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WHO: Dokja, Himeka, and Abel
WHAT: Dokja has a booboo after his altercation with Gen; Abel is taking him to Himeka to make it better
WHERE: The Godsblood Lodestone
WHEN: After this
WARNINGS: Blood/head trauma/injury, Dokja got Messed Up
[ it has been an exceptionally long day - and yet one that has been fruitful for many. there are new faces among their rank at the Lodestone beneath Godsblood, awakening Pleroma saved from the fate of having fallen into the hands of the Kenoma, saved from knowing the nauseating sensation of that living liquid writhing down one's throat and driving them to madness.
but, as with all things, hasn't come simple or easy, nor without consequences.
it's grown late; most must have surely retreated to the city proper by now, looking to find temporary lodgings and to recuperate from a "rebirth" via chrysalis. but the traveling stones have sent two latecomers - Aions not newly reborn, but who've had time and experience in Horos' lands - stumbling rather abruptly outward as the shimmer of the teleportation spell deposits them in the chilly shadow of the Lodestone's monolith. Dokja is cradled in Abel's arms, face bloodlessly pale underneath bruises and lacerations, beneath the thick caking of blood dripping from somewhere at the side of his head. his temple got the worst of it-- but he's in a very, very bad way. to say someone made a punching bag of his face is no exaggeration. ]
Help-- I need help, quickly, he's--
[ the call rings out, echoes off of the high stone; it carries and makes him sound even more desperate, which is a rather impressive feat considering. and doesn't he have a good reason...? the man he's holding-- one might be forgiven for thinking Dokja might already be dead. ]
D-Dokja. Dokja, hold on, can you hear me? [ the priest is hurriedly stepping further into the ruins, naked fear and something plaintive in his gaze that searches for help. please-- please don't let him be too late. please don't be too late-- ]
WHAT: Dokja has a booboo after his altercation with Gen; Abel is taking him to Himeka to make it better
WHERE: The Godsblood Lodestone
WHEN: After this
WARNINGS: Blood/head trauma/injury, Dokja got Messed Up
[ it has been an exceptionally long day - and yet one that has been fruitful for many. there are new faces among their rank at the Lodestone beneath Godsblood, awakening Pleroma saved from the fate of having fallen into the hands of the Kenoma, saved from knowing the nauseating sensation of that living liquid writhing down one's throat and driving them to madness.
but, as with all things, hasn't come simple or easy, nor without consequences.
it's grown late; most must have surely retreated to the city proper by now, looking to find temporary lodgings and to recuperate from a "rebirth" via chrysalis. but the traveling stones have sent two latecomers - Aions not newly reborn, but who've had time and experience in Horos' lands - stumbling rather abruptly outward as the shimmer of the teleportation spell deposits them in the chilly shadow of the Lodestone's monolith. Dokja is cradled in Abel's arms, face bloodlessly pale underneath bruises and lacerations, beneath the thick caking of blood dripping from somewhere at the side of his head. his temple got the worst of it-- but he's in a very, very bad way. to say someone made a punching bag of his face is no exaggeration. ]
Help-- I need help, quickly, he's--
[ the call rings out, echoes off of the high stone; it carries and makes him sound even more desperate, which is a rather impressive feat considering. and doesn't he have a good reason...? the man he's holding-- one might be forgiven for thinking Dokja might already be dead. ]
D-Dokja. Dokja, hold on, can you hear me? [ the priest is hurriedly stepping further into the ruins, naked fear and something plaintive in his gaze that searches for help. please-- please don't let him be too late. please don't be too late-- ]
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He'll stay silent for now, halfheartedly nodding his head at her question of them all being in this together. Dokja's... actually never really thought that but who has to know!!
Just him? Just him.
Also, he's fine? But he can't seem to get a word in with all this planning the other two are doing, and so he opens his mouth to squeeze out one last useless protest. ]
I'm really okay, though...
[ Sure, maybe his head still aches a bit and he feels ready to pass out at any moment, but. That's just Dokja things. ]
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And hey, if all else fails, a well-timed sleep spell would do the trick...
Dokja is overruled as she smiles at Abel and gives a nod of agreement, the glow of her latest healing spell finally fading. ]
I've been staying in Greentruth but I'd be happy to stick around for a while. I'd like to see the city.
[ Nevermind that she's definitely not dressed for it. She rests her hands on her knees as she returns her smile to Dokja. ]
It would be upsetting if you split in two on the way or something.
[ That won't happen.
Probably? Yeah. ]
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--Ah! Well if that's the case, an excursion is long overdue...! It's quite nice, Miss Himeka-- a bit boisterous, but as long as you're not bothered by crowds? I bet you'll enjoy it!
