MOCK WEEK

[strangerpeople]

MOCK WEEK

[Awaken.

Fifteen strangers have been gathered to the Depths. When they awaken, they will feel nauseous in their stomachs. No doubt confused. Perhaps, even terrified. And certainly, there is a good reason for it - they are not where they were before. If they had powers back where they came from, they seem to be all gone. And it appears that someone has left...guidelines for them. Who? Its uncertain. So far, there seems to be no one else save for them in this hot and stuffy place. No...'intercessor' to be seen yet, certainly.

There are a few small graces for this group, at least. Their memories are intact. And, perhaps, they will discover the power that their Title brings to them. But these are only small graces.

So welcome.

There are fifteen strangers in this place.]


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[reverseit]

[ Akane tracks down her brother in the armory. She waits until he is not holding a weapon in his hand before she approaches him, taking the time to temporarily clop two - to - one steps with her left foot versus her right to signify that it is her. She then approaches him from the side, hugging him tightly. ]

Stop. [ She whispers. ] This isn't part of the plan, Aoi.

[jinglebros]

[ Aoi is relaxed by the time she gets near, because he knows it's her. So yeah, he allows the hug, though he keeps his eyes open the entire time in case someone else might try to approach. ] Yeah, okay. [ He says in response, his voice a little louder than either of them would probably like. He grabs her left arm and raises the wrist, the one with fabric from Junpei's vest tied around it. ] And this is?

[reverseit]

[ Akane smiles tightly and does not even try to pull her arm out of his grasp. She steps in front of him and leans in closer, pressing her forehead to his, looking into his eyes. ] Of course not. [ She says flatly. ] That's why we change and adapt. That's why we do something new.

[ Has he forgotten what it is like? Has he forgotten all the plans they made before? ]

[jinglebros]

[ Of course he hasn't forgotten! He's just been trying to get her close enough to touch her, because he has a feeling that there's something he can do if he does. Something to get her out. His fingertips itch like something wants to get out and he closes his eyes, reaching out and placing his palm over her heart as he concentrates. ]

I'm sorry. [ He's not sure why he's saying this, he just feels like it's necessary. Why does he feel so sorrowful? Guilty?

What exactly has he done

He backs up now, dropping her arm, and keeps an eye on her warily. ]

Get yourself out.

[reverseit]

[ Akane's eyes flash and in that moment, she is not herself. She hears it, a shriek that is loud enough to erase everything else, she cannot tell whether it is inside or outside and she has no idea it is her herself that it is shrieking. Grabbing the nearest weapon, a shortsword that he had been previously examining, she aims it towards him and stabs it into his abdomen. It is at that moment the shriek fades; she drops the sword and stares at what is before her, hands to her mouth. ]

[jinglebros]

[ All Santa really registers at first is the pain and the sound of his own body thudding to the floor. He's still alive but there's a warmth coming out of his body and as he puts his hands to his stomach and raises them up he sees blood isn't that supposed to be inside of him, he thinks numbly? ]

[warmdolls]

[ So, the thing about first aid kits is you need some kind of blade and-- HANSEL FUCK WHAT DID HE COME IN ON. Well. Good thing he's actually got a PhD in a lot of biological sciences! ]

You idiots! Apply pressure to that wound, I'll be right back!

[ And Behemo pulls off the dress he's wearing (thankfully with a lighter dress under it for padding) and tosses it at the girl before running off with a sense of purpose. ]

[reverseit]

[ Yes, Akane is the worst idiot! But thankfully she is not so much of an idiot she cannot act, she catches the dress and uses it as told to press against the wound. The wound that she gave to Aoi, what the hell just happened what just happened why had this happened why -- no! She slaps herself on the face with one hand before putting it back on the cloth and pressing down again. She can cry but she must not freak out, she must concentrate on helping save her brother's life! ]

I'm sorry i'm sorry i'm sorry

[ But even so, still she chants this, over and over and over. ]

[jinglebros]

[ Santa is starting to come back to himself and he's sort of regretting that because it's accompanied by even more sense of pain. Not that he can't take pain but holy shit this fucking hurts and if he didn't have a sense of self preservation, he'd try to get away from her hands because pressure hurts even worse. ] No, I'm sorry, I did it, I don't know how but I did it. It's my fault. [ His responses are weak but determined. ] Stop crying, Kanny, it's not your fault.

