[He's not really expecting the sudden arm through the door, so he is successfully snatched and pulled in, although not without a small shout of surprise.]
I was expecting more of a hand through the door or something, you know.
[In any case, it's probably best not to spill everything all over the floor, so he opens the kit on a table, displaying its contents.]
I think it'd be best if I started out by asking what you know, though. I assume you've probably taken care of small scratches or splinters before, right?
[He nods as he picks up a package of wound dressing and a roll of bandages. They may or may not be Schrodinger's medical supplies.]
Alright, we can probably start off on how to handle more severe cuts, then. How about we do this as a demonstration though, and I'll talk through the steps as we go through them?
I think that would work. [ She nods in response, hand resting under her chin deep in thought. ] It shouldn't be too much of a problem for me to memorize it, though.
I don't doubt you can. I mean, you were pretty studious with all the cat books too. [Good times... that ended up being kind of awkward but hm. ....Okay, maybe it's better not to dwell on that.] But alright, let's take a seat and get started. Can you lend me your arm?
Atsushi... right? I get why it was a secret now, but I was pretty confused back then, even if it did seem like something serious.
[There's a nod at the arm and he takes it in his left, using his right hand to press a wad of dressing firmly against her forearm. As he goes through the motions of securing the dressing with bandages, he narrates through the steps. When he's done, there's a fairly neat, if bulky bundle around her arm, held in place with a safety pin.]
Yeah. I didn't want to get you- [...] To get the Jorogumo involved, since I didn't want to somehow out you to the rest of the others.
[ She does manage to get that out rather calmly, though and listens to Reans instructions, nodding every now and again to make sure that she's got it. ]
[He was just about ready to remove the bandages and dressing from Inaba's arm when he hears that. His eyes go directly from the wrappings to Inaba's face, with a clear expression of surprise.]
...Oh. I... didn't realize you were looking out for me like that.
[ She's quiet; almost contemplative for a second or two, as if trying to figure out what she could say, flashes of guilt tracing across her features for a second there. ]
I should have been able to do something to interfere. But I was-- am weak. I could only watch. I could only do the bare minimum of things. [ And she sighs. ] By the way, was what you did back then. . . that 'trump card' of yours that you were talking about?
[There's a sympathetic look directed her way as he sees the emotions flicker through her face. Being completely helpless to do anything but watch is a feeling that's all too familiar to him by now and as he opens his mouth a little to interject, but he falters the instant that question comes up. His expression shifts to something more troubled, averting his eyes to look at her bandaged arm.]
...Right. [There was that message from Inaba that Cinque had relayed, after all. And given that he explicitly stated it at the meeting, along with regaining the memories that they'd lost, it probably shouldn't be that hard to talk it. Still, he hesitates.]
I... [...] You remember when we were playing Never Have I Ever, right?
I don't think I really need to tell you, but this was what I was referring to back when you were asking about supernatural powers.
[He sighs a little and places a hand on his chest, right over his heart.]
...It's something I've had since I was a kid. I don't know where it came from or why I have it, but using it gives me strength and speed beyond that of a normal person -- likened to the 'power of an ogre'. You... can probably guess why that's a bad combination when I mentioned that I can't fully control it.
[ She does listen to him throughout the entirety of this conversation, however, definitely a little contemplative as she hums a little bit to herself. ]
It's possible that if you had it since you were that young, you might have been born with it? But you said you had it since you were younger, and I hate asking this, but. Did you kill someone with it before--?
[ "Before all of this", she seems to imply, but not say aloud. ]
[He freezes up at that, closing his eyes as the faces of his family, friends and acquaintances flash through his mind. ...He wonders what they would think of him now.]
...Yeah, although not until I started working for the Foundation. [...] It was my squad commander at the time. Things were only getting worse, so I used it. And by the time I came back to my senses, it was already too late.
[ That sounds. . . bad? She listens to him carefully as she shuts her eyes closed and lets out a heavy breath before opening them once again, her gaze steely and serious. ]
I see. You must carry a lot of guilt about that. I'm sorry.
Haha... [The laughter is weak and self-derisive.] I appreciate the thought, but you really don't need to say that. He's the one who paid the price, all because I was too weak to do anything about it.
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Date: 2018-12-31 10:46 pm (UTC)I was expecting more of a hand through the door or something, you know.
