[ he's had a Long Day and is now just. hiding out in the library. old habits. but he hasn't got a good book or anything, it seems like it's just ... trashy romance. in fact it's this and he seems pretty invested. ]
[HELP mizu's bones are fine... it's just the everything else that's a problem. like, most notably the sudden lack of a left eye? it's been very visibly covered up by bandages.]
[sorry about your lameass boyfriend, babygirl... this is the plight of the mages...
anyway, i guess we're at? the beach or something? mizu takes a moment to try and gauge just how rancid his mood is, on a scale of 1 to a billion probably.]
[ it's bad!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! but mostly in a sad, empty way instead of an angry way. which for mizu may be worse and more annoying actually. his face is bruised and bloody still, since he hasn't bothered to clear it up. ]
[ he's just in his room - the door is open so mizu can just come in if they want, he'll look up and just gesture like they should if they need encouragement. he's got a bunch of random junk spread out, sorting it into piles.
burns run across his arms and hands - both ice and fire, and a few specks on his face, but they're bandaged up by now. and there's the various bruises from being bashed around, raccoon eyes deep and dark. not to mention the deep, red strangulation marks. there are those. ]
[wowie! imagine being powerful enough to write an actual starter during memshare week. anyway, they are both stuck in the funhouse for the long haul while one of mizu's memories plays over the mirrors. loud and chaotic, and above all, horribly violent.
the only reason mizu hasn't shattered the fuck out of the mirrors or ander's collarbones is because his presence hasn't been noticed yet. mizu stands as still as a statue, hands clenched tightly enough to be painful, and eyes dark while watching the memory come to its inevitable conclusion.]
[ this is quite the gender reveal party. honestly mizu get his ass.
anders is, uh, pretty aware of that kind of posture. he's hung out around fenris long enough to know a violently wound string is about to snap. he'll do his best to stay out of swinging range.
`Biggest city in the world is burning to the ground, as a blood sacrifice to your revenge.` Well. it's not like mizu had tried to hide it, the desire for revenge. but that ... is pretty familiar. ]
[ well we have a whole beautiful candy kingdom but anders today can actually be found in the hospital clinic, undoing the bandages from his hands to check on their progress. ]
You'd think it would be further along.
[ the emotion is. a big horrible wall of grief. sorry. ]
[WHERE IS HE... mizu is coming up to check up on his ass. i am going to kill you for the brand on his face now that i'm caught up on cyoa returns, actually. shakes violently.]
[ HE'S IN THE HOSPITAL. because he can't move fast enough to leave it.
it takes him a while to fully wake up - he won't be completely unconscious for very long, but he's extremely dazed and out of it for a while - there's a lot going on here, but most obviously are the gaping wound on his chest - more like an animal tried to take a bite out of him - and some scattered gunshot wounds. his arm is also deeply fucked, though it's hard to tell if it's broken or not. he's covered in bruising once the blood has been cleaned off.
and then finally, yes, the sunburst brand on his forehead, though that looks nice and healed over. :)
oh and the emotions? deeply bad. just awful.
eventually he'll start moving around enough that it's clear he's awake, if groggy. ]
[welcome to the void. i'm not thinking about locations at nearly 10pm.
emotion share is betraying just how wrung out mizu feels after that whole ass trial, but anders will get a nod whenever they happen to cross paths. hello.]
mizu is more composed, but hell if this isn't a mood. quietly, without saying a word, she moves to sit down next to him. holds her phone in a death grip and lets him dissociate for a bit, before eventually—]
So did I. [It's loud. Yet this doesn't seem like a bad thing based on the vibes.] But they will have made the long trip back for nothing, if they go back to vandalizing the few livable spaces we have left.
there is a blip of surprise and confusion, her arms hovering awkwardly at his side and clearly not expecting the hug at all. then the feeling fades, and it's soon replaced by something a touch more sad. bittersweet, too. before she sighs and, still just as awkward, returns to gesture.
week zero, saturday...1!
Like any of them would take her up on it...
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Be wary of that one. She's a bit desperate.
[ i also keep forgetting: fit check. ]
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week zero, monday.
solemnly:]
The future looks bleak.
[why is it so loud!!!]
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And you said you don't believe magic is real. Clearly all very enchanted.
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W1 - MONDAY
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mizu squints the cover, just clocking the vibes like... i see...]
