[So at some point in the evening, Yasusada's going to return to leopard cabin covered in blood. His sword arm is bandaged, and when he shuffles over to his bed, he reaches into his clothes to pull out a small yarn doll of a man with long black hair holding a pig. It's got a red stain on its face.
We broke into a Director's cabin. But I can't say more than that. We don't want anyone to get hurt.
[Since by now they all know that sharing too much with too many people can be dangerous. Also, Dazai can look, but don't touch his bloodstained Souji doll. Yasusada looks like he wants to pull it close again, but he's, y'know. Still standing around covered in blood?? So.]
It wasn't originally a doll. At first it was his body.
[Off he goes--and off he stays, at least for a while. By the time he comes back, his clothes are mostly dry, though the bloodstains clearly haven't washed out completely. He has, at least, cleaned up himself as best he can with an injured arm, though when he returns, he looks tired. It's been a long day.
He's holding a small, model-sized sword in his hand when he returns, but apparently it isn't worth mentioning, because he tucks it carefully away with the rest of his belongings before he sits down on his bed. He's here, though he takes his loyalties seriously--he genuinely doesn't know how much he can share. He'll do what he can, though.]
[It's clear that Yasusada's lost in his own thoughts--he blinks, looking a little startled to be addressed.]
I was going to get cleaned up. [It might be normal enough to be covered in blood, but he's not so bad at being human that he doesn't realize what it looks like.
But, oh--he sure is injured, huh. He blinks down at his arm, then shakes his head.]
No, it's fine. He's the one who bandaged me. [...] It wasn't really cut off.
Yes. We fought, and were injured pretty badly, but when something ended the illusion, it was like this.
[Not life-threatening, not anymore, but it sure did bleed a lot. Actually he should probably sit down fairly soon? God. Does he need help, though? He thinks about it, then shakes his head.]
[He doesn't look entirely convinced, but he's not about to push his presence on someone he doesn't know That Well who's also clearly having a time. So he just hums and nods.]
Alright. Take care - let me know if I can do anything, yes?
[IT COULD'VE BEEN MUCH WORSE, AT LEAST. If he'd had to fight a vision of Okita, even with the knowledge that it wasn't real, he'd be in much worse shape.]
I'll be back in a little bit.
[OFF HE GOES.
It takes him a while to come back--probably because he doesn't know how laundry works and has decided to wash his clothes in the lake?? It's obviously not all that effective, but his clothes are mostly dry when he returns, and he's cleaned up carefully enough that his bandage is still dry and intact.
He's got something else in his hand, when he returns--it's a small model-size version of a sword. This one, he simply puts into the box of belongings he keeps near his bed, though he handles it with great care. Once that's done, he'll sit down--he can't answer all that many questions, but he can try, if Wei Wuxian wants to ask.]
[YAMS!!! Wei Wuxian's stuck around the cabin out of concern for his pompom comrade, and sits himself down next to him once he's sat, himself. First and foremost:]
What happened to your arm? You said it was cut off in that hallucination... How did it happen?
In the illusion, we saw... bodies. People that we were close to, I think. Okita-kun was there. [He looks over at the doll, unconsciously smoothing out his haori. It's a pretty bad rip--he'll have to ask the Directors tomorrow for a needle and thread.] I couldn't just leave him down there, even if it wasn't real.
[So he'd done his best to carry a body in one arm and fight with the other, which... he's not really that kind of weapon.]
Then, when we had to fight, the person who attacked me had a weapon I'd never seen before. It was very powerful, but the hall was too narrow to dodge very well.
[So with the handicap of a body to protect, paired with two other sets of people fighting in that same small space... he did what he could, but it wasn't enough.]
[His expression softens a little at that. Yasusada's really out here doing his best... Carrying around a wholeass fake body. He glances over toward the doll too, quiet for a second.]
Mm. ...They probably bank on things like that. [On them knowing that something isn't real, but being unable to ignore it fully anyway. In other words, it's not something Yasusada should feel badly about.]
Did you recognize who you had to fight, in that illusion?
No, none of them. Dick-san might have, but I don't think Sanji-kun did either. One of them had an axe, and person I was fighting had... it must've been something modern. The blade was shaped like this.
[Gesturing in a large arc because HE DOESN'T KNOW WHAT A FUCKING CHAINSAW IS.]
[HE DOESN'T KNOW WHAT THE FUCK YASUSADA IS TRYING TO SHOW BY GESTURING IN A LARGE ARC EITHER but he just nods anyway. Yeah sure that works. SURE THAT'S FINE.]
