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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-- ]

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...Ah.

[ 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?

[ Luckily (or unluckily) for Abel, Himeka doesn't read too much into that expression. She's prone to rather vacant looks herself at times. Though she does pause to regard him with a curious look of her own. ]

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. ]

--Yes! To his place...! That's what I was going to suggest, mm. I'm sure Mr. Dokja will be fine with you keeping him company, too-- and honestly, he might could do with a bit of babysitting if we're being honest here...

[ perfect. perfect?? this all works out perfectly and flawlessly. ]

I'm almost certain he's concussed... trying to make sure he gets in bed and stays there might be something of a chore, you know?

Mmm, I suppose you're right.

[ Her main goal is to tend to Dokja, isn't it? Sightseeing will doubtlessly have to come after. ]

I trust you know the way, then?

[ haha,

...after a pause just long enough to start becoming awkward, ]

Not a single clue, actually~! You, ah. You can't, say... wake him up as easily as you put him to sleep, can you? Just out of curiosity's sake. I-in case that becomes relevant.

Oh yes, we can wake him up.

[ She stops then, turning to face Abel and Dokja fully. ]

You just need to hit him.

...Hit him?

[ Abel's footsteps abruptly come to a halt, and he almost bumps into poor Himeka for the way she's suddenly ceased her pace in front of him. for a moment, he simply stares at her as if contemplating if he's misheard her-- ]

Hm. Hit him, you say. If that's the only way, I suppose I might take one for the team. Do my civic duty and all that. Just a little whack, right...? A tiny one? It isn't like he doesn't deserve it for being so pig-headed. No one has to know. You wouldn't tattle on me, right...? It would be our little secret?

[ whispering, ]

It shouldn't take much.

[ See? Not so bad. ]

I wouldn't generally recommend it with someone that's already severely injured, but...

[ Himeka has Esuna. Has she forgotten that? Yes. Yes she has.

She holds a finger to her lips. ]

Just between you and me. And it's good to know that if I need you to hit me in the future I can count on you.

[ Himeka...... so glad he has finally found someone to share in his utterly 2iq shenanigans. this is a blessed day, a glimmer of light on a gray and otherwise stressful evening. bless this woman. ]

Oh, yes, you can absolutely count on me in your time of need, Miss Himeka... so~! Should Dokja not wake by the time we've gotten into the city, I'll simply have to...

[ he makes a 'POW' sound effect with his mouth, and you know he'd be doing some lame kung-fu chop if his hands weren't preoccupied holding this loser, right, ]

[ She is entirely too willing to go along with most ideas just to see what happens. In this case she is actually a little enamored at the idea of Abel using some sweet martial arts moves on their charge to wake him up.

Smart? No. Amusing? Yes. (She can heal it, it's fine.)

Himeka nods. ]

Yep! Should be relatively painless. Except for the small amount of pain. But don't worry, I can take care of that.

[ It's a perfectly imperfect plan. ]

Mm, mm. I don't see what could go wrong, honestly... between the two of us, Mr. Dokja really is in the best of hands, so it's perfectly fine...! Perfectly fine.

[ Abel's nodding right along, which just furthers the circle of enabling happening between the two of them; is the universe beginning to realize this is a horribly dangerous partnership that is coming together over one man's unconscious body...?

Dokja, what have you wrought........... ]

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i mean... not with that attitude

good point, hopefully it won't hurt

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