[warmdolls]

[ Behemo comes back, with a needle, thread, some ripped-up cloth for bandages and a couple of bottles of alcohol. ]

Okay, this is going to hurt, but I don't exactly have anything to numb the pain.

[ So when Akane moves, he sure is going to be stitching up that wound with a needle and thread after pouring some mead on the wound. ]

[reverseit]

[ Akane understands what she is supposed to do and moves out of the way, but she hovers around the other side while holding onto Aoi's hand. ] Is there anything I can do? Or have I done enough?

[jinglebros]

Ugh, it's okay. I stitched up Seven once when he got shot, if that lug can handle it, I can handle it too. [ Okay so he's talking about shit that's not really applicable at all, but he figures he's allowed with as much pain as he's in and how much more he's about to be in. He looks Akane in the eye, though. ]

Sure you don't wanna finish the job, sis?

[ He says this even while he clings to her hand. ]

You could get out and find him.

[warmdolls]

No. No one is killing anyone, because I refuse to die here over this.

[ So yeah. Definitely sewing up that wound. While he's doing that... ]

Go run and grab two sets of gloves from the clothier. I'm going to need your help applying bandages, and our hands are going to be bloody. We need to put something between us and those bandages.

[reverseit]

[ Akane glares at Aoi as her only response to his statement, then she stands up. She lets go of his hand quite reluctantly before running to the clothier and coming back in record time. ] Thank you. [ She says as a whisper as she hands over a pair of gloves to Behemo, the only volume she can manage over her fresh tears.
She slips on the other pair. ]

[jinglebros]

[ Santa may have thought he was prepared for the pain but he really was not, because it is basically nearly blinding. It's all he can do to not try to get the hell away from that needle, but he knows if he tries to then he could very well fucking die. So he keeps himself as still as damn well possible but he's making a hell of a lot of noise because of the pain at this point. Christ, this is going to be embarrassing later. ]

[warmdolls]

[ When he's done stitching up the wound, he pours more of the alcohol over it. He knows it'll sting, but it's the best he has. Then, the gloves go on. ]

All right, help me with this. Tight, but not so tight he can't breathe.

[ Sitting you up carefully, enough to get bandages around you, Santa. ]

[reverseit]

[ Akane helps with the bandages, pulling on them so that they go on with the required tightness. Her tears are clearing up at this point, she cannot cry when she has a task in front of her, especially not when that task is helping save her brother. ]

[jinglebros]

[ At this point, Santa is praying to pass out, but it hasn't happened yet. What the fuck man, what the fuck? Why does he have to have such a strong body? Oh right, the better to survive with. ] Godddd it fucking hurts. [ Stating the obvious, asshole, but what else is he supposed to do? ]

[warmdolls]

All right, there. We need to get him to his room. He's going on bed rest.

[ Don't want you making this work. Here you go, gonna help you up and-- Lean on him, dude. ]

[reverseit]

I'll stay by him most of the time, except when the rules say we can't. [ Akane cannot break those, she is not going to die because of some dumb rule breakage and leave a hurt brother behind. ] Is there a way we can make the bed more comfortable for him?

[jinglebros]

[ Santa leans on Behemo heavily and manages a weak smile for Akane. ] Don't need comfort. [ He mumbles. ] Just need my sister.

[warmdolls]

Cloth from the clothier could be layered on the bed, but it wouldn't do much comfort-wise, really.

[ So he's going to carefully and slowly lead him back to his room. Ugh. This is such a mess. ]