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@rcyalpains
#RCYALPAINS. || Indie, selective, private MULTIMUSE consisting of both canon and OC characters. Loved by Henri (they/them, 27). Est. Jan 2025.
EVENT ACTIVE: The City's Lament!
NOTE: Summer is hard for me to be active during due to the extreme heat! I don't want my laptop to overheat and it's hard for me to sit at my desk, so I will only be writing at night, weather and motivation permitting!
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PERSONALS, DO NOT INTERACT.
//How is it that bugs are smart enough to somehow get inside windows but dumb enough to get themselves stuck in there and not know how to go back the way they came. ._. (This post is about a hornet I'm staring at in mild fear)
//Actually I don't usually post Olive on here, only on Discord... but there she is........ the celebrity......... She's been sleeping on my bed a lot because of the heat fjsjfhsl
//All my friends choosing violence all at once and I'm sitting here like
"It's almost my birthday and all I got was more incurable trauma and a huge boo-boo on my arm!!!"
//Reminder that Max's birthday is on the 10th- >:)
//I dunno if I should trust my weather forecast after it told me it would rain today but we SHOULD be in the clear for a while? There's no absolutely horrendous days next week and the hottest is 85 on Thursday, which is better than uh. What we've BEEN getting pfff- ;w;
The sink was relatively drained out as Sam verbally mapped out where they should focus their efforts. Snagging hold of its plug, Chimizo uncorked it and reached in to sap the rest of what may remain below, all while his extensions vacuumed around the island, revealing a discarded sponge off to the side. No soap, interestingly enough, but it was not as if this kitchen was used like an ordinary one.
βHere?β Right when it was pointed out, the food processor was unveiled. βThatβsβ¦ quite the representation, for such a thing. Iβll be careful with it.β
Just to be safe, he pulled both arms from the sink. The claws which had been stuck into its recesses was still consuming the gelatinous gunk, somehow, pulling streams of it into the air before it was tapped dry. He delicately lifted the top off the appliance and dipped a few tips into its contents, avoiding touching the walls. That should handle it while he directed his additional limbs to sweep the floor around him. With his free hand, he cleansed the nearby stool.
Though he was just about fully immersed in his work, he did acknowledge Samβs gratitude with a sideways glance, sneaking a brief smile.
βYouβre welcome, Sam. Above all elseβ¦ Charles wanted this for you both. Which is why he sent for me.β
About to return to the grind, Chimizo paused and went silent as his keen senses picked up on the hushed discussion. His eyes were subtly drawn to the two, lidding somberly.
Ah, so that was it, then. He too had suspected there was more, but it was better for Jae to have addressed her father on the matter. It was troubling, to think this disease could have spread even higher, but if anyone should handle it, it would be those two.
He settled on this once Sam started for the curious-looking chute. An elevator, perhaps. Good, then he would not have to fret about them losing their way.
So as not to startle either of them, he did not bring any attention to their exchange. Instead, he continued on without fuss, extracting the last of the ichor from what was a supposedly an organ and raised himself above, to access the chest cavity. Since it might be a more enclosed space, he should probably slink inside and take care of it himself.
His gaze fell to Jae and Sam one last time, as if to tell them one thing:
Go on ahead. Weβll hold the fort here.
It was a fleeting glimpse. He swooped upwards and prepared to dig every last blade he had into whatever gobs of this ick resided in the upper area.
@emptyzone
Bitz intently listened as Sam explained. It was... Interesting, how things were translated in here. This was much, MUCH better than doing any actual surgery on the lagomorph, though... Woof. The roomba shudders at the thought of needing to do that instead of this. Even if the other wasn't absolutely massive, he still would not wish to do that unless it was an absolute, for sure, last resort. For as weird as it was... It was much, much better. Who's to say what would've been harder on Sam, truly... Not that he'd think too hard, as he continued to take the dog's words into account.
"Right... We need to be methodical. Can't have any of this stuff have any hope of returning in here." Bitz nodded, before he got another spot on the wall with a short blast. "Despite all of us using deadly weapons, I assure you that we're doing everything in our ability to make sure we're not damaging anything other than the gunk."
