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Post by Jon Lafayette on Aug 6, 2019 15:37:23 GMT
Somehow, Jon managed to persuade the medical team to take them to the school’s infirmary. Or maybe they just mumbled incoherently until the teacher suggested the transfer. Both were feasible options. The school was well equipped to handle medical emergencies and Jon fell into a sort of grey area. Pulse, blood pressure, heart rate all came out green if a little on the high side, natural reaction to losing any amount of blood. Cure had been exceptionally kind, healing Jon just before things fell into the critical side. Their injuries weren’t life threatening, missing major arteries, though they’d all require a thorough cleaning, stitches and antibiotics.
A healing Quirk was advised and the teacher assured their school nurse Naibun would be there. The teacher stayed behind, promising Isamu and Ryuusei they could check on their classmate after they finished up with the officers.
Making sure their gear wasn’t left behind, Jon gave a sad, little finger gun before they were carted off. Losing track of time was a specialty they were proficient in and before they knew it, Jon was transferred carefully to one of the beds in an empty infirmary room with obnoxiously bright lights and purposefully pale, cool colors to ensue a calming atmosphere. The place got under Jon’s skin too easily, and they spent as little time here as possible. So as soon as they were settled in the bed, they curled up on their side despite the queasiness and shifting of everything, threw a pillow over their head and gave a long, suffering sigh.
A harried assistant met them, ensuring Naibun was on the school premise but had been called away to an emergency and would be; hopefully, back soon. In the meantime, she would stay. It was enough to get the medical team moving, one already on the radio to receive an emergency call somewhere out in the city. The young woman stood awkwardly beside the teen, eyes wide at the amount of blood they left in patchy smears on the pristine white sheets before pouring them a glass of water and left it on the nearby metal stand. She perked up at the faint ring of a telephone down the hall and excused herself, promising to be back as soon as she could before having the grace to dim the lights and chase after the ringing phone, leaving the door partially closed.
Each ring was like a jackhammer to their head and Jon tightened the pillow over their head, the heel of their boot catching on the blanket as they sluggishly flailed. Even when it stopped, the ringing continued to drill into their senses. They shivered, hugging their bad arm closer to their stomach and tried not to breath in the overly clean sterile room. They couldn’t tell if the infirmary was cold or if they were, already prone to chills, losing some plasma probably didn’t help and their damn jacket was a twisted mess of Cure and their attacks.
Heh. What a tangled web we weave. Their wheezy laugh was stifled under the pillow before it become a weak sob, their throat painfully tight. Whelp, that’s enough emotions for tonight. Unearthing themself, Jon sat up with shaky arms, their feet dangled over the edge of the bed as they breathed out slowly, abating the dizziness that accompanied the quick movement. They did that a few more times before they felt they could open their eyes. At least their nose had stopped bleeding and they eyed the water that was just out of their reach, wanting to wash away the metal taste in their mouth.
Instead, Jon popped the locking mechanism on their vambrace and slid it off their forearm, followed by the second, trailing fingers along the gouge left by the villainess. They’d lost the right sleeve of their shirt, much to their protesting to Isamu who patched up their upper arm. Neko-chan had sharp claws and Jon eventually shut up with only mild complaining. Their pants survived, the bandage a stark contrast to the dark coloring. The first year had some fine field dressing skills, they’d have to thank him later. Blood spotted the bandage already and any movement reawakened the burning sting of the cuts, making the small red dots bloom. Eh, they could sleep it off. Anything was better than being here. Better than white curtains, beeping machines, the sharp bite of cleaning chemicals.
Struggling, Jon managed to pull their bloody green shirt over their head and dropped it on the floor with a heavy thump. Underneath, they still wore the black athletic tank top, it was form fitting and helped flatten annoying things. Not enough to their satisfaction, but beggars couldn’t be choosers. Without the bulk of their shirt and jacket, Jon didn’t much care for how exposed they felt. They’d have wrapped the blanket around themselves spooky ghost style but one look at the mess they’d already made and well, sucked for whoever had to clean that up. They just wanted to go back to their room, bury themselves in their bed and sleep.
Gingerly, they touched the floor with the toe of their boot and their leg wobbled, unwilling the take their full weight. “Dammit,” they muttered out loud, grabbing onto the metal railing at the foot of the bed and set their prosthetic down before standing on coltish legs. It was going to be one long ass walk back to the dorms.
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quirk Incendiary
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Post by Kazume Ichida on Aug 7, 2019 20:13:27 GMT
Jon had gone and done something stupid. (Of course they had).
There was nothing new about that, but this time it was different. They had gone and done something stupid and almost got killed for it. And this was new for Kazume why? Well because he actually gave a shit… which was fucking frustrating. Perhaps, Kazume should have shrugged it off, called them an idiot and then gone back to his life, (like he always did) but for some reason this he could not ignore. There was a rage swimming around inside of him he could stifle no matter how hard he tried. But he would not, absolutely fucking not, say that it was because he cared.
(Because he fucking didn’t).
But fuck Jon being a goddamn idiot. They would at least suffer his rage, which was not something anyone asked for. One might think it no deal to be the target of Kaz’s rage; afterall, he was always angry, but this was a different kind of rage. It was centralized and controlled, targeting a singular individual with enough cruelty to make them regret whatever action they had done to provoke him. It only ever happened when someone hurt him personally because he had very little that was personal to him, but hell if he’d admit that to anyone. He’d simply mask it as him being an asshole (which he was fairly good at being).
No, no wait..
Kaz stopped in the middle of the hallway, forcing himself to calm down because if he went in there like this it would be a red fucking flag that he actually cared right? He couldn’t have that. No, he would go in like an asshole, tell him off, and then leave. Great plan. Right right right. All emotions in check. Gloves on. No setting things on fire. He could manage that right? He wasn’t even that mad. Jon was fucking stupid, he knew that much. Hell, he called the other 3-A student stupid on multiple occasions and had no reason to feel sorry for it. He didn’t even much like the little shit.. Not even a little. Especially not about to show anything if Mika was going to be there.
