[Closed] misteaks' mistakes - the sequel (catchall)

[gluttoning]

Who: Mr_Misteaks and also some other people
What: In person catchall + dungeon runs
When: October thru November
Where: various, please note in headers
Content Warnings: nsfw, ED discussion Please cw in headers.

[overflow and log space for October and November]

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9/29

[gluttoning]

[Misteaks doesn't take them far from the gate, trying to find the best place in the shade to lower both himself and Mithrun down, keeping the Edge Punisher rested against him and as much off the ground as possible. Mithrun looks bad, and both of their health bars are well into the red. But Misteaks is the only one who's alert, taking out a health potion and uncorking it with his teeth. When Mithrun doesn't respond to rousing, Barrett takes the potion himself, if only so he has a little more energy to get Mithrun where he needs to go. He wasn't about to drown Mithrun in an HP potion of all things.

His eyes scan the milling crowd, lighting up only when he sees the harvest cleric through the shapes. His spear is pulled from his inventory and waved over his head, the bright white of the blade the most noticeable thing he can think of on his person.]

Nanashi! Over here!

Re: 9/29

[justonezero]

[Spotted! He races over at the sight of the spear, not even pausing to talk because the injuries are clear enough once he's in range.

He targets Mithrun the moment he's able to, casting:]

Pha Repth!

[Have a full heal, buddy.]

[tablescraps]

( Mithrun's mostly dozing; too stubborn to let himself pass out, but his body fatigued by the constant pain the state of his shoulder's in - the extent of the injury unclear through his clothes, but his shoulder starting midway through the clavicle sits a few uncanny degrees below the rest of it. The bloom of bruising around his neck is apparent, however.

His HP starts ticking up - slower than you might expect, like it's the deeper physical injury offering some resistance. It's the bruising that fades first. Slow but steady as Nanashi's magic works into him, the reds its slow warp into purple dissipates, leaving behind only Mithrun's pale, lightly-scarred skin. His HP ticks up.

The shoulder is slower work. The first sign of the magic flowing through the damaged bones Mithrun's eyes going narrow, his lips pursing; bone and flesh knitting together - a strange feeling, uncomfortable, but not awful. There's the soft sound of cracking shoulder shifts back into place, bit by bit - it takes time given the delicacy of the healing, but, as sign of his progress, his HP ticks up - by great amounts. It looks like this was the greatest source of injury.

The rest heals quicker - minor nicks and cuts and bruises from battle. When it's all done, he exhales sharp - looking more alert, the fatigue faded with the radiating pain. )

... You... leveled up a lot.

( Guy who was at level five at the meeting really put some elbow grease into leveling.

As he says that, he reaches and grabs at Barrett's forearm, like he's trying to keep him from running off - which, it's inevitable. But he isn't any less frustrated about it. )

very very early 9/30

[gluttoning]

[He slips out onto the training grounds within ten minutes of his last text. It's late for those on their side of the world, and the near silence of the rest of the area is almost deafening.

But wherever there's sounds of combat, Barrett instantly turns his attention, carefully circling the grounds with tired steps. Morgan was around here somewhere. And even if Morgan is in no mood to talk after today, Barrett still knows he has to find him.]

[tablescraps]

( Mithrun's been here for awhile, and he doesn't realize the time nor how long he's been here. The sound of his blade against the dummies is his telltale efficient brutality; quick motions and a heavy blade.

He's expecting Barrett, so he notices him when he comes, but he still finishes his combo before he turns to him, as if carried by momentum. Rapid arcs and his blade gleaming in the light; the dummy's HP hits 1 before Mithrun lowers his blade, standing straight, and the dummy's HP jumps back to full.

He turns to wherever Barrett might be standing, and studies him for a time. His expression is hard to read, but it looks like he's maybe deciding what he should think. )

... Are you staying?

( Or leaving again, after this? )

[gluttoning]

[He drops to a seat in silence near the edge of the grounds as Mithrun works through the combos. How long has he been at this, he wonders... who did he imagine, when that blade cut enemies to ribbons?

All of Barrett's armor has been unequipped, the skin of his palms and knuckles reddened where they cross over his knees. As Mithrun coasts to a stop, staring down at Barrett with a look that he can't even begin to understand, the redhead doesn't make a move to stand. Aware, complacent, submissive to the fact that he's done quite a lot of wrong in the last few hours.]

