⬣//A BRIEF REPRIEVE

[cccorp]

>>Look at me.

⬣//BREATHE. EVERYTHING WILL BE OKAY.

This is your Official™ catch-all log for the month of November. While the boss battles rage on, those of you who are looking to disengage from combat and kick your feet up for a spell can do so here.

Post your open prompts in this post. Closed starters may also be posted here or on @Altimit, but all open posts belong here in this log. Lawbreakers will be bent over the modly knee and paddled into compliance. Thank you.

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[alchemicalbirth]

[ Making you retcon future convos would not be cool of me.

Jokes aside, Albedo has no fears still, so he wanders into Naval Monte, perhaps thinking of causing a certain graveyard guard some trouble because he hasn't learned his lesson.

Fortunately, Hien is in the state he is first. Upon discovering the head administrator's near-dead body, he will move to kneel down beside the man, staining blood on his pants, but not being bothered with that. Instead intensely focusing on the issue in front of him. ]

Hien, open your mouth.

[ Even a healer can be too incapacitated to heal thyself. He begins to rummage for some potions... ]

[selfconcept]

[ His head hurts so much that it snaps him into being conscious again. His fingers twitch a little, and it's not upon Albedo's command, but he tries to open his mouth... and then coughs up blood. ]

[alchemicalbirth]

...Hm. Unfortunate.

[ An involuntary response. Albedo moves to gently see if he can get the other male to lie on his side. Judging from how much blood is...just, everywhere, there's probably a lot in his lungs.

It may be that he'll have to cough out some more before he can think of even feeding him an item of some sort. ]

[selfconcept]

[ There's a quiet groan when he's moved to his side. Hien slowly blinks, wondering what's happening... the smoky halo behind his head seems to want to jut out randomly, creating smooth protruding spike shapes out of the halo. The eye returns in the center of the halo, glaring at Albedo with its black sclera with a white and black checkerboard colored iris. ]

[alchemicalbirth]

[ He's no longer coughing out blood.

Albedo looks back at the glaring eye. Then, he checks if Hien is able to open his mouth again without...doing the coughing. ]

Are you able to consume some items that I have? You may be a healer, but I see you're in a critical condition.

[ He asks, already extracting some tea. ]

[selfconcept]

[ Hien languidly pulls out his staff. It's like a red wand. Regardless, he casts Pha Repth to himself to top off the HP, but it still does nothing about blood loss and the constant headache he's always had. His HP is still ticking down. ]

'm fine...

[alchemicalbirth]

[ Albedo takes a squint at the HP ticking down. ]

With all due respect, I found you lying in a pool of your own blood.

[ Though, there is also a little pause. ]

Speaking of which, I truly can't fathom why your wounds keep reopening. Alongside potentially new ones. [ ... ] It wasn't because of what you told me, was it?

[selfconcept]

[ Maybe if Hien remembered things, he'd say that it's normal. So Albedo can be spared from another disturbing sentence for the day. ]

... If you remember Misteaks and Mithrun suffering headaches during the meeting at the mansion... it's just that, but worse.

[ And the only reason why he managed to mention Hoerwick's name just fine back then was because he constantly had a headache. He couldn't tell which one was from his wound or from the curse lmao ]

[alchemicalbirth]

[ ...Hien, what. That sounds incredibly cursed, and not because he literally is right now. ]

I do recall, yes.

Of course, I believe that something like this is rather egregious for a consequence. But, I don't suppose there is much to be done about it at the moment, hm?

[ Now he has blood on his pants like he committed a murder. But, no, it is just a result of Hien being extremely cursed. ]

[selfconcept]

That's right.

[ Hien still stays on his side, trying to even out his breathing. He doesn't want to open his eyes all that much right now... ]

... Stay back, Calx. I'm going to dump water on myself.

[ Unless he'd like to stay for the cleansing?? Then be his guest. ]

[alchemicalbirth]

Very well?

I imagine you have experience in doing this already yourself.

