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[She thinks that perhaps she is going to die.]

[This has no emotional weight whatsoever. Her reaction is resignation. A month ago, she would have lain down and let it happen. There is only one thing that makes her feel any differently now.]

[She does not want Lion to have to watch her die.]

[Even now, she doesn't know all the details of Lion's experience, of how they learned the truth. She has suspicions — that Bernkastel was involved, that it was excruciating, that it was grotesque and terrifying and would have broken a lesser person — and those are enough to make her stubbornly determined in her refusal to die in front of them. If she is going to die, it will be like a wild animal. She will sneak off into the woods, hide in a copse of trees, and wither away.]

[But . . . she is trying not to. She's trying. To be good. For them. To stay, for them.]

[Which is made more difficult when their prognosis begins to look just as bad as hers. They don't tell her right away, she doesn't know until it becomes obvious, but by then her own explosion of flowers is in a race with her housemate's. But they push themself to get up, to keep moving, when she would be content to lie down and die if they were not here.]

[Why? Is it because they are a whole person? And really — is it strength, or is it stubbornness? In some ways, Lion is as flawed as she is.]

. . . Don't.

[Her voice comes out thick, muffled, and hoarse. White petals stick out of her tongue like plumage, the creeping first sign of hemlock crawling up her throat. Hands weakly clutching at her knees have sprouted mourning bride (cw trypophobia, worm-like images); bramble explodes from her scalp like a crown, blood dripping from its thorns down her cheeks over faint trails sloppily wiped up already, down her neckline and over roses pink and white. Every spare patch of skin is growing, or will soon grow, plum blossom and deadly nightshade. She clutches at her skirts, wincing at the pressure it places on the mourning bride; but even sitting hurts, even breathing hurts, so none of it matters. She looks up wanly at Lion from the couch, a shadow of her normally bombastic self.]

Don't . . . tidy. Just come sit. Sit with me.

[Please.]

Edited 2022-03-04 05:48 (UTC)

ushiromiya
or whoever if its someone else

are you in ryslig

[ And nothing else follows. Sus! ]

[ It takes them longer then they'd like to place the username. It's been a long month, okay. ]

Nogi-san?
I'm surprised you remembered my network address.
...I did arrive safely back, though, yes. What did you need?

[ In their defence, it would be easier to pick up on who it is if the messages weren't so... curt. It's killing her inside. ]

yes
saved it
may i ask a favor

[ ughhhh it is killing her inside- but Lion is the best option ]

if i give you an address can you steal something

Edited 2022-10-24 11:16 (UTC)

[ They're halfway through some variation of "sure, anything you need" when the clarification comes. ]

What.
No??

[ Reflex. But. Ughhhhh, she wouldn't ask if there wasn't a problem. And they promised to help. ]

Nevermind. What happened?
Did someone take your belongings while you were gone?

[ Dammit Lion- There's a moment spent contemplating just slamming the laptop lid shut and asking Niina. Two message notifs.

hhhhhh ]

no
ran out of pills
ill find someone else

[ Somewhere in a room at the 38-8 apartments, an eye twitches in frustration. ]

No, you asked me, so I'm going to help.
Please don't misunderstand that.
I just need to know exactly what you're asking first, before I agree to something I'll regret like blind theft of some unknown person.

[ Some of us! Are clinging! To the tattered remnants of our morals for as long as we can! Okay!! ]

Pills. Like medication for an injury?

I would not ask you to rob a person.

[ Rude???? Her morals are fine??? It's worth the extra effort to type properly. Downside: gives Lion more time to talk. ]

yes
ran out of methadone

"Steal something" leaves a lot of room to be desired on that front, Nogi-san.

[ -is what they lead with, because genuinely, what the fuck. They don't have the medical knowledge to know exactly what that is, but one doesn't grow up with an in-island doctor without learning enough to guess. ]

Painkillers for a *severe* injury, then.
I wish you'd just lead with that.
I'll see what I can find that's an equivalent.
How urgently do you need it, and where can I find you?

how
i said an address

[ bluh bluh i'm lion ushiromiya and i'm getting pedantic for no reason. In black and white morals, it is Right And Just to rob clinics that hike up the prices to fleece the poor.

Ugh, she'll deal with that in person. Next time, ask Niina. ]

immediately
but youll have issues getting anything similar
good luck

[ On one hand, it is genuinely wishing them good luck finding something. Who knows, maybe they'll pull off a miracle. On the other hand, there is no follow-up for a "where". Just a UJIMASA is now IDLE. after a few minutes. Couldn't even hang up on them properly. ]

Yes, and people live at addresses, Nogi-san.
It's a reasonable assumption to make.
For instance: I still need yours.

[ This, and many other increasingly less subtle pings for where to bloody find her happen over the course of the next hour or so. In between these exasperated jabs, they get to work.

The medicine cabinet Beatrice so carefully stocked for their oncoming transformation that never came is empty. Picked clean by Oskar, and he is blameless for the theft given the circumstances - hopefully it all went to other monsters who needed it sooner rather then later. But it leaves them in a bit of a pickle. He has no leads on anything of monster-level strength. The Lighthouse has some, but nothing in quantities beyond the usual "welcome to Ryslig, sorry for what's next" care packages. There's others they could ask, but figuring out who is still on the other side and who isn't would be an... ordeal.

The Lighthouse it is. And maybe they'll find a human clinic along the way that's sympathetic to monsters still. They have no doubt that the one they'd found prior has long since closed. ]

Did you know it's incredibly rude to ask for someone's help and then change your mind at the last possible moment?
Because it is.
It's rude, Nogi-san.

[ This is still a thing that is happening, by the way. ]

[ Somewhen, much later from now, Wakaba will feel way worse about this and owe them A Favor. But today that's too much effort. Typing is too much effort. Just close your eyes for a minute, and the occasional noise in the far distance is a comforting white noise.

To her, it's just blinking. In practice... huh. That timestamp feels later than it should be. ]

sorrry
floras

[ Which means she actually has to get ready, huh. Impromptu visitors probably won't be let on the campus. Stupid. Stupid. The laptop gets shut.

And now Lion has another reason to be mad. ]

[ The migraine beginning to haunt their skull is familiar. Too familiar. It brings to mind flashes of nostalgic blue and an antisocial stranger bitching about the total absence of a corpse.

They'd almost smile, if the very thought didn't fill them with murderous rage. ]

Floras?
What's a Floras?

Nogi Wakaba, that is **NOT** a useful address! Do you know how big Bavan is??

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action, end of february hanahaki event. suicidal ideation likely throughout

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