Once he was at the door to Jon's room, he heard a shuffled noise within the room and decided fuck all common decency— Jon has lost that the second they decided to be extra fucking stupid. He opened the door and no amount of calming could have prepared him for the amount of fury he felt just standing in the doorway and looking at the utter sack of shit. His hand gripped the door knob and the metal turned red with the intensity of his body heat, prying away from it before he could manage to melt it entire. He pieced together the scene rather quickly, one of his skills, but it was frayed beneath many distractions (like you know Jon looking like hell). The boots on the floor, however, did not escape his attention though.
"Where the fuck do you think you’re going?" His tone was neither apathetic nor mildly asshole-ish. It was pure blistering aggression, seeping in the narrow angles of his frame and into the inflected edges of every word. A sort of fury that felt primal, inhuman. If it were possible, he might have breathed smoke. "You're gonna lay there and, for once in your life, you're gonna shut the fuck up and listen. Here I was thinking it was all an act, but you really are that fucking stupid, aren't you? Was it worth it? Having your ass handed to you because you're too fucking stupid to realize when you're outmatched? You could have died, and worse you would have died for nothing. But maybe you just don't care that if you died, people would have mourned you. You don't care that your death would've actually hurt people. You have a family and friends, and you don't even realize how fucking lucky you are. They don't mean a goddamn thing to you, do they? Must not. All because you wanted to hero, huh?"
It's not personal. It's not.
"So tell me then, what the fuck were you thinking?"
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Post by Mikaku Dokumi on Aug 7, 2019 23:09:12 GMT
Mikaku was humming faintly to himself as he took another large mouthful of liquid that tasted of Citric Acid, Propylene Glycol, Malic Acid, Sucralose, Acesulfame Potassium, Potassium Citrate and Potassium Sorbate. Also known as er...was this meant to be peach flavoured water? Something like that.
He had just finished treating the students in the theater and others he found on his way back from there, though most injuries (minus the serious ones in the said theater) were self inflicted by accident from the mass panic that had erupted due to the villain take over. Thankfully, all of that seemed to be under control now but he knew he probably would be needed to treat others for the whole night now, he was U.A’s top idol today! (Most likely.)
And to prepare for the said long night, he knew he had to do something he hated doing- take that black potion of death now, so he was ready to treat anyone else that may be brought in later, or if he was dispatched out into Musutafu. As he had tended to the students who had fought the villains inside the school, he was running rather low on blood- he could feel it, his body was starting to get cold and in general he felt a little dizzy. Before he passed out (like that one time he was with Ryuusei…) he had to make sure he had enough blood production going on inside him.
Technically he could just take it anywhere but he actually disliked taking this thing in public, and preferred to atleast have some privacy. Even if he was used to ingesting many things that weren’t meant to be ingested normally, this one still hurt like fuck and he didn’t want anyone to see him writhing around in pain, it wouldn’t be good for style points, and he didn’t want anyone to feel bad for needing to be treated.
And so the nearest and best option was the nurse’s office, he could take a quick rest on one of the beds there while the devil potion worked and he could go back to work.
Being support sure was tough!
Though he guessed everyone else was doing their best around the school and town too, so he had to deliver. He was almost at his destination before he paused, tossing the now empty bottle of water into the bin a few meters away with ease and pulling out another, opening it immediately and starting to drink. The other thing he needed to do when he was bleeding out so much was to take as much liquids as possible, and thus he had stopped by the nearest vending machine in school to stock up on...whatever water this was. It didn’t matter, it was mainly water.
"So tell me then, what the fuck were you thinking?"
The white haired teen was just about to put his hand on the door when he heard a familiar voice from the other side of the door. That was...Kazume’s voice. Damn, why were there people in the office? Naibun-sensei shouldn’t be there, meaning it should be vacant...
Feeling a little awkward about bursting in now (the conversation within seemed rather heated), Mikaku hovered around outside not sure on what to do, deciding to pour more water down his throat while he was at it, his eyes glowing cerise and his skin a few shades paler than usual due to the blood loss, illuminated by the emergency lighting.
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quirk Heavy Metal
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Post by Jon Lafayette on Aug 9, 2019 7:16:31 GMT
Their grip was white knuckled on the railing, the metal warming under their fingers, and Jon managed to stay standing, ignoring the dull ache in their thigh. If they didn’t look down, then there wasn’t really a two inch stab wound and worked on trying to will away the migraine with the same childish ambition. They weren’t so lucky on that and judging on how their vision was going wonky in their right eye, it was going to be a particularly unfun one. Maybe they could get out of morning classes if they weren’t already canceled. No doubt Alex would be trying to call them, the phone lines had to be up by now, Isamu had used his phone to call for help. Where did they leave their phone? Patting down the front of their pants didn’t reveal the rectangular shape of it and they figured they left it in their room after leaving a message on the student chat.
That’d only been a few hours ago but the wild ride of their night made it seem like days. Still, they wouldn’t have done it any other way. Sure, less stabbing and more butt kicking on their part would have been nice, but they got a name and some details that were swimming just out of their reach. They’d write everything down later. Maybe they could manage a shower before passing out. So many maybes and possibilities and just thinking about it made everything hurt more. Jon was going in circles, cycling further down as they tried to pretend everything was okay, but the first whisper of cavil had already planted itself when they couldn’t chase after Psycho Cure anymore. A playful reminder echoed in authority figures and supposed friends voices of their past, that they weren’t built to be a hero.
Yeah. You can fuck right off with that. Jon took a step forward, dragging the toe of their boot in the struggle and loosened their grip on the bed to make the next world’s smallest step for mankind and met Kaz’s arrival with wide eyes. Out of anyone who could have stepped through that door, their friendly neighborhood phoenix was not one they expected. Eyebrows drifted upward at the first explosive outburst and they could feel the heat of his words and the smell of burning metal was sharp and acrid, too strong and a muscle twitched just below their eye.
