• day 5 •

[otherness]

[Roxas drifts from place to place without any real life in his eyes. He's soaked from head to toe, dripping rainwater as he goes. Rain's stained his uniform and the little cravat he wears, and there are signs that he's been in a rough fight recently: holes and tears in his opened jacket, a nasty burn slicing apart his waistcoat. He's not in any real danger of dying since the bleeding has long since stopped, but he could probably use a reminder that he has Curaga equipped.

'Still kind of a zombie' has never been more apt. He's grieving and doesn't know what to do about it.]

[ooc: And with that, we've hit the ending which is like fifteen minutes of Riku and Roxas showing off and Victorian scenery porn.]

Comments

[otherness]

[Evzam? That's an interesting name. Whatever world this girl's from... it's not the kind of magic he's used to.

He feels like he's being scolded. His eyes drop, and he looks away.]

There were more important things to worry about.

[spiritofadventure]

[Ah, she sees that, and looks down too.]

Sorry. I've just...I've seen things like this turn really ugly really fast, and I worry. It's kind of how I am.

[She finishes cleaning, tears off the soiled bits of bandage and pours the rest of the concoction over the new edge of linen, which she presses against the wound and starts to wrap it up.]

This'll keep it clean until it heals. Try not to move around too much until it does, alright? Now lets see about the rest of these...

[otherness]

I'm not fragile or anything. [He feels like he's being mothered. Where did that even come from? Soulless don't have mothers. He shifts a little, testing the bandages but not squirming too much. Just to make sure he can breathe.] ... I'll have to stay here until it heals, I guess. I'm not in a safe place.

[The World That Never Was is crawling with mist monsters. Not the best place for bed rest.]

[spiritofadventure]

[Roxas, meet Castor's standard operating procedure.] Neither am I, and fevers have knocked me on my back more often than I'd like.

I saw an estate... ah, one of those large houses the wealthy live in - not far from here. Do you want to go there?

[otherness]

I've never been sick before. [He looks to be about fifteen. Is that even fucking possible?]

... But that's someone else's house, isn't it? I haven't actually gone in. [There's something foreboding about it.]

[spiritofadventure]

Ha? No reason to be proud about it. [She clearly doesn't believe it. Boys.]

I dunno. I haven't seen anyone in there. There's that inn-place too, if you'd rather go there.

[otherness]

Why? Is getting sick a good thing?

[He runs a hand through his hair.]

Inn place? You mean the bathhouse?

[spiritofadventure]

N-no but...you're serious?!

I guess so? I haven't been inside.

[otherness]

[He nods slowly.] If I've gotten sick before, I don't remember it.

I jumped the wall once. There's heated pools on the other side.

[spiritofadventure]

How did you manage that?

Huh. I might have to make a stop one day. Is there somewhere in there you could lie down for awhile?

[otherness]

[... A shrug.]

Yeah, I woke up in there before. I'll just go back.

[He runs a hand over the bandage.]

... Thanks.

[spiritofadventure]

Do you...need some help getting there?

[otherness]

I think I can manage it.

[He gathers his coat to his chest and moves to get up-- slowly, so he doesn't fall on his ass again.]

[spiritofadventure]

[Castor rises with him to make sure he at least makes it to standing.] If you're sure. It's not that far a walk, at least.