"He's literally a roomba, silly!" Zammy snickered a bit as Bitz rolled his eyes, continuing his clean-up. "Don't sweat it, Sam! We're all goofsters that need to stay together in this goofy world. And sometimes this world isn't goofy in the good way..."
Wh... Okay, Zammy. That's one way of putting it. Still. At Jae's observation and Sam's demeanor changed that much more. The two bots watched as he got closer to the tube, and Jae, remaining glued to his side-- Mimicked his movement, for a moment.
...
"I'm coming with you." Jae firmly said, her resolve clearly there, "These three can handle this down here, I'll make sure everything's okay up there." She readjusted the blaster in her hand for emphasis. "Let's go."
A glance is given to Chimizo as she managed a gentle smile. We're playing clean-up, we should be thorough while we can.
"We'll see each other later, okay, Gramps?" She looks over to her two robots, "Make sure you get every last bit, okay?"
"Yes ma'am." They both said in unison.
Jae's free hand gently held Sam's sleeve. She knows your hands are sort of out of commission right now thanks to the bandages, but she's going to make sure she's with you. Sharpest tool in the shed, she is.
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Sam hadn't a speck of doubt to consider when it came to everyone's resolve, here--nor the ability to get the job done right. Hopefully this would be last time he could say those words in regard to this particular happening. The very... last... time. Max... Max would be okay. Everything would be okay, no matter the ugliness of this case and the one that preceded it.
Basically, he's blindling hoping the freelance police's insane luck to duck damning consequences lasts; even with the power they possess now thanks to their friends... well, you never know.
A statement even more correct by what what he was about to do. What he may or may not find within Max's cranium.
"Ah-- I... I'd question if you're truly certain with that course of action, Jaembo, but I most likely needn't waste the fetid dog breath." Sam peered down at the much smaller Jae upon her determination.
Honestly, if worse-case-scenario did occur, at least he'd have her protection and the ability to tame any kind of potential infection up there. As for everyone else... Sam once again spared a gander back upwards. Bitz, Zammy, Chorizo...
"We'll be back just in time for our Houdini act that would... honestly fetch us millions in Vegas if we wanted. But... thank you. Really, thank you all. I know Max would be thanking you too if he possessed the vocal ability at the moment."
There's a slow, obviously weighted breath... but a grateful smile to counteract it. He'll be honest, he definitely would be blubbering again by this point if he wasn't making an active effort not to... It's just... a lot. This situation, the trauma that boiled over due to it, having to rely on others so heftily... and actually having those friends to heftily rely on in the first place. Although judging by certain... words spoken, actions taken... they may be past those kinds of casual descriptors.
Once again, though... Sam would have to turn back towards that lava-lamp-like tubing, and, with Jae by his side, he'd hop within it to ride it upwards. Max's brain... Hopefully it wasn't compromised, even in the slightest.
Upon their forced ejection upon arrival... Sam had admittedly shut his eyes tightly. Part of him didn't even WANT to see if it had been gooped to high heaven. Max had been acting normal all the way up to this point, of course... but even then, he had that tumor before and he was acting fine then, too.
But... of course... he would eventually have to open them. To reveal what had or hadn't been done to the sanctity of his husband's head. And upon a hesitant parting of lids...?
...It appeared perfectly sound. The rather lovely lounging area was completely intact. Moody fireplace nicely lit, two Max spores playing what, uh, appeared to be some form of rock, paper, scissors with the complete lack of hands to do so, the record player and all of Max's novels in perfect order, the television and radio... and what Sam remembered as the corner of death that once housed a tumor? Completely clean.
"Oh... oh, thank..." Sam couldn't even finish the questionable simile that might have been uttered, he was so relieved. Choked up, even.
However, that wasn't all Sam desired from up here--he'd admittedly stared at that particular white door in the back... But... he'd once again have to swallow quite thickly to avoid what would be a perfectly valid cry, given the circumstances. After all... he still had yet to give Jae the grand tour.
"Max's brain is... a little more polished than you'd think, huh, sweetie...?" Sam shakily laughed, taking a few steps forward into the room proper. "He wanted to be a good host for his bacteria. I'm... really happy it's clean up here this time, though. Last time I was here, this was how I found out Max not only had a tumor, but... it got infected by that same ooze. That's how I... y-you know..."
