(closed) march catchall

[tealeafs]

Who: Ange (entreats), Chizuru (tealeafs), Daniel (miyagimagic) and various others.
What: March shenanigans.
When: During all of March.
Where: Locations vary.

Content Warnings: Nothing right now, specific warnings will be in headers when they come up.

( starters in the comments! if you want to plot anything with me, feel free to either pm the journal or contact me at queeningsquare, i'm always open to new ideas and threads! )

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for robby

[tealeafs]

[ To be honest - the entire idea did seem a little scary to Chizuru, mostly because she has so very little experience with this sort of thing. And all of the experiences she did have with it were induced by this place, and.. well, Trench usually doesn't let you end up in the friendliest of places.

Even her own memories had been dangerous ones, after all.

But there are some factors that keep Chizuru from avoiding this entirely. The first thing is - rather simply - the fact that Robby brought up the idea to her, and she utterly trusts him. Knowing that he'll be by her side throughout it makes it a little more bearable.

And then there's the fact that she just knows she has to do this. She has to practice with her powers, even if she knows very little about how to use them.

She has to keep herself safe here. And maybe - if she allows herself to dream - help keep her friends safe too.

It's how they ended up sitting in this situation. Sitting together on the floor of the indoor dojo, a little out of the way to prevent anyone from accidentally bumping into them, and Chizuru staring with big eyes at the stone Robby is holding in his hand. ]

So.. you're sure that is going to help with practice..?

[ She doesn't sound sceptical as much as Chizuru just sounds curious. And even grateful, considering it's not really like Robby himself is getting much out of this, since he isn't a paleblood. (And it's not like she knows that warmbloods actually do have power this month.) Yet he's still helping her.

It means a lot, especially through these recent rough times for both of them. ]

[strongroots]

[ Is Robby kinda winging this? Yeah. But it's not without some consideration. The stone is small in his hand, no bigger than a ping-pong ball, but glimmering even under the lighting of the indoor dojo. He rocks his hand a little, just to help the way it catches. ]

Won't know 'til we try it. [ He looks up at her with a grin, worn smooth on his face. ] If it fails, we'll try something else--but it'll be fun if it works. The stonemaker said you should be able to control wherever we turn up, since you've got paleblood. You just need to focus.

[ Easier said than done, but Robby continues as he takes one of Chizuru's hands and slips the stone for her to hold; placing his own hand over hers, then cupping the other side. ]

You need to breathe, and think of me and somewhere you remember--nothing too busy, it's just meant to help people drift to sleep. [ And he didn't get a more expensive stone...even he has to be cheap. ] So a forest, or...you can try a village or somewhere. Just--somewhere good to you. Imagine the two of us there. If we do it like this, we should both end up wherever you're thinking? But... [ well. ] It won't hurt, anyway.

[ Even if it fails, or the imaginary place falls apart. But that's part of the practice, why Robby decided to try this: there's no pain in imagination, and with a weak stone. So's the hope.

And if she ends up in imaginary land and he doesn't? He'll shake her out of it. No big. ]

for taro

[miyagimagic]

[ It's not often that Daniel's Omen actually leaves the house - beyond the garden and the dojo attached to it, anyway. Even when Daniel goes out, he's often more by himself than accompanied by his Omen, who prefers staying back to keep an eye on the house and especially on the dojo.

But there are circumstances - very rare ones - where the creature does venture out into the world by itself.

To go see someone, for example. He can just see most people he knows when they come over for either Daniel or for the dojo, but there are the rare few people the Omen knows who wouldn't just show up there. Which means he hardly sees them.

And that won't do. He had been fussing over that cat who had shown up that one time around the dojo's opening, and he hasn't seen the creature since.. though it makes sense, since he seemed to not want to be spotted by the humans at the dojo.

So the Omen starts wandering over town. The upside of being in a dog-like form, especially in his current smaller form, is that he has a pretty good nose - meaning he can track down the person once he gets close enough to find that familiar smell.

Which he does once he arrives at Willfull Machine. The dog starts sprinting through the streets, following the scent, and before long Taro may find the small fluffy dog from a few months ago suddenly rapidly approaching him..