[ Abel's beginning to pull himself back a bit, before he hesitates and looks at The Patient. ]
Hm. I definitely don't want him splitting in two... that would be terribly unfortunate, mm. Mm, mm. Just one of him is troublesome enough. Do you suppose he's alright to walk, or should I give him a taxi...?
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He is also starting to realize that no matter what he says, they've made up their minds. The very least he can at this point is to walk on his own without relying on anyone.
And look, he'll prove that he's able to walk. Just give him a second... as he tries to prop himself up on his elbows... Ignore the grimace on his face as his head screams and throbs in protest. When he moves his hand to his head and then pulls it away, his fingers come away sticky with blood. Shit, he needs to clean himself up.
But, hey. The important part is that he's no longer on the brink of death, agreed? ]
I can walk.
[ He tries to push himself up further but stops short once his surroundings start spinning. Uh, is it doing that for anyone else? ]
apparently DW ate my tag SORRY GUYS
Does that mean you're playing tour guide?
[ Or rather, can he say no?
Dokja certainly makes an attempt, she will give him points for that. But she will also have to subtract those points if he starts to undo a bit of the healing she's done for him in a few seconds of stubbornness. ]
Hmmm...
[ Himeka purses her lips, eyes narrowing as she looks over her new ward. ]
He may need to be carried.
[ Sorry not sorry, Dokja. ]
how utterly dare. unforgivable; 1/2
[ he is FRETTING, he is absolutely Fretting now as he gently stretches a hand to steady Dokja's shoulder. you lunatic?? stop... ]
Miss Himeka is right; I don't think you should be on your feet right now, so-- please, take it easy! I'll simply have to carry you, so don't make a fuss, would you? Goodness, this is turning into a whole thing-- Hm.
[ well then. the only question becomes, ]
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EATS DW!!!
And what does his attempt earn him? Utter betrayal.
He goes from staring at Himeka in disbelief, mouth open for another protest, but then he's whipping his head around at a speed that most definitely has him wincing in pain.
A... a pretty what now??? ]
... Please knock me out instead.
No nutrients in that!!
But no. She watches as he tries and fails with a sort of bemused expression and her tail swishing behind her gently. Not entirely unlike a cat who has found something to finally keep its attention.
(If she thought he were truly in danger of bursting this would be a different story, of course. Sometimes the best medicine is well-intended ribbing from allies.)
Dokja's request does open up Himeka's expression as her brows raise and her lips form an "o". ]
Oh? We could do that.
[ The fact that she's drawing a new spell her palms should indicate the nature of her solution. This aether, however, carries a light purple hue in contrast to the blues and greens of her healing magicks.
She cants her head in Abel's direction. ]
What do you think, Father Abel?
idk if we can talk about nutrients on pleroma when our chars eat floor meat,
so Abel's smile is smooth and easy as he casts blue eyes toward Himeka. self-assured. confident. smug. ]
You know what, Miss Himeka...? That sounds like a wonderful idea.
what is the nutritional value of floor
Sure, being unconscious would keep his thoughts away from what had transpired not long ago, make it so that he doesn't feel the residue of that formerly agonizing pain, and he wouldn't have to die inside at being carried like a... a...........
How did Dokja find himself in the company of two maniacs. ]
No, really, I can walk. Here...
[ He has to brace his hands against the ground as he slides one leg under him to try and hoist himself up, but it's like all the strength has left his legs and the dizziness returns with a vengeance as he tips dangerously to one side when he's about half-way up. ]
free calories
Sorry, Dokja. The vote is two to one. ]
Rest well, dear Dokja!
[ The fact that she can say that with what sounds like an earnestly pleasant tone should probably be concerning.
With a flick of her wrist, the purplish cloud of aether is flung at Dokja. Several bubbles appear and pop almost comically around him as the Sleep spell tries to envelope him. Resting is part of the healing process. ]
0cals, 0braincells
[ the priest is gently catching his swooning princess as Dokja unsteadily tilts, and then slumps right on into his awaiting arms. wow... just like a damsel in distress fainting at the sight of her prince...... beautiful.
Abel is leaning to gently slide one arm beneath Dokja's knees, the other cradling his back to give the man a firm but delicate lift. oopsy daisy-- ]
Look, he's all tuckered out after a busy day... poor thing.
[ look, Himeka......... kids grow so fast, don't they... ]
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AGAIN ]
is dokja their child now
[ It's a valid question, figuring out who she is going to need to keep an eye on more. (Of course she wouldn't stop someone from throwing themselves into battle should that be their desire, but still.)
Himeka moves to stand, not bothering to dust off her skirt or knees from any sand or grime from the floor. ]
That spell won't last indefinitely, so we should hurry. I can take another look at him once he's settled.
does dokja deserve to have himama...