Jon crossed an arm across their body out of instinct, digging fingers into their shoulder to keep themselves covered. There wasn’t anything to cover, the tank top doing its job but without their usual layer of clothes, Kaz’s word bit a little harder, burrowing unremorsefully into the hollow pit in their chest. They hunched a little as if to shield themself from the verbal lashing, mirroring their own wayward thoughts from Cure’s barrage. Kaz had a beautiful gift and what a waste to use it on them. They felt more like a petulant child than a scolded hero and it showed in the furrow of their brow, different from their pain. That hollowness was growing.
“You’d make for a terrible nurse, Kazume.” The rare use of his full name felt off as they tipped their head with just the right amount of nuance to come off as cocky. Dull grey eyes narrowed slightly, daring him to strike back with more. “Gotta work on those bedside manners.”
Obstinately, Jon let go of the bedframe to stand on their own and made a show of squaring up their shoulders to face him. Didn’t help they were breathing heavily and the room was starting to tilt and any second they were either going to barf or faint. Or both. Their lopsided grin tightened, losing the usual elation to slip into something of a grimace. “Took you three years to figure that out. I might not be the stupid one here.”
With a sharp inhale and a tightening of their jaw, Jon entertained another heavy limping step forward. They always had a slight limp but this threatened to buckle their knee and the hand across their chest dropped to act as balance as they tried to correct the sway of their weight and the rubber sole of their prosthetic squeaked loudly, leaving behind a small black mark on the floor.
“I was thinking, don’t let the bad guy escape." The absent duh couldn't be missed in their blunt tone. "You know, one of the things required of a hero. Look,” Jon eased the roughness from their voice, trying for sympathetic. “You’ve said a whole lot and gotta be honest, I only heard half of it. I’m fine, not dead, still got like six lives left.” They were definitely panting getting all that out in one go.
“I got a fucking migraine and I want to go to my room. You have my permission to ream me out later.” They held up two shaky fingers, “Promise, scouts honor I wont say anythin’ back.”
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Post by Kazume Ichida on Aug 13, 2019 21:01:48 GMT
Kazume felt the intense need to beat Jon's face in.
It was becoming a regular repeated thought these days, but right then.. he didn't know why but he hated the bastard for making him even fucking care. They were the type to jump off a building and consider the fall after. Kazume, truthfully, wasn't that different in that he was regularly impulsive with his temper, but he always had a plan in the end. He didn't have a plan for how to deal with Jon or people like him. Honestly, he felt guilty. Here was Jon looking like absolute hell and he himself only had a few scratches and a throbbing headache because he'd been knocked out by a blow from behind. In the end, he was calling Jon useless and what the fuck had he done in the end? Nothing, even less than Jon had done getting knocked around and nearly killed for nothing.
His anger was a selfish one. There was probably reason to it, after all Jon was and is an idiot, but did it really warrant this reaction? Probably not. They were already beating themself up.
Kazume. It was funny he had been frustrated over the other's use of nicknames and the actual use of his name felt bizarre now to him.
"Yeah well too bad for you, I'm what you got and my services aren't cheap." His tone was still sharp, but more exasperated and beaten.
Jon made a show of standing independently, as if to say 'look at me I'm fine, you don't need to be here' and Kazume met it with a hard stare, challenging them not to fall apart beneath his scrutiny. Daring them not to fall apart when they looked like they were barely keeping it together. He didn't expect the sharp retort from the shorter, usually jovial 3-A student. Jon was like sunlight, blinding and obnoxious and sometimes overwhelming, but always cheerful. This was something new. Kaz sneered at the 'stupidity' remark, ever so touchy about proving his own intellect and condemning everyone around him to do so. However, this time he made no attempt to tear Jon apart verbally, not anymore at least. That much he had proven capable of doing and Jon proved just as capable in ignoring his every word. They were at a standstill— a stalemate.
With a jolting step forward, Kaz watched the other's form fall apart and resisted every urge to assist them. Even sacrificing their attempt to protect what Kaz had already partially surmised and, frankly, did not particularly care about. Jon was free to be whoever they wanted to be.
He rolled his eyes then, a vicious retort on the edge of his tongue that he quickly swallowed. It wasn't worth it, was it? Perhaps it was, but in the end he couldn't shake sense into someone who didn't care to listen. He could try and it would be a waste of time, maybe it would give him what he thought he wanted and Jon would leave and not look back. He could go back to being slightly more alone and slightly more angry about his self-induced loneliness. No, it wasn't worth it.
"You know what? Fucking fine. Do whatever you want. Go off and fucking die, I don't give a shit." He growled, looking the other student over with the shake of his head before turning on his heels. He pulled the door open and almost ran face first into none other than Mikaku Dokumi, of course. He froze then, wondering how much the other young man had heard and felt somewhat exposed in that because Mika was far more perceptive of him than Jon was. "Mika."
With a frown he finally added, looking him over, "You look like shit."