...I want to. [Quiet, but firm.] I can go, if you want to be alone. But... I feel like it was wrong of me. Leaving you.

...

How long have you been here?

10/12

[gluttoning]

[The knocking on Mithrun's door is urgent.]

Morgan. I'm here.

Can you let me in?

[tablescraps]

( It takes a few moments, but there's the sound of Mithrun's now-uneven gait soon enough, coming to open the door.

He looks - pale, like someone suffering a migraine; brows scrunched up, expression an echo of a grimace. That text conversation had taken a toll on him, in some way, apparently - amplified by the burden of the meeting not long before. His room is genuinely empty barring his guild inventory chest, so Barrett can guess from the faint redness along one side of Mithrun's face he was just lying on the ground until Barrett came.

But still, his expression grows very faintly more awake when Barrett arrives, like he'd been in a stupor. )

... Barrett. Did you want to go to your room?

( His empty room is fine, but he doesn't know if Barrett would want to occupy it. )

[gluttoning]

[Barrett himself looks worse for wear, purple and red smattering the whole front of his face where someone has done their best to splint and bandage the bridge of his nose. The rest of his complexion looks entirely washed out, struggling to hold his head up straight.

A pause, a swallow, reaching his hand out for Morgan to take.]

Yes. Please. Don't stay alone in there.

Before Gany meeting (week of 10/8)

[gluttoning]

[DUNGEON FOR REF

Barrett waits patiently for Levi and Kara with his new armor already set, worn and battered, a new lance bladed with white against his back. There's a careful look of anticipation as he scrolls through keywords, deciding. But he lets his attention be drawn whenever his company of one is broken up by visitors.]

Mn. It's been a while since we did something together.

[He'll give a nod of hello to Kara, whether she comes with Levi or separate, before looking towards his brother and his new armor set with his brows raised.]

...What are all the moons for?

[curvaceous]

[ Kara is donning her Level 50 special armor. It gives her an air of elegance as she walks up to Barrett, and she'll give Barrett a nod in greeting. ]

It sure has been. Let's have a good time today.

[trashtier]

Yo.

[It's Levi's first time really getting a good look at his new gear himself, and as he looks down at the sturdy armor and patterned sword, he seems...unsure. It looks cool, and it's bound to be great for fighting in, but something about it feels off to him.

He rotates the sword around in his hand, shrugging.]

Your guess is as good as mine. It was part of the new gear I got for hitting level 50. I just hope it isn't as, uh...vocal...as my last weapon.

[He got used to the lewd noises after a while, but it never stopped being embarrassing when others heard it.

But once he sees action with this weapon, he might be missing the old one sooner than he realizes...]

10/21 - MAC ANU

[gluttoning]

[Leviathan wouldn't be amiss in not really recognizing who stands at the bridge. Though the same height as usual, the skin that he wears is far different than what he left the house with. The chitin of his horns has stretched down to start encasing the sides of his jaw, wings larger and colored. His skin looks ashen, chalky, especially at the fingertips that grip the edge of the bridge - cracks following the edges of joints like the erosion of stone.

The chain that hangs from his chest matches the new decorations of his wings - the illusion of eyes, all seeming to stare. But it's only an illusion, like a bug distracting a predator.

He turns when he hears company approaching. The dark circles under his eyes are new, punctuated by eyes that... definitely look far darker than his normal brown.]

There you are. [His voice stays the same, as does the natural stoicism of his default expression.] Good.

I spoke to Lily. There was something he said that I don't think the guild should hear.

[trashtier]

[Barrett’s sudden change in appearance is quite the surprise to Levi as he approaches. He’d wonder if it was a simple outfit swap, but those horns and wings… No, that’s something more permanent. After what was going on with Mithrun, he knows how bad this could be for his friend.

(His…friend?)

As concerned as this makes him, he stamps it down for the meantime. He needs to keep his cool, for everyone’s sake.

…oh, this is about Lily? His eyebrows raise slightly, but his tone remains neutral.]

What’d he say?

10/30 - 11-3

[gluttoning]

[For the rest of the week, after the glitched shores of the beach have finally returned to normal, Mr_Misteaks can be found lounging out on the lobby couches at Fandom Foodies and doing little else for the time being. What times he is awake can be a mixed bag - sometimes he looks pensive and caught in his own thoughts, sometimes he looks irritated and in deep amounts of pain, and sometimes he just looks relieved and content with the company that drifts in and out.