...Lost him. The first time.
//Whoever said we were going to get rain today is a liar and a fraud :/ But hi. :)
//Small note about that video--I love that Max completely misses an I on the tablet- :') Thank you for confirming Max has dyslexia for me Telltale I appreciate it KFBSJFB
//I'm still on mobile so I hope this loads correctly but Happy 4th of Shit- :')
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//This hell weather made me think about how Sam canonically does stick his tongue out and pant when it's hot and I find that just delightful... <:) He probably doesn't though, he probably finds it embarrassing because Sam is Sam π
//Oh yeah, good luck to my friends that are doing Art Fight!!! β€οΈ
//I'm keeping the pride pfp btw- :') At least 'til I think of a new icon I'd wanna edit but honestly I love this one fff... ;;; <3
//Updated the pinned post temporarily for summer- :') Basically my laptop, despite having two fans, runs pretty hot so I don't wanna use it during 90 degree weather. It's also very hard for me to sit at my desk when it's that hot because I only have a single fan to cool me off and it wouldn't be hitting me directly. :') It'd just be way too hot for me to do for even a few minutes, let alone an extended period.
Therefore, my replies may take a bit to get to! I can only really be active at night when the weather cools off enough to at least function in. I'll be active on mobile, so I'll still be active on Discord and I might make a mobile OOC post or two now and then during the day, but other than that? I'm gonna wait 'til night to get on desktop if I'm not completely dead ffff.
After throwing the gathered villagers a small wave, Chimizo retreated to let his companions amble on through, actually taking a good gander at the area now that he was settled. He was not expecting Samβs description of Maxβs interior to be literal, but here they were. Standing inside a literal kitchen in place of a stomach. It was odd, but certainly less nauseating than the alternative, ick notwithstanding.
Hardly anything was untouched by the ooze, hence his difficulties entering. Judging by the noise he heard, that must have bugged Max a bit. He would apologize for the slight blunder, but he might have already forgotten about it β and judging by the spore which appeared to them, relieved by their arrival, maybe he did.
With a bit of enthusiasm, he cracked his knuckles. βThatβs what we came here to do, isnβt it? Thisβll all be done with in no time.β Aaaand he was going to forgo that bit about the past expired milk. If somebody else wanted to deal with that, they could be his guest.
Turning to the others, he stated, βSeems thisβll be like cleaning house, by the looks of it. Makes the job much simpler, in my opinion.β As he hovered towards the center of the room, he cautioned, βI know youβre all careful; just mind where I am while you blast away. I canβt do this from much of a distance.β
That being said, the wraith did not hesitate to start. Those same blades from before tore out of his back to aid him in the task, numbering in the dozens. Coating themselves in flaming black shadow, they dipped into every surface they could reach and began to absorb the mess into his body, drawing rivers of the repulsive substance across each and every one of them.
While those handled more surface-level messes, he wielded his claws to handle the intensive ones. He plunged them into the sink, which was probably one of the worst affected by the infection. It might take a bit for him to unclog the drain, and that could not be accessed until he could actually reach the stopper, first.
His eyes lidded as the first wave of gunk entered his core. Although it was a concentrated version of what he actually needed to survive, it was not the most pleasant to ingest. And knowing how the gaseous form of it affected him, he would hate for it to launch him into a spiral again.
But he was convinced, now. Any of those nasty thoughts he had experienced then would not return. Gaze trailing to his friendsβ family, he grinned to himself.
They cared. Accepted him as one of their own. If anything tried to argue against that mentally or physically, well. It would be shot down immediately.
I can do this, for as long as I am able.
The messages had stopped for now. But knowing Marley, she might send another burst of them if she was particularly antsy. And he could not, in good conscience, leave her hanging for long. Especially if there was an emergency.
@emptyzone
... Yeesh.
Bitz placed his hands on his hips as he looked around. Sam's previous description was... Accurate, but couldn't have prepared him for actually seeing it. Frankly, this made things a bit easier... The roomba was indeed fully prepared to deal with stomach lining and such and such, but it seems like cartoon antics translated in many ways for the odd little lagomorph.