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Date: 2018-12-31 11:01 pm (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2018-12-31 11:10 pm (UTC)[He raises the ghost first aid kit he has in his hand.]
You ready to get started?
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Date: 2018-12-31 11:42 pm (UTC)[ She looks a little genuinely apologetic before nodding. ]
Yeah, I should be ready.
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Date: 2019-01-01 04:12 am (UTC)[In any case, it's probably best not to spill everything all over the floor, so he opens the kit on a table, displaying its contents.]
I think it'd be best if I started out by asking what you know, though. I assume you've probably taken care of small scratches or splinters before, right?
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Date: 2019-01-01 04:46 am (UTC)Basically anything that I didn't have to go to a hospital and required the smaller bandages, yeah. Nothing really extensive, though.
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Date: 2019-01-01 05:47 am (UTC)Alright, we can probably start off on how to handle more severe cuts, then. How about we do this as a demonstration though, and I'll talk through the steps as we go through them?
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Date: 2019-01-01 05:55 am (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2019-01-01 06:18 am (UTC)[He puts a hand out in front of him, palm up.]
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Date: 2019-01-01 06:23 am (UTC)That's because. . .
[ She quietly trails off a little bit before taking a seat on one of the chairs before putting her left (nondominant) arm out for him. ]
That should be fine, right?
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Date: 2019-01-01 07:32 am (UTC)[There's a nod at the arm and he takes it in his left, using his right hand to press a wad of dressing firmly against her forearm. As he goes through the motions of securing the dressing with bandages, he narrates through the steps. When he's done, there's a fairly neat, if bulky bundle around her arm, held in place with a safety pin.]
There. I didn't make it too tight, did I?
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Date: 2019-01-01 07:57 am (UTC)[ She does manage to get that out rather calmly, though and listens to Reans instructions, nodding every now and again to make sure that she's got it. ]
No, it's fine. It's not that tight at all.
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Date: 2019-01-01 08:35 am (UTC)...Oh. I... didn't realize you were looking out for me like that.
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Date: 2019-01-01 09:03 am (UTC)[ She finds herself flushing, looking a little embarrassed as her gaze drops a little to hide that, keeping her voice even. ]
It's not as if that changed the outcome for anything.
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Date: 2019-01-01 09:55 am (UTC)That was because of my own carelessness though. I'm glad you didn't try to step in, too. It was dangerous enough as is.
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Date: 2019-01-01 04:13 pm (UTC)[ She's quiet; almost contemplative for a second or two, as if trying to figure out what she could say, flashes of guilt tracing across her features for a second there. ]
I should have been able to do something to interfere. But I was-- am weak. I could only watch. I could only do the bare minimum of things. [ And she sighs. ] By the way, was what you did back then. . . that 'trump card' of yours that you were talking about?
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Date: 2019-01-01 10:27 pm (UTC)You saw that too, huh. ...Yeah, it was.
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Date: 2019-01-01 10:51 pm (UTC)[ There's no emotion in her tone and her expression seems to falter for a moment before she tries to force herself to steel her emotions. ]
Do you want to talk about it?
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Date: 2019-01-02 12:27 am (UTC)I... [...] You remember when we were playing Never Have I Ever, right?
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Date: 2019-01-02 12:38 am (UTC)I do. What about it?
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Date: 2019-01-02 07:20 am (UTC)[He sighs a little and places a hand on his chest, right over his heart.]
...It's something I've had since I was a kid. I don't know where it came from or why I have it, but using it gives me strength and speed beyond that of a normal person -- likened to the 'power of an ogre'. You... can probably guess why that's a bad combination when I mentioned that I can't fully control it.
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Date: 2019-01-02 07:39 am (UTC)[ She does listen to him throughout the entirety of this conversation, however, definitely a little contemplative as she hums a little bit to herself. ]
It's possible that if you had it since you were that young, you might have been born with it? But you said you had it since you were younger, and I hate asking this, but. Did you kill someone with it before--?
[ "Before all of this", she seems to imply, but not say aloud. ]
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Date: 2019-01-02 09:02 am (UTC)...Yeah, although not until I started working for the Foundation. [...] It was my squad commander at the time. Things were only getting worse, so I used it. And by the time I came back to my senses, it was already too late.
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Date: 2019-01-02 05:40 pm (UTC)I see. You must carry a lot of guilt about that. I'm sorry.
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Date: 2019-01-02 11:52 pm (UTC)(no subject)
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