The Summoner (
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towerofanimus2012-01-23 03:58 am
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Entry tags:
the storm finally found me
Characters: The Summoner and YOU
Setting: Between the thirteenth floor and the infirmary
Format: I will follow!
Summary: The Summoner really needs a hug except for the part where his ribs are broken
Warnings: Mentions of violence and blood?? Rampant self-loathing??? Various existential and emotional crises?????
[He stays where he is for a long time after the Highblood leaves, staring rather blankly into the air. He has not felt this low since he was a child. Since before he met Pyralsprite, and that thought is… absolutely hysterical to him. He has fought his whole life and it took a week and two trolls to bring him back here, where he questions every single one of his thoughts, his movements, everything. He does so much wrong, how could he have forgotten that]
[So he laughs because what the hell else is there to do. He wants nothing more then to sleep the rest of forever away, but he can’t as his body is quick to remind him. He’s coughing violently into his hand before long, unsurprised when after the fit has ended there are speckles of blood on his palm. Fuck. He wanted to skip the trip to the infirmary, but if his lungs are punctured…]
[The climb to his feet is truly agonizing, and he knows walking will be worse. There are little things in him muttering that he deserves it and he just can’t bring himself to argue with it. Yes. Of course he deserves it. Whatever. How many flights is it to the infirmary? He should’ve paid better attention in the past]
[Ah well… The first push off is the worst, and then he’s moving out of the cathedral and down the halls, one arm wrapped around himself while the other uses the wall for support. He’s tired. Let’s get this over with…]
Setting: Between the thirteenth floor and the infirmary
Format: I will follow!
Summary: The Summoner really needs a hug except for the part where his ribs are broken
Warnings: Mentions of violence and blood?? Rampant self-loathing??? Various existential and emotional crises?????
[He stays where he is for a long time after the Highblood leaves, staring rather blankly into the air. He has not felt this low since he was a child. Since before he met Pyralsprite, and that thought is… absolutely hysterical to him. He has fought his whole life and it took a week and two trolls to bring him back here, where he questions every single one of his thoughts, his movements, everything. He does so much wrong, how could he have forgotten that]
[So he laughs because what the hell else is there to do. He wants nothing more then to sleep the rest of forever away, but he can’t as his body is quick to remind him. He’s coughing violently into his hand before long, unsurprised when after the fit has ended there are speckles of blood on his palm. Fuck. He wanted to skip the trip to the infirmary, but if his lungs are punctured…]
[The climb to his feet is truly agonizing, and he knows walking will be worse. There are little things in him muttering that he deserves it and he just can’t bring himself to argue with it. Yes. Of course he deserves it. Whatever. How many flights is it to the infirmary? He should’ve paid better attention in the past]
[Ah well… The first push off is the worst, and then he’s moving out of the cathedral and down the halls, one arm wrapped around himself while the other uses the wall for support. He’s tired. Let’s get this over with…]
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For who? I uh... certainly do, not care... all that much. It is, a good distraction... at least.
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[yep she's a bitch. BUT A WELL MEANING ONE KIND OF...in some universe this counts as friendly banter ok]
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[As long as he's still moving down these FUCKING ENDLESS STAIRCASES LSKDJFKJSDF he doesn't really want to think about how thin his pulse is or how hard each successive breath has gotten. There is a small part of him that is somewhat resigned to the fact that this may finally kill him. He is trying very hard not to think about that either]
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...but she's unlikely to do so unless he asks or very obviously can't keep going himself. it's not like she's into unnecessary acts of charity or anything.]
A troll of action, I see.
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[...he did start a revolution... after all. But okay, troll of action or no, he actually does stop for a second at long last, hand tightening on the railing of whatever stairs they're on now... just before he begins to cough quite hard, a rattling, wet... ugly sort of sound. God he's just really tired why is this happening to him lkjasdlfj]
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You're not there yet, Summoner.
[not to death, or not to the infirmary? it's not clear which in particular she means, but both are true so who cares. she's still got that stupid poker face on but at this point it is hopefully obvious that she's not out to sabotage him.]
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[But at least he stops coughing finally??? Wipes at the uh... rather disconcerting amount of blood at his mouth and... jerks his elbow away from her... though it is... obviously a pretty weak jerk. Ugh... ugh ugh ugh, no talking now, only trying to get his breath back]
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for now she just stands there kind of awkwardly, watching and waiting. she thinks she could help him up, and help him walk, pretty easily, but it's not like she's going to bother if he obviously doesn't want the help.]
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[...now he has to get up again. How... oh god. Looks... up at Redglare. Is he actually going to have to ask her for help. Sobs but she's a legislacerator and a highblood... Fuck. Rubs his nonbloodied hand over his face and then reaches up to grab the railing again]
Were you, trying to... help? [When you grabbed his elbow...]
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Was that not obvious?
[she actually lets herself sound a little exasperated. she is making an effort here, dammit. but then again he didn't seem to want much to do with her helping with the elbow thing so she'll just...stay where she is. for now.]
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[He just makes a habit of double checking on things like that okay okay. Gives her another long stare. And then up at his hand around the railing. There is no way... he's getting this done by himself. No. Way]
[Fine. Looks at her again, and offers a hand]
Then help me, up...? [...don't give a fuck that that was basically a command. He just needs to... get where he's going somehow]
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oh right and she's still got his hand.]
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[Just kinda... squeezing her hand as he does this. He's pretty okay with it staying there tbh if only for the illusion of emotional support along with the physical help. Maybe distantly he is trying to reassure himself... As long as she's here, he'll make it. Yes, of course]
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she keeps the hand, since he doesn't seem to mind, and focuses on keeping him upright and getting to their destination as smoothly as possible. she's not too bad in a pinch, really.]
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[Honestly he wishes she'd talk, if only for the distraction. Even if it was super awkward and / or bureaucratic shit he didn't understand. Sighs... oh well...]
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No, not yet. We're almost there.
[and they are probably only half a staircase away.]
Come on. [she tries to nudge him up a bit with her shoulder, since he's pretty much bent over her at this point anyway.]
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[HE DOESN'T]
[WANNA]
[Wheezes, coughing shallowly a couple times, before he... tries quite valiantly to straighten up a little bit. And he manages to at least... get off her some, but he still hisses, drawing a pained breath between his teeth]
How much. Further.
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I can see the entrance to our destination. Will you give up so close to your goal?
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[He doesn't respond but he moves with quite a lot more purpose now. Maybe not faster, but definitely more determined to get this the fuck over with]
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oh right kind of push him onto a bed. BUT AFTER THAT SHE WILL I GUESS JUST STAND AROUND AWKWARDLY? her life is so hard]
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Are you. Staying...?
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I suppose I don't have much of a reason to.
[except for like...being concerned for his well-being...that seems kind of awkward though?]
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[Watches her... confused. Is she... worried? Why would she hang around if she doesn't think she has a reason???]
Uh... no, not. Really? Unless, I guess, you can... think. Of one?
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maybe she should bring him a roll of bandages or something............he could use those right??]
I suppose it would be...[uh]...appropriate to stay until a medical professional arrived.