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Post by Mikaku Dokumi on Aug 13, 2019 23:36:15 GMT
So while Mikaku had been watering himself plenty in preparation for the procedure he was going to self inflict soon while sort of casually listening in to the conversation on the other side of the door, mainly because he had nothing else he could do right now. He needed a place he could sit or ideally lie down, and the place he thought he could use was currently occupied by two teenagers screaming at eachother. Though, he had to admit he was a little confused, he thought he had left Jon in the cafeteria unharmed, so what exactly happened after that?? Did they do something crazy? Sounded like it, from what Kazume was saying. Well...he supposed it was a good thing he was here then, though the other student would have to wait a few hot minutes before he could treat them, most likely. Well, he supposed he would make his graceful, much anticipated entrance… or so he thought when the door opened rather quickly from the other side, and bright pink eyes met blue. Whoa, the heat radiating off Kazume was something else, he was really, really mad… “Hey babe.” Mikaku replied smoothly, despite the fact he was feeling just a touch dizzy, giving him a wink and smile as if he 100% wasn’t standing there for the last 5 minutes and heard everything. “Awww don’t say that, I’ve been working hard, praise me♡” He said as he studied the other’s face. The redhead had a small cut on his cheek, maybe from something he did earlier, and the edges of the wound were starting to react to the heat on the surface of his skin. Leaning in a little, he closed the gap between them and before Kazume had time to react, ran the tip of his tongue against the almost scalding hot surface, making sure to apply a liberal amount of saliva that should still have its healing properties as he had been on his healing potions for a good few hours now. “Come on, let’s go back inside, I need you to help me by holding my hand and making sure I’m brave, alright? Or I might run away and Jonny won’t get heals.” Mikaku casually grabbed the other’s wrist as he passed, tugging him back into the room, raising an arm in greeting to the other third year in the room.
“Hey~ Whoa, you really went all out huh? ...wait… you aren’t bleeding out major anywhere...are you…?” He frowned, still having one hold on Kazume’s wrist so he couldn’t go anywhere while he moved closer to Jon, trying to find the source of all the blood that was on their discarded clothing, blanket and what they were wearing, the tank top was soaked, it was obvious even with it being a dark colour. There was no way someone would have left them in such a bad shape, (looking at the bandages, they had received some sort of emergency care.) so...where did all this blood come from…? “...Kazucchi, can you log me into the PC?” He asked, tossing his student ID at Kazume now, releasing his wrist and pointing at the terminal. He needed to access Jon’s medical record, this was… a lot of blood to lose. Probably need a blood pack and of course treatment, but blood first. “Jonny, I’ll need you to sit back on the bed, okay sexy?” He smiled, before he reached over to touch the blood on the blanket discarded on the bed. “I’m guessing this is your blood right~?” Mikaku tilted his head in question, a faint smudge transferred onto his fingers and he moved it to his mouth, tongue flicking out to taste it. He had no time to wait for the info to pull up for blood type, he could at least check that himself pretty easily. “O RhD negative~ Well! At least you don’t have any nasty diseases, huh? Perfectly clean! And aren’t you lucky, I’m the same type so there should be some stored in the fridge…” Mikaku donated blood to the school when he had time too, even if stored blood didn’t keep the healing properties over 5 minutes after it felt his body, it was still a valuable thing in itself to donate as he was that special blood type. “Kazucchi~ Can you give me my ID so I can get access the fridge~?” For once, Mikaku Dokumi was actually doing his job as a medically trained support... |
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Post by Jon Lafayette on Aug 16, 2019 18:49:05 GMT
Jon knew that look all too well, having grown accustomed to it when they were being exceptionally brilliant obstinate. Anger, frustration, rage, bring it all on, they could take it. What was one more person being mad at them. Even if the anger felt different and stung more than they liked. Kaz being mad at them was like a staple, when wasn’t he annoyed or livid at them for one thing or another, it was a building block of their total trolling friendship alliance of awesomeness. Even if Kaz refused to call it that. Spoil sport.
The heat that radiated from him felt absolutely wonderful, abating a touch their trembling but they were not that delirious to get any closer. Jon wasn’t sure if they could handle first degree burns to their already menagerie of problems. But it leeched away a little of the cold but did nothing for their focus. They were fading in spurts before metaphorically jerking themselves out of it and the warmth wasn’t helping. The infirmary was always so cold, so clinical and they could smell the antiseptic over their own blood and it was turning their stomach more. Jon hadn’t exactly gotten a good look at themselves, only knowing they were a bit of a bloody mess but that was the price of being a hero. You didn’t protect people for the easy living. Isamu’s last parting words of absolute thrashing echoed back. That wasn’t the hero thing to do. What good did they actually do, except leave those who needed them, behind. Yeah, what a great hero you are.
A reflexive smile surfaced at Kaz’s comment, finding the familiarity in it, latching onto the hint of exacerbation. They could do exacerbation. They offered up the silent challenge until Kaz broke first, surprising them. They dug deep for the extra scoop of sarcasm they could hurl at his back. “Jokes on you,” they called out weakly. “I like being yelled at. Maybe… I will.” They muttered the last part, out of stubborn misplaced bravado and pressed the back of a hand against their mouth, swallowing hard to fight back another wave of nausea.
Right, Kaz was leaving, exactly what Jon wanted. Wait, no, that’s not what they wanted at all! The thought of being alone here easily overrode all logical sassing. They gagged before they could say anything, jarring the healed stab wound’s pain all over again. It made the dull throb behind their eye pulse starkly, inciting every little ache and pain and they closed their eyes to stave off the worst and that did nothing to help. There was no way they were getting back to their third floor dorm like this.
Jon forced their eyes open at the surprised voice of Mika and stared dully at him, not sure if they had slipped into hallucinating things or not. Slowly, their gaze slid away from his concerned face to land on Kaz behind him and the furrow of their brow lessened. “I,” they tried to answer, swallowing hard again and finished with a bland, “don’t know.” Trying to explain felt like it would take too many words and they did not have the current capacity to put them in order. Stop the presses, Jon didn’t have the strength to talk.
Sitting down took a lot more effort than they had, but in the end they hadn’t exactly made any real progress from the bed. And with Mika looming close, their skewed balance was easy to overcorrect and when they tried to lean away, intent on standing in defense of the sweetly voiced direction, they toppled back a step. The back of their leg hit the bed and they collapsed atop of it in a rough sprawl.
“Merde,” Jon hissed at the jostling, grabbing the bedpost to tug themselves upright. They rolled their head to look at the mess they’d left behind and gave a soft grunt for an answer. Yep, that was all them. Couldn’t even brag some of it wasn’t. They could, but the lie felt as bitter and tainted as the taste of bile in the back of their throat. Unconsciously, they touched the front of their tank top, smearing fingers across their shoulder and brought it back to look at the smear of dark red just as Mika’s deduction wormed it’s way into Jon’s focus. The sickly sweet voice overlapped his, cooing with false concern as the inflection mirrored one another.
