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comelately) wrote in aionlogs2022-07-29 10:35 pm
my foolish heart...
WHO: Jonathan "Johnny" "Jojo" "Joe Kid" Joestar & Pleromies
WHAT: post-event failing to relax after getting heroically fucked up in Godsblood
WHERE: Greentruth (main portion and ground-level farms)
WHEN: post-event, late in the month
WARNINGS: n/a other than injury care
A. greentruth higher levels
[ They'd won the day in Godsblood. They'd won the day, and, somehow, he helped them win it. Johnny's not really one for heroics. That said, he is a big fan of winning things, and he has to say that it feels damn good for the underdog to come out on top this time.
Or, rather, it would feel good if he wasn't covered in burns.
After barely managing to crawl back to Greentruth, he's been in the same boat as many other Pleroma: laid up in a sick bed. Their makeshift medical camp up in the trees is "rustic," as are most things in their treetop hideaway, but the presence of a few people capable of using healing powers makes a big difference. Of course, being lit on fire was no small injury, and the medics around insisted that Johnny make time for his body to heal - in his condition, particularly. If an infection set in on his legs, he might not know until it was too late without anyone paying attention.
So he stays. For a day. A day and a half, actually. He's grateful that the place is mostly open-air, because it makes it a little bit easier not to think of dark, stagnant air or remember the smell of blood and piss that sat heavy in it. It means it takes a little bit longer for him to start waking up with his heart racing and a hand clutching at his thigh for a needle that isn't there. Every nurse that isn't an Aion is treated with tense cordiality, Johnny's eyes on their hands, their pockets. It's paranoia, he knows. Knowing, however, isn't enough to make him stop imagining the smile on their faces when they turn away, the things they might be doing when he's asleep.
Those coming to visit on the second half of that second day - whether looking for Johnny specifically, or maybe another injured person - will see him sitting up straight on his bed, still swaddled in bandages, staring quite hard at his wheelchair, parked on the other side of the makeshift sickbay. And, miraculously, the wheelchair actually starts to head in his direction... although it's less miraculous to anyone who can see the supernatural, as they'll see his tiny Stand struggling to push it over towards him. ]
B. greentruth ground level
[ Eventually, he does make his great escape from the recovery ward, such as it is. Since then, he's been trying to keep busy. It's partially because he wants a distraction from the pain of his injuries, partially because he needs the money, and partially because he's realizing that he can't keep living like this. He's not making progress. He saved Vaeka. So what? For him, nothing has changed.
He needs to do something. What that something is, however, he has no idea, and, severely limited in his ability to search for that something, he defaults to the only something he's good at: raising and riding animals. There aren't any horses in Greentruth (outside of one very rude one, and he doesn't want to talk to her), but he's become rather familiar with a handful of the kocsigyik breeders due to his regular need of their animals. One of them, finally, agreed to let him do a little bit of work around the stables, though he'd regarded Johnny with quite a bit of skepticism. Of course, that only made Johnny more determined to excel.
Today, he's helping train a few of the younger beasts. Two of them, towering over Johnny in his chair despite their young age, are following after him, their leads in one hand as he rolls backwards with the other. Despite the uneven terrain, the wheel turns unusually easily under his fingertips, and while he looks tired and bandaged, he's also surprisingly tranquil. They sure as hell aren't horses. But they aren't all that different, and they have their own charm about them, he thinks - not at all like the awful creatures he knew as dinosaurs back home, something that's very, very clear as they reach the end of the paddock and one of them wanders up to him and starts trying to eat his hat. ]
Hey - hey, careful! [ but he's laughing a little, even as the dinosaur makes him wince touching his burns, and the kocsigyik swiftly finds what it's looking for: a few treats that Johnny had hidden up there. ] All right, smartass, you got me.
C. OTHER
[ if you want to meet up with Johnny for something specific, just PM me and let's figure something out! ]
WHAT: post-event failing to relax after getting heroically fucked up in Godsblood
WHERE: Greentruth (main portion and ground-level farms)
WHEN: post-event, late in the month
WARNINGS: n/a other than injury care
A. greentruth higher levels
[ They'd won the day in Godsblood. They'd won the day, and, somehow, he helped them win it. Johnny's not really one for heroics. That said, he is a big fan of winning things, and he has to say that it feels damn good for the underdog to come out on top this time.
Or, rather, it would feel good if he wasn't covered in burns.
After barely managing to crawl back to Greentruth, he's been in the same boat as many other Pleroma: laid up in a sick bed. Their makeshift medical camp up in the trees is "rustic," as are most things in their treetop hideaway, but the presence of a few people capable of using healing powers makes a big difference. Of course, being lit on fire was no small injury, and the medics around insisted that Johnny make time for his body to heal - in his condition, particularly. If an infection set in on his legs, he might not know until it was too late without anyone paying attention.
So he stays. For a day. A day and a half, actually. He's grateful that the place is mostly open-air, because it makes it a little bit easier not to think of dark, stagnant air or remember the smell of blood and piss that sat heavy in it. It means it takes a little bit longer for him to start waking up with his heart racing and a hand clutching at his thigh for a needle that isn't there. Every nurse that isn't an Aion is treated with tense cordiality, Johnny's eyes on their hands, their pockets. It's paranoia, he knows. Knowing, however, isn't enough to make him stop imagining the smile on their faces when they turn away, the things they might be doing when he's asleep.
