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[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!)

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[ex_elude798]

[Although he sees Banagher looking for something, Suzaku isn't sure what it is. So he stands there, shifts his weight, and steals a glance toward the door. No nurses just yet, fortunately.

And no added visitors. Banagher's had quite a few, judging from the noise he's heard this last while. Not being spotted would work best for him at this point]

A soldier's responsible for others. Think there's just one other guy in my position.

[argents]

I feel like people in general ought to be like that. Responsible for one another.

[ Which he sounds like he wholeheartedly believes, rather than just shooting off idle rhetoric. But he leaves it at that, because despite his stubborn streak, he's not really in the best state to argue the point. It was just one degree of what Suzaku had been talking about anyway. Rather, he stop his searching and glances up. ]

How long have you been in here, anyway?

[ex_elude798]

[The question prompts Suzaku's attention back to Banagher. He's still listening for footsteps, as though anyone can reasonably get in his way. Hopefully no one would, but he'd rather not be bothered with the off chance someone would try and usher him back into that bed.

His half-brother had on more than one occasion]

About two weeks now. Doubt staying here's doing me any good past this point.

[Which is to say he's booking it, pilot buddy]

[argents]

[ Oh, ew. His expression twists. ]

I've only been here a day and — ...wait, can you just leave like that?

[ Another unspoken question exists: 'Should you?', given that being in the hospital for a week pointed to things way more serious than what he was dealing with. Then again, five Blood Keys against one... it does make him stop to consider, albeit silently.

So have fun being judged. Just a little. ]

[ex_elude798]

[He's used to being judged. Either his performance is evaluated by his superiors, or his attitude by darn near everyone else. To that end, he pays it no mind whatsoever]

I'm an adult, and my godfather isn't here. Besides, I doubt he'd be any more inclined to linger.

[In fact, he's quite sure Tony would've called him and Ania to pick him up on day one]

[argents]

[ It's less the attitude and more... ]

To be in here for two weeks, you must've been pretty hurt, right?

[ex_elude798]

Something like that.

[He was half-sure he was a goner, but he's not about to tell Banagher that]

[argents]

[ Wow, because that's not suspicious. ]

[argents]

[ (DON'T THINK YOU'RE GETTING AWAY WITH THAT JS THERE'S JUST OTHER MATTERS AT HAND RIGHT NOW. WE WILL DISCUSS THIS LATER.) ]

I've only been here a day and already I — [ another subtle pinch, why didn't anyone tell him getting shot hurt so much, gosh ] ...don't want to be here, either. I can't imagine two weeks.

[ex_elude798]

It's boring as hell.

[To put it bluntly. And that's Suzaku's default way of putting things]

I've healed up enough that I shouldn't risk popping stitches.

[That's reassuring, no?]

[argents]

[ Chewing over that for a second, he sets his expression, despite his own stitches being raw and new. Even if he's having to move gingerly, he's getting up. ]

I can't wait for that. There's something I have to figure out, and it won't work here.

[ What a good influence you are. ]

[ex_elude798]

[Suzaku is the best influence. Maybe that's why he gets along best with small children]

Fair enough. The nurses won't hit that corridor for about five minutes.

[This is what happens when Suzaku has serious time on his hands]

[argents]

[ While the pain meds have done most of the dirty work in keeping his nerves subdued, moving around and gathering up normal clothes has made him very suddenly aware of just what'd happened. Enough to give him a pause to try and steel it away. ]

...You've been timing them?

[ Why is he... not all that surprised. ]

[ex_elude798]

I've had a lot of free time.

[Suzaku's attention is back on the door, on the chance that someone might wander by. So far there aren't any signs of that, but one never knows]

[argents]

No wonder. Give me a minute.

[ There's some shuffling as he hurries as much as he's able to wriggle into the change of clothes Audrey brought him. A pause overtakes him as he realizes they're brand new, but the distraction ends there. (nts: text her) He digs the sling up from his bedside with the intent to not rip his fresh stitches, and to slip the laser sword he'd had on him the night before under the flat of his arm.

Finally, he tops it off by throwing his jacket around his shoulders, since he can't exactly wear it normally. ]

...Okay, that's everything.

[ex_elude798]

[For his part, Suzaku's managed to wait while Banagher got ready, attention fixed on the door. Still quiet, and chances are there won't be anybody to run into. Well, with any luck anyhow.

Neither of them seems especially lucky though...]

Stairs'd be less busy than the elevators.

[And that being said, he's headed out the door]

[argents]

[ For a moment, he almost hesitates. No matter what he did, consequences were going to dog his footsteps. So he might as well move while he has the chance, even if his head sort of swims. Still, he follows. ]

Then we'll take those. ...If you know where they are.

[ex_elude798]

Wouldn't suggest it if I didn't.

[Suzaku's steps are decisive enough to back up the statement, at any rate. He turns a sharp right and keeps walking, attention fixed on the path ahead]

Been here before, although it wasn't for me.

[argents]

[ Trailing behind him naturally enough, he pushes the brief strand of irresponsibility he feels to the back of his mind. It manifests as a simple tug of his jacket over his disabled arm. ]

I've never been in here before. Just to a clinic, when I was little. It's overwhelming.

[ Or maybe it was a combination of factors that was overwhelming, but right now, it's the white walls and antiseptic-smell that's getting to him. ]

[ex_elude798]

Isn't everything, nowadays?

[Both of them, and people like them, are dealing with things they've only heard of in fiction]

Can't say I like being idle though.

[argents]

Nothing about our lives is very idle anymore, anyway. Even if you were okay with that, we wouldn't have the choice.

[ It all boils down to the same thing. No breathing room. Some were just better equipped. Taking a breath, he glances about. Coast was still clear. ]

[ex_elude798]

That's true. Part of why I don't get people trying to hide from it.

[He can sort of imagine, but not really relate.

When he reaches a set of doors at the end of the hall, he casts a glance around before pushing them open]

Yep, stairs.

[argents]

I understand it. People run from scary things, no matter how inevitable they are. Just seeming that way is enough.

[ Banagher pauses in the doorway, his own rhetoric sort of fading out as he does so. Without more ado than that, he goes for the descent. ]

This was a lot less exciting than I thought.

[ex_elude798]

Did you want to wrestle with a security guard or something?

[Suzaku eases the door shut behind him before starting down the stairs]

[argents]

Our lives are enough like a movie to where I just expect it! I don't want to though... I don't even think I could.

[ Leading the way down takes some concentration on his part. He'd requested for his pain meds to be kept at a low dosage, but now that he's up and moving, it was revealing itself to be the dumb decision frosting on this dumb decision cake. ]