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{ 4 } my muse applying pressure to your muse’s bleeding wound.
……when will it end, that incessant griping about a torn tendon here and a dislocated joint there? Wounds self-inflicted, to some extent, were the result of some reckless adventure to ‘welcome’ others into ‘his twisted mind’––or at least that was the short bit he remembered out of the sassy lost child’s irritating whines.
“Shut up already.”
The demand came out as a distinct growl and his knuckles throbbed with a yearning to collide with the other Servant’s jaw. Preferably with a splitting crack, followed by silence that he had wanted since ten minutes ago, whenever his personal space was infringed upon by a rabid blond… thing.
If only he was even remotely listened to. If only the nuance had ceased prattling on and on about the arm that was bent at an impossible angle. If only the gaping wound on said arm wasn’t shoved into his face for ‘a closer look.’
There were numerous possibilities, but none of them were reality. The inevitable result, then, was for claws to tear through an already frayed sleeve and dig into the flesh beneath in a death grip. Slender, but muscular, arm fell within his grasp and was subjected to a squeeze of his full strength. Blood no longer flowed in an endless stream from the injury, pressure having been applied in the most unconventional of ways.
( Something else in the arm might have broken at this point. Who knows? )
Without skipping a beat, he hurled the man by wounded arm and onto a stiff mattress. The metal frame it rested atop of screeched in protest as legs scraped across the floor from the sudden impact. Had the mattress been supported by any weaker material, surely that would have shattered instantly. Barely conscious, the offender-turned-victim was left with more injuries than before. Widened and apparently ready for a fight, crazed red eyes met Berserker’s own icy stare.
“…I don’t know who the hell you are, but stop bothering me. If your arm hurts that much––” He didn’t make a deliberate attempt to do so, yet his fingers clamped around the fool’s bicep again nonetheless. Was blood even flowing through that limb properly anymore? Highly debatable. Not that he cared. “––talk to a nurse.”
yuisshiki:
❛ Hee, still analyzing despite the condition, huh. ❜
No sooner had the stranger come to her had her wooden knife risen and maneuvers, feet danced against the cold ground in every attempt to try avoiding his attacks and obtain the upper hand. After all, over everything else, she too doesn’t desire to finish off her opponent tonight. Only a little stimulation to release what has been pent up in this isolated Radiale.
After a barrage of slashes was given, legs caused the serial murderer to jump back in a dodge, only barely dodging. ❛ Hey, your action. Was it because you want to defend yourself or you actually enjoy it? ❜ Each person has their own history and she’s not one to dig it up. But exchanging clashes as the wooden knife made contact with each other, she could tell he’s a skilled assassin much like herself.
“That’s....that’s not....! I don’t enjoy it!” He vehemently denies, with a shake of his head. There appears to be a contradiction to his words though, because he seems on caution like a wounded animal. But the vigor and slight smirks when his blade makes contact suggests otherwise. They’ve been going at it for awhile, a few minutes at least of clashing back and forth. Henry wrinkles his nose, smudging off the blood from his cheek from one of her earlier cuts.
Why not let me get out? Hyde persuades sweetly, causing him to shake his head. When he gets a few feet away briefly, he holds onto his head. I can kill her and end this whole stupid fight!
“No....” He mutters to himself , steeling his gaze toward Shiki with a frown, “ are you fighting me because you’re looking for something to do? You don’t have to die tonight.” Raising his dagger, his brow furrows, “Do you enjoy this then?”
reigyo:
@hydenseeked liked for a short starter!
“Ah, I think these fishes are hungry. Can you pass me more of the food?”
“Oh? But of course, hold on a moment.” In a deft motion, the Doctor collects more food to share with the young girl. He happened to be passing by, and it’s become an area apart of his strolling route. “Here you are, they seem to vacuum up the food fast...huh?”
bianren:
“HA! Thanks, bro! I’ll have you know I’m what makes a party LIT!” The teen would make more of a fuss about the comment ( knowing his hot temper ), but coming from a high school full of MONSTERS and understanding he’s gotta mingle with normies, he took a confident stride forward. So he crossed his arms, a smug and proud grin as he threw it back.