Those coming to visit on the second half of that second day - whether looking for Johnny specifically, or maybe another injured person - will see him sitting up straight on his bed, still swaddled in bandages, staring quite hard at his wheelchair, parked on the other side of the makeshift sickbay. And, miraculously, the wheelchair actually starts to head in his direction... although it's less miraculous to anyone who can see the supernatural, as they'll see his tiny Stand struggling to push it over towards him. ]
B. greentruth ground level
[ Eventually, he does make his great escape from the recovery ward, such as it is. Since then, he's been trying to keep busy. It's partially because he wants a distraction from the pain of his injuries, partially because he needs the money, and partially because he's realizing that he can't keep living like this. He's not making progress. He saved Vaeka. So what? For him, nothing has changed.
He needs to do something. What that something is, however, he has no idea, and, severely limited in his ability to search for that something, he defaults to the only something he's good at: raising and riding animals. There aren't any horses in Greentruth (outside of one very rude one, and he doesn't want to talk to her), but he's become rather familiar with a handful of the kocsigyik breeders due to his regular need of their animals. One of them, finally, agreed to let him do a little bit of work around the stables, though he'd regarded Johnny with quite a bit of skepticism. Of course, that only made Johnny more determined to excel.
Today, he's helping train a few of the younger beasts. Two of them, towering over Johnny in his chair despite their young age, are following after him, their leads in one hand as he rolls backwards with the other. Despite the uneven terrain, the wheel turns unusually easily under his fingertips, and while he looks tired and bandaged, he's also surprisingly tranquil. They sure as hell aren't horses. But they aren't all that different, and they have their own charm about them, he thinks - not at all like the awful creatures he knew as dinosaurs back home, something that's very, very clear as they reach the end of the paddock and one of them wanders up to him and starts trying to eat his hat. ]
Hey - hey, careful! [ but he's laughing a little, even as the dinosaur makes him wince touching his burns, and the kocsigyik swiftly finds what it's looking for: a few treats that Johnny had hidden up there. ] All right, smartass, you got me.
C. OTHER
[ if you want to meet up with Johnny for something specific, just PM me and let's figure something out! ]
A
...It's good to see you made it, Johnny.
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Oh, you're... Caitlyn, right? [ he shifts in his seat slightly, though the motion causes him to flinch slightly as the sheets graze his burned hands. ] Uh, yeah. I die hard.
[ which has caused him some small amount of guilt in his life, but that's neither here nor there. ]
Same to you, though.
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Yes. I...brought this for you. Assuming you feel up to eating.
[It's got to be better than what counts as 'hospital food' on Horos, right?]
I never got to really check on you after Venera.
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Oh... Thanks.
[ the mention of Venera is somewhat embarrassing, considering he was feverish and out of his head for their entire interaction; he saves himself from having to make eye contact by lifting up the basket lid and peering inside while he talks. ]
Well, I lived through that, too. [ ... ] Sorry I acted so weird back then.
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It's quite alright.
[Caitlyn's also not the type to stand on ceremony. She plunks down in a nearby chair.]
I appreciated it, regardless of how strange that all was. This world is full of bizarre things that don't make sense, and made anything you did seem normal.
I LOST THIS TAG SOMEHOW i'm so sorry!
he doesn't say it, but it's nice that she sits down too - feels less like he's being talked down at. He huffs half a laugh. ]
Yeah, you have a point there... You were sick, too, anyway.
[ she probably didn't notice that he was acting particularly weird due to the fact that she was also acting weird. It's fine. Closing the lid of the basket, he looks back over at her. ]
You don't look like you got hurt too bad. You were sniping, right?
It's all good.
I was, yes.
[There's a slight quiver in her voice. She has one regret.]
I was the one that shot Misa, the teenage blonde girl with the petrification eyes. I didn't get into a direct confrontation, really. I just kept her pinned down, though she did manage to get my hand, briefly.
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... She's still alive, though?
[ he does a good job sounding neutral about it, but it's probably not hard to tell he's conflicted about this. ]
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[Not...then, at least.]
Though I confess, in future I might have to. She's a real zealot, and she...tried to encourage me to shoot her to expose my position.
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She's right. Of course they might have to. If it came down to it, he'd shoot her, too. Wouldn't he? ]
Yeah... Yeah, I know. Don't mind me. [ idly, he runs a hand through his hair (mercifully unharmed by the fire but solidly mussed by his stint laying down on a medical cot.) ] I did see her hanging around outside a couple days before. I should have known she'd be involved in the whole thing.
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[There's no denying that she must be dealt with in combat engagements. And that means, in all likelihood that the job will fall to the ranged oriented people.]
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Not that young... [ Johnny sounds faintly defensive, mostly because he's pretty sure Misa around his own age. ] You don't look that much older.
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[She's in her mid 20s, despite how young she might look.]
And I've been involved in combat and dangerous situations for a while now. I work in law enforcement at home. Young may be the wrong word, though, I'll grant you. She's inexperienced.
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[ spoken as if that makes a difference... he's not "joe kid" anymore!! ]
Are you some kinda cop, then? I remember you mentioning that before, kind of...
[ his memories of a lot of things in Venera are pretty hazy. Part of him thinks it's unusual for a woman to be in law enforcement, but after meeting Hot Pants (to say nothing of all the women he's met here) he can't see any reason why a woman couldn't do it. They can be tough as shit. In his opinion. ]
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[She was right.
His question gets him an arched eyebrow.]
Yes, I am. Or I suppose I was. I was taken off the force shortly before coming here. The Sherriff was working for Silco, the...man from my world working with the Kenoma, and he pulled me to keep me out of his way.
So, former cop is probably better.
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[ manipulating the police is rarely a good sign. Johnny doesn't know who Silco is - has neither met him nor really heard about him - but it feels like a safe assumption. ]
Sounds like you have some pretty bad luck.
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[That makes her laugh.]
And yes, I really, really do.