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aionlogs2022-07-29 10:35 pm
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! ]
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I don't really need "assistance..." [ although he knows Syr's just using that as an excuse for... something. He's not sure what. ] Did you want something?
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[He gestures to the wheelchair.] But it seems like you were on your way out, so I assume you don't want to talk in here.
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Yeah, something like that. You seem like you're doing pretty well.
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Still sore, but everyone did an excellent job covering Vaeka and I, so I sustained less injuries protecting her. She got out safely. [He takes a step back, not helping Johnny into the wheelchair... though he is watching to make sure he manages it.]
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Uh huh. I heard that she made it. [ a snort. ] I would've given you hell if you lost her after all the work we did.
[ he's joking... mostly. Now he's grabbing the little goodie basket that Caitlyn brought him and setting it on his lap - he's not leaving without that! ]
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I'm sure we all would have regretted failing her. [He pauses, mentally counting back the days.] She'll likely arrive with the entourage in a few days if you'd like to speak to her.
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If she wants to talk to me. She mostly just saw me getting my ass kicked...
[ he's a prideful little man, and he's kind of embarrassed at the idea of approaching Vaeka after she witnessed him rolling around on the ground screaming while on fire - which, in his mind, overshadows the whole "rescuing" thing he did. Once he's got Caitlyn's present on his lap, he opens the lid. ]
You want some fruit? I got grapes. [ spoken before popping one in his mouth, though he then freezes. ] Uh, do you eat fruit...?
[ or is that cannibalism...?! is he being offensive again. ]
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His expression twists into a wry smile.] I eat much the same things you do, yes.
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[ crisis averted - he holds a grape out to Syrlya, as offered previously. ]
There's only humans where I'm from, so I don't ever have a clue about that stuff.
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Humans exist in Tyria, but it is hard to imagine a world with nothing else. [Sylvari were weird even in Tyria. Maybe he should be relieved he hasn't had more people scream when they look at him.]
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[ although he has a feeling that, like this one, it would be filled with strife. Humans can barely get along with each other, let alone other species. Gingerly, he sets his hands on the wheels of his chair, experimentally moving forward a little. Yeah, it hurts - especially the burns on his hands, even through the bandages. He wrinkles his nose in pain, then ignores it, pushing through the discomfort to head out of the tent. It seems he's assuming Syrlya will follow. ]
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It's interesting, but the people of Horos don't seem to categorize themselves differently based on their... apparent species. [He puts a hand to his chin.] They don't seem to vary too much from each other, so they may well be all the same race.
[He's seen glimpses of the full-on furries here and there, which makes that conceptually a bit weird--but, maybe they really are all able to procreate with each other.]
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I meant more like us Aions, not just the natives. We've got people like Hayame walking around...
[ and Syrlya, who, by Johnny's estimation, is the second least human person around, but he won't say that to his face for fear of being rude. ]
It's kind of amazing they don't fight about it, honestly. Back home, humans'll kill each other just for being different colors. Everyone here is pretty cool about way bigger differences. They treat me pretty normally, too.
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Still, he shrugs a shoulder.] I suppose getting dragged into another world and thrust into serving a tyrant or being a fugitive is weighing on everyone's mind more than our physical differences.
[In a way, they're all displaced.] But, I understand. There have been centuries of wars between different races on Tyria, too... and within their own people.
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[ that's too bad, but hardly unexpected, given what he just said, himself. ]
... Well, good thing we all get along here. Mostly. If it weren't for the Regent, I bet you we'd get on with the Kenoma just fine, too.
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