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rockymountaindie) wrote2019-05-08 06:07 pm
rockymountaindie) wrote2019-05-08 06:07 pm
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After he beat you up?
Are you still there?
Did someone heal you?
Are you still there?
Did someone heal you?
You're not a prisoner of war you little bitch stop talking around it
It's my business because if those assholes beat you up and you didn't get healing, that shit can get infected and you could die
ESPECIALLY since those assholes did that because of me
So, you're gonna tell me, after you got stabbed and beat and all that, did any cleric heal you?
It's my business because if those assholes beat you up and you didn't get healing, that shit can get infected and you could die
ESPECIALLY since those assholes did that because of me
So, you're gonna tell me, after you got stabbed and beat and all that, did any cleric heal you?
Okay, now we're getting somewhere
Is it still bleeding?
Also, what about the other time?
Is it still bleeding?
Also, what about the other time?
Did you not read a single thing I said?
Yeah there is, and it's not like you can stop me
Yeah there is, and it's not like you can stop me
[Ogata switches to voice because text cannot contain the level of emotion he needs to covey at this moment.]
If you come down here I swear to you I will make you dead a second time or die in the process. Is that the game you want to play right now, Alex?
[His tone is so terse by the end Alex’s name is practically a hiss.]
If you come down here I swear to you I will make you dead a second time or die in the process. Is that the game you want to play right now, Alex?
[His tone is so terse by the end Alex’s name is practically a hiss.]
Edited 2019-10-20 06:06 (UTC)
[ Two can play at this game. Okay. That's creepy. ...How's he sound, though? Physically.
Alex, for the record, sounds like he's in-motion. ]
Bullshit. We've already covered this, you can't touch me.
Alex, for the record, sounds like he's in-motion. ]
Bullshit. We've already covered this, you can't touch me.
[Oh he sounds terrible. Raspy and a bit of a wheeze that apparently in no way stops him from just saying the most hateful shit.]
I guess I’ll just die, then. I’ll do it myself but you’ll still have my blood on you and your friends hands, won’t you?
[Is.... is he holding himself hostage?]
I guess I’ll just die, then. I’ll do it myself but you’ll still have my blood on you and your friends hands, won’t you?
[Is.... is he holding himself hostage?]
[ Alright. Walking fast, walking faster. ]
And I ain't letting that happen. Call it- fucking selfish if you want, I don't care, that is not an outcome that I'm letting come to pass.
And I ain't letting that happen. Call it- fucking selfish if you want, I don't care, that is not an outcome that I'm letting come to pass.
And what happens when you lose consciousness from a head injury? Did he smash your head in? Or blood loss, how's your skin tone looking? Anything aching in your torso, abdomen?
[ He just effortlessly starts listing. ]
Not even magic can heal everything. Wanna know how it feels to have an injury aggravate, lose feeling in parts of your body? And of course, potential organ failure from internal injuries. All this and more is possible if you don't get yourself fucking checked out.
[ He just effortlessly starts listing. ]
Not even magic can heal everything. Wanna know how it feels to have an injury aggravate, lose feeling in parts of your body? And of course, potential organ failure from internal injuries. All this and more is possible if you don't get yourself fucking checked out.
[You know, this catches him off guard. He wasn't expecting any level of expertise from Alex, but there he goes rattling off a fairly comprehensive list of potential complications like he's seen it all before.
After a long moment, he sighs.]
You seem to be laboring under the impression that I'm unfamiliar with being injured or in pain.
During the war, they sent us to Manchuria in the dead of winter. We were stuck in the trenches between freezing winds and Russian howitzers. I can't count how many times I swore I wasn't going to be able to reload my rifle because my fingers were so numb.
After the war, during the incident in which I broke my jaw I also broke my arm and almost died of hypothermia. I believe I was in the hospital for three weeks, I don't remember all of it.
I'm not refusing your help because I don't understand the situation. I'm refusing it because I'm not so desperate that the only option I have is to rely on someone like you.
[It's... mostly true. He should probably ask someone for help, at this point. But not Alex. It cannot be Alex. That's just too incorrect for him to bear.]
After a long moment, he sighs.]
You seem to be laboring under the impression that I'm unfamiliar with being injured or in pain.
During the war, they sent us to Manchuria in the dead of winter. We were stuck in the trenches between freezing winds and Russian howitzers. I can't count how many times I swore I wasn't going to be able to reload my rifle because my fingers were so numb.
After the war, during the incident in which I broke my jaw I also broke my arm and almost died of hypothermia. I believe I was in the hospital for three weeks, I don't remember all of it.