Alright, I'll talk to him about it later, then. Did you end up with any other injuries...? No other ill effects?
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shortfornow) wrote2020-06-10 03:09 pm
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He puts the doll very gently on his bed, and then
turns to leave again??
Well yeah, obviously he needs a shower.]
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Did bring back a new friend?
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[ Or is there something else. Moving over to check out the doll closer. ]
I was picturing your friend as being much bigger.
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[Since by now they all know that sharing too much with too many people can be dangerous. Also, Dazai can look, but don't touch his bloodstained Souji doll. Yasusada looks like he wants to pull it close again, but he's, y'know. Still standing around covered in blood?? So.]
It wasn't originally a doll. At first it was his body.
[As in, his actual dead body.]
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[ And ah. He's not going to touch your tiny boyfriend.
Looking over at Yams. ]
Go get cleaned up. We can ask you questions after you get back.
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No. But I agree with them. [He doesn't know Dick that well, but he trusts Sanji, so. He nods.]
I don't know how much I can answer. But I'll try.
[Yeah, he'll. Be back in a little bit.]
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He's holding a small, model-sized sword in his hand when he returns, but apparently it isn't worth mentioning, because he tucks it carefully away with the rest of his belongings before he sits down on his bed. He's here, though he takes his loyalties seriously--he genuinely doesn't know how much he can share. He'll do what he can, though.]
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he will find his master has been tucked in to bed but that's about it. ]
Let's start with this... who was with you?
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Dick-san and Sanji-kun. [That one's easy.] Just the three of us. It was Sanji-kun's idea to break in.
[DOXXING SANJI but he sounds perfectly fine with this?? He's too loyal]
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Can you tell me which one you broke into?
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--Wait, where are you going? Is your arm alright? Do we need to get Dick—?
[THEIR ONLY FUCKIN MEDIC outside of Shinobu who has no first aid kit.]
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I was going to get cleaned up. [It might be normal enough to be covered in blood, but he's not so bad at being human that he doesn't realize what it looks like.
But, oh--he sure is injured, huh. He blinks down at his arm, then shakes his head.]
No, it's fine. He's the one who bandaged me. [...] It wasn't really cut off.
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--Hallucinations again? Hallucinations, but with real injuries, like the others before?
[Two of three of the groups, anyway. Then, because he's fretful and hates being useless:]
Do you need any help?
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[Not life-threatening, not anymore, but it sure did bleed a lot. Actually he should probably sit down fairly soon? God. Does he need help, though? He thinks about it, then shakes his head.]
I should probably get cleaned up.
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Alright. Take care - let me know if I can do anything, yes?
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I'll be back in a little bit.
[OFF HE GOES.
It takes him a while to come back--probably because he doesn't know how laundry works and has decided to wash his clothes in the lake?? It's obviously not all that effective, but his clothes are mostly dry when he returns, and he's cleaned up carefully enough that his bandage is still dry and intact.
He's got something else in his hand, when he returns--it's a small model-size version of a sword. This one, he simply puts into the box of belongings he keeps near his bed, though he handles it with great care. Once that's done, he'll sit down--he can't answer all that many questions, but he can try, if Wei Wuxian wants to ask.]
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What happened to your arm? You said it was cut off in that hallucination... How did it happen?
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[So he'd done his best to carry a body in one arm and fight with the other, which... he's not really that kind of weapon.]
Then, when we had to fight, the person who attacked me had a weapon I'd never seen before. It was very powerful, but the hall was too narrow to dodge very well.
[So with the handicap of a body to protect, paired with two other sets of people fighting in that same small space... he did what he could, but it wasn't enough.]
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Mm. ...They probably bank on things like that. [On them knowing that something isn't real, but being unable to ignore it fully anyway. In other words, it's not something Yasusada should feel badly about.]
Did you recognize who you had to fight, in that illusion?
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No, none of them. Dick-san might have, but I don't think Sanji-kun did either. One of them had an axe, and person I was fighting had... it must've been something modern. The blade was shaped like this.
[Gesturing in a large arc because HE DOESN'T KNOW WHAT A FUCKING CHAINSAW IS.]
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Alright, I'll talk to him about it later, then. Did you end up with any other injuries...? No other ill effects?
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Anyway, he shakes his head.]
I don't think so... it was risky a few times, but we managed alright.
[IT WAS MOSTLY JUST EMOTIONAL SCARRING.]
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