Mostly? The redhead will be snoozing and immobile. It's hard not to guess why when his left leg is bound completely in a bright blue cast. Someone has drawn several animals in multicolored sharpie, and there's some signatures of numerous unfamiliar names that dot it as well.

He's not much for combat just yet. It's hard to tell if he ever will be like this. But he's alive. And he's got nothing but time on his hands for the moment, for those that need to get anything off their chest.]

shortly after he yelled at him on Uta's post

[conjecturecycle]

[Pete's scuttling out of the recesses of the guild building where he's been busy dissociating a litte bit tbh.]

Jesus, Red. You just can't catch a damn break.
[Tossing out a joke to mask the very palpable relief in his voice.]

[trashtier]

[Here comes Levi to literally do as requested and sit down on top of Barrett.

He at least brought some snacks to share while he loafs, though. And he brought himself as company, but y'know.]

How's holding up the fort going today?

FF

[curvaceous]

[ Kara had knocked out immediately after washing up and getting her injuries checked by Levi. She doesn't leave her shared room with him until much later on 10/30, when she goes out into the lobby to get some snacks. It's then when she sees Barrett for the first time as himself, sitting on one of the couches.

And, given that she's made eye contact with him, she can't exactly avoid him, either. ]

... Hey. Welcome back.

10/30

[murrmoire]

[ Later in the day, there are three knocks on the front door of Fandom Foodies' @ home. Then, a voice will call out from behind it: ]

Hello, I have a delivery for Mr_Misteaks! Permission to enter?

10/31

[threatmewted]

[Knock knock!]

10/30

[secondthoughts]

[ Sometime towards the evening, there comes a soft rap on the door, followed quickly by a party request from Hector.

His voice is muffled, coming from the other side. ]

You up? Mind if I say hi?

10/31

[justonezero]

[He leaves in the morning to do whatever rabbits do and returns in the evening, though this time he'll stop by.]

How are you feeling?

(jaws music)

[tablescraps]

( Shortly after Uta's post on 10/30...

Mithrun has built himself a little contraption for getting around guild homes: a wireframe of something akin to a three-wheel moped he sits sidesaddle on. Crude and simple in its function, it's not good for too much besides going slowly and making obtuse turns. This does amplify the length of time it takes for him to actually get to Barrett, considering there's at least one turn between Mithrun's room and the lobby, and... uh... good bye Mithrun...

But he does get there eventually. Preceded by Basque's nails clicking on the floor (since she'd been accompanying Mithrun happily everywhere since his return) and the sound of the gentle motor, Mithrun eventually rolls into the lobby. He does not look pleased, but at least he doesn't seem angry? It's a little hard to tell with his eyes covered by his veil, given he was trying on the lv100 gear he'd gotten in his room before he checked the forums. )

... Barrett.

( Without much thought, he pushes himself off the moped; he takes advantage of his lunging gravity to stumble forward two, three, four steps - directly onto the couch. He might have flopped badly onto your leggies if they were propped up on the couch, sorry dude. But he's scrambling up beside him regardless. no time for dat goku. )

Explain.

11/21

[tablescraps]

( Following a certain text chain...

When Mithrun arrives, he doesn't stride in with his usual assertive distinction. He's quick to move in once he's directed to Barrett's bed, because he's very much worried - but, once he arrives, he almost seems to hesitate, his body language stiff and uncomfortable. He seems like he's not sure what he's supposed to expect, given where he left off in the conversation. )

... Barrett. Does it still hurt?

( Concern first, at least. He's definitely troubled by how scuffed up Barrett may or may not look. )

[gluttoning]

[He definitely looks banged up, scrapes and bruises and singed tips of his hair. But it doesn't stop him from immediately perking up on seeing Mithrun in his doorway... only to deflate slightly at the hesitation present.

Morgan really must be dwelling on that conversation harder than he'd thought.

Expression growing firm, Barrett pushes himself to the side of his own bed, swinging his legs over the side with an exhausted huff.]

Yeah. It's sore. I got thrown into a wall really hard. But I won't be in as long this time, at least.

[A beat of silence passes, before he holds out one of his hands.]

...Hey. It's okay.

Come here. Talk to me.