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[ they fidget when he touches their feet--they're a little ticklish there--but his answer provides them ample distraction. ]
Slightly's putting it lightly. You're really odd-looking.
[ on the other hand, they lived with anthropomorphic goats; they're not here to judge what any monster looks like--so it's not really said unkindly. just a matter-of-fact way. he isn't some horribly disfigured mess, so he doesn't get made fun of. ]
What's with the... horns? Is that what they are? They're small and useless-looking. [ they motion at the things near his ears. ]
Slightly's putting it lightly. You're really odd-looking.
[ on the other hand, they lived with anthropomorphic goats; they're not here to judge what any monster looks like--so it's not really said unkindly. just a matter-of-fact way. he isn't some horribly disfigured mess, so he doesn't get made fun of. ]
What's with the... horns? Is that what they are? They're small and useless-looking. [ they motion at the things near his ears. ]
Oh. [ very simple reaction. fire isn't so bad for them--fire is comforting, really, considering who they associate it with
(which makes it a little sad at the same time)
but it seems upsetting for him. chara returns to drifting their fingers through his hair, watching the fire flicker in the mirror. it isn't their memory, so they're fine with the mirror. how simple is that? ] Did it hurt?
(which makes it a little sad at the same time)
but it seems upsetting for him. chara returns to drifting their fingers through his hair, watching the fire flicker in the mirror. it isn't their memory, so they're fine with the mirror. how simple is that? ] Did it hurt?
It can't be that ba-- [ that's them hissing mid-denial. oh no, that's definitely bad. not as bad as walking on glass, but it's up there.
let them just. hiss themselves out, hajime, they'll quiet down and work on flexing their fingers against their thighs in good time. they'd squeeze their eyes shut too, but watching her work makes this easier to stomach. doesn't make it any less painful, but--easier. ]
let them just. hiss themselves out, hajime, they'll quiet down and work on flexing their fingers against their thighs in good time. they'd squeeze their eyes shut too, but watching her work makes this easier to stomach. doesn't make it any less painful, but--easier. ]
[ kids are so smart these days. (never mind that dipper is basically the same age as them, more or less.)
"die" seems to be a good word to use here, as they jerk at it and stop reaching for their next shard victim. ]
I'm not planning on dying. [ but he has a point; they're losing blood, and they'll probably lose more if they keep on. they give a nasty look to the rest of the mirrors they haven't shattered--their reflections send it right back, which make them turn away too quickly--and grit their teeth. they stand up very slowly, shoving their hands in their pockets. ] ...fine. We can leave.
[ ...they're still going to have to step on glass, but the worst of it's probably going to be avoided now. thanks dipper you're a good uh. er. anyway.
note they didn't confirm or deny their stunning public service work, but it's probably obvious they're not really doing it for anyone but themself anyway. ]
"die" seems to be a good word to use here, as they jerk at it and stop reaching for their next shard victim. ]
I'm not planning on dying. [ but he has a point; they're losing blood, and they'll probably lose more if they keep on. they give a nasty look to the rest of the mirrors they haven't shattered--their reflections send it right back, which make them turn away too quickly--and grit their teeth. they stand up very slowly, shoving their hands in their pockets. ] ...fine. We can leave.
[ ...they're still going to have to step on glass, but the worst of it's probably going to be avoided now. thanks dipper you're a good uh. er. anyway.
note they didn't confirm or deny their stunning public service work, but it's probably obvious they're not really doing it for anyone but themself anyway. ]
Edited 2016-02-20 21:17 (UTC)
[ he promptly fumbles when chara asks about his 'horns,' almost dropping his roll of bandages and barely managing to catch it before it hits the ground. ]
Oh ... well, you're not wrong. They don't actually do anything. [ he forces a weak laugh, clearly uncomfortable with the subject and smudging the truth when he answers. ] They're just antlers. Um, we're not supposed to have them, but they ... accidentally happen, for some of us. We're called Jackalopes, if we have them.
[ a small nod as he ties up the bandages around chara's feet. ]
There. Try not to run too much, but you should be okay to walk, now. [ sitting back on his heels, he gives chara a smile. ] You did really well at tolerating the pain, you've been very strong. Would you let me look at your hands, too?
Oh ... well, you're not wrong. They don't actually do anything. [ he forces a weak laugh, clearly uncomfortable with the subject and smudging the truth when he answers. ] They're just antlers. Um, we're not supposed to have them, but they ... accidentally happen, for some of us. We're called Jackalopes, if we have them.