What do you do, Taro. ]

[hachitaro]

[Taro's walking around in human form, looking in store windows... he's getting the itch again, so he has to pick the right sort of store. It's got to have the right amount of things in darker places, and enough things that it's going to not be missed right away -]

[He looks up at the sound of tippytaps on pavement and sighs, rubbing his face. He can't turn into a cat here - not without attracting attention. Fortunately people know omens can talk so it's not as weird when he crouches down to talk to the dog.]

Hey. What are you doing out here, alone? You're going to get hurt.

[Who knows how much an omen might fetch? ... Heh. Fetch.]

for ruby

[entreats]

[ The past few months Ange has very much been like a frog in a pot of slowly boiling water. The only difference being that the girl very much realised that the water was starting to boil. It was like the world was getting worse and worse around her. More dangerous things happening, and more of those things happening to the people she's close to. It feels like she's nearly witnessed Ruby die so many times over the past few months that it feels unbearable.

And this month isn't better. It's like she's seen Ruby starting to wither in front of her eyes - and where will that end? Will Ruby just get worse and worse until she's weak enough that whatever is draining her will just kill her?

That can't happen. Ange can't let it happen, and it feels like it will happen for sure unless she does something here.

She knows just what to do, too.

For the first time in what feels like months, Ange feels eerily calm as she steps into their shared bedroom, watching Ruby lie there on the bed, looking as drained as she has seemed for days now. ]

Ruby.

[ Despite the calm that has come over her, Ange speaks the name with fondness. Nothing could take away her affection for Ruby, after all, not even with the corruption that's growing in her veins, her eyes having taken on a faint golden hue already as she moves to sit down on the bed, right next to where the other girl is lying. ]

It must hurt. [ To be that drained. Especially for a girl like Ruby, who is usually so bright. So full of life. The opposite of what Ange is seeing right now.

She reaches out, placing a hand on the other's cold cheek. ]

You'll let me help you, won't you..?

[onekindsoul]

[It was hard to predict what was going to happen in Trench from one month to the next. Most of the time Ruby didn't try, she was almost always ready to face a challenge head on. Except this month she found herself without the energy to rise much less go out and protect the people she cared for.

It hit her especially hard because the cold blood that ran through her had merged with the abilities she carried from home. Her aura, the physical manifestation of her soul had been linked to those powers. And for reasons Ruby explain for the life of her- It felt like that very force was being drained from her body. Like she was being pulled out from her own body.

It leaves her bedridden on the worst of days or going about her day like a shadow of herself on the best. The bright and vibrant young woman is hardly there and only manages to come out in spurts.

There's a slow blink when Ange enters the room but hardly a reaction beyond that when Ange first enters the room and approaches. Her head turns slightly in her direction as she feels the touch on her cheek. There's a hint of recognition in her eyes but a hint of struggle too. Like it's taking her a little longer than normal to piece together what the other girl is saying to her.]

Ange? I...

Of course. Anything you say.

for break

[entreats]

[ Ange can only think of one reason to leave her perfect little world so soon after its creation.

It's a simple reason. It's just-- It's not done yet. As perfect as her little world is, just the way she wanted it, away from all the danger, it's not finished. Not even with Ruby already there with her. There's no way she could just sit in there and forget about what she saw last month. Break's body, mauled by the snake, blood everywhere, a man who tried to squabble in the way they usually do, but with a part of him that seemed so lifeless.

She almost lost him. And she can't. She can't lose Break.

Ange knows she needs him with her there as well. He's too important. Even if she has to leave the rest of the world behind outside, she can't leave Break behind. She has to keep him safe. And he's been losing people from his home so steadily as well. He'll understand, right? It's safer to be together. Away from this place.

It's a good thing the corruption hasn't set in far enough for her to just burst into his home out of nowhere. She does at least bother to knock at the door, even though she can hear her own heart pounding so loudly in her chest that it resonates in her ears.

And when he opens the door, she has to resist the temptation to just drag him right along. No, that-- it won't do.

She has to make Break see this is better. She has to go slowly. He'll understand. ]

Break. The other Alice-- She's gone too now, right? I just heard about it.

[payingfordeliverance]

[The first indication that Break is doing poorly is that the oversized striped cardigan he is wearing when he answers the door is red and black, rather than his signature purple.