“I dunno about a BBQ, but I’ll bet I can at LEAST do better than you. You seem to be preeeeeeeeetty bad at ROASTING, after all!” BOOM. Holt one, rude dude zero.
“And what’s that, mate? Different specialty then?” So if he didn’t use his hair as a flamethrower to make things hotter than Fourth of July, what’s the point? Edward snorts at the comment; his mouth lined with a row of sharp teeth. Amusement plays on the older Hyde’s lips, he’s really testing him, isn’t he? “Ever fight anyone ‘fore?”
“Bad at roastin’? Maybe so, I’m more better at crushin’ instead!” Hyde would demonstrate it, buuut they reduced his strength to being so damn weak. There’s a brief pause, he thought about cutting into him but Jekyll has a tight grip on his lips to not cause a scene. “At least....what I can do in this form, sucks that these folks won’t let me be at my full strength.”
koiwazuraine:
The hard part of cleaning up the mess was over, but it didn’t mean it was still any less tedious of a task. There was definitely still worry as she watched him fold his coat across the shards and secured them in a bundle. His smile gives her some reassurance at least. She didn’t learn how to sew for a boy for absolutely no reason. If anything tore, it’d be a quick fix, she’d make sure of it to repay his kindness.
“Please let me know right away if it tears, ok? I’ll fix it up! It’ll be the least I can do as an apology.” He sure was nice for someone who got dragged into this mess, and he was already doing so much by even sacrificing his coat. It was almost like having a kind older brother or something like she’s read about in shoujos.
“I hope so! As for veggies… It depends on the season. Right now carrots and many leafy vegetables are in season, so I was thinking a few from that list… But it’s hard when you have so little room- oh right!” Nene is quick to follow him, ready to snatch up any broken pieces if they somehow slipped out of his coat. “I’m Nene Yashiro! I should have introduced myself sooner, but thank you for all your help.”
“Of course, but ah–– thank you very much! I’ll keep that in mind, hahaa. You’re able to sew then?” He asks, beginning to walk in direction of the disposal, the street isn’t too busy so there wouldn’t be any chance for accidents. He adjusts the load in his arms, walks at a slow pace so he doesn’t drop the load.
Nene Yashiro –– he discerns the name is...maybe Japanese then? It sounded similar to some of the Japanese Servants he’s met back at Chaldea. It’s a cute name, he concludes. When she joins him, it brings out a smile out of him too.
“Hm...you’re right, you could probably make some kind stew then?” He suggests with a tilt of his head. A small chuckle leaves his lips and he gently shakes it to dismiss her concerns. “But oh, a pleasure to meet with you, Yashiro-san, um–– would Nene-chan be okay?”
“But I’m....” He begins, but trails off, right – giving away his True Name didn’t really matter because there’s no Grail War here. “I am Doctor Henry Jekyll, ah...either Henry or Jekyll are fine though!” He wonders if she’ll ask him about his name, considering people know it despite not knowing him personally.
mirrorlied:
If nothing else, Enjel can say with relative certainty that the food being made as part of this holiday’s “tradition”… is very, very good. She’s on her fifth candy apple since yesterday and doesn’t really have any plans to stop, because it’s so sweet that it makes her teeth hurt and she loves every bit of it— but before she has a chance to enjoy her first treat of the day, it’s gone.
It takes a moment for her mind to catch up. The round golden mirrors of her eyes stare up at him, watching him tear into the stolen candy apple without any hesitation or reservations whatsoever, but she can’t actually believe it’s happening. She waits for it to be some sort of daydream, or a crass joke, but – though he certainly cackles about it as if it were a crass joke, there’s a smear of caramel at the corner of his mouth and the stem is still in his hand, clear evidence of the cruel reality she’s been thrust into so early in the morning.
Her temper ignites.
It’s not just that he doesn’t even have the decency to pretend to be sorry; that laughter, it’s…
“Hey! That was MINE!” The shouting is bound to cause a scene. It’s definitely going to draw attention to them. Enjel doesn’t care about any of that; she jabs her right-hand pointer finger right at his chest, so puffed up with indignation that she’s almost standing on tiptoes.