[ a small nod as he ties up the bandages around chara's feet. ]
There. Try not to run too much, but you should be okay to walk, now. [ sitting back on his heels, he gives chara a smile. ] You did really well at tolerating the pain, you've been very strong. Would you let me look at your hands, too?
[ jackalopes are just urban myths back in their world... but then again, anthropomorphic goats. maybe they're actually real too. ]
Sure. [ they'll hold out their hands--they're probably worse off than their feet, since they were punching mirrors--then pull them away, giving lop a glare. ] Don't treat me like I'm some stupid kid, by the way. I'm fourteen. We blew the candles out on my cake and everything.
[ ...and then holding them back out to get worked on.
(don't tell them that they're still a kid. they're the oldest kid they know, so they're an adult.) ]
Sure. [ they'll hold out their hands--they're probably worse off than their feet, since they were punching mirrors--then pull them away, giving lop a glare. ] Don't treat me like I'm some stupid kid, by the way. I'm fourteen. We blew the candles out on my cake and everything.
[ ...and then holding them back out to get worked on.
(don't tell them that they're still a kid. they're the oldest kid they know, so they're an adult.) ]
[ fourteen. so, definitely a child. but still, he knows that this is the age where children tend to be the most prideful and defensive. lop just gives an apologetic smile before leaning in to inspect chara's hands. ]
Right. Sorry. I'll keep it in mind.
[ he gets right to tweezing the glass out of chara's hands, handling them carefully -- there are a few deeper cuts this time, ringed with forming bruises. ]
Can I ask how you got hurt like this, by the way? I didn't see anything that would cause cuts like this on the way here ...
Right. Sorry. I'll keep it in mind.
[ he gets right to tweezing the glass out of chara's hands, handling them carefully -- there are a few deeper cuts this time, ringed with forming bruises. ]
Can I ask how you got hurt like this, by the way? I didn't see anything that would cause cuts like this on the way here ...
I got in a fight with-- [ a small hiss. give them a second. ...they're good. ] mirrors. My reflection. And stuff. They-- It sounds stupid, never mind.
[ ...yeah, they don't want to say "oh yes the mirrors showed off a really awful memory for me" because it sounds stupid. mirrors only reflect, they don't show off what isn't there..... except here apparently. ]
[ ...yeah, they don't want to say "oh yes the mirrors showed off a really awful memory for me" because it sounds stupid. mirrors only reflect, they don't show off what isn't there..... except here apparently. ]
Yes.
[An equally simple answer, even though the truth is much more complicated. Had it hurt to be burned, physically? Of course. But more than that, it had hurt to watch his brother burn, too. To watch his home fall apart, his beloved master--a gentle soul, so unlike his father--cornered, fleeing with his family to a place that was supposed to be safe. It had hurt to pierce his master's skin, to lay by his side and scream and hope that somehow, somehow, his voice would break through. It had hurt to be reforged, to wake up and find that their enemy had saved their bodies, but stolen their memories.
But in the end? All of that boils down to that one, simple answer. Yes, it hurt.]
But it's in the past now.
[An equally simple answer, even though the truth is much more complicated. Had it hurt to be burned, physically? Of course. But more than that, it had hurt to watch his brother burn, too. To watch his home fall apart, his beloved master--a gentle soul, so unlike his father--cornered, fleeing with his family to a place that was supposed to be safe. It had hurt to pierce his master's skin, to lay by his side and scream and hope that somehow, somehow, his voice would break through. It had hurt to be reforged, to wake up and find that their enemy had saved their bodies, but stolen their memories.
But in the end? All of that boils down to that one, simple answer. Yes, it hurt.]
But it's in the past now.
[ the best sort of bonding comes from bonding over equally horrible pasts. chara hmms thoughtfully, then reaches over to smear some blood on namazuo's cheek with the hand that's still hurt. well, both of them are, one of them just has a ribbon wrapped around it, but-- ]
I'm bleeding out here. [ ...they are bleeding, but bleeding out might take a while longer. ] Hurry up and help. Could you ever forgive whoever burned up and your brother up?
[ that's quite the topic shift, but there wasn't really a smooth way to do that. ]
I'm bleeding out here. [ ...they are bleeding, but bleeding out might take a while longer. ] Hurry up and help. Could you ever forgive whoever burned up and your brother up?
[ that's quite the topic shift, but there wasn't really a smooth way to do that. ]
[ He breathes a little sigh of relief, glad he didn't have to try to bodily drag them from the room or anything like that. It probably wouldn't have gone in his favor, and while they still might end up woozy from the blood loss, at least they're not going to go over the top with it.