This is because, indeed, the second of the twin Alices has gone back to the sea. Both sisters had a tendency to rifle around in Break's laundry and steal his things, especially the big floppy cardigans and shawls; the pale one always went for his purple and blue clothing, and the other always went for the red. She gave explicit instructions before she left that her room was not to be messed with, so naturally the first thing he did was spitefully barge right into it and reclaim his cardigans.]

Baltus snitched again, did he?

[Because of course Ange of all people would understand how tender he's feeling and rush right to his side once she was informed, but actually bother to knock on the door, allowing him to be the one to decide whether he wants any company at all or would rather be alone with his grief. But Baltus has already given him the morning to indulge himself, because Break is taking this loss harder than some of the others.]

She went back to the sea, yes. She told me that…she meant to find the others.

[And Break knows, he knows Alice didn't have a choice in the matter, and all the bossy proclamations she gave them before she left were her way of avoiding having to say goodbye, a way to keep control. He can't even blame her. But she was the last of his kids from home, and while he certainly doesn't begrudge Echo and Lucius their places in his house, it still feels like a personal abandonment.

Of course she'd leave him eventually, in favor of the loves she's really meant to be with. They were making the best of Trench, but they never truly belonged to one another. Nobody Break ever belonged to in his old life is here anymore now, and while there's always a chance, the lack of impossibility is painful in its own way, too. He's going to be hoping, pining every goddamn day for the rest of his life and he knows it.

It's how he's felt about the Rainsworths this whole time. As he stands aside to let Ange in, his eye gleams faintly in the shadows of the foyer.]

for daniel

[strongroots]

[ So maybe he laid it on thick for a sensei who was teasing a well-deserved nemesis.

For good reason, Robby thinks, and he tried not to ever cross a line with his teasing back, but he knows that everyone else jumped at the chance to roast him a lil' too. And Sharon suggested a bond? And Darth Maul joined in.

(Who better have jumped right the fuck back out, thanks.)

Needless to say, Robby feels a tinsy bit bad. He doesn't know how exactly one makes up for some harmless teasing, but--Mister LaRusso deserves something, right? And Robby happens to be visiting Sharon to make a trade of foods, and that gives him something to put on something of a show with. There's funny long squash (as Sharon called it), brussels sprouts, herbs, and the most attractive part? Strawberries. All carried in a small wooden crate like a makeshift hamper, but that really wasn't the purpose. It's just what he had.

But when he walks into the house, and hears the sounds of kitchen flurry, he discards everything but himself and the crate as he walks to the doorway; spotting where Mister LaRusso is, ready with a smile. ]

Hey. Already cooking?

[miyagimagic]

[ Apparently Daniel was so caught up in what he was doing - staring at the oven, so really, nothing that should be too attention-capturing - that he startles a little bit when Robby suddenly calls out, like a kid caught with its hand in the cookie jar.

Or in this case, a sensei caught in the kitchen doing some stress baking to try and deal with his feelings.

Sure, he tried karate first after putting down his Omni, moving to the dojo to try and get the feelings out with some kata, trying to center himself again.. but he was too agitated for that to work, and doing kata while he feels on edge never feels great.

Hence Daniel indulging in a different way of dealing with his feelings. This is productive, he's told himself. At least the kids will be able to eat these cookies during class later, he's told himself. Even if he was squatting there on the kitchen floor, staring at the oven like it has single-handedly caused every bad thing in his life. (Apparently the stress-sulk doesn't go away that easily.)

He only barely manages to avoid hitting his head when he stands back up way too quickly, eyes momentarily widened in surprise, though Daniel is quick to try and shake off the initial reaction. ]

No, I was just--

[ Bad feelings rise up like nausea in his throat upon seeing Robby, upon actually looking at the boy. Feelings that aren't really aimed at him as much as they just center around him, all clustered up into a cloud of worry that Daniel will never, could never, be the real dad here.

While said real dad doesn't even have to do as much as lift a finger to have the boy take his side. Doesn't even have to put in a quarter of the effort that Daniel puts in on the daily.

