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

[vetala]

I believe so, yes. Hospitals are not unlike greenhouses in that they are carefully maintained environments.

Have you considered doing it sometime later?

[argents]

Speaking of greenhouses, I might need your help with something. If that's okay.

And yeah, I did. I don't want to leave though. I've never "forgotten" before.

[vetala]

If it's anything to do with plants, I'd love to help. I'm on the bus now, so we can talk about it in person in a few.

As for forgetting... It's hard to explain. I guess it would be easily compared to being a little more stress-free than I am now.

[argents]

Yeah, it does. I can tell you more when you get here, but you were the first one I thought to ask.

A vacation in more way than one, huh?

Action??

[vetala]

Well, I'm a close to the hospital, so we should be able to talk about it soon. Everything, I mean. But mostly plants, I suppose?

[~*~Botany~*~]

action

[argents]

[ To that, he'd scribbled a wildly unintelligible version of what was supposed to pass for Okay, see you soon. Given that, he's opted to retire the notebook for the meantime, realizing how useful both arms were while trying to write. So when Kanti finally gets there, he's grateful for the break in the boredom.

Watching the inside of the hospital room had long since lost its charm. All few seconds of it. ]

Hey, now I can say 'welcome back' in person, right?

Action;

[vetala]

[Kanti comes in and shuts the door behind her as quietly as possible, then plants herself in one of the hospital chairs. It is, like all hospital chairs, notoriously uncomfortable.]

If you'd like to. I certainly wouldn't say no. You look much more okay than I was expecting.

[argents]

I told you I wasn't being vague! I lost a lot of blood. [ THE PERFECT THING TO ADMIT, RIGHT? RIGHT. ] But other than that...

[ He'd shrug, but that was incredibly ill-advised and almost impossible, with his arm confined to a sling from where they sewed up the bullet hole in his shoulder. ]

...I just needed stitches.

[vetala]

You didn't explain how you lost it though. [She says it with a smile, clearly good-natured and teasing him.] Are you going to tell me? It's fine if you don't.

[She rummages in her oversized bag until she finds two cables and an adapter.] All I have is one fore a mini USB and one for an iPhone. Unless someone already brought you a charger?

[argents]

Gunshot. It missed everything important... arteries, bone. [ Except the obvious. ] Thunder doesn't mess around, that's for sure.

[ He shifts at the rummaging, pointing at an outlet, if she'd be so kind. ]

They did, but I didn't keep any of them. And this place is a black hole for signal. So, thanks.

[vetala]

Neither do the Blood Keys. It explains why people think they're working together. I'm surprised they were able to find that many ruthless people in this city.

[Kanti plugs the usb into the adapter and then the adapter into the wall, handing Banagher the other end of the cable so he can plug his own phone in.]

Feel free to keep this one for now. I have a ridiculous amount of them, since I kept losing them and buying news ones, then finding the old ones.

[argents]

I wonder if they were really all that ruthless to begin with, but... I guess there's always room to be surprised at this kind of stuff.

[ Banagher accepts it with an offhanded 'thanks', placing his phone on the nearby fold-out tray to finally charge for more than a few minutes at a time. ]

Anyway, I did have a favor to ask.

[vetala]

No one who tries to attack me with a pipe can be that good of a person. [She sounds little bitter, but at least she didn't put her foot in her mouth by mentioning she almost cut one of them in half.]

And yes, you did. I'm all ears and I promise to do what I can.

[argents]

[ He has the grace to wince at the shot — they were both lucky, and he has to tell himself to not forget that. So he looks away and just gets on with it, sticking to the point. ]

I need help moving a garden.

[vetala]

[Her eyes widen at the prospect, but she smiles a little eagerly nonetheless. Banagher has told her about the garden before, but she's never really seen it. Even if they're moving it, she imagines it must be an interesting one. Plus, it isn't as if she's a stranger to manual labor.]

Of course. How big and with what kind of plants?

[It all depends on what he's raising. Some things need certain environments after all.]

[argents]

It takes up a rooftop on one of the buildings by LCU, a place with a tea parlor downstairs. Posies.

[ ...Right, he had the use of his phone now. Reaching for it, he takes a moment to pull up a few pictures before handing it over. It's still a fairly young-looking garden, rows and rows of herbs, squares of grass, many potted flowers. Bellflowers, snapdragons, pansies. Stuff that could make it through the winter. ]

It used to belong to another numbered.

[vetala]

[Kanti takes the phone from him carefully and scrolls through the photos. It's a young garden, but it's pretty and it has a lot of potential. She doesn't get to see friends of hers with things like these often, and it makes her smile a bit.]

It's very nice.

[She looks up and hands his phone back, frowning slightly at his comment.]

What happened to them?

[argents]

She moved.

[ Not an uncommon occurrence, but it's no less difficult for the frequency. ]

Her grandmother owns the building, but I don't want to give her the responsibility of taking care of it, when it was something we started.

[vetala]

[Kanti sort of blanks out a bit, knowing that this is a point where she should offer comfort. But Banagher isn't Karson, and Karson is about all she knows how to deal with. So she just.. awkwardly pats his hand and pulls away.]

I'm sorry to hear that.

Where were you thinking of moving it?

[argents]

[ He smiles without any further offer to get into it, for both their sakes. Shifting, he places the phone back down. ]

Well, that's part of the problem. I want to keep it, but finding the space...

[vetala]

[Kanti is thankful for the lack of elaboration, focusing most of her effort in considering what to do for a bit.]

I suppose I have enough space in my backyard to keep some of these, but only half at most. We'd have to find somewhere else to keep the other half. That is... if you don't mind having it split up.

[Considering the amount of effort and love that Kanti puts into her plants, she could understand if he didn't want them all separated.]

[argents]

I don't think I could ask you to take care of it! Or... half of it, even.

[ Precisely because of that effort — it was a lot of work. ]

My building has an okay roof, but I haven't been up there in years, so it could look awful, for all I know...

[vetala]

Ah, I see. So you'd like me to help you move it up there when you get better? [She considers it for a moment, then nods. That sounds way better than her idea, especially since it means she won't have to get rid of any of her own plants.]

I could do that. Do you want me to check the roof too, or would that be weird?

[argents]

[ His expression clears a considerable amount. ]

We tried blood soup together, I think we're a little past the point of "weird".

[vetala]

[She laughs a little, which is a rare sound coming from her. so much so that it actually surprises her for a moment.]

Hmmm... Well, I suppose you do have a point there. Do you want to go up there together when you're better or should I just go when I leave?