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sunflowerfairy ([personal profile] sunflowerfairy) wrote in [community profile] towerofanimus2013-03-13 01:53 am

The new Deadman..

Characters: Yotsuba Koiwai and you!~
Setting: Around the Tower's steps.
Format: Starting in prose, but I'll match you.
Summary: After unknowingly eating some contaminated food on the eleventh, Yotsuba gains some strange powers, and is rather..curious about them, so she starts to search for answers.
Warnings: Yotuba will get killed by Wretched Egg, so look out for that. And Yotsuba can control her blood, so..people who don't like that should probably avoid this post.

Yotsuba dimly remembered that dinner on the eleventh had tasted odd, but since it wasn't yucky, not many people payed to much attention to it, chalking it up to the Administrators again, and since it wasn't bitter, no one thought it was poisoned. She didn't give it much thought either, since she wasn't harmed. After all, she was a little girl with much more to do and much more to keep her occupied.

However, when Yotsuba woke up on the thirteenth, she noticed that she wasn't feeling..right. Not bad, just not right. Trying to think of what wasn't right, she got hopped out of bed and started to walk through the dorm floors. When she heard a loud noise from below-probably someone fighting or a newcomer-she jumped, surprised..and cried a little in pain. Turning her head around, she saw small spikes of her own blood coming out of her back.

This..wasn't normal, and curious, Yotsuba started to walk up the Tower steps, calling out the people she knew so that she might be able to find some answers. Since she didn't know how they came out, she didn't pull them back in. They just stayed like that while she climbed and called.

"Dia..Diamud! Edgeworth?! Arada! Hibiki?! Yu..Yukki?!"

Feel free to bother her or help her out.
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[personal profile] oathshackledbird 2013-03-14 08:05 am (UTC)(link)
He smiles at little at her excitement even in her injured state. It reminds him of his boys actually, and how they would still want to go on training even after being injured, "All right, then I will! Please hold on tight."

Diarmuid takes a moment more to make sure he's happy with how she's nestled in his arms and then takes off in a flash for the infirmary floor, though he is well aware that no matter how fast he goes, it's not going to seem fast enough. Every moment she is in pain is a moment too long.
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[personal profile] oathshackledbird 2013-03-14 08:27 am (UTC)(link)
As he carries her down to the infirmary, Diarmuid can't help but keep looking over at her to make sure she is okay. Each time he looks, though, he notices she's smiling and soon he is smiling himself. Children at this age. Sometimes, he thinks they could probably take over the world all by themselves if they didn't need to take naps so often.

Once they arrive at the infirmary, he sets her carefully on a table so that he can gather a few supplies. Honestly, he has no idea how to treat the spikes and a lot of these modern medicines look unfamiliar to him. In the end, he has to rely on what little information the Grail has for him on the topic and hope it will be enough.
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[personal profile] oathshackledbird 2013-03-14 08:54 am (UTC)(link)
Diarmuid starts when she cries out almost dropping a couple of the things he is carrying. "What is gone..." his voice trails off as he comes back to the table and finds that the spikes are gone. Just like that.

It actually almost makes him shiver. Even though he is an experienced warrior, the spikes are disturbing to him. Especially since they had looked like they were made out of her blood however improbable that seems. It's like something horrible out of the stories his father used to tell him when he really wanted to be scared.

As creepy as it is, though, he can't help but be relieved. Now what he has to worry about the most are the burns and at least those he has a little idea how to deal with.

"How do you feel after that?" He asks as he starts sorting through the things he's gathered. "Does anything but the burn hurt or do you feel dizzy or anything?"
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[personal profile] oathshackledbird 2013-03-14 10:12 am (UTC)(link)
Diarmuid nods, taking a moment to look her over. That is another odd thing to add to the list--when the spikes had vanished, they had left no wounds. He would say it's not natural, but there is nothing natural about any of this.

"Let me know if I am hurting you too much, okay? I'm no doctor, but I'm doing my best. Be brave a little longer for me," he smiles at her and then sets to work very carefully cleaning her burns.
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[personal profile] oathshackledbird 2013-03-14 08:08 pm (UTC)(link)
"Brave is what you call a person who is able to stay strong even when they are scared or hurt. Just like you are doing now," Diarmuid explains as he continues to clean her foot. While it strikes him as a little odd that a girl her age doesn't know that word, he also realizes that he knows very little about her and the world she came from.

