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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.]

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[entropied]

She lets out another irritated sound, looking for all the world like a petulant child. But maybe if she lets him do his stupid helpful savior thing he'll leave her alone. "Fine. Do what you want."

[2nd_dii2ciiple]

Cautiously he approaches her, half expecting her to lash out the moment he's close enough. He's rather tempted to just use his powers to hold the bandage from a distance, actually, but he's afraid she'd take that as an attack.

Picking up the bandage, he starts to wind it around the wound. It's a truism that if something doesn't immediately kill a troll, it probably won't kill them at all. But that doesn't mean it won't HURT them, or leave them maimed somehow, and in the rebellion he and everyone else had been forced to learn some basic medicine. So he has at least an idea of what he was doing.

He still keeps a wary eye on her, though, ready to throw up a psionic shield if it looks like she's going to attack.

[entropied]

He might be surprised when she doesn't lash out at all. In fact, despite her grumpiness, mostly she just looks tired. She stays as still as possible as he winds the bandage around her arm, peeking at him out of the corner of her eye every few minutes. She doubts he'll hurt her--he is one of the Sufferer's followers, after all--but better safe than sorry.

[2nd_dii2ciiple]

When she doesn't attack him, he relaxes a little, though he still keeps a wary eye on her. He can understand being snappish and grumpy when injured. Having a vulnerability doesn't make any troll happy, and as far as he can tell she has no firm allies to watch her back here.

"There. That'th better," he says as he tucks the edge of the bandage under and steps back.

[entropied]

She examines the bandage for a moment and then eyes him, relaxing as he steps back. "...Thanks." It's muttered and a little grumbly, but hey, it's a thank you.

[2nd_dii2ciiple]

He's honestly surprised to receive that much. "You're welcome," he said, not much louder than her. "If you need help again, you can come to me. I'm no threat to you, and it'th better to get it taken care of." He doubts she'll take him up on it, but at least he knows the offer was made.

[entropied]

The Handmaid stays silent for a moment, picking at the bandage absentmindedly, then nods. "I know," she mutters. Not that her pride will let her take him up on that, but whatever. "What are you doing here?"

Hey look, this is something slightly resembling a normal conversation! The Summoner is such a bad influence.

[2nd_dii2ciiple]

"Um. Walking?" he answers hesitantly, because he isn't sure what the right answer is. Or what reaction a 'wrong' answer might cause. "I wath heading down to the nutrition block when I thought I smelled rutht blood. I figured it wath either you or Aradia, so I should check it out. Were you fighting, or did thomething happen to you?"

[entropied]

Well, honestly, it was sort of a stupid question on her end. She shrugs again and begins to pull bits of grass out of the ground so she has an excuse not to look at him. "I ran into a monster."

It's not completely a lie. Technically, she went looking for the monster but... Details.