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towerofanimus2013-09-16 11:36 am
bashfulshifter) wrote in towerofanimus2013-09-16 11:36 am
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Can Fix!
Characters: Rick, Waver, anyone else from the clear fluid research team and the Lancer Brigade.
Setting: September 16th, night, Floor 27 (laboratory)
Format: Should probably stick to action-spam on this one, but can match!
Summary: Rick decides that he's going to "help" his team by making sure that nobody stays in the lab after dark and gets killed again. Surprise, surprise, he falls asleep and ends up by himself with the beasties to keep him company.
Warnings: No character death in this one (hopefully), but there will likely be violence and injury and monsters 'n junk. You know, the standard Tower fare.
[It took more than a week of planning, lingering, and mental speeches for Rick to get up the nerve to finally try this. But it was necessary, he'd convinced himself--Edgeworth had died and Diarmuid was scarce, probably beating himself up over something that wasn't his fault, and Waver certainly wasn't in the best mood either, because he hadn't done a good enough job checking in on his teammates before retiring for the evening, making sure that they went somewhere safe before the unpleasant creatures of the night found them first...obviously this was something Rick could have prevented.]
[Well tonight he would not be so negligent! He'd park himself in a chair after dinner and wait until some hours after dark, just in case Waver sneaked in to take some last-minute measurements and lost track of time, or the like, and he'd make sure they all left with him, and he'd clean the place up and close the doors. There would be no mess, no deaths, no more pointless suffering and misery. Everything was going to go according to plan.]
[Things were going well enough when he arrived in the evening to the empty room and busied himself with cleaning used equipment. They were still going well when he sat down to copy and organize the newest batch of notes.]
[Still going well at the first yawn. Only a couple hours in--he really needed to get used to staying up this late. Still fine thirty minutes later when he began to nod off. Still fine...]
[...The lights are still on when he wakes up--it makes it difficult to tell what time it is, or how long he's been sleeping. All Rick knows is that he's been startled awake by some noise, a scuffling in what he expected to be an empty room. Did someone sneak in when he wasn't looking?]
...H-Hello?
Setting: September 16th, night, Floor 27 (laboratory)
Format: Should probably stick to action-spam on this one, but can match!
Summary: Rick decides that he's going to "help" his team by making sure that nobody stays in the lab after dark and gets killed again. Surprise, surprise, he falls asleep and ends up by himself with the beasties to keep him company.
Warnings: No character death in this one (hopefully), but there will likely be violence and injury and monsters 'n junk. You know, the standard Tower fare.
[It took more than a week of planning, lingering, and mental speeches for Rick to get up the nerve to finally try this. But it was necessary, he'd convinced himself--Edgeworth had died and Diarmuid was scarce, probably beating himself up over something that wasn't his fault, and Waver certainly wasn't in the best mood either, because he hadn't done a good enough job checking in on his teammates before retiring for the evening, making sure that they went somewhere safe before the unpleasant creatures of the night found them first...obviously this was something Rick could have prevented.]
[Well tonight he would not be so negligent! He'd park himself in a chair after dinner and wait until some hours after dark, just in case Waver sneaked in to take some last-minute measurements and lost track of time, or the like, and he'd make sure they all left with him, and he'd clean the place up and close the doors. There would be no mess, no deaths, no more pointless suffering and misery. Everything was going to go according to plan.]
[Things were going well enough when he arrived in the evening to the empty room and busied himself with cleaning used equipment. They were still going well when he sat down to copy and organize the newest batch of notes.]
[Still going well at the first yawn. Only a couple hours in--he really needed to get used to staying up this late. Still fine thirty minutes later when he began to nod off. Still fine...]
[...The lights are still on when he wakes up--it makes it difficult to tell what time it is, or how long he's been sleeping. All Rick knows is that he's been startled awake by some noise, a scuffling in what he expected to be an empty room. Did someone sneak in when he wasn't looking?]
...H-Hello?
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[However, as soon as he's done talking, he yawns again.]
I gotta...go pick up my bro and Waver too.
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[That expression Rick had earlier--you know, the wibbly one--returns, though in more subdued tones.]
...Y-You're l-l-leaving?
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...Then y-you m-might as well r-rest w-while you're h-here, yeah?
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I can't rest. Not without knowing my brother is alright.
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...I w-won't hold you b-back.
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[Lancer stares at Rick. When he says he's going to watch him, he really meant it.]
*Slips in here.* Speaking of a certain brother... (I hope this is okay!)
Fortunately, he had run into no monsters on the way down and so there had been nothing to wake Waver on the trip. Soon enough, he arrives at the infirmary and is relieved when he sees his brother and Rick are both there and looking well.
He doesn't stop to think that the fact he's carrying what looks to be an unconscious Waver might look a little...suspicious to them.]
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[Not that he's willing to concern himself with this at the moment--not after he sees Waver.]
--I-Is he--?
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[The words are said in a soft voice to avoid waking Waver. Diarmuid very carefully settles Waver into an empty bed, pausing to lightly stroke the man's hair, before joining his brother near Rick's bed.]
He caught me by surprise and got some more healing in on my wound. It pretty much tapped him out. I almost just took him back to his room, but I knew I wouldn't want to leave him and you would worry if we didn't show up here. How are things going?
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We're fine. Got this guy healed up.
[And he yawns again.]
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[Rick is sufficiently relieved. He carefully lowers himself onto his back and settles more comfortably into his bed.]
...Sleeping, huh? That s-s-sounds like a g-good idea.
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[As he speaks, Diarmuid dematerializes the top of his armor so that he can look at what is left of his wound. He doesn't stop to think about what he's doing or how either of the other people in the room might react to his scars--the jagged one across his stomach and the disturbingly round one over his heart and the identical round one directly behind his heart on his back--because he is more interested in seeing if his wound needs any more care.
Once he clears away some of the blood, he raises an impressed eyebrow. Waver's quick burst of healing had closed the wound completely. He can still see a mark which will likely form a light scar, but will require no stitches.]
He's better than he gives himself credit for...
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[Lancer makes no comment about the scars. He had seen them before, back after their first deaths, when they had gone to the sauna together.]
So, I guess I'm carrying Rick again and you're carrying Waver? I'll see you in our room after I get him tucked in, alright?
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...I m-mean...we c-can just...t-t-take the e-elevator this t-time, right?
[They're all okay, no one's bleeding or about to pass out. They can handle going down one flight to catch the elevator up, can't they?]
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It will take longer for the elevator to get to the top than it would from my brother and me on the stairs. Do you really want to waste time you could be in bed and resting?
[After asking that question, Diarmuid turns to his brother and again shakes his head.]
Not tonight. I am going to stay with Waver. His room is often empty and even if the dorms are usually safe, I would rather him not be alone there. Not when he's this defenseless...
[There are other reasons--thoughts and feelings that are floating around Diarmuid's mind--but they are reasons he doesn't really want to discuss with anyone right now, not when he's confused on them himself.]
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[He moves to lift Rick into his arms again. However, he wobbles a little in the process.]
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--I-I-It's f-fine, I--I c-can w-walk. Uh. I can w-wait.
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Would it be better if we take the elevator? Saving a few minutes isn't worth your health.