“Why on earth would you do that?! That didn’t belong to you!”
Hyde doesn’t seem to care either, because he takes his time licking his lips. The candy apple is sweet, albeit a little tart. His tongue cleans his sharp canines, while he raises a brow in her direction.
“Uuuh huh, sure sure! But you hadn’t eaten it yet, so it was still up for grabs!” He’s ignoring her ire, while an amused tone can be heard in his voice. He didn’t expect this girl to throw a temper tantrum, because she looked...what? In her late teens? But then again, there are bound to be brats like this. Those sweetened with the glories of benefits and the like. The Berserker snickers at her misfortune with a wry smile. Instead of afraid, Hyde appears to defiant despite her giving him a hard poke to his chest.
“Wh~hy? Oh, just because I wanted to! It looked sweet enough to eat; It didn’t have your name on it, did it?”
koiwazuraine:
“I hope so. I’m tired of knocking on bathroom doors just to see if someone answers.” Most of the time it’s angry people wondering why she’s knocking anyway. She didn’t want to get her hopes up either. But something tells her this small festival would not affect the boundary nor would it mean that her friend’s finally find her again. “It’d be nice, right? But it’s probably just a festival… I am I thought it’d be easier to find him but I guess not.”
“Bathroom doors? Um, may I ask why? If that’s alright of course!” An incredulous look crosses his face when she mentions this. Is that how she met one of her friends? Jekyll can only imagine the reasons why behind it. He moves along with the conversation though, offering a small nod in response; Nene was probably right....just a festival to commemorate the dead. “I feel the same, there’s...someone I’d like to see too, but I haven’t seen any instance of him either.” A light sigh flutters past his lips, “...but I suppose it’s not so bad, have you made any friends since coming here?”
ouhebi:
do you think this is an unpleasant story, @hydenseeked ?
COLD BLOODED ANIMALS SEEK OUT HEAT EVERY SO OFTEN TO WARM THEMSELVES UP ; & the roaring flames of the bonfire seem to have captivated this serpent in just that. his pupils follow the dancing, scorching flames as he stokes the fire with a provided stick & hums to himself.
❛ hey. ❜
his tone addresses casually, aware of the other’s presence near by without even looking.
❛ isn’t it ironic? a day to celebrate those who have died, & yet this city is infested with those who have blood on their hands. do you think, perhaps, it’s a ploy to make them feel something like guilt? ❜
( humor me. )
The statement causes for his stomach to lurch; the stranger is right– while there are many innocents there are just as many sinners here too. It makes him conflicted, because he’d be the latter of these groups. His eyes draw away from the fire, peeking at the other from a sidelong glance and finds his lips curl into a frown. Guilt.... thinking about it this way makes Jekyll more solemn than cheerful. There’s something about this young man that doesn’t sit right with him either.
“Perhaps.” He finally says, eyes returning back to the flames being stoked, “although, I suppose it’d difficult for them if they’re unable to comprehend their crimes.” Hyde’s eyes roll while Jekyll says this, another philosophical debate? They’ll have to see. “ I hope it doesn’t motivate them to begin killing....for the sake of celebration.” Granted.....ritualistic sacrifice wasn’t uncommon for holidays in the past if he’s not mistaken .... the Doctor hope it doesn’t come to that.
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koiwazuraine:
“Do you think the dead could come and visit during these three days?” A morbid question for otherwise joyous holidays. Even so her tone is one of curiousity then that of sadness. Honestly… She just wanted to know if she was more likely to find her friends on these days than the others.
@hydenseeked
“Hm, perhaps? I’m uncertain, but it sounds like a nice thought.” There’s so much that he doesn’t know about this island that makes him uncertain. Would there be magic casted on them if they did? He doesn’t want to be too hyped if that’s the case... “I’d....love for it to happen, since there are some people I miss; are you missing someone back where you’re from?”
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koiwazuraine:
…Can’t say that I have. Do you think the moon is made of cheese or something?
