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[entropied]

Characters: The Handmaid and you!
Setting: Initially the floor with the pool, but somewhere else after that.
Format: Action to start, but I'll match!
Summary: Brooding and stuff!
Warnings: Ummm she's probably going to try to pick a fight with everyone...


[When the Handmaid doesn't feel like thinking, she defaults to what's expected of her: That is, violence. So she's been roaming the Tower the past few days, fighting whatever monsters (or residents) she comes across. Of course, immortal doesn't mean invulnerable, so she's retreated to the spring room, which seems to be the most consistently peaceful floor, to patch herself up. The grass around her is littered with bandages, but the gash on her arm requires stitches, and she's doing a pretty sloppy job of sewing herself up. Whatever. It'll do, right? It's not like she can bleed out.]

Comments

[verymuchalive]

[Aradia's paying another visit to what is rapidly becoming her favourite floor when she notices her ancestor already there. It's been some time since they last spoke; she had looked for the older troll during the monster craziness but hadn't seen her.

Now she approaches, concern on seeing the bandages outweighing any caution she might have felt.

"What happened?"

[entropied]

[The Handmaid makes a face as she finishes up her haphazard stitches. She doesn't want to deal with someone else making a big show of caring about her right now, so she rolls her eyes.]

Nothing.

[verymuchalive]

Doesn't look like nothing to me.

[Aradia sits a little way from her. She's not sure why she's so eager to get to know her ancestor - trolls aren't built to do families in the same way humans are - but she just can't help but feel concerned for the one relative she does have]

Still, you've picked a nice floor to come to and recover.

[entropied]

No one was here.

[IT'S NOT LIKE SHE FINDS IT RELAXING OR ANYTHING GOSH!!!]

[verymuchalive]

Really? Huh, there always seems to be someone here when I drop by.

[Which is because she comes here a lot but pfft, details]

[2nd_dii2ciiple]

The distinctive scent of rust blood made Ψiioniic pause as he was heading down to the nutrition block. He blinked when he saw the Handmaid with what looked like a nasty wound. "Hey, what happened?" he asked, approaching cautiously. An injured troll can be more dangerous than usual, and she hadn't exactly been friendly to start with.

[entropied]

Oh look, the only other person in the Tower who can make her feel even more guilty than she already does besides the Summoner. She frowns, tossing the needle and thread to the grass. "Nothing." Nothing important, anyway.

[2nd_dii2ciiple]

"Okay..." That seemed to be a common response for him where she was concerned. Baffled acknowledgement. Still, she hadn't actually told him to go away, so he hesitantly moved a few steps closer. "Do you... need any help?"

Most trolls would rather shoot themselves than admit to needing help... or maybe that was just Signless, come to think of it. But it couldn't hurt to offer.

[entropied]

Unfortunately, the Handmaid is in that category too, especially right now. "No," she replies, voice clipped as she does her best to bandage her arm with one free hand. It's definitely not working. Okay, she definitely needs help, but rather than admitting it, she throws the bandages to the ground with a scowl.

[2nd_dii2ciiple]

"Sure," he says, watching as she throws the bandage down. "Of course not. Nothing happened, and you don't need help. Despite the fact that you clearly can't keep it in place long enough to fix it. Can I not help you with that, then?"

[gloomyapoplectic]

[Kanaya is in a bit of a state herself -- she's limping as she crosses the threshold into the spring floor -- so when she sees another troll that's injured, she's not really surprised. She is a little surprised to recognize the adult troll as one of her roommates. They haven't really spoken, though; every time Kanaya has seen her, it's seemed like she's had better things to do.

She approaches anyways, cautiously, so her leg doesn't get too agitated and the other troll doesn't register her as a threat.] Will you be alright?

[It's not a direct offer of help, as most trolls aren't so inclined to take help from someone who's not in a quadrant with them (and sometimes not even then). So Kanaya decided on something less direct, but still polite.]

[entropied]

[That's a question she actually doesn't mind, because it doesn't pry or assume she needs help. Not that the Handmaid looks any less grumpy.]

I'll be fine.

[gloomyapoplectic]

[The wound looks pretty nasty, but Kanaya wouldn't know the proper way to fix it even if she had the shame globes to offer. Adult trolls are no less intimidating now than they were when she first encountered one, but the grumpiness in itself isn't very offputting. She's used to dealing with crabby people.

She ponders asking for the woman's name, but it seems like not all adult trolls go by the names they have, like the Signless and the Dolorosa. Hm.]

May I ask your title? You and I are in the same respiteblock. [Her tone is polite. The rustblood woman doesn't seem too eager to talk, so she's trying not to be too much of a McFussyfangs.]

[entropied]

I don't have one.

[That's a lie. She just hates the ones she does have.]

[gloomyapoplectic]

[Oh. Well that's...weird. Kanaya looks concerned.]

What about your name?

[uprisings]

[WELP]

[Okay so... he is not actually looking for her, and in fact when he first wanders onto this floor, he thinks quite hard about retreating. But he has not been that sort of troll in a good long time, failed revolutionary or no, and he can see she's hurt. Wanders across the grass, kicking some of the bandages out of the way as he stops beside her. There is something like... sadness maybe, regret perhaps, on his face for just a moment before he settles down next to her and offers a hand to take the sewing things from her]

It'll uh... hurt worse if you don't do it right, the first time. [...stating the obvious, but whatever. He knows sewing your own wounds closed sucks most of the time, especially when you can't use both hands for it]

[entropied]

[The Handmaid feels a very real rush of panic when she sees him. He's exactly the troll she was trying to avoid, after all. But after a moment or two of hesitation she finally drops the supplies into his hand. Maybe he'll just fuss over her a bit and leave and she can go back to avoiding him.]

[uprisings]

[This is pretty much his plan yes lskjdlfj But there's no sign of that for now, just... setting the extra things aside and looking over the job she's done so far. He's uh... not looking at her really, and his movements are... oddly slow, his voice oddly flat when he speaks a moment later]

Would you mind if uh... I. Maybe redid this. [It's so terrible Handmaid, how did you even...]

[entropied]

[STOP JUDGING HER SHE'S DISTRACTED.]

I don't care.

[uprisings]

[OH... DON'T BE LIKE. GOSH]

[Sighs faintly, and starts pulling these stitches out, being... surprisingly delicate with her. He's actually paying close attention to how she reacts even if it seems like he's just taking them out as quickly as he can]

[grandhighblood]

[ it's amazing how often he finds himself on this floor. maybe it's just the sheer brightness and calm of the floor that makes him come back, something so completely different from what he's been used to, and it's confusing. Not that it's a particularly bad feeling but--

oh

oh hello there, little lady. he doesn't so much as raise a hand, even though she is obviously injured, and instead...creepily watches her from a little distance away.]

[entropied]

[She finally stops wrestling with the bandages and scowls.]

What?

[grandhighblood]

[ kinda just casually makes his way over, like this is some sort of friendly visit that friends and shit do. he doesn't seem to be getting ready to attack or anything! just. walking.]

Now now, motherfucker. A brother can't be all getting his motherfucking stroll on when he wants to? Looks like shit, by the way. Pretty shoddy fucking job you all did on yourself, and it's just gonna get worse. [griiiins wide.]

[entropied]

Who's going to make it worse? [She scoffs.] You?

[grandhighblood]

[brings a finger to his mouth in a mock thoughtful expression. he chuckles darkly.]

Not gonna motherfucking lie, that definitely was a thing that all crossed my thinkpan.