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sirenspull_logs2012-08-02 06:56 am
retraced) wrote in sirenspull_logs2012-08-02 06:56 am
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a wound like this isn't enough to kill me
Who: Gilbert Nightray, Oz Vessalius, Ahiru
When: Backdated to after the raid on the hunting grounds
Where: Gil's bedroom
Summary: Fake-canon updating is painful.
Warnings: Spoilers for recent Pandora Hearts chapters, graphic descriptions of blood/injury
Gilbert Nightray has been cut down before. He's no stranger to the sight of his own blood. For as weak of a personality as he's always had, his stamina has always been on par with that of Pandora's strongest fighters, even when he was still a child and he'd stepped in front of his master's blade to take, what should have been, a fatal blow in order to keep him from making an even bigger mistake.
The wound had bled, infected, but quickly healed into an ugly reminder of his pathetic failure to protect Oz down the front of his chest. He'd been poisoned later, and though he'd been close to death, he'd recovered. The Cheshire Cat had sliced him through with his claws just before pushing him back into his realm of Alice's hidden memories, and though he'd had trouble, he still healed quick enough to return to his master's side once again.
Break had told him...and then later, Vincent as well, that he'd once been carried through the Abyss, a child half-dead in, what he assumes, could only have been another failed attempt to protect what was most important to him. And no matter what lies Vincent has told him, he knows the truth. He remembers that warm feeling that Jack had given him, that feeling that he had a place to 'belong', something to protect, someone who needed him. He remembers...
He remembers this warm feeling of blood and pain erupting in his chest as the bullet hits its mark.
As soon as he collapses, pain shoots through his head as well. It's familiar, and familiarity is painful. The rest of the fight is chaotic enough that no one notices Gil crawl his way over to hide himself behind a bunch of bushes, hands shaking as he attempts to pull his cravat off and use that to staunch the bleeding. But the more time goes on, the more that he's sure that he must be bleeding out and getting to the point where he should maybe call for help, he...doesn't get worse. He's still bleeding, yes, but he's not feeling the symptoms of blood loss either. For a long while, the sound of fire and fighting turning to white noise in his head, he simply stares down at the wound as though he's expecting it to get worse.
Eventually his breathing evens out, the pain starts to dull, and he finds himself coming to his feet and...simply walking away.
The police and ambulances have enough to deal with that one more bloodied man escapes their attention. Others were injured far worse, and he's not asking for help. He's just trying to get home and keep whatever lost memory trying to surface in his head from actually becoming clear. It hurts too much; much worse than the wound in his chest.
He can't just walk in the front door like this, so he pulls a maneuver that he used on his brother only a few months prior when he was still here. He climbs up the side of the house and pulls himself through his own bedroom window in hopes that he's escaped notice from the other residents of the estate, despite the fact that he's been missing since early the morning.
He'll check his NV for messages after his hands stop shaking and the bloody clothes are thrown away.
[ooc - idk how you guys want to do this TIME PARADOX THREADING?!]
When: Backdated to after the raid on the hunting grounds
Where: Gil's bedroom
Summary: Fake-canon updating is painful.
Warnings: Spoilers for recent Pandora Hearts chapters, graphic descriptions of blood/injury
Gilbert Nightray has been cut down before. He's no stranger to the sight of his own blood. For as weak of a personality as he's always had, his stamina has always been on par with that of Pandora's strongest fighters, even when he was still a child and he'd stepped in front of his master's blade to take, what should have been, a fatal blow in order to keep him from making an even bigger mistake.
The wound had bled, infected, but quickly healed into an ugly reminder of his pathetic failure to protect Oz down the front of his chest. He'd been poisoned later, and though he'd been close to death, he'd recovered. The Cheshire Cat had sliced him through with his claws just before pushing him back into his realm of Alice's hidden memories, and though he'd had trouble, he still healed quick enough to return to his master's side once again.
Break had told him...and then later, Vincent as well, that he'd once been carried through the Abyss, a child half-dead in, what he assumes, could only have been another failed attempt to protect what was most important to him. And no matter what lies Vincent has told him, he knows the truth. He remembers that warm feeling that Jack had given him, that feeling that he had a place to 'belong', something to protect, someone who needed him. He remembers...
He remembers this warm feeling of blood and pain erupting in his chest as the bullet hits its mark.
As soon as he collapses, pain shoots through his head as well. It's familiar, and familiarity is painful. The rest of the fight is chaotic enough that no one notices Gil crawl his way over to hide himself behind a bunch of bushes, hands shaking as he attempts to pull his cravat off and use that to staunch the bleeding. But the more time goes on, the more that he's sure that he must be bleeding out and getting to the point where he should maybe call for help, he...doesn't get worse. He's still bleeding, yes, but he's not feeling the symptoms of blood loss either. For a long while, the sound of fire and fighting turning to white noise in his head, he simply stares down at the wound as though he's expecting it to get worse.
Eventually his breathing evens out, the pain starts to dull, and he finds himself coming to his feet and...simply walking away.
The police and ambulances have enough to deal with that one more bloodied man escapes their attention. Others were injured far worse, and he's not asking for help. He's just trying to get home and keep whatever lost memory trying to surface in his head from actually becoming clear. It hurts too much; much worse than the wound in his chest.
He can't just walk in the front door like this, so he pulls a maneuver that he used on his brother only a few months prior when he was still here. He climbs up the side of the house and pulls himself through his own bedroom window in hopes that he's escaped notice from the other residents of the estate, despite the fact that he's been missing since early the morning.
He'll check his NV for messages after his hands stop shaking and the bloody clothes are thrown away.
