[pcs] taichi

[ambiography]

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[goalsides]

[he will have a seat! probably on one of the other cots or he'll grab a chair, but he doesn't seem intent on going anywhere anytime soon.]

I'll let you rest soon, but...I wanted to make sure you were gonna be okay. A lot happened just now. But they used a coupon for the worst of it, right?

[he hopes.]

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[hm. there's a feeling of uncertainty-- she doesn't entirely know, maybe? and she reaches for her phone as if to text something, before there's a flicker of frustration. she doesn't bother turning the screen back on, even.]

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[he tilts his head.]

...emojis might be easier. [if it's too hard to describe in words.]

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[her fingers tap on the phone, almost nervously? there's an uncertain feeling of discomfort, but.

she turns the screen on so he can see it.

she's locked out for too many wrong guesses.]

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...oh.

[...well that's. bad. give him a second to pull out his own phone, quickly punching in a passcode and handing it to her.]

Use mine. [he's already more concerned than he was like 10 seconds ago.]

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[thanks, taichi. he'll feel some gratefulness, there, and she uses it with her bandaged hand to tap out a message.]

I think Hope healed me to stop the bleeding at my throat, then I was healed a little more later. I don't know if that was a coupon or not.

[a binch was unconscious for all of that planning!]

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[he patiently waits...]

That sounds about right. Hope was helping me coordinate with the others to make sure people got coupons applied. We crowdsourced the vouchers to do a heal on all eight of you to try and make it a little less...this.

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That must have been the second one, then.

Thank you.

[another wave of gratitude, there... she is in less terrible shape thanks to it, at least.]

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I wasn't just going to let you guys stay hurt without trying to help. [first and foremost.] I don't have healing powers or anything, but...it was the least we could do.

...I just don't understand. We saw you this morning.

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I know. It happened not long after I left, I think.

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...do you remember what actually happened?

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[a pause, a little more uncertainty.]

Most of it.

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[that tracks.]

We don't have to talk about it right now if you don't want to. These things keep getting worse.

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No, it's all right. You can ask.

I just don't know how much I can promise to answer right now.

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It's okay. I couldn't really tell anybody about ours right away either.

...where did you go?

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[yeah she remembers that. you worried the hell out of her.]

It was related to Beau and Caleb and Mollymauk's home.

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[oh fuck. don't like that! he has learned a little more about the critrole world recently, so there's a spike of worry immediatedly.]

This again...? Last time people went to someone else's home, it was Ichiro's. Do Beau or Caleb know yet?

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I don't know. I haven't spoken to either of them, but Denji is in their dorm.

[so they'll have a chance to shake down one of them over curfew, at least.]

...they probably have some idea if they saw our injuries.

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That's...not the most reassuring testimony, Lucretia.

...how did you know it was their world right away?

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[the confused feeling comes back pretty strongly when he says her name? she looks at him for a second, equally confused, but just-- moves on. she's fine she's moving on.]

Not immediately, but I picked up on similarities fairly quickly. Things they'd mentioned, or that I'd seen.

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[...hello?]

That's both a good and a bad thing. So what did you have to do when you were there? How did things start?

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[if he's not asking she's just moving on, thank you. she's typing one handed so this is all kind of slow but:]

We were in some sort of study, at first, with several items lying around. We took some of them with us, but when I looked at something on one of the desks, that's where I got this.

[she sets the phone down to hold up her left hand. the eye shaped injury is kind of starting to bleed through the bandages a little but it's fine.]

But it wasn't an injury then, it was just a red eye.

Then Denji woke up a mimic disguised as a cabinet.

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[he will ask Later. he's still patiently waiting, reading over her shoulder as she types but not really rushing her.]

...an eye. [not great.] Like a tattoo. So Denji woke up a mimic and it attacked you guys? What kind of items did you have?

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It did, but he took it out fairly quickly, and we were able to move on.

I know Otome was able to shoot fire, Denji had an axe-- I think Malik healed Otome at one point? Mine was

[...the little typing indicator flashes a few times as she pauses.]

My item could cast Poison Spray.

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...[oh. well that's bad. there's another flicker of alarm and concern, but he doesn't outwardly seem perturbed.]

All of that sounds pretty useful. [...he takes a breath and continues.] Where did you move on to then?