Endgame: Gathered on This Beach of the Tumid River

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Characters: open
Setting: all around the Tower from the 25th of May to the 1st of June
Format: any
Summary: A general mingle for all characters throughout the Tower.
Warnings: Standard Animus warnings; please note anything specific in the subject headers of your threads

[The Tower is stagnant, the only signs of activity confined to the second block. There isn't much time left; it might be a good idea to rest and do whatever strikes your fancy before the timer hits zero.]

Comments

[oathshackledbird]

You will bleed out if you do that. That is not exactly a small hole in your shoulder! If you can't focus enough to use your magic, just let me do the best I can...

[Diarmuid pauses a moment, brow furrowing.]

I can't remember, did we try to see if my spear would negate the curse back then?

[It doesn't have to be for long. Just long enough for Diarmuid to get it cleaned up and stitched. His brother's body can likely do the rest from there.]

[puppy_lancer]

[Lancer cringes as he hears his brother's protests.]

I don't know. You said it would only work so long as it was in contact with the area.

[Still, getting the exterior wound closed might help.]

Maybe...give it a try?

[oathshackledbird]

I'm hoping that because my powers are real now and because it is your Noble Phantasm, maybe things will be a little different when it comes to your body being able to heal the wound. Just let me know if something starts feeling...weird or wrong, okay?

[Diarmuid steps back and summons Gae Dearg to his hand, unsealing it with a thought, and then resting the point of the spear as close to the wound as he can.]

Can you hold it there while I work?

[puppy_lancer]

I'll try

[He grabs the point of the spear with his good hand. So far, nothing seems wrong or strange.]

[oathshackledbird]

It's just for a little bit. I will work as fast as I can.

[Fortunately, the bleeding does seem to slow allowing Diarmuid to get some cleaning done before he settles in to start the really hard part...stitching things up.]

I want you to talk to one of the healers once I am done. They might not be able to fully heal this, but every little bit will help.

[puppy_lancer]

[He tsks his tongue.]

If we're talking healers, then I can heal myself just fine. I've got my runes, remember?

[oathshackledbird]

Yes you do, but you need to focus your body's energies on healing, not on spell casting.

[It sounds backward, but hopefully, his brother gets what Diarmuid is trying to say.]

Let someone else use some of their energy to help.

[puppy_lancer]

[He shakes his head.]

I don't know. It might take them too much work. And we only have so many healers for all our wounded.

[oathshackledbird]

[Diarmuid gives his brother a hard look.]

And you are one of the wounded. Go talk to one of them. If nothing else, you can take over for one of them later once you are stronger.

[He pauses for a moment as he gets ready to start stitching.]

Don't make me find Asagi and have her drag you over.

[puppy_lancer]

...You don't have to drag get Asagi.

[He sighs in defeat.]

I'll...go find a healer.

[oathshackledbird]

Thank you. Now hold still as much as you can. I'm ready to start stitching it. Let me know if I need to stop, okay?

[Diarmuid pats the hand his brother has on his spear.]

Hold it just a little longer.

[puppy_lancer]

[He grabs the spear a little tighter, almost tight enough to cut his hand.]

Go ahead, Bro. I can take it.

[oathshackledbird]

[Diarmuid raises an eyebrow at Cu Chulainn, before reaching out to loosen his brother's hand from the spear slightly.]

Please don't hurt yourself worse than you already are, okay?

[Really, Cu...]

[puppy_lancer]

[He smiles apologetically.]

Sorry. Guess I braced myself a little too hard there.

[oathshackledbird]

Just a little.

[Diarmuid gives his brother a smile and then starts to work on the stitching. Considering he fully expects that they will probably end up fighting again before the wound can fully heal even with a healer's help--stupid curse--Diarmuid takes extra care to make sure he does a good job. The extra attention takes a while, but finally he is done.]

Feeling okay still?

[puppy_lancer]

Yeah, I'm okay.

[He lets go of the spear. The outside of his wound is sealed, but as his un-glamoured body shows, his purple collar fluid is still pooling around his shoulder. It's obvious he has internal bleeding.]

Now, I just wanna get some rest.

[oathshackledbird]

[Diarmuid frowns as he unsummons his spear. He doesn't like how that wound looks and if the bleeding continues it's going to cause a problem.]

Lay down and rest. I think I am going to see if I can find Ken or Yukiko. It might push the healing along if we can have someone heal while I have my spear in place.

[puppy_lancer]

[He shakes his head.]

You're pretty torn up yourself. Aren't you going to rest?

[oathshackledbird]

I'm not the one still bleeding internally. Just rest.

[Diarmuid presses a hand lightly against his brother's chest.]

I will rest myself once this is done, okay? You know me. Otherwise, I am just going to worry.

[puppy_lancer]

Alright.

[He mutters, leaning against the wall.]

Don't take too, okay, Bro?

[oathshackledbird]

Don't worry. I will do my best to be quick so you and I can both rest for real.

[He reaches out to ruffle his brother's hair, then turns and disappears into the crowd.]