I wish I could say that isn't the case, but... so far? His record isn't terribly impressive.
[ Dokja had been seriously injured after some scuffles in the Suffer Cave - and now, he'd almost lost his life to that boy's hands.
...but she's right; they shouldn't dawdle, and so he's heading in the direction of the tunnels that will lead surface-side. ]
I ran into him and one of the Kenoma at the Lover's shrine, but by the time I'd gotten there-- he was already... [ ...like this. his face one giant bruise, and Gen's mace having collided full tilt with Dokja's head. ]
it's a curse that shouldn't be inflected on anyone tbh
She's happy to lead the way through the winding corridors carved out of the very stone. Truth be told, she prefers the water route, but she figures this is better for Dokja. ]
It sounds like there were a lot of fights. He's not the only one in poor condition that's been brought back.
[ Though arguably one of the worst. Estinien had been mostly conscious, at least.
Still, she offers a smile over her shoulder to Abel and nods. ]
It's good that you found him. He'll pull through thanks to you.
i believe u mean a gift?????? himami???
being reckless but having self-healing so it's probably fine (no)
ah... the news others had suffered injuries as well makes the feeling of a tightness in his chest deepen a bit, although he's doing a best to ignore it and not give it time to further weigh down on his spirits. Abel knows that they were fighting for a good cause; saving others from the fate their friends now lost to the Regent... it was inevitable there would be sacrifices, even if it's no secret he highly dislikes that fact. ]
Did you run into any trouble yourself, Miss Himeka...? It sounds like it's been-- ah. Quite a day for everyone, hm?
HIMAMI...i'm dying harder than dokja now
It is indeed the way of battle and while not every one can commit themselves to the battlefield, there will inevitably be those that do put themselves in harm's way. It doesn't upset her to the extent it does him since she has never shied away from it, but she would be lying if she didn't think she has some responsibility towards the rest of their allies. As much as she also wants to be on the front lines, she and a few others have a duty off the battlefield too.
Himeka purses her lips, then shakes her head ]
Unfortunately, no.
[ That comes off poorly, but she had very much been looking for trouble. A particular brand of trouble. ]
--Or rather, it ended up being a good thing. I think.
[ If she didn't find Zenos then it's very possible he just didn't hatch with everyone else. That's the theory she has to go with.
With a small sigh as they press through the narrow corridor--Abel will need to make sure he's not incidentally giving Dokja further head injuries along the way--she gives Abel a very quick once-over. ]
Are you unharmed?
happy mother's day himami 😌🙏
Hm. That was a very mysterious response...
[ MYSTERIOUS...
--but he's quick to shake his head in answer to her next question. ...and then bob an affirmative when he realizes what he's just said. ]
No, no-- I wasn't hurt! Thankfully. The Kenoma who hurt Mr. Dokja was in bad straits himself and ended up being carried off by one of his companions, so-- neither of us engaged in any kind of combat. It was a relief... a big relief. I'm not sure what would have happened, otherwise-- I suppose a stroke of good luck was in my favor things worked out that way...
where are her gifts?
Himeka doesn't expound on her answer at all. (Dialogue options are woefully limited sometimes.)
It sounds like Abel arrived at the end of the altercation, then. Bully for him and Dokja both that he was able to bring the other back without further incident. ]
I suppose we may get the full story when he wakes up.
[ She doesn't know Dokja enough at all, clearly.
Though for her own investigation of sorts... ]
The Kenoma... do you remember what they looked like?
she gets the gift of their... love...?
that question has Abel's head tilting briefly in Himeka's direction; there is something complicated in his expression before his shoulders heave softly. ]
I do... but, it's-- it wasn't someone who's name I'm familiar with.
[ which isn't a lie; there were several of the Kenoma who refused the pleasantries of introduction, and Gen had certainly been one of them. ]
I don't know the details quite yet, Miss Himeka, but... I think something happened between him and Mr. Dokja. I'm hoping that he might be able to shed some light into everything once he's feeling well enough, just as you said.
you can't eat that...
We'll just have to wait and see when he's feeling up to it, then.
[ She's content to wait and see a bit of Godsblood for herself in the meantime. ]
We can take him to your place, I assume?
i mean... not with that attitude
[ ah. ah, right. their destination. their destination that they're going to, right now. right now at this moment. the place they're going as they speak. the place.
Abel's giving Himeka a rather vacant, empty sort of smile, ]
...Pardon?
good point, hopefully it won't hurt
Unless you were going to take him to his? It's probably fine either way, though I didn't ask if I could stay with him instead.
[ Just three peas in a pod in Abel's totally existing and accommodating abode. ]
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