This just might be the perfect time to fix that.

"While I am working will you tell me about yourself? What was your home like? Have you been here in the tower a long time?" He knows whatever answers he gets from her will be mostly child-speak, but that is a lot better than nothing.

And fortunately, after having 5 of his own children, he's gotten pretty good at deciphering child-speak.
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[personal profile] oathshackledbird 2013-03-14 08:37 pm (UTC)(link)
Diarmuid nods, sorting out her answers as she speaks into useful information, things to ask more about, and things to just discard. The sorting is done pretty automatically leaving him able to focus most of his attention on starting to put some ointment on her burns.

"It sounds like you loved your Daddy very much. It is a shame the bad men took you away from him and brought you here," She hadn't said outright that the bad men she mentioned had been the administrators which is why Diarmuid is double checking that information just in case she had been kidnapped or something before she had been brought here.

"And what is it like, living on the left?"
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[personal profile] oathshackledbird 2013-03-14 09:55 pm (UTC)(link)
Diarmuid nods, hiding the sudden sadness in his eyes by moving to grab the bandages he has left nearby. She is far too young to understand the truth of things now, but once she is older, how will she react? How will growing up in a place like this change her from what she should be?

"Your home sounds like a beautiful place. What was your favorite thing to do when you had extra time? Did you like to swim or maybe fish?" Her talk of water and dolphins makes him realize she must have either lived near the sea or on an island, and it sounds like she enjoyed it a lot.
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[personal profile] oathshackledbird 2013-03-14 11:08 pm (UTC)(link)
Surprise crosses Diarmuid's face when she asks him about how he's feeling. He had hoped his worry would go unnoticed. He should have known better.

He reaches out and gently taps her chin, "I'm just worried about you is all. This place is so dangerous and then there are those spikes. I'm glad they went away, but what is to keep them from coming back? I wish I knew more about them."

It's not exactly a lie, but not the full truth either. Diarmuid really hates how much he seems to be doing that lately--lying but not lying. It's just wrong.
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[personal profile] oathshackledbird 2013-03-15 12:15 am (UTC)(link)
Diarmuid can't hold back the shiver when she pops the spikes back out. While he should be glad that she seems to be figuring things out, he can't help but wish she wasn't.

He closes his eyes and takes a deep breath trying to calm himself since he needs to be strong for her. He's the adult after all.

"What do you think you've figured out, little one? What are you doing to bring them out like that?"
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[personal profile] oathshackledbird 2013-03-15 12:51 am (UTC)(link)
Despite being uneasy watching her mess with the spikes, as she speaks and works with them he does realize how they work. It's a kind of reflex, and it seems to work almost like a muscle would. It's natural and unnatural all at the same time. That doesn't make him feel any better about it than before. In fact, somehow that just makes things worse.

"And doing that doesn't hurt?" Diarmuid asks as he finishes bandaging her foot. It's nothing fancy, but it will heal and hopefully not hurt terribly as it does.
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[personal profile] oathshackledbird 2013-03-15 01:13 am (UTC)(link)
He smiles at her, glad that they aren't hurting her at least. If she will be stuck with them for a while, at least they aren't damaging her any.

Diarmuid reaches out and ruffles her hair. She's not the only one catching onto hidden emotion, "You look tired. Shall I carry you back to your room so you can rest?"

He's going to have to make sure he keeps an eye on her, though, to make sure that boy doesn't come after her again.
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[personal profile] oathshackledbird 2013-03-15 01:33 am (UTC)(link)
Yep, that is pretty much the exact reaction he had been expecting. No child at that age is ever really tired. Not that they will admit to anyway.

A disappointed look crosses his face, "Ah, really? That's too bad. I was looking forward to singing a song to you or maybe even telling you a story while you settled in. You were so very brave after all, but if you aren't tired I guess I just will have to do it some other time."
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[personal profile] oathshackledbird 2013-03-15 02:06 am (UTC)(link)
Diarmuid smiles at her gently. There is a slight twinkle of victory in his eyes before it fades, replaced by a more serious look, "I don't know. If you aren't tired I would hate to bore you. Are you sure you want to hear something?"

He pauses to gather her back up into his arms, "What do you say, little one? Song or story and sleep or going back out to explore? If you go and sleep, I can stay with you for a while to make sure the man doesn't come to hurt you again."

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