As if it wasn't kind of over the top already. ]
Okay. [ He turns and starts for the doorway. He wants to ask what made them so upset, but he doesn't dare yet. He's not sure he'll ever dare to, after seeing how they went after those mirrors.
Instead, he focuses on the more pressing matter. ]
We need to find something to staunch the bleeding. I don't have a first aid kit, but I'm sure we can find something in all the junk out there. Or we can track down someone with healing magic.
As if it wasn't kind of over the top already. ]
Okay. [ He turns and starts for the doorway. He wants to ask what made them so upset, but he doesn't dare yet. He's not sure he'll ever dare to, after seeing how they went after those mirrors.
Instead, he focuses on the more pressing matter. ]
We need to find something to staunch the bleeding. I don't have a first aid kit, but I'm sure we can find something in all the junk out there. Or we can track down someone with healing magic.
[She pauses, before continuing, gingerly wiping off the blood. Wow, you sure put a ton of holes in your feet, Chara. It's not long before she's got it mostly wiped off, though, surprise surprise, their feet are getting bloody again already. Carefully, she starts picking out the shards of glass she can see, and gently poking at a few cuts where she can't]
Tell me if it feels like there's anything in these ones.
Tell me if it feels like there's anything in these ones.
[ grumpily muttered as they give a half-hearted attempt at stepping over and around glass instead of right through it: ] I know how to take care of myself. S'not the worst I've ever had.
[ and then, louder: ] Magic's preferred.
[ then they don't have to spend as much time with people--also how different can it be from monster food? it can't be much different, right? chara picks at the glass in their palms, glancing up every so often to make sure they're not too far behind dipper, and huffs. ]
I won't be picky if we find something before that though.
[ and then, louder: ] Magic's preferred.
[ then they don't have to spend as much time with people--also how different can it be from monster food? it can't be much different, right? chara picks at the glass in their palms, glancing up every so often to make sure they're not too far behind dipper, and huffs. ]
I won't be picky if we find something before that though.
[ it's not like they did it on purpose! ...much! they just, you know, had no choice.
and they will, in short answers of "yes" and "no" and "ow". once they don't feel anything, they shake their head. ]
You got it all.
and they will, in short answers of "yes" and "no" and "ow". once they don't feel anything, they shake their head. ]
You got it all.
[Once she's sure, she wipes off their soles again before taking some of the other clean strips they have and wrapping Chara's feet up.]
How are your hands?
How are your hands?
[ Magic, then. He recalls the Persona users have some magic healing, though he isn't sure how much energy they'd have to spend on it after being here for a few days. If Korra were here, he wouldn't hesitate to take them to her, but Korra...
Well, her personal effects were scattered around the altar below ground. ]
I'll see if I can think of someone. Some of my friends back at camp might be able to help out. If nothing else...we'll figure something out.
[ That's what Dipper does. He figures things out. ]
Do I even want to know what the worst you've ever had is?
[ Yeah, he heard that, and yeah, he's asking about it. ]
Well, her personal effects were scattered around the altar below ground. ]
I'll see if I can think of someone. Some of my friends back at camp might be able to help out. If nothing else...we'll figure something out.
[ That's what Dipper does. He figures things out. ]
Do I even want to know what the worst you've ever had is?
[ Yeah, he heard that, and yeah, he's asking about it. ]
They're... okay. [ they could be worse. it's somewhat dried blood, cuts, and bruises for the most part. nothing they can't deal with on their own. ] Not as bad as my feet were.
[ speaking of, once hajime's wrapped their feet up, chara is going to delicately try standing--and almost fall forward because jesus christ on a hotdog bun that still hurts. thankfully, they catch themself on hajime's shoulder. ...if that's okay. ]
I hate my life so much right now.
[ speaking of, once hajime's wrapped their feet up, chara is going to delicately try standing--and almost fall forward because jesus christ on a hotdog bun that still hurts. thankfully, they catch themself on hajime's shoulder. ...if that's okay. ]
I hate my life so much right now.
[ the first part is good news, the second part, with his question... not so much. ]
It'd give you nightmares. [ said in the tone of someone who does not want to speak about anything, thank you, good night. whether or not it'd actually give him nightmares is up for debate, but... it doesn't seem like chara's in the mood to spill the beans. ] How far is your dumb camp?
It'd give you nightmares. [ said in the tone of someone who does not want to speak about anything, thank you, good night. whether or not it'd actually give him nightmares is up for debate, but... it doesn't seem like chara's in the mood to spill the beans. ] How far is your dumb camp?
[ A nonchalant shrug. ]
Oh, I'm already scarred for life. [ Casual honesty. Between what he'd seen in Gravity Falls and Cerealia, it'd take a lot to ruffle his feathers.