I'm not refusing your help because I don't understand the situation. I'm refusing it because I'm not so desperate that the only option I have is to rely on someone like you.
[It's... mostly true. He should probably ask someone for help, at this point. But not Alex. It cannot be Alex. That's just too incorrect for him to bear.]
[ It's definitely more the "can't pinpoint" option. If Alex opts to reference against his mental whiteboard later, the only note he'll find posted there is a pane of opaque glass. Giving nothing but reflections of everything else; unyielding. A corner might be cracked.
But the crack gets smoothed over. Not the time or the place, Not Yet, and only one part of his statement gets focused on. ]
Worrying less is all I ask for. Last thing we need is you having a stress-based heart attack.
But the crack gets smoothed over. Not the time or the place, Not Yet, and only one part of his statement gets focused on. ]
Worrying less is all I ask for. Last thing we need is you having a stress-based heart attack.
[ All while Ogata speaks, there's the sound of noise. Alex hasn't stopped moving. There's nothing else he can do, after all. ]
With how fuckin' cavalier you're being about all this? You coulda fooled me. Where're your other options, then? How're you going to get yourself a cleric if you're locked up?
With how fuckin' cavalier you're being about all this? You coulda fooled me. Where're your other options, then? How're you going to get yourself a cleric if you're locked up?
[ The new mystery to figure out, that of Willard H. Wright himself. Alex could get used to that. ]
Hey, that hasn't got me yet, has it? I've been like...a thousand times more stressed than this.
[ Sad thing is, that's true. ]
Hey, that hasn't got me yet, has it? I've been like...a thousand times more stressed than this.
[ Sad thing is, that's true. ]
[He doesn't know. He's still not fully willing to admit he needs a cleric, such is his pride, but the rational part of his brain (shockingly, it does exist) knows he does. He doesn't know what classes people have. He knows some that have magic, but not what kind. Still, surely it would be easier to lower himself to asking someone else that wasn't Alex.
Granted, he wouldn't have to ask anyone for help if he just let Alex do whatever he's doing. But it just feels wrong. He doesn't want to owe his thanks to this boy. But he's not going to be talked out of it by normal means. He needs to try another tact.]
You know.
[Slowly, methodically.]
If someone wanted to kill you, feigning injury to lure you in and then striking while you're distracted would be an excellent way to do it. You already proved how gullible you are with that entire "Monica Bellucci" incident, wasn't it?
Granted, he wouldn't have to ask anyone for help if he just let Alex do whatever he's doing. But it just feels wrong. He doesn't want to owe his thanks to this boy. But he's not going to be talked out of it by normal means. He needs to try another tact.]
You know.
[Slowly, methodically.]
If someone wanted to kill you, feigning injury to lure you in and then striking while you're distracted would be an excellent way to do it. You already proved how gullible you are with that entire "Monica Bellucci" incident, wasn't it?
Edited 2019-10-21 21:37 (UTC)
[ It's a good thing Ogata can't see him right now, the way his mouth thins and jaw juts out. For a moment, he wants to lash back. ]
That's not-- [ That's not the same thing. But- he can't. Arguing with this guy, like that... No. He has to be smart about this. ]
But you can't kill me. [ Through gritted teeth. ] We've been over this. Will's prevented it.
That's not-- [ That's not the same thing. But- he can't. Arguing with this guy, like that... No. He has to be smart about this. ]
But you can't kill me. [ Through gritted teeth. ] We've been over this. Will's prevented it.
[Good. Get mad!!! Suffer for the choice you are making!!!!]
I can't kill you if I'm unwilling to break the contract I have with him. Maybe I've decided I don't care about that anymore. Can you really be sure? Aren't I a wholly untrustworthy, monstruous person?
[He makes a sound that starts as a laugh, but shifts into a groan as the action sends a sharp pain through his side.]
I can't kill you if I'm unwilling to break the contract I have with him. Maybe I've decided I don't care about that anymore. Can you really be sure? Aren't I a wholly untrustworthy, monstruous person?
[He makes a sound that starts as a laugh, but shifts into a groan as the action sends a sharp pain through his side.]
[ He considers it. For a moment, he considers. But- ]
...Yeah. Good job fakin' the way you sound like hell warmed over. I don't trust you, not one bit. But that doesn't mean you deserve to die, so shut up, stop being a whiny baby, and deal with it.
...Yeah. Good job fakin' the way you sound like hell warmed over. I don't trust you, not one bit. But that doesn't mean you deserve to die, so shut up, stop being a whiny baby, and deal with it.
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