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seaofhearts2016-01-25 03:23 am
miseris_socios) wrote in seaofhearts2016-01-25 03:23 am
i will burn my dread
Who: Everyone!
What: Welcome to the Dark Hour!
Where: In the Strega warehouse.
Warnings: Possible blood and gore, Persona 3/general SMT-level disturbing topics, possible violence (knowing this group). Will edit if needed.
[When he first wakes up, Ken finds himself lying on a bed. That in itself isn't so unfamiliar, but this one has dents where it should, the shape of a small body pressed into it over weeks and months, and the sheets are soft and scratchy in just the right places and -]
[Oh no. He sits up and pulls himself out of bed, reaching almost automatically for Koromaru but... he's not there. Of course not. He'd been expecting the Tower, but this is worse, because they're not here because this is his Heart, not theirs, and because -]
[No. He has to think of what to do. He grabs the dangpa that Shinjiro made him and the copy of Gae Buidhe that Diarmuid gave him, strapping them onto his back. He needs to stay defended in this place, no matter what - the last Heart taught him that much.]
[The familiar pressure of the Dark Hour doesn't bother him, but it's worrying. It should be gone now. They won. It's over. Even in his Heart, it shouldn't be around. But it is, and there's a brief flare of panic before -]
[No. He needs to get going. The puzzles aren't going to find themselves.]
What: Welcome to the Dark Hour!
Where: In the Strega warehouse.
Warnings: Possible blood and gore, Persona 3/general SMT-level disturbing topics, possible violence (knowing this group). Will edit if needed.
[When he first wakes up, Ken finds himself lying on a bed. That in itself isn't so unfamiliar, but this one has dents where it should, the shape of a small body pressed into it over weeks and months, and the sheets are soft and scratchy in just the right places and -]
[Oh no. He sits up and pulls himself out of bed, reaching almost automatically for Koromaru but... he's not there. Of course not. He'd been expecting the Tower, but this is worse, because they're not here because this is his Heart, not theirs, and because -]
[No. He has to think of what to do. He grabs the dangpa that Shinjiro made him and the copy of Gae Buidhe that Diarmuid gave him, strapping them onto his back. He needs to stay defended in this place, no matter what - the last Heart taught him that much.]
[The familiar pressure of the Dark Hour doesn't bother him, but it's worrying. It should be gone now. They won. It's over. Even in his Heart, it shouldn't be around. But it is, and there's a brief flare of panic before -]
[No. He needs to get going. The puzzles aren't going to find themselves.]
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[He rolls his sleeve up and holds out his arm, looking away.]
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Here goes nothing...
For the second time since he arrived in this strange dream, Sasuke pushes the needle into his own arm and injects himself, lips pressed together against the sting and strangeness of it all.]
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[Harley blinks at Liao's response, mouth opening to explain to him what she'd actually meant when Hinata comes running into the room. She sighs softly in relief, but the exhale cuts off as if she's been suddenly choked and her hands rise and scrabble at her throat. Eyes widening, her head jerks around I see collars on everyone in the room. Ken is quick to give them orders on how to 'quarantine' themselves, but as if that isn't enough stress, the chains of the Reaper can be heard approaching.]
Shit... [She looks at her reflection in one of the glass cases and notes the orange of her collar, trying to ignore the weight and feel of it and coming up short. However, what with the Reaper coming and all, she moves over to the counter and begins pulling out drawers. She finds all the necessary medical supplies and her movements are well practiced and... actually... besides the fact that she's doing this to herself, making it a little harder, she seems really well versed in the prepping of needle and injection site.
She rips open packages, screwing a fresh needle onto an equally sterile syringe. She's not bothering to clean up wrappers, tearing and letting them fall to the floor. She soaks a square of gauze, and without any qualms, tears off the sleeve of her bodysuit and tosses it aside; with luck it'd be fine just like last time. She swabs the inside of her elbow, tossing the gauze away, before grabbing a piece of rubber tubing. She wraps it around her upper arm, grabbing it and holding with her teeth as she ties a half knot into it.
Pumping her hand to raise the vein, she grabs an orange vial and pulls the cork free, sticking the needle in and drawing. She doesn't know how much is needed, so she fill it. She recorks and sets the vial aside, lifting and tapping the syringe to raise any bubbles. Giving the plunger a slight squeeze, she removes them and looks down at her arm. Though involved, the process was incredibly fast, but her being protrudes slightly at the sight and she goes for it.
She injects the liquid into her vein and pulls the now empty syringe and needle away before pulling he rubber tube loose with a snap. She grabs a new piece of gauze and covers the injection site, bending her arm to hold it in place.
Her gaze moves around the room, looking to see who hasn't injected themselves yet and sees both Lalli and Liao in the same position.
She begins prepping a syringe for both: one blue, one orange.]
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[ He'll put on the disinfectant before injecting Ken with the yellow vial. Once he's done, he'll bandage it up. ]
Let me know if you're having any trouble. [ Because he's going to go ahead and do the same to himself with the violet vial. ]
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You have my thanks. [He tells her politely. Now how to inject...actually, upon making an obvious realization, he offers the syringe to her, explaining simply that:]
I don't know what a vein in. I'm afraid I need to call on your assistance again.
CW: needles
She shoves up Liao's sleeve and tightens the tubing in place.]
Don't move... It shouldn't hurt, okay? [She knows Liao is a manly man
boy is he, so she's not overly concerned about his pain threshold; she really just doesn't want him to move when she tries to stick him. She holds his arm secure, inserting the prepped needle and injecting the orange fluid into his vein. She pulls out the needle and disposes of it, pulling the rubber tube free as she turns to Lalli.]Look, I know we ain't the best'a pals an' we've had some tough moments, but we ain't got much time ta quibble... I can do it, or one'a them can, but whoever it is, needs ta do it now. [Honestly, considering that they'd tried to kill one another in their most heated, it seems Harley is pretty much over it and wants to save your life now, Lalli.]
comes in ten minutes late with Ruanabucks
[Lalli eyes the vial suspiciously. He learned about them on Jabberwock Island, but the association wasn't positive. Allowing that thing to be jabbed into his arm is already a major concession. Now Harley Quinn, of all people, wants to turn on him and be the one to do it? Nope.]
...Someone else.
[No offense, Harley.]
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[He'll grab the syringe, assuming there's no protest from Harley, and go to Lalli to administer it. He tilts his head a bit questioningly, silently asking if he's okay with this arrangement and, you know, if he'll go ahead and expose his arm please.
There's definitely some urgency to his expression, though. That rattling's getting hard to ignore.]
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Rrrr.
[He squeezes his eyes shut, as if that will really do anything to make this operation less scary.]
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[He makes the quiet, calming sound mostly out of habit. Kurou did much the same whenever he was agitated - though Sasuke isn't about to try giving Lalli a pat on the head, no matter how similar the sound.
He lacks a lot of Harley's know how, but he quickly swabs Lalli's arm with the disinfectant to make way for the needle, slipping it under the skin and into a vein to inject the blue liquid. The moment it's empty, he pulls it out, setting it aside on a nearby counter.]
That should do it, right?
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[After a moment:]
...Now what?
[If they did all this for nothing...]
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[ If he has to, he'll pour all the talent back into his mind and temporarily become Kamukura. It's a last ditch attempt, but if it means he can protect everyone, then it's something he has to risk. ]
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[He stands up, pulling out his spear again, and gestures for everyone to follow him up the stairs.]
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