she doesn't bother trying to hide it. She straightens up, wincing slightly as the motion sends a sharp stab of pain into her poor, battered ribs. SHE CAN'T EVEN GET UP THIS IS SO DUMB.]

What happened?

[uprisings]

[Ends up just... making this odd kind of wave-y gesture, trying to brush her off or at least make her wait while he... curls in on himself and tries really hard not to hack up whatever rib it is that's causing his problems]

[Wow okay. Never again. He is never letting his ribs get broken again. ...ahaha, he'll never be able to keep that promise, but WHATEVER that's apparently pretty standard for him!!!! Eventually, he manages to take a sort of short, thin breath and straighten a little]

Highblood. Punched me.

[hoperidesalone]

[Once the Summoner steps out, he shall find himself facing what looks like a coated and helmeted man who pauses at the sight. It doesn't take a medical specialist to tell that something is wrong with the guy.]

...you're broken. [A beat as he reconsiders his word choice.] Injured.

[uprisings]

[Wh... at... No he doesn't want to talk to you...!!! Leaning against the nearest wall and kind of... staring at him. It'd be a glare if he could make himself that irritated around the slowly worsening pain in his chest]

No shit?

[hoperidesalone]

[Too bad, Summoner. Protoman is curious.]

You have a run-in with one of the local things, or something else?

[uprisings]

[Continued staring... And then he's going to push off the wall again and try to continue. Feel free to follow, helmet guy]

Something else. Another, troll.

[ceruleanspid8r]

[Vriska's still getting the hang of the tower, but of all the trolls she could have run into she wasn't expecting this. When she sees those horns, her immediate thought is Tavros but then they're too big; he's too big to be the Tavros she remembers. The hair's different too.

Still, those horns...and that blood, identical to Tavros' shade...and then it hits her.

It's not her Tavros. It's the Summoner. And having been forceably made aware of her history and that of her Ancestor's, Vriska knows this isn't a good thing. She knows she should abscond before he even knows she's there but she can't. Because such a huge historical figure and he's there, in front of her, and all she can think is he's injured and how did he manage to outsmart Mindfang and bring about the upheaval of their society.

And so she stands. Stands and stares and he'll be on top of her any minute because for all she really wants to, she can't force herself to move or look away]

[uprisings]

[...wow that girl sure is staring really intensely. It's almost enough to make a guy stop and find out what is up with her today. Except then he sees her symbol and her color aaaaaand nope]

[Nope nope nope, he's had enough of highbloods today, and as weird as it is that she looks so much like that woman he met the other day, he just doesn't care enough to stand here and ask. He needs to take care of himself first. So he'll just be... watching her in return and trying to move around her, wings fluttering a little in irritation. Who just stops in the middle of a fucking hallway like this AUGHSLDKJFJSF]

You need to. Move. Show's long done.

[ceruleanspid8r]

[His voice jolts her from her trance and she backs up just a little, though she's not ready to let this go just yet]

Wow. I was expecting the supposed saviour of troll society to be a little more impressive.

[Not that he isn't intimidating to one of her history. But somehow, she'd built him up in her mind enough that the figure before her couldn't live up to her expectations]

[uprisings]

[..............oh my god, is this highblood bitch really sassing him about the revolution is that actually a thing that just happened. Stops and.... stares down at her in absolute disbelief. If he had even an ounce more energy it probably would've gone into slapping her in the face to be honest]

Well I was, expecting a good. Day today. Guess we, don't always... get what we want.

SUMMONER. DB Noo stop getting hurt ;_;

[ocariness]

[ ... Oh. Link is not okay with finding you in this state, Summoner. You're a cool guy, why are you hurt? The Hylian immediately wishes they had more fairies on them, but oh well.

Link will be following you on your agonizing treck, concerned. ]

... What happened?

[ And how can they help? ]

sobs HE'S REALLY TRYING. He just fails forever )8

[uprisings]

[Oh hey it's that... music guy. You're cool, he's okay with you tagging along. He's kind of just... continuously moving. He never stops, even if occasionally he slows down so much it looks like he might]

Got in a, fight...

Link is going to be tempted with using her last fairy on you Sum 8(

[ocariness]

[ Well, it's not like Link can't keep up well enough! The Hylian is more than just a musician, after all, and it's easy enough to follow Summoner. Though they can't hide their concern, of course. Gosh, you look bad, bro. ]

... I noticed.

[ A bit less flatly, now: ] I hate to pry, but... do you mind if I ask who did this? And if I can assist you in any way?

[ So that they can go kick their ass ten ways to Sunday? ]

non Link don't do that 8< Save it for someone who needs it...!!!

[uprisings]

[Have a rather dry, rather pained heh before he's finally forced to stop do deal with a coughing fit]

[Sobs everything hurts aughlskjdf He's just going to stay here for a second after it passes, just to... breathe and hate himself a little more. Bluuuuuuh]

I'm... fine. Ribs are broken. Don't, even... worry about it. [...whoops he missed a question didn't he. OH WELL]

[lethechained]

[Did somebody say something about needing a hug--]

[Naminé's on her way the other direction when she climbs up the last few steps and out onto the floor he's passing through at the time, mind already focused on the drawing she'll be starting when she gets back to her room from the cafeteria. Her eyes are on the ground, but before long, she glances up and catches sight of the Summoner. Immediately, she stops, blinking. He... doesn't look so good.]

[uprisings]

[...yeah, probably not, especially since the second he sees her, the faint smile he tries to give her gets turned into a rather nasty, hacking cough. Welp lakjdf sorry Namine]

[lethechained]

[It's okay, it's not like she isn't already traumatized. The cough doesn't exactly help convince her that she's mistaken, so her expression very quickly becomes one of distress and she hurries his direction.] Summoner--?

[legislacerates]

[and who should he run into (other than all those other people out with your details) on his way to the infirmary but his best awkward pal, Redglare.

she eyes his injuries with a pokerface, but truthfully she's a bit concerned about his state. it's never a good sign to see a grown troll hobbling around with one hand on the wall.]

You look unwell.

[WOW WHAT A USEFUL COMMENT THAT WAS.]

[uprisings]

[Wow yeah that was definitely the most useful comment he's heard all night. It is actually enough to make him choke out a laugh instead of... awkwardly try to escape again lskdf]

You're, good. Maybe you should uh. Become a legislacerator, when you grow up.

[legislacerates]

[HAHA YEAH wow that actually gets a teeny tiny little smile out of Redglare....maybe things won't be so awkward this time??]

Perhaps so. [LOOK SHE IS EVEN GOING ALONG WITH THIS JOKE.]

I should hope you're headed for the infirmary area.

[benigncancer]

[As he reaches the infirmary, it's a troll he recognizes who comes to him and reaches for him, gentle hands trying to guide him to an examination table]

Summoner--! Shit. What the taintchafing fuck happened?

[uprisings]

[........?????????]

[WHAT. WOW if he weren't absolutely exhausted at this point, he'd be crawling out of his skin at this. Holy shit what is the Sufferer doing in the infirmary is he hallucinating or something oh my gooood]

[Okay being guided onto an examination table he can do this. Okay... right just the Sufferer yep yep. Yep...... Alright. Minor resurgence of hero worship over. We're good]

U-uh... I got in a, fight...?

[benigncancer]

I can see that. [Eyeroll. Really, Summoner, you are the most adorable. Signless is wearing a white coat over his Leggings, and is trying to help the Summoner to lie down on the table without messing up his wings]

Who beat the ever-loving shit out of you?