All these books, and that's what you pick?
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W1 - THURSDAY
well he'll come track them down after thursday return some time, he's got a few supplies, but he figures they might already be Mummified. ]
Did someone cover your injuries? Did you let them?
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Yes. [SIGHS.] Jiaoqiu was insistent.
week one, saturday.
anyway, i guess we're at? the beach or something? mizu takes a moment to try and gauge just how rancid his mood is, on a scale of 1 to a billion probably.]
... You're awake.
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I am. I'm not sure I want to be.
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week one, sunday.
i guess mizu is looking for him after, like, a reasonable amount of time for him to have gotten some kind of medical attention. where is he?]
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burns run across his arms and hands - both ice and fire, and a few specks on his face, but they're bandaged up by now. and there's the various bruises from being bashed around, raccoon eyes deep and dark. not to mention the deep, red strangulation marks. there are those. ]
I'm organizing.
[ right now?? ]
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week two, saturday.
anders will get a cursory glance. an acknowledgement, but nothing more. hello. mom said it's MY turn to be dramatic at the beach.]
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I'm sorry. I know it doesn't mean much, to just say it. But I'd rather have said it than not.
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week three, monday.
the only reason mizu hasn't shattered the fuck out of the mirrors or ander's collarbones is because his presence hasn't been noticed yet. mizu stands as still as a statue, hands clenched tightly enough to be painful, and eyes dark while watching the memory come to its inevitable conclusion.]
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anders is, uh, pretty aware of that kind of posture. he's hung out around fenris long enough to know a violently wound string is about to snap. he'll do his best to stay out of swinging range.
`Biggest city in the world is burning to the ground, as a blood sacrifice to your revenge.` Well. it's not like mizu had tried to hide it, the desire for revenge. but that ... is pretty familiar. ]
Mizu.
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W3 - FRIDAY
I can't make heads or tails of this ...
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The pictures?
[the fuck is an emoji...]
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W4 - MONDAY
You'd think it would be further along.
[ the emotion is. a big horrible wall of grief. sorry. ]
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... They were very nasty burns. I suppose you aren't used to letting your injuries heal without magic?
week four, thursday.
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it takes him a while to fully wake up - he won't be completely unconscious for very long, but he's extremely dazed and out of it for a while - there's a lot going on here, but most obviously are the gaping wound on his chest - more like an animal tried to take a bite out of him - and some scattered gunshot wounds. his arm is also deeply fucked, though it's hard to tell if it's broken or not. he's covered in bruising once the blood has been cleaned off.
and then finally, yes, the sunburst brand on his forehead, though that looks nice and healed over. :)
oh and the emotions? deeply bad. just awful.
eventually he'll start moving around enough that it's clear he's awake, if groggy. ]
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week four, saturday.
emotion share is betraying just how wrung out mizu feels after that whole ass trial, but anders will get a nod whenever they happen to cross paths. hello.]
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[ for kaworu, he means. ]
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W5 - MONDAY
They're trumped up charges!
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she just watches this happen, like. i see. waits for him to get put in the stocks like a good friend would, and then approaches.]
What did you do now?
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W5 - FRIDAY
he's doing fucking bad. sitting somewhere with his head in his hands and just. disassociating. it's fine. ]
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mizu is more composed, but hell if this isn't a mood. quietly, without saying a word, she moves to sit down next to him. holds her phone in a death grip and lets him dissociate for a bit, before eventually—]
Anders.
[come on, bud...]
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week six, monday.
Hm. You can't say they have something about mages here.
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If they want to be idiots who invite trouble, then who am I to stop them.
[ no he is. clearly going to complain. ]
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week six, saturday.
mizu's pinching the bridge of her nose and looking so fucking tired. hello. looks at him when they happen to cross paths. and after a beat:]
Good job.
[our sweet sleeping beauty marcoh...]
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I should have done it an hour sooner.
[ but, you know. ]
I didn't want him to be unconscious for it. That would be worse.
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W7 - MONDAY
[ so many people again ]
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ENDGAME
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well.
there is a blip of surprise and confusion, her arms hovering awkwardly at his side and clearly not expecting the hug at all. then the feeling fades, and it's soon replaced by something a touch more sad. bittersweet, too. before she sighs and, still just as awkward, returns to gesture.
get hugged back, idiot.]
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