The tightness in their chest doubled and they gripped a handful of blanket beside them, twisting it slowly as their other hand dug into the bandage on their thigh, seemingly unaware as they stared at the floor in front of them. Their gaze remained unfixed as they tried to count in their head, forming each number with slow deliberation to work through the childish fear. They weren’t ten anymore. This wasn’t a hospital. That lurching feeling wasn’t of impending doom, they were surrounded by friends, not doctors, they were just suffering from bleeding out earlier. Totally different, even if they shared a few symptoms. Jon was going to reason themself out of a panic attack and as long as Mika didn’t put an unexpected hand on them, not Cure’s dainty hand curling around them, they wouldn’t bolt. Probably.
“Kaz,” the whispered hoarsely, desperation coloring his name. They angled tired grey eyes upwards, unsure if he heard them and their lower lip trembled, mouth downturned as they tried to keep from looking entirely too pathetic. “Don’t make me stay here.”
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Post by Kazume Ichida on Aug 21, 2019 19:30:30 GMT
Babe.
What was happening?
He called me babe.
"Uh.. hi." Kaz responded quite lamely, considering. And if only to make matters even more awkward, he felt a hot wet tongue on his fucking face. His body temperature went up at least ten extra degrees on the contact alone and he was fairly certain he had burned him. He was also fairly certain that his face matched the color of his hair for a good minute or so before he forced himself to cool off. This was so not fair. Mika was not supposed to show up when he was in the process of storming off in a fiery temper.
He was hellbent on denying said request and stubbornly refusing to help Jon in any way, but the thing his lips produced instead was: "Err okay.." And then he was being led into the room like a dog on a leash. This was ridiculous, really. It certainly didn't do much for his reputation for giving very little shits and letting no one distract or control him. Mika continued to hold his wrist and he continued to stare down at it like at any moment Mika might rip his arm off. There was very little likeliness that he would go anywhere even if the other wasn't holding him hostage.
Mika gave him an ID card and Kaz regarded it with a heated glare, eye twitching subtly before grudgingly going to the computer and swiping the access pad. He didn't sign up for this shit and he was no one's goddamn nurse, especially not ungrateful stupid idiots like Jon Lafayette. Instead, however, grumbling curses beneath his breath, he did what Mika told him do though he would have preferred at that moment to regret his decision not to leave no matter whose hand was holding him down. "I'm not your fucking assistant and that dickhead deserves what they got." Didn't mean he wouldn't bitch and groan about it though.
Jon looked sick right then, like they were two seconds from vomiting all over the floor, passing out, and likely dying. Even with the intensity of his anger (and he was quite pissed, in fact), he still wanted to rush forward, help the other 3-A student up. It wasn't like he hated the little bastard, in fact he actually liked them. It helped a lot— bonding over pot and being trolling bastards on the chat. Even if the fucker was about as easy to love as a paper cut (tho some might claim Kaz was a bit of the masochistic kind).
Then the little shit had to go and fucking beg him.
And hell if he wasn't a fucking softy deep down.
Because he actually wanted to help them.
"Quit looking so pathetic, you know it doesn't work on me." It totally fucking did though because he was giving Mika the 'does Jon have to stay here?' look. "So can you fucking help him or not?" He grumbled obstinately to Mika, totally not looking like he cared at all, nope.
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Post by Mikaku Dokumi on Aug 29, 2019 22:35:27 GMT
“Hahaha well I dunno the exact details of how Jonny got like this, but well, it’s chaos out there huh?”
Mikaku got his ID back from the other teen and swiped it on the fridge door, the lock opening with a bleep and he reached in, pulling out a bag.
“Don’t worry, Kazucchi, they will be fi~ne! You don’t need to be so worried! Do you have any other injuries that you know of, Jonny? Anywhere hurt or feel super numb or whatever, anything feel weird?”
His initial diagnosis was shock, whatever happened to Jon for them to end up like this probably shook them up quite a bit, and combined with that blood loss, not the most ideal of combos.
The medic in training asked as he walked back over, picking up an IV kit while he was at it also and a hook stand. He glanced over at the two, clearly Jon didn’t want to be here and Kazume was falling for their pity tactic. Unfortunately, Mikaku on the other hand was the smiling lord enma in this regard and knew the hero student will have to stay put and get some blood back in, then get treated and he was going to make sure those both happened before Jon could even dream of leaving this room.
Unlike the hero students, Mikaku had dealt with far more casualties before and it would take more than this to shake him. Or so he hoped anyway, as he wouldn’t be able to do his job if he was feeling panicked every time he saw people covered in blood, even if it was his friends. Keeping calm and upbeat was most important, well, that was how he dealt with it anyway. As he passed the computer, he glanced at Jon’s file, taking in main info and deciding it wouldn’t do any harm to do the things he had been planning to the other student.
“Of cours~e I’m gonna help! Isn’t it lucky that UA just happens to only have the one type of blood Jonny can have in stock hmm~? Now with this you can confidently say you have a part of me inside you forever♡ We are taking that unretractable step forward, huh?”
Mikaku joked as he prepared the bag, moving it over to the bedside.
“I’m gonna touch you ok, so just relax~”
He would have liked to use this moment to brag about his phlebotomy skills and that they were apparently painless, but he guessed it wasn’t the time to do so.
“Kazzuchi~ Can you keep talking to Jonny please~ I dunno, maybe tell them of your most embarrassing moment ever, or who your crush is, or what colour your panties are today, or something~ Anything~”
Decently well practised hands worked on securing the IV drip to the teen’s arm, Mikaku had no difficulty when it came to practising, so he had done it quite a bit, he supposed it was a good thing, really.