“Well, it got craters, don’t it? Those are just the porous holes that cheese may have!”
nyanesan:
@hydenseeked
狩人 ▐ “The air smells peculiar around you.” In fact, it smells like an aura of evil, but she does not mention that as it would be impolite upon a first meeting. Instead, she sniffs the air around the male, almost walking an entire circle around him with her hands clasped together behind her back. Truly peculiar. “I cannot place this smell. You have the looks of a scholar, mayhaps some sort of potion then?”
“Smell...?” He blinks a few times in confusion, initially confused about what the Archer means. What’s notable about her is that she doesn’t appear wholly human, for she spots animals ears atop her head. When she mentions a potion, the realization hits him and lets out a sheepish chuckle. “Well....haha, I suppose you could say that–– I’ve been trying to use the potion.....sparingly nowadays––” There’s a beat of pause, when he now directs a query back to her, “ah, I suppose your sense of smell is stronger than a regular human’s then?”
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what’s your brand, @hydenseeked ?
EXHAUSTION WAS ENDLESS EVEN IN THIS NEW WORLD, IT SEEMED. but perhaps that had been kenjirou’s own fault ; spending countless hours in the spirale university library researching things would do that to anyone. he hadn’t even noticed how late it had gotten ; while his work ethic had been nowhere near that of ayaka’s, fixing himself upon an area of research would surely put him into overdrive. though he had carded through various tomes of text, none had given him even a hint of where he wanted to be, & left him more boggled than with any conclusion or hypothesis on what had gone on in this city. fruitless were his pursuits, & with that came a headache splitting across his skull & a wariness settling in uncomfortably over his bones. heavy eyelids &a fuzzier state of sight combined with those factors had been clear indicators that he should go home & take a break – come back tomorrow instead. falling asleep in his old laboratory had been acceptable, but a university he had no position in? well – he’s sure students would be guilty of it, only recalling the countless of times the children at the high school did – but for him, it wouldn’t fly.
onward his feet had carried him through the ward, sandals scuffing against the ground with each step as he did his best to navigate. gradually there had been an ache in his mind, a craving that was a whisper & when gone ignored, became a roar. doctors of medicine had scolded him countless times for smoking, insisting it had been horrible for his health ; but it’s not as if he listened, especially not later on in life. stopping abruptly, his hands fall to his lab coat pockets ; they pat down once, & a noise of frustration rumbles out of his throat. they move to pat down his pants pockets next – front & back, & it leaves him with a bit of a scowl & an over-exaggerated whine leaving his lips.
( ahhh, just his luck--! of all times, now his cigarette carton had forsaken him?! what a cruel world–! )
eventually he does halt in his theatrics, only stopped by the familiar scent of tobacco tickling his nose. perking, his eyes follow the source to another male in the distance, & he raises his hand in greeting.
❛ ah – hey. sorry to bother you, but do you think you could bum me a smoke? ❜
kenjirou, if your wife found out you were asking strangers for cigarettes, what would she say?
Smoking is more or less something to keep his mouth busy, it helped him waste time while going through the motions on this dingy island. Unlike in Chaldea, where they’ve restricted of how much and what they could consume, it was free reign here. And because he’s been here for what? Two months now? He’s scrapped up enough dust to buy himself a carton, it wasn’t the same experience that he got with what he’s experimented in the past but it’ll have to do.
Fighting Jekyll on this was an issue, persuading him to not flush them down the toliet had been pretty hard but he prevailed somehow. Even if he can’t fully transform into himself, being able to front in their body was still pretty good too. And today he’s just bumming around, not doing much, taking in the sights, the usual. When he’s not entirely out, he sports a look similar to Jekyll, the only difference is his eye color, because he’s taken the reigns for now.
Edward glances over the unfamiliar voice with nonchalance, moving the cigerette away from his lips, he puffs out some of the smoke away from the other and raises a brow.
“What? D’ya not ‘ave any of your own?” That answer’s obvious, given what the man said, it’s not like he smoked too many – he’s cut back a lot since back then, so he’s plenty to spare. Reaching into his jacket pocket, he rummages a bit until he takes out the carton and opens the lid.
“....Here, s’ all I’ve got,” He shoves the box in Kenjirou’s direction, “you picky on brands or whatever? Cos this is the only one I got on me.”