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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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He winces a bit at the feeling of stinging in his healing wound, but he recovers quickly.]
Thank you, young master. [He whispers, under his breath. The title slips in there by mistake, but he doesn't correct himself.]
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This was no different then usual.
And nor was Gil's forgetfulness. ] This is nothing; you'd do the same for me, wouldn't you? [ Except Oz would be flat on his back on his back and strapped to the bed to keep him from moving if their roles had been reversed.
He can still arrange that.
Tugging on Gil, he (pushed Gil) motioned to the door. ] Rest. I'll clean up the mess. [ honest, he'll even do it all proper and everything and set things to soak. ]
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He's still shaking a little as he stands, but he feels strong enough on his feet as he's pulled upwards. He hums an agreement under his breath and rests his arm across his middle as he moves back to the bedroom. Hopefully he can get changed into pajamas before Oz is finished cleaning things up; there's no need for him to see any more of his scarred skin. That's the only reason that he doesn't just offer to clean it all up later.]