“Okay, done! Right, you guys need to stay here and wait for just like… 5 minutes while I do something realllll quick and then I can start sealing up Jonny’s wounds yeah? Kazucchi, make sure Jonny dosen’t run away or do anything crazy to make me cry, mmm?”
He taped the small plastic onto the other’s arm and stepped away, walking over to the other fridge to pull out a water bottle, before pulling out a slim black vital from his side pouch.
“I’m trusting you two so be good, alright? Be back in a mo♡!”
The silver haired support gave a casual wave then moved over to the bed nearest to the window, and pulled the privacy curtains around it, before laying back on the overly starched pillow.
“Well I guess...time to get serious too…”
He mumbled in almost a whisper to himself before he uncorked the vital. He tipped the contents down his throat as fast as possible, as he didn’t need a chemically burnt mouth to add to the pain that was coming, that would be unnecessary masochism. It did burn all the way down to his stomach, he definitely felt that… well hey, looking on the bright side, his nerves were working 100% fine today too, which in turn meant his quirk was working like it should!
Ow ow ow ow ow ow ow
He took a long, hard inhale as he leant back on the bed, chewing on his lip as the pain started at the pit of his stomach, slowly creeping outwards, upwards, he could feel his heart, it was slowing down, as if it was almost grinding to a stop, his whole body feeling increasingly cold as he tried to fight the urge to struggle for breath. He knew it was fine, he wasn’t dying, well, he technically was, but he wasn’t going to die, his quirk would kick in any minute and start to rev him up again.
Yep, it always sucked, his quirk made him feel like he was going to die before it pulled him back up, every. single. time.
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quirk Heavy Metal
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Post by Jon Lafayette on Sept 4, 2019 15:56:04 GMT
Visibly deflating instead of rising to the usual banter, Jon drew further into themself, looking all the more smaller. Their gaze dropped a fraction, staring dumbly at Kaz and muttered quietly, counting backwards in French from ten, taking a quick shuddery breath between numbers and continued their slow assault on the blanket. Talking was helping, hearing the memorable cranky tone of their Sparky and the soft, soothing dulcet tones of sweet Mika helped center them, drawing them back to the now. The bed was soft beneath them, not the hard alleyway they’d been sitting in earlier, trying not to slowly bleed out. Count, just like ma taught you.
The use of their nickname made the teen list upwards, a familiarity that was ingrained in them. Still, they took a moment. “My head hurts.” Visibly pausing, they made the usual easy transition from French with some halting difficulty. “Head hurts,” Jon answered and squinted slightly, “Migraine,” they clarified weakly as they tipped back, overcorrecting their posture with a jerk forward. “Get them, with overuse.” Conveying the typical complex explanation complete with a side story and at least two dick jokes into as few words as possible nearly pained them as much as their injuries.
“Can’t feel my right leg.” The subtle smile that slipped in between the sour expressions did little and the slowly building tremble through their body betrayed any other attempts. “B-back.” Oh, they did not like the way they stuttered at that and pressed fingertips into the bandage on their thigh to bring them back with a sharp, spike of clarity. “Chased Psycho Cure, got stabbed for it.” Their wheezy laugh sounded terrible to them and only jostled things further and Jon groaned at their lapse. Even when down, they still finagled around saying anything that could labeled an actual problem out loud.
Eyeing the IV kit with absolute wariness, the teen instinctively drew their arms closer to their body. Jon had a history of injuries at UA, from the simple scraps and cuts to nearly losing their head one time during a freak accident while Quirk training, every time they faced it with a daring grin and a laugh to match, wholly unafraid. The third year stared at the capped needle as if they were facing a rabid bear head on. “Don’t be jealous now, Kazzy.” Missing the heated moment between the two earlier, Jon continued to miss further reactions as they sighed and begrudgingly offered their best arm. “Do be gentle with me, doc. It’s my first time.”
Jon tensed all the same as Mika worked, squeezing their eyes shut before looking away entirely and exhaled heavily before tentatively meeting Kaz’ gaze, fully expecting to be yelled at again. They stared a moment, studying his face as if looking for something before they twisted their arm to look at Mika’s work, surprised they hadn’t felt anything. Jon nudged the skin around site, pushing at the tape holding the excess to keep them from pulling it out. He really did do a good job, had the tiniest and shyest veins out there and he got it the first time.
“So, what color are your panties?”
They didn’t quite have the strength for their customary rambles and the ensuing silence gnawed at them, especially when their trio became a duo and Jon watched Mika head off, staring after him even when he vanished behind the curtain. He’d inadvertently cut off one of their escape routes they’d considered. Out the damn window like an absconded lover, it didn’t matter what floor they were technically on.
“I lied.” Jon gave a pathetic hitch of their shoulders in a shrug and scrubbed the heel of their palm over their right eyebrow. “I heard you. Heard everything you said. Kinda hard not to when you’re being yelled at.” They offered a wiry mirthless smile, pushing past the exhaustion weighing them down. “The devil in a pink dress said the same damn thing. Had the nerve to say it with a fucking overcompensation shoved in my back.” A watery laugh followed and the hand rubbed harder, ignoring the tremor that shook their entire frame.
“Sorry I worried you, bro, but you can’t get ridda me that easy. I’m still here. Still here.” They repeated firmly for their own sake before the wind left their sails with the finesse of a wilting flower. “Ugh man, this all sucks donkey ass.”
“You should check on him.” Jon offered after a moment, making sure they were carefully not looking at Kaz, silently devising another escape plan. Plan C. Or were they still on Plan B? Plan B, Part 2. “Not like I’m goin’ anywhere leashed up like this.” Jon lofted their arm with the IV in it. “Sides,” they took a deep breath. “Think I gotta barf and uh, no one needs to see that.” They waved their hand toward the small, white trash can just out of their reach. “Could you just push that closer.”