[ Albedo does not want to be 'cleansed', stepping back far enough to which he figures is a good distance. While he will need to take care of his pants, he is the independent sort who'd want to handle it all on his own. ]

[selfconcept]

[ He sure does... After Albedo stands back, Hien just codes a bunch of water without a container above him, splashing mostly his head, drenching him and his clothes. The blood is washed away, but Hien doesn't feel like getting up. That heavy blood loss is still doing weird things to his brain.

He gets out a roll of bandages and a towel and holds it out to Albedo. ]

My head.

[ If he would, please. ]

[alchemicalbirth]

[ Hien must be really out of it due to his condition, but honestly hardly surprising. They're all only human. ]

Very well. It is only fair.

[ He takes both items. First, he towels Hien's head before moving right along to the immediate area for good measure. Then, after drying as much as he can of that black hair, he unrolls the bandages.

Not one for unnecessary chatter, he begins to roll up his wounded head carefully, but also securely. Ironically, Albedo is perhaps one of the best people for this out of most here, given his background. ]

[selfconcept]

[ Leaving it to Albedo was the correct choice, Hien thinks. The bandages feel secure and tight enough so that they're supposed to be helpful instead of needlessly binding everything tightly. And yes, unfortunately, he's used to this. Perhaps Albedo can think back on the time when the surroundings started to collapse. He must have had to do help himself back then too. ]

Mm... Why were you not a Harvest Cleric?

[alchemicalbirth]

[ There. That should do for now.

Certainly so; he can only imagine that keeping this up by oneself would be a daunting activity. ]

Hmm, hindsight is everything, I suppose. Though, that could have been partially remedied if I had chosen Adept Rogue as a class.

[ Not that Albedo regrets it, mind. He likes too much the feel of a sword swinging in his hand. ]

Incidentally, while I also imagine that tending to yourself has been a regular occurrence, surely you have allowed others to lend a helping hand on occasion?

[selfconcept]

[ Is there something you wanna share with the class, Albedo... though Hien would agree. Violent motions are great. ]

... There's no one around me when it happens, so. No.

[alchemicalbirth]

[ Sometimes you discover you are a person who kills without hesitation. It's fine. ]

I see. Then I suppose it truly is an outlier due to the 'consequence'.

[selfconcept]

[ Atta boy. ]

Mm. I'm usually in the closed off area when it happens, so... I guess this really is an...

[ What did Albedo say? ]

... outside variable?

[ what's an outlier ]

[alchemicalbirth]

...Well, it is not an outside variable exactly. The word I used was 'outlier'; meaning that, unlike the usual circumstances you would usually encounter in your dubious condition, there is a notable difference that sets this one apart due to certain elements. And therefore, can be set apart from the other scenarios by far, even if because of a little intervention or location change.

[ Insert vague george meme about someone consuming certain things over a particular threshold, and therefore considered an outlier- ]

I imagine it takes simply longer in the usual instances, however. It's a pity that you can't simply equip bandages as an additional accessories and have to go about the process properly, but it is what it is, I suppose.

[selfconcept]

Mm. It's because these bandages aren't accessories.

[ They're made for holding people together. This is probably how Hien can keep the hood up and have bandages around his head at the same time. ]

... You're using big words again.

[alchemicalbirth]

I see. Well, I understand why that is the case. Though, it'd be rather convenient if there was equipment in the form of bandages that acted as a passive-healing item.

[ But, eh. What can you do? ]

...It is simply the way I talk. Though, I do recall encountering such criticism before from another moderator, I believe. PinkPilgrim, was it?

That aside, I assume you're now all set and don't require any further assistance.

[ Albedo will therefore hand him a towel before he thinks of leaving, however. ]

[selfconcept]

... Apparently, I dropped out from high school, if that means anything to you.

[ It doesn't anymore to Hien, but apparently he wrote that himself. So it must mean something to someone, right...? ]

Goodbye, Calx. Thanks for your help.

[alchemicalbirth]

It does, I appreciate that piece of information.

[ Duly noted, he means. Then, he extracts some chicken parmesan (or close to however he can make the dish), hands it out, assuming Hien will take.

He nods at the expression of gratitude in turn.

Then, he will depart. ]

[selfconcept]

[ He will devour it the next day... Thanks Albedo. What a homie. ]