#donutmedic

[themightyzwei]

Stupid Idea | Caleb & Jester

@donutmedic

“If this ends in a scar, I am going to hurt that ogre even more,” she muttered under her breath as she attempted to heal the gash across her forehead. It was a little difficult to do, feeling rather dizzy and more than a little sick from the beating she’d just taken, but she had to at least try.

“Someone just put my hand on my forehead, I can’t aim,” she said miserably, pouting a little. “That was such a stupid idea, why did I do that…”

Caleb knelt next to Jester, moving his arm behind her to prop her up or steady her a little more. He intervened as much as he felt comfortable doing. Trust Beau and Jester to jump into potential action. He gently plucked strands of hair away from the wound, smoothing it away from her cut or wiping the loose hair and blood against his coat. He picked up her hand, placing her fingers carefully against the wound.

“Because you have this odd idea of needing to prove how strong you are.” Caleb spoke rather casually though the distaste in his voice was there. “And now everyone is very aware of who we are.”

[tex-blades]

Fjord flops down on his bed next to where Jester had crashed out face down in the early hours of the morning. He'd left her to sleep, sneaking around quietly so he wouldn't disturb her, even leaving for an hour or so to pick up some donuts from her favourite donut shop across town. The one with the voodoo doll donuts filled with oozing jelly, and the pink ones covered in sprinkles of every variety.

It was coming up to 14 hours since she fell asleep, and as bad as he felt for waking her up, it had been even longer since she had eaten. He leaned over her sleeping for, his chin on her shoulder, and one hand pulling her hair back from her face.

"Jes" he whispered by her ear "hey Jes, time to wake up."

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[hlghchurch]

DonutMedic Followed!

Merle had been chomping down on some pastries when he saw the tiefling. With a gulp, he brushed some crumbs from his beard and hopped up “-Hey-ey! Jester right? Your friends were here, asked me to let you know... that... ugh what was it,” he scratched his beard “-I’ll remember! Give me a sec...”

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“Oh, sorry~” She pressed Beau’s hair down to her scalp for a moment, a trick her mother and her nannies had used on her as a child. They needed to invest in a comb or a brush at some point. Jester’s hair sort of just always behaved, but then she also washed it as much as she possibly could. Beau was clean but she clearly didn’t favor her hair.

“You know what would be really pretty?” Jester mused as she combed her fingers through Beau’s hair to get the knot worked out. “I could braid a bit of blue ribbon into it, but I don’t think I have one small enough.”

“No, no, it’s cool. It’s fine,” Beau tried to reassure Jester, even though she was cringing the whole time. “I should just...y’know, brush my hair more often. Usually I just put it up, no fancy shit, no worries.”

She went quiet a bit, listening to Jester as she fussed and tugged at the mess of tangles that was her hair. Pretty? Beau never thought about being pretty. She just was. She got dressed and went about her day. That’s it. Was it even possible for her to be pretty?

“I mean, if you really want to, we’re in a city,” Beau shrugged. “I bet there’s somewhere we can find some ribbon that would work. If you want.”

[glitterconjuration]

Wine isn’t flammable enough. You need vodka or something. (from donutmedic~)

“Oh… right. I got it, um.” The gnome blinked slowly, and then flourished the edge of her cloak over the bottle. When it was revealed again, it was full of a clear liquid instead of the dark wine it had contained previously. 

She leaned over and sniffed at it delicately, one and sweeping her hair out of the way. “Eegh. Think that’s strong enough?”

Yes, taking advice from strange tieflings. What fun.

[tex-blades]

@donutmedic (from here)

Jester chewed her breakfast slowly, frowning curiously at the pouch. She picked it up and tugged the string open, gasping so quickly she choked a little on her breakfast. Half a mug of milk later and she was recovered enough to look at the bracelet again. “Hey Fjord,” she said, waving at him to get his attention. “Look at this.” She held up the bracelet with a bright smile on her face. “It is so, so pretty!”

Fjord had purposely hung back, being a little late for their usual breakfast meetup, and appearing at the foot of the stairs just as she had opened the surprise with her breakfast. He had in fact been very early, heading down long before any of the others were awake, to set the whole thing up with the half elf who ran the kitchen, then going back to his room. The only one of the Nein who knew anything about it was Caduceus, simply because it was impossible to sneak anything past him.

“Mornin’ Jes.” He was trying hard not to smile at her reaction as he joined her at the table, pressing a kiss to her cheek before sitting down. “What uh- what you got there?” Fjord leaning over towards Jester to get a closer look, although he already knew exactly what it looked like.

[tex-blades]

@donutmedic (from here)

She shouldered her bag and straightened her skirt, feeling her stomach rumble harshly. “That’s a good idea, I’m very hungry. I didn’t eat much dinner last night.” She took his arm and walked to the tavern door, blinking into the bright sunshine outside.

There was a small risk of running in to one of their friends, but being outside in a crowded market would make it easier to play it off. Staying by the side of any of their friends was now the go-to safety tactic the deeper into the Empire they’d gone. “Which way do we go again?”

As far as he knew, they were the last of the group to leave. Fjord wasn’t a morning person, and as they had nothing planned for the day he’d taken advantage of the lazy morning by staying in bed longer than usual. Caduceus had been long gone by the time Fjord had woken up.

“I’m sure we’ll be able to find you somethin’ to eat. Just follow the smell of sugar and bakin’, right?” He lead them away from the tavern in the direction of the market square, he remembered roughly the direction, but as most others were heading in the same direction, he was confident they were going the right way.

As they passed one of the temples Fjord gave Jes a gentle nudge to gain her attention. “There’s still a lot of people still hangin’ around inside.” He keeps his voice quiet to avoid being overheard. “Maybe we should take a look at the others before decidin’.” 

[polyphoniie-a]

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“Yea, I’m okay,” Jester replied, wiping blood from the corner of her mouth. She hated the taste of it; that weird metallic taste always seemed to last for hours. She carefully got up to her feet, brushing dust off of her dress, being careful to leave alone the gash on her side. “I need milk to wash the taste out of my mouth,” she said before spitting a bit more of it onto the ground. “Are you okay?”

Beau took Jester by the arm to steady her as she stood. Shit, that was...a lot. In a small amount of time. She had just wanted to get Nott back to safety, and before she knew it, Nott and Jester were both unconscious at her feet.

Was that my fault?

“Physically? I’ve been better. Mentally? I’ve...been better. Yeah, no, I’m not great.” Beau shrugged--a weak attempt at brushing it off. “Not...almost dying bad, but I could definitely use a nap. Are you sure you’re okay? I mean, you went down hard...”