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? ]

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[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?

[argents]

We can go when I'm out of here. I probably won't have to stay that long, when I just have stitches.

[ He hopes. ]

And anyway, moving them all while it's still winter means there's less to damage, right?

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[vetala]

That would be more convenient, yes. However, considering it is winter, we should probably set up and clear the other roof before the move. Even if it wasn't winter, that would be the most convenient.

[argents]

Oh, yeah. Once we do, there's verandas we can take from the roof of Posies, to keep all the snow from piling up again. They're light! I think she made them out of PVC.

[vetala]

It's a good material to make basic structures out of. My greenhouse is made of wood, but I also had help building it, so it didn't seem like too much work once I did it.

[She pulls out her phone to show off a few grainy photos of a shed-sized glass house filled with herbs and carnivorous plants, because Kanti never misses an opportunity to brag about gardening.]

But if the flowers are hardy, an open set up should be fine.

[argents]

I thought maybe the snow would make them collapse, but they're really sturdy.

[ It's an offhanded comment as he takes the phone to look, similarly impressed. What she had going looked so legit. ]

So are the flowers. The whole thing got started late, so we had surviving the winter in mind.

[vetala]

PVC usually bends before it breaks.

[She takes her phone and pockets it whenever he decides to hand it back.]

Why did you start it so late anyway?

[argents]

After we talked about it, the mine trip happened. The first one, with the "Sage".

[ "Sage" because, well. ]

It doesn't seem like it's ever slowed down since then, does it?

[ Basically, real life is hard when you're suddenly inducted into some crazy underground magic cabal. ]

[vetala]

Ah, yes... The Sage. [The amount of derisiveness in her voice is honestly amazing.]

I wasn't around for that, but... I think you're right.

[argents]

[ It is, and he can nearly feel it. Pretty impressive. ]

It doesn't leave a lot of time for anything else, nevermind school, and work. Even now, I don't want to just sit here.

[vetala]

[She chuckles a bit sheepishly at the mention of work, cringing internally.] I'm almost surprised I've managed to even keep up with my job, considering how much I missed after the second mine fiasco. I was sick for weeks afterwards.

Anyway, once me move it, I should be able to manage a few visits every once in a while to make sure that everything is going fine, so long as I can gain access to the roof.