[ooc - idk how you guys want to do this TIME PARADOX THREADING?!]
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[Okay, he would, but he's not!]
It looks worse than it is!
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Why didn't you call me?
[ Oz would have gone to fetch him in an instant. Or at least had the first aid kit waiting for Gil's arrival. He'd do the same for Oz after all. HAD done the same in fact--
He frowns.
And pokes at Gil's wound with a finger. ] You're still bleeding and you think that's nothing! [ BRB, fetching some water! ]
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[It may not be as bad as it look, but it still hurts. He winces at Oz's poke, partially because it hurts, but also because he really has no explanation. He'd sat off to the side of the battle for so long doing nothing, not calling out to anyone. Didn't he yell at Break for doing the same thing?
His head still hurts.
Even with Oz standing up, he remains there huddled on the floor, both hands reaching up to clasp his shirt shut.]
Worrying you wouldn't help anything...
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Too late, I was worried anyway. [ CENSURE ] If you had called, I could have at least fetched your friend for you. [ Daedalus, which he still isn't ruling out! What if that bullet was still in there, huh? ]
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Please...let me do it myself...
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Fine, but I'm not leaving until you're done.
[ and with luck, Gil might actually tell him something useful. ]
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...It also hurts him to realize that if he keeps cleaning right here, then he'll bleed on the carpet, and that will take forever to clean out later.
Ah.
He stands then, shakily and weakly, pressing the wet cloth to his wound.]
Not here. [He mutters as he starts for the attached bathroom. At least the sink will be easier to clean later.]
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You can barely walk. [ stating the obvious, but Gil obviously needed baby steps. And getting that wound seen too was the most pressing matter. Oz never had to watch Gil clean up after himself before; it was harder then he expected. ]
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...Unless he does it to himself later to see if he still heals the same way, which he's been considering for the last five minutes of his painful trip home.
No, there's no time to think on things like that. He flips the light switch on and shuffles over to the bathtub, kneeling down carefully and turning the faucet on.]
This isn't the first time that I've been injured. [He looks over his shoulder, tries to give Oz a confident smile despite the blood on his face. But mostly, he still just looks like he's holding back a scream.]
Don't worry, it'll be fine.
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[ so it's time to turn on the water works ] I... see. I kind of knew this day was going to come but... [ he sniffles, lightly ] I guess you've become your own master then.
[ Oz turns to leave, sending one last lingering look over his shoulder. ] Sorry, Gil. I won't be a bother anymore.
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[What.
No.
Master, no! That's not what he meant at all! His chest burns at Oz's words, and for a second he wonders if the wound really has reopened. But it's not that at all, it's simply his heart continuing to break to hear his young master think for a second that he would ever brush him off like this so easily!
He turns quickly, reaches out to grab Oz's shoulder with one slightly bloody hand.]
S-stop saying that so dramatically!
[Yep, he's fallen for it completely.]
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But you don't need my help.
[ even though Gil's getting blood all over his clothing. Still, Oz doesn't mind, not when he can feel Gil's warmth so close at hand. But it doesn't stop there as Oz gently wipes his eyes with an arm sleeve. Yep, still sniffling. ]
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Don't take it the wrong way! I can't let you get your hands dirty for my sake!
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You should really sit down. [ and now Oz is back to worrying but at least Gil's not being so standoffish now. ]
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I can use the bathtub...it'll be easier to clean later.
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Except that his life isn't threatened at all. Aside from being dizzy and sore, he doesn't seem to be in an exceptional amount of pain at all.
Wincing, he moves to sit down on the edge of the bathtub and then leans over to turn the water on, shoulders slumped forward as though that would help hide the sight of him from his master.]
Why does gil look so hot in the last few icons? T_T
Stop worrying about the mess and let me take a look at you. You're my servant!
[ and it hurt Oz that Gil kept trying to hide from him, keep him in the dark. How could he protect him if Gil was constantly getting hurt in places and at times when Oz couldn't be there to help! It was his fault after all, that Gil had that scar. And what of the others?
What other secrets was Gil going to try to keep from him? It, quite simply, wasn't right. ]
it's his curse!
Still, he can't very well deny a request like that, not with the state that he's in. He sits up a little straighter, swallows back the lump in his throat and the sinking empty pit in his stomach as he drops his hands into his lap.
His eyes, however, stay on the floor.]
poor, unfortunate man. /hangs off him
Oz refuses to believe anything contrary to that. Otherwise he'd have to be guilty of getting Gil into trouble himself. Hah!
But he gently picks up a cloth and starts to scrub, biting his lip. ] How did it happen? [ he glares at Gil for a brief second, just in case he tried to weasel out of it again. ]
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I was shot.
[His tone is quiet, a bit questioning, but mostly confused.]
The newcomer hunt happened again. Yosuke was taken this time -
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[ he knows how close the two of them are. Even if Yosuke did turn Gil into a delinquent! ]
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[He stumbled away too soon, he has no idea what happened to everyone afterwards, and it shames him to admit that.]
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[ After another swipe, he stops and then nods. ] The wound isn't too deep. It should heal in a few weeks. [ it already was, hardly looking more than a flesh wound although still sure to leave a tiny scar. Now where did those bandages go... ]</small.
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[He hasn't thought to do much of anything except try and accept the fact that he's still alive. The bullet had gone right through him, and yet his back already shows little sign of anything ever piercing it. If there hadn't been a stream of dried blood there, it wouldn't be obvious at all.]
--The Core. [He gasps softly, as though he's finally figured something out, even though his words come out fevered and stuttered.] This must be because - the Core is able to give people different abilities. That must be it. It's possible that I - I never noticed until now, but that's -
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