Shame that rises at the thought - it's childish, and dumb, and he shouldn't be thinking it, what would mister Miyagi even think of him if he knew - fights with the innate urge to sulk, but Daniel - as always - only sees one way to deal with it all. Shoving it down, brushing it under the carpet, away from sight. He swallows, breathes, and tries to embody a calm he doesn't feel whatsoever right now. ]

.. just making some cookies. [ He may be able to reach the calm at least partially, but it leaves him with very little spirit in his voice as he gestures at the oven with one hand. ] For class later.

[ Look, sometimes an old man is a little too busy dealing with his emotions to really pay attention to the crate Robby is carrying. ]

for robby

[miyagimagic]

[ Once Daniel is done talking with Peter, he has.. well, a lot to think about, to put it mildly. He knew that there was some stuff going on with the boy back home, but Daniel sure didn't imagine that it was something that even carried on in this place, let alone something that had to do with literal demonic possession.

Like something straight out of a horror movie.

And sure, it's weird, but more than anything.. It just leaves Daniel worried about the boy. It's in the man's nature to immediately be trying to think of solutions, or ways to help, or.. anything, even if he's not sure whether there's anything he can do to help at all.

There's something else lingering on his mind too though when he moves through the house to find Robby. Starting in the living room where the boys were talking, but if he isn't there, then Daniel will look in other rooms too until he finds Robby. Because he's still thinking about how Peter told him Robby was helping him with it. With a demon.

His chest feels full of complicated worries, but Daniel remembers to continue to just breathe, the worry balanced with a faint smile in his facial expression by the time he faces Robby. ]

Hey. [ A small greeting, either to draw attention, or just for the heck of it. It's followed up with a nod, and then: ] .. how was your talk?

[ Sure, Daniel listened enough to make sure he didn't hear sounds of two boys fighting in his living room.. but he's pretty sure he didn't hear that, so it can't have been horrible. He did predict that Robby and Peter both have enough kindness in their hearts to want to be able to understand each other, even when it comes to such a difficult topic.

But he doesn't know any of the specifics of their talk, and he does want to check in with Robby first to see if he's okay before moving on to the other things he's thinking about right now. ]

[strongroots]

[ Robby's an easy figure to find in the living room. He sits on a chair, not even stirring, or seeming to notice Mister LaRusso's presence in the threshold between hall and living room. He's hunched with his elbows on his knees, hands covering his mouth as he stares somewhere in the direction of the further wall and floor. Thoughts somewhere else, his skin paler than it was before, but not to any extreme.

But his head perks upon Mister LaRusso's voice, small enough not to startle him. Eyes turning on him, his face lifting away from his hands.

And he hesitates on the question--too simple, even if there's a simple answer in return Robby could give. He considers a joke, but he doesn't have the energy for it, signalled by the tug of his mouth into his cheek that's less than a smile. ]

Okay.

[ He hovers, between saying more and silence, and looks back the way he had been before. ]

...He didn't kill my dad.

[ It's not said with any relief or embarrassment.

It's just sad; a sad, sad fact. Because in the end, his dad still died. ]

for daniel

[strongroots]

[ The world is a chaotic thing. A mass of fragmented thoughts, memories, drenched in a heat that burns at Robby when he comes to in a gasping panic. He's restricted, Mister LaRusso is above his body again, or so he thinks; but it's the bedsheet twisted against his limbs that Robby frantically tears away with a sob. He needs to get out; he needs to get Mister LaRusso out.

Some part of him realises this isn't that time, but--it doesn't matter, really. Relief doesn't come, and the panic stays as he struggles to remember the events: Sunny asking him to help Mob, finding him with Paimon and Midoriya; Sunny and Mob disappearing for a time before coming back, being safe. Instances that blink in and out of Robby's memory as he pushes himself down, searching a way off from where he's laying until his feet and legs are hanging off the bed, and the rest of Robby joins himself on the floor. He only just manages to cling on, holding onto the edge as if for dear life.

And maybe he is, with how his limbs ache and the world feels like it's on fire. Is this it? Did he push it too far? Saeri--he's sorry. All those warnings, and he didn't even do anything worthwhile with the tattoo. It was a demon that got Sunny there.

But if he's dying, or only if he's sick, Robby doesn't want to be stuck in here in this room. It doesn't seem like he has a choice, when lifting himself up seems impossible, but Robby tries at, scraping his hands farther along the bed to get his feet under him. He doesn't know if he's breathing hard from the effort or from his burning head. Robby stops anyway to catch his breath, twisting his head to look behind him and the distance to the door.

