007 — handwritten & open action.

[argents]

Who: Banagher Links (argents) & you!
When: January 8th, throughout the day.
Where: LCU hospital
What: Protagonists gonna protag. Banagher followed his destiny, chased a princess, and got shot up by a Blood Key for his trouble. Newtype hax means he's now rotting in the hospital, going stir-crazy. Little does he know he's not the only one of his trope in this situation.

( HANDWRITTEN )

Got mixed up in something, at the hospital. Need a change of clothes / phone charger.

( ACTION, OPEN )

[ So he may feel a little stupid, sending out what amounted to an SOS. But he can only stare at the pale interior of his hospital room for so long.

Because he's only been here a day, and he's heard it a thousand times. Luck, luck, luck. It's beginning to get so old that he almost wants to say, no, it wasn't just dumb luck. But then again, he's not entirely sure he believes that either. Taking a bullet and living was a humbling experience. Taking a bullet and having it miss bone, miss his brachial artery... maybe he ought to start believing in miracles a little more, once it sinks it.

Not to say that miracles didn't hurt like hell.

In the end, it's all he can do to stifle his own focus on what landed him here, along with the pain that's still coursing through all his muscles. Sweeping beneath bruised skin, and delving into the bone. Frowning and setting his head back, he looks up at precisely nothing.

That'd really gone terribly, hadn't it? ]

(ooc. feel free to put the time in the subject for action!)

Comments

[argents]

I meant it when I said I was sorry. But I'm not going to do nothing.

[seabeast]

[ B(!!! not good enough, lad. ]

what worth be your friend

[argents]

[ YOUR STANDARDS ARE JUST TOO HIGH ]

Worth? I don't

[ pause ]

look at it that way. She's my friend. If she's in trouble, I'm not going to watch something happen to her.

I wouldn't be able to live with myself like that.

[seabeast]

[ ... hm. ]

what be her name
whats she look like

[argents]

[ ... ]

Elizabeth. Tall, pink hair

Wait, why?

[seabeast]

if someone else be under me watch id best know what for about them now shouldnt i

[argents]

Under your watch...?

[seabeast]

yes

what does that need explainin

[argents]

No! No. It's just surprising.

[seabeast]

ye cant keep yourself to yourself unless she be safe
so
that be me concern now
naught surprisin about it

[argents]

That's not fair to you though, is it? I screwed up.

[seabeast]

fair
lad
i chose this
and it be my way to keep up with me responsibilitys
taint your choice no more
if ye make a mistake i help ye fix it
aint no more than that

[argents]

I don't think I can fix what I did. But she's alive, and... that's what I wanted.

Thanks, Stella.

[seabeast]

[ ... Well, now that's just made Stella curious. What could he do that wasn't easily fixed? Was it himself? That was what he was it the hospital for, wasn't it? ]

keep yourself safe
that be the only thanks i need

[argents]

I'll try, from now on. Sorry that I worried you.

[seabeast]

[ B( You'd better be. She's a little more delicate than that tho. ]>

tis a matter of life with ye methinks
apology accepted tho