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quirk Incendiary
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Post by Kazume Ichida on Sept 5, 2019 19:08:03 GMT
It was one thing to see someone hurt, they were in school to become heroes so it wasn't necessarily something new that someone got hurt. He got hurt all the time, mostly because he forgot that he was still human and still very breakable is pushed right. The only think Kaz had was a lit match and a short fuse for a temper, but otherwise he was human. He shouldered pain away beneath fury, wore it like the very threat of giving in to it might mean the end of him. However, it was something else entirely seeing someone like Jon Lafayette hurt. Kind of a soul-crushing thing seeing someone that was always so lively (and annoying, of course), but then become suddenly so fragile. Their edge stitched together by gaudy band-aids and that stupid smile. It was like seeing the sun go out and Kazume wasn't used to feeling cold, but he did right then.
It almost made him feel bad for yelling at the little bastard. Almost...
The red-head focused on the room around them, the little tasks that Mika gave him, Mika himself. Anything that didn't require looking at Jon and contemplating uselessly dumb things that were too late to rectify. He followed Mika with a skeptical expression as the other boy disappeared beyond a drawn privacy curtain. What exactly was he up to behind there even? He didn't want to pry, as that might suggest he cared, but he couldn't ignore the fact that the other looked worse for wear.
Only then did he process Jon's question with a deadpanned response, silence dragging as he contemplated what to do. It was an awkward moment and he was thankful when the other finally spoke up again. He certainly wasn't expecting it then, and it didn't help lightening his guilt for yelling in the first place, but at least it got through to him (apparently).
"I shouldn't have yelled." He said simply then, processing the words with a frown. "I'm a fucking hypocrite. Not like I wouldn't have done the same, but you have family and friends. Shouldn't be so reckless with that."
Did that really make a difference? Likely not but it did to him. "Truthfully, I got knocked out. I didn't do a goddamn thing. I'm angry because if I was useful, maybe I would have been there to help you, but I wasn't. I don't have many friends so... quit being fucking stupid and at least fucking take me with you when you go off to die like an imbecile." He paused then with a snort, shaking his head. Figuring it was all really dumb in the end.
"Black- by the way, my panties- like my soul." He said with a simple shrug. "Got little hearts on them." He added with a snicker, eyes drawn back to the sheet where Mika had disappeared to. He thought he had heard a noise, but he couldn't be sure.
"He said to wait..." He responded to that, partially suspicious of Jon, before nudging the trashcan over to him. With a sigh, he gave Jon a look that said 'If you so much as move from that spot I will throw you out the window myself' and then moved over to the curtain.
Kaz paused right before the curtain, hesitant and for some reason he felt like he was invading the other's space, prying in on something private though that didn't make any sense. What if he was changing? Why would he be doing that? Something felt wrong then and nothing to do with his sudden apparent shyness, but something really wrong. A stillness in the air he couldn't quite understand. He pushed through the curtain, "Mika? I'm sor-"
Mika was lying down- still, unresponsive, a contortion of pain across his facial features. "Mika?" Kaz whispered, a little thrown off guard, worry seeping into every ounce of his being, "Mika?! What the fuck... Shit. Shit shit shit." His skin was cold, paler than usual, pale in a way reminiscent only in death. Kazume was by no means a healer, quite the opposite actually. "Fuck. What the actual fuck is happening? Please, wake up." Shaking him probably wasn't helping. Panic didn't come naturally to him.
This is what happens. It's what always fucking happens. Why did this keep fucking happening to him?
Get up, go find help, quit being fucking useless.
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PLAYED BY Ramune
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quirk ☠!Potion Factory!☠
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Post by Mikaku Dokumi on Sept 8, 2019 0:53:28 GMT
“Ok~ Oh yeah your file said something about painkillers, I’ll find them after we seal your cuts up cos one of the chemicals in it thins out your blood and don’t want you spluring more stuff we are trying to put back into your body all over the place, hahaha~”
Mikaku nodded as he listened, smiling a little at the joke Jon managed to squeeze out even in this situation. He could understand the sentiment, he did it himself even at the worst of times. It was just...habit.
“Ah. Explains the blood bath. Riiight~ So Naginata wounds huh? Understood! No probs, I’ll give you a proper check over in a bit, as it seems you aren’t like bleeding out major right now which is good.”
He was a little glad he had studied up basics on the top 10 villains, for situations like this. He had remembered thinking he’d never need the information as they were too small of fish to ever face such big boys, but well, he guessed he was wrong! He could hear the two starting to talk between each other as he went to lay down and was a little glad.
Mikaku only noticed he was being spoken to the second time Kazume called out to him, starting to shake him rather violently. He had been concentrating on staying quiet and simply riding it out until his quirk kicked in, which was in fact starting right now as he opened his glowing magenta eyes, his heart starting to gradually speed up, warmth starting to creep out from the core of his being to the surface. He still felt a little chilly, but as far as he was concerned, things were going well.
Oh.
Kazume looked really...worried.
Oh...was he...worried about ...me?
In his mild delirium, he gazed at the redhead’s panicked face for a few moments, a faint smile playing on his lips.
Maybe he was a bit of a sadist, but Kazume looked really cute when he had such a worried look on his face. Who knew the other cared about him this much? He knew the other and Jon were good friends from the way they talked to eachother online and in school, but he was a little touched that what both of them were sort of trying to write off as nothing was maybe a little deeper than a high school fling thing.
Or maybe Kazume was just a half decent person unlike himself and really cared about people around him.
Either way, it was really adorable, and slightly unexpected.
“Ssshhhh… I’m fine… relax. It’s okay.”
He said softly in a voice barely above a whisper as his arms suddenly shot up to wrap around Kazume’s neck and pulled him into a hug, managing to take the other by surprise and making him fall onto Mikaku’s chest.
“Mmm… stay like this for a bit though, it feels nice.”