It's farther than he likes. Even with his eyes closed, Robby feels the dizzying behind his lids. But he has to move, he has to--because what if Mister LaRusso isn't awake yet? What if he never does wake? Robby left him, and it kills him to think about, and that's reason enough for Robby to push himself onto his feet. The lamp on his bedside table knocks over when he stumbles towards it to grab at the wall, and that's how Robby fumbles his way towards the door. Clinging onto surfaces, pressing his face against any- and everything cool.

Sluggishly, miserably, Robby finds his hands on the handle of Mister LaRusso's bedroom door. It takes a few rattles to get it open, and he holds on as he walks carefully into the room. Purposely avoiding looking at the bed until he's a decent way in, and he sees a figure there. A body. A person.

A man.

He slurs his title and surname in a shaky breath, and wobbles on slow steps over to the bed. His knees buckle even at the lightest bump against the mattress, but Robby doesn't care--Mister LaRusso isn't moving, might be asleep, and no no no-- ]

You can' sleep, [ he mumbles, trying to be loud and failing. He lets his weight knock over, and he falls onto the better on an elbow, hunched over, but--it's fine. Mister LaRusso's right there, and he can get his hands onto him now. ]

L'russo, Mm-- 'Russo. Dad, dad. [ His upper arms ache with each push of his arms sore to the bone, but Robby persists. Pushing, nudging, pleading. ] You can't die--.... I didn't mean it, I thought I was helping... Thought I could do it.

[ And now look at Mister LaRusso, look what he did to him. Look what he did to everyone. ]

[miyagimagic]

[ Ever since Daniel got hit by that slab of concrete, there's been nothing. Not even dreams, just-- a lack of anything at all. The man may have been out for hours upon hours into the very early - or late, depending on how you look at it - hours of the next day, but when there's suddenly something it feels like no time has passed at all to Daniel's brain.

Not that said brain remembers very clearly what's supposed to be going on. Opening his eyes feels hard, and he's not sure why. His body, too, feels heavy, like he's completely unable to move it. It's like someone suddenly dialed the force of gravity up to eleven, and Daniel feels completely stuck in the position he's in right now, unable to move anything. He feels so heavy. He feels so-- it hurts. It hurts so bad, and for a moment it almost feels like he's seventeen and lying on the mat of a karate tournament, except everything is too quiet and he can't hear mister Miyagi calling his name, so that's not it.

No, there is someone calling his name. Not mister Miyagi, but someone else familiar. It takes a moment for his brain to make the connection, his eyes still closed, but then the realisation of whose voice that is hits Daniel like a truck. Robby. That's right-- Robby. He was trying to think about Robby. He's in his fifties, and he's-- in bed, he thinks, since he can vaguely feel the texture of a blanket somewhere at the edges of pain. And Robby's there.

That last part feels more right than anything else as Daniel tries to recall how he got here in the first place. He remembers Robby. A frantic desire to protect the boy, he remembers that too.

.. protect him from what, though? Daniel's mind feels so foggy, and thinking through the pain that shoots through him with each passing moment feels too difficult.

Instead he decides to move his efforts towards attempting to open his eyes instead. It feels much harder than it ought to be, but slowly his eyes do open, revealing.. mostly darkness, which isn't too helpful.

His eyes fall shut again, with how hard it is to keep them open, but he does force them open again. Forces his sight to adjust to the darkness around him, trying to find Robby, only to realise the boy is already right there, Daniel's body too numb and yet hurt all at the same time to even properly register the way the boy is nudging him.

He mostly just hears him. Calling out Daniel's name, and-- and something else, something that only registers with a part of Daniel's mind right now, ready to think about and process later when thinking doesn't feel like it's so hard.

.. Robby is saying so much more though. He doesn't know if it's because he himself is feeling so weird, but the rest of it all seems to make so little sense.

How out of it is Daniel right now..? And there's someone else he's trying to remember too, someone who should be there-- who is it..?

He's so tired, and he lets out a small, exhausted breath as he tries to regain enough sensation in his throat and mouth to speak. ]

Robby...

[ The name is said so softly, little more than a whisper or a breath that carries the name, but it's still audibly escaping the man. ]

daniel | ota!