Zammy immediately had the inane urge to make an IKEA joke for some reason, but then... Oh, no no, she had a better one. Despite the oddity of it all, she was indeed the comic relief, and had to make up for Max's absence... Well, was he absent? The were-- Oh, nevermind.
"Oh." Zammy couldn't help but say aloud, after Sam's mutter. "This is just the average cursed Canadian apartment. I'm experienced w--" Perk up. "--MΓ€lk......"
"No, no--" Bitz was quick to grab Zammy by her head, "More blasting at purple stuff, less ancient milk. We can save that for last if we HAVE to. I'm getting pretty sick and tired of--"
"Alright, alright!" Zammy rolled her eyes as Bitz placed her down on the all-too-purple counter, "Also, don't worry Chimizo, if I blasted you, I'd genuinely feel bad. Like. Forever. So I'm going to not do that."
At least the two were true to their word-- Shorter bursts of lasers stayed far away from the Spirit as they got to work zapping the worst of the infestation over time. Jae readied her blaster and methodically went behind the two's line of fire, before pausing for a moment and looking at Sam. There's a bit of a head tilt from the mii. She would understand why the freelancer would want to make sure the process goes smoothly... And the other three were making great progress already, but...
"..." There's that vague worry in her eyes. With everything Sam had said... "While these three are going at it, uh... I don't take you as the guy to just stand around and watch. You came in here for a reason, right?"
Oh, how she hated to pry. It was a bit of a harrowing task, uh. Doing this again. Did Sam mention something about that while she had dozed off..? Probably not. It was kind of clear that Jae wasn't letting the dog out of her sight though, as more and more of the infection got plucked away at in the background.
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Sam really wished he could be as nonchalant as he would have liked to be. The way he acted like he was a lot of the time when things were a bit tougher than usual. The way Max was about things. But he just... couldn't bring himself to be sometimes. No matter how hard he tried, no matter how many times Max reassured him to "not worry so much".
The words came from a place of love and care, of course. All Max wanted--all he had ever wanted... was for Sam to be happy. To be comfortable as himself. Though in a way, Sam felt he was only telling Max what he wanted to hear a lot of the time.
...Speaking of... the newly unclogged tube to Max's brain is at least briefly glanced at for now.
But, at first, the dog did observe the clean-up process for a bit. Disclosing information is practically all he could do here, so he'd better do that to ensure they ridded Max of all of this misery.
"I doubt that you'll need to travel much considering that the problem area is right here, but you might find more above..."
An index is pointed upwards, towards an opening in the "ceiling" of the area. It would lead up to Max's upper chest and such, where no doubt the infection could have spread.
"...And in there."
And another index would be pointed towards... the food processor. On the island in the middle of the kitchen. It too was caked in the hideous slime.
"Believe it or not, that food processor is part of Max's digestive tract." A rather important point to note, there.
That was... about it, honestly. There would probably be little reason to venture further into Max--the arms, the legs, his secret inventory... they would all most likely be completely unviolated. Untouched by corruption, given that the entrances to those areas were not present here. There was only one that was.
"Seriously though, th... thank you all for your help. Max and I couldn't have done it without you guys." Sam hardly had the words to express such overwhelming gratitude, and such would choke him if he'd spoken any further.
Before he could even consider moving toward his more personal endeavor, however... Jae had piped up to him regarding the matter, surprisingly enough. Ever the observant little scamp, isn't she-? In fact, it had admittedly caught Sam off-guard to be questioned about his reasonings to be in here aside from obligation as Max's partner... and information's sake.
"...I..." There's a brief beat, followed by a breath... and a quiet admittance.
"I want to make... absolutely certain that none of the infection had wormed its way into Max's brain."
Perhaps Jae could piece together why herself given her apparent observance. Although... he would still be under the foolish assumption that he would be doing such alone, hence the steps towards that all-familiar, all-mildly-traumatizing tube. Before he had fully taken the first step within, however... he would pause to address her once more.
"...It's... part of how I lost him the first time."
That tumor. That goddamn tumor.
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