The support student added as he moved a hand to stroke through the other male’s hair, in truth he couldn’t move for at least a good few more moments, (unless he wanted to fall flat on his face) but well no one needed to know that. He could feel his heart rate going back to normal, beating steadily in his chest as colour started to return to his face, the pain in his throat fading as if it was just an illusion.
“Kazucchi was so worried about me he came to check?”
He asked after a few more moments, a playful grin starting to spread on his lips as he pressed a kiss on the top of Kazume’s head. He felt a bit bad, he really must have scared the other teen.
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quirk Heavy Metal
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Post by Jon Lafayette on Sept 14, 2019 17:34:10 GMT
They might have had some painkillers somewhere in their tangled gear, tucked inside one of the pouches but those little blister packets had a habit of being crushed with their metal. And the few regulated ones Jon kept on them weren’t anything stronger one could get at a convenience store. They were going to need something a lot more potent and while this wasn’t the worse migraine they’d had, they were already 110% done with it. It sucked on it’s own but having others, friends, people Jon trusted see them in such a sorry excuse of a state, felt worse. Bad enough Isamu had to sit there, but having Kaz catch them with their guard down made the tightness in their chest slink back.
Kaz, strong and upfront, never one to cowl his emotions, fiery and poignant even if he was calling you names to your face. Jon admired it all, it was what drew them in the first place. He was more than his blustering fire and anger and he absolutely appreciated their sense of humor because they were totally hilarious, no matter what he said. How else could they have bonded over trolling classmates on the school chats. How they hadn’t been banned yet was a mystery. Jon was never one for embarrassment, even as a child they lacked the tact and shame so when it surfaced, it was as foreign as an unknown language. Something they couldn’t put a name to the brief stutter of heat creeping up their neck, the ache in the pit of their stomach that had nothing to do with their injuries. They spent their life fighting to prove they weren’t the small, broken kid they were always seen as.
As decent as they pretended to play it off with Cure, her words were going to stick with them for a long time. She might as well have been a puppet of their youth, word vomiting everything they lived through, same questions masked with fake concern. Think of family, friends, dying. Everyone eventually died. Jon almost died as a child and maybe in that alleyway, but they didn’t, the miasma of pain made sure they wouldn’t forget that anytime soon.
They appreciated Mika’s straightforward and easy going presence, they spent years having medical staff talk down to them and Mika was a damn champ at not doing that. Jon wasn’t sure when they stopped counting, but they found themselves no longer tottering on the edge of the fight and flight instinct. Still didn’t want to be there, no matter how much good it was for them. They met his gaze for a moment, eyes a soft pink, not like the cold, candy sweetness of Psycho Cure and offered a crooked grin. “I’m too tired to make an innuendo joke, so this is me not making it.”
Naginata, right, who even had things like that? “It was shaped like a giant scalpel.” That was one for the nightmares and they could do without it. Like nurse crazy pants was everything they hated in one go. But hey, they weren’t bleeding to death even if they did feel like they’d been fileted. “You’re the doc,” they muttered after his departure.
Jon stared blankly at their friend, already slow on the take as their brain tried to process Kaz not yelling at them. They managed the basics of a confused look, brow scrunching as the last line of data corrupted and didn’t make a lick of sense. Didn’t have loved ones, their glorious ass. “What am I, chopped liver?”
The third year was both extremely perceptive and dumb as a bag of rocks and when the two butted heads, it came out all wrong. There was the instinct to jump to his defense because of course it wasn’t his fault but knew it wouldn’t be taken that way. Getting the emotion out was a struggle and they did what they always did best. “Turned her overcompensation into nothin’ but rust, so haha.” They coughed, winced, holding their left side uselessly and croaked out a, “I win.”
“My own family couldn’t contain me, so I dunno, Kaz my man.” They dawdled in between breaths, sounding more and more drained, stubbornly persistent. “That’s a full time babysitting job with no benefits. Think you’re up to the challenge?”
Kaz’s willingness to entertain them did not go unappreciated and people said he didn’t have a sense of humor. They pressed a hand to their chest, jostling the IV line and closed their eyes at the little hearts. “Hang on, I need a moment to imagine that.” They sighed. “Nice.”
They lofted a hand, palm outward in a gesture of good faith and to ward off the completely underserved daggers he was throwing at them as if he could read their mind. “My butt’s here.” They patted the bed beside them and glanced at the bag hanging from a nearby pole and noted how much blood was still in there. A lot. They’d be here forever. “Go dude, seriously.”
Finally, he conceded and Jon was left alone. Not alone, alone but alone enough to scrub at their face and gather themselves. In the quietness, they caught faint whispers, nothing that they could make out and figured the two could use a little time on their own. There was a squeak of a mattress and wow, maybe they didn’t need to be third wheeling it here. It was only polite to give them space.
Slowly, oh so slowly, they leaned over for their quiver propped against the side of the bed. Their harness and belt had been tossed along side it, but they weren’t after that. Red tinted fingers pressed along the bottom edge to press a button cycling the tubes that held a fraction of their metallic orbs. Good thing the fight had ended like it did, Jon figured they had more but after seeing the amount left made them sigh. The metal they’d smeared on their hand to their shirt was already starting to rust and flake off, holding a diminutive of leftover intent. Tomorrow after sleep and a shower, they’d head back to the alley to get rid of the attacks they’d left beside.
Grabbing the orb they’d been looking for, Jon sat back with a sigh. That took a lot more energy then expected and exhaustion was creeping in again. Their right thigh was starting to ache uncomfortably and they’d have to take off their prosthetic eventually. The swelling was going to be an absolute bitch. Never mind the weird flashes of pain in parts of their leg that didn’t exist anymore. Their nonexistent ankle felt like it was sprained and their knee had a weird twinge in it.
With a determined, slow inhale, Jon stood, using the bed for support and reached for the IV bag, finding it just out of their grasp from where it hung. “Fucking heightism,” they grumbled, stretching precariously upwards on an unsteady tiptoe.
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