[miyagimagic]

[ Daniel is fully out of commission for a good few days after the mess surorunding Mob's rampage in Crenshaw. He's fully unconscious into the day after, and still doing bad enough at first that doing much communicating or.. well, much of anything else is hard after that.

It's only a few days later and once he's got some painkillers in him that he's able to do a little bit more at all. Not get out of bed, mind you - that's still way too much on him right now, but at least he's capable of moving his body at all, and therefore to actually grab his Omni and send messages, even if he's stuck in bed.

All of the Miyagi-do students will receive a text from Daniel, asking if they could come see him - m-mostly because he wants to check up on them in person.. Daniel got knocked out so early in the chaos that he has no idea how much any of the kids were involved, and he's worried about them..

But even if you're not a student - maybe you're just Daniel's friend, and you heard about what went down and have come to check up on him. The story about what happened pretty much right next to Daniel's dojo has been going around, after all.

Either way, visiting the dojo basically means visiting Daniel's house already, considering it's attached to it. Anyone who visits will be lead over to the bedroom where Daniel is - either by another occupant of the house, or by Daniel's Omen, who will still be in his much bigger shisa mode, rather than the usual tiny chow chow-looking puppy mode.

Apparently even sitting up is still hard for Daniel, since he's not doing that, but he's at least been propped up with pillows by now, so he's not totally lying flat anymore. There's a half-empty packet of painkillers on his nightstand, and when he hears someone enter, he'll look up from the book he was trying to read.

Daniel still looks a little pale and tired, but thankfully not anywhere near death. He might even manage a tiny smile depending on who's visiting him - his students will all get one for sure. ]

Hey.

[icanhearscreams]

[Jun lets himself be led by the shisa, his own golden retriever omen at his heels. They both enter and offer a moment for sensei's omen to stay or go in the room before closing the door.]

Sensei. Daniel.

[Jun's not the most respectful of kids, but when he drops the title for Daniel it's definitely serious.]

You could have died, you know? I know you were trying to protect people, but you have to think about yourself too, okay? How do you think any of us would have felt if you didn't make it?

[He's standing there with his fists clenched and head bowed, trying to prevent himself from tearing up.]

People need you. They need you to be okay. Save dying for - for people who are more okay with that.

[centile]

[one of the first things mob tries to learn is if daniel was okay. well, okay isn't the word, okay implied there was a chance daniel came out of things uninjured and he knows that's not true. he saw daniel on the ground, lying there with robby. he felt robby's horror. daniel wasn't okay.

but daniel wasn't dead. he could have been, easily. another thing mob doesn't want to think much about but feels like maybe that's the cowardly thing to do. he did this. daniel did nothing but help him and he did this to him, and to robby, and jun and sunny-

the text would surprise him if he wasn't pretty deep into burying how he felt right now. it gets a slow blink regardless, uncertainty. he wants to text if daniel really meant it, if he was sure he wanted mob near the dojo right now, after everything, but he knows sensei wouldn't send this if he wasn't sure. it's the only request he's gotten from daniel so he'll honor it.

which is why he'll come rather late in the evening to daniel's place, trying to avoid people. he's not really sure anyone wants to see him, so it's probably best, right? he's not even sure shisa wants to see him, but if he's led he'll quietly follow and stop at the door.

not quite looking up at first, but eventually he does. his face is very blank but something shuddering through it when he gets a good look at the state daniel's in. it takes another moment for him to quietly say,] Sensei...

[good_mourning]

[It was a relief when Sunny had discovered that Daniel wasn't dead. He'd seen him get hit from a distance away. He'd seen the man's body laying there while Robby knelt over him.

He'd really thought that he hadn't made it.

It was an even bigger relief when he gets a text from Daniel. That meant he was doing well enough to at least type and stay conscious for a while.

There's been something else bothering Sunny in the aftermath of this all, too, but he isn't sure he wants to bother Daniel with it right now. Not when he's clearly going to be in pain and recovering from serious injuries.

Sunny quietly enters Daniel's room, in case he may have accidentally came at a time where he was sleeping. Until it's clear he wasn't from the greeting.]

Hello.

[He draws closer, frowning lightly at the state of his sensei.] How are you feeling?