Still, he doesn't press the matter. Not now, anyway. ]
Not far. Just past the hospital. Or...what used to be a hospital, anyway.
Oh, I'm already scarred for life. [ Casual honesty. Between what he'd seen in Gravity Falls and Cerealia, it'd take a lot to ruffle his feathers.
Still, he doesn't press the matter. Not now, anyway. ]
Not far. Just past the hospital. Or...what used to be a hospital, anyway.
[ a nonchalant hum. they're curious as to why he's already scarred for life, but they get the feeling if they ask, they might have to spill secrets for secrets.
that's too much honesty, honestly. so they're gonna keep quiet and just follow, delicately picking at their hands and trying not to wince too much about stepping with their sore, bloodied feet. ...it might be nicer that they're not talking.
chara's never minded silence after all. ]
that's too much honesty, honestly. so they're gonna keep quiet and just follow, delicately picking at their hands and trying not to wince too much about stepping with their sore, bloodied feet. ...it might be nicer that they're not talking.
chara's never minded silence after all. ]
[ Dipper often prefers it himself, but in this desolated city, even the tiniest of sounds makes his skin crawl. Conversation at least keeps him from concentrating on the sound of shifting rocks that could be a mechanical beast about to attack.
He may be just an teensy bit paranoid. That, and their silence after what he'd just witnessed is a little unsettling. ]
How're your hands? And don't give me the obvious answer. Are you going to be able to use them if all we can do is bandage them?
[ He's trying to be practical here. They're going to have a rough time in this city if they can't even use their hands properly. ]
He may be just an teensy bit paranoid. That, and their silence after what he'd just witnessed is a little unsettling. ]
How're your hands? And don't give me the obvious answer. Are you going to be able to use them if all we can do is bandage them?
[ He's trying to be practical here. They're going to have a rough time in this city if they can't even use their hands properly. ]
[Hajime catches them with her arms as well as her shoulders and probably her well-padded front before Chara can fall over]
I can definitely understand that now... Can I give you a piggyback until we find somewhere you can sit?
I can definitely understand that now... Can I give you a piggyback until we find somewhere you can sit?
[Namazuo blinks, jerking back on reflex, but it has the desired effect. That's right, he came in here to help them, didn't he? Not to sit here and reminisce about his own past, something he always swears he won't do.]
Right, of course. [The chances of finding water to clean the wound are low, he knows. Cloth might be easier to locate, but it would probably be dirty, and he doesn't want to risk infecting their wounds. So he reaches for a piece of glass instead, careful not to cut himself. Wounds on this body might heal, but that doesn't mean they're pleasant.
With a little effort, he manages to cut through his shirt, tearing off a strip of fabric. It's not perfect, and it's no substitute for a proper bandage, but it'll have to do for now.]
Hm? [He'd reached out to take their hand, but the question catches him off-guard, and he pauses. Forgiveness... that's something he wavers on, in the darkness of early morning, when no one is there to see him crying. But... well, he's made his decision, hasn't he? He won't look back.]
...Yes. [He says quietly, as he wraps their other hand. It's not total conviction, but it's not a lie, either.] I won't look back on the past. And back home, my family was together again.
Right, of course. [The chances of finding water to clean the wound are low, he knows. Cloth might be easier to locate, but it would probably be dirty, and he doesn't want to risk infecting their wounds. So he reaches for a piece of glass instead, careful not to cut himself. Wounds on this body might heal, but that doesn't mean they're pleasant.
With a little effort, he manages to cut through his shirt, tearing off a strip of fabric. It's not perfect, and it's no substitute for a proper bandage, but it'll have to do for now.]
Hm? [He'd reached out to take their hand, but the question catches him off-guard, and he pauses. Forgiveness... that's something he wavers on, in the darkness of early morning, when no one is there to see him crying. But... well, he's made his decision, hasn't he? He won't look back.]
...Yes. [He says quietly, as he wraps their other hand. It's not total conviction, but it's not a lie, either.] I won't look back on the past. And back home, my family was together again.
[ let sleeping dogs lie, dipper. chara gives him a hard look, then shrugs, holding their hands up. ]
I can still move them, if that's what you're asking. [ it might hurt, but they can manage. ] I'll live.
[ ...just that. did you think you'd have a proper conversation after they've decided that silence is golden? Good Luck. ]
I can still move them, if that's what you're asking. [ it might hurt, but they can manage. ] I'll live.
[ ...just that. did you think you'd have a proper conversation after they've decided that silence is golden? Good Luck. ]
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