[overlies]

[ it was perhaps time to finally meet one of the adults shigeo sees on the regular. makima allows herself into the dojo much like if she already knew the place, or even owned it to a degree (she didn’t, but her confidence to walk into someone’s space undeterred might give off that feeling).

his omen is a beautiful good boy, by the way. she quite likes the ones with the canine omens. either way, when she steps in . . . this woman, in a long coat carries with her a box wrapped in coarse paper and elegantly tied with string. the dyed cherry string isn’t too different from how much her hair sticks out in black. ]

Hello, Sensei.

[ they haven’t met. until now, anyway! ]

[knowsvinewhip]

[This isn't what he meant by 'find out from your students you're injured'.]

[Frankly, Hakkai had been so in deep with his own endeavors, and, unfortunately, the gambling den, he hasn't heard all of the details just yet. He knows something terrible happened, people were injured, and the man who keeps hassling him to look after himself was involved. Plus... you know. He works there. Sort of. Volunteers. Same thing.]

[He's greeted the Omen politely as usual. It's surprising to see the little pup turned into such a large creature. And it makes him wonder if Jeep might still be capable of turning into his other mode as well.]

[Hakkai hadn't entirely expected Daniel to be awake. As evidenced from the way he pauses in the doorway. Debating if he should step out or not.]

Ah - I hadn't meant to disturb you.

[tempredmental]

Hey.

[News traveled fast around here. Keith leaned against the doorframe, an expression that was somewhere between a concerned frown and an amused smirk.]

Looks like you're getting some downtime.

[ezra_of_lothal]

Ezra is frank about giving Daniel a visual once over as he drops into the chair that seems to be the visitation chair in Daniel's room.

"Hey," he greets back. "Do I need to quote your own advice back to you?" asks, just as directly, but with a hint of a grin.

He strongly suspects Daniel's gotten enough lectures on that front, actually.

[centi]

Sensei.

[ Ritsu bows in the doorway before entering, always so polite. It's weird, he hasn't really been going to class much so he isn't really considering himself one of Daniel's students, but the urge to still call him that is there. When he heard that Daniel got hurt... well, it never entered his head that Sensei might blame Shigeo, so unlike with everyone else, he isn't here to apologize on his brother's behalf, or for what he sees as his own role in things.

Instead he's brought a couple of volumes of Ranma 1/2 that he's been reading, and some poorly sliced fruit (cooking, Ritsu's other weakness) and a Get Well Soon card in neat kanji. The warmblood urge to give gifts is long past but here he is with these, awkwardly bringing them over as he stands by Daniel's bedside. ]

I brought these for you.

[strikefirster]

[Look. Johnny wasn't exactly good at visits like this. He had a track record of something terrible happening or not being there whenever it came to visits at the hospital. The fact that this was at Daniel's house is probably the only reason he's actually able to get through the door.

But he's here. And he's got two bags of food. One dripping onto the floor as he walks, and the other not, there's also a six pack of beer being held by a few free fingers.

He doesn't exactly kick in the door but his appearance is loud and abrupt. There was no other way Johnny could enter.]

Hey there, LaRusso.

Heard you got your ass kicked. Thought I'd come to show up to you know- take your mind off it.

[He's... Trying?]

keeping his wounds vague since i'm not done threading

[wannasmash]

Midoriya, doing his best impression of a mummy with the amount of bandages he's wrapped in, takes a while to wake up and visit Daniel. Considering his penchant for neglecting his own wellbeing when trying to save someone else, Daniel should be grateful his student is still in one piece. Midoriya is tempted not to answer his text at all, with the month he's been having, but it's rude not to announce a visit before showing up.

Uraraka would probably tell him he doesn't communicate enough when it comes to the hard stuff.

Midoriya doesn't quite feel up to starting Crenshaw cleanup, so he's here doing something less physically tiring. He follows Daniel's enlarged Omen to him. This is an odd sort of meeting, considering the last time they played out this scene, it was Midoriya laid up in bed and Daniel visiting him with well wishes.

"Sensei," he says quietly, setting down the melon he brought. "Can... can I get you anything?" He can't offer much more than fetching something, water perhaps, or cutting him a slice. Except-- "I can't heal you, but I... I can help fix up the dojo later..."