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deercountry2022-01-14 09:05 am
torpour) wrote in deercountry2022-01-14 09:05 am
[open] bad doggie!
Who: Nehan + OPEN (one thread closed to specific people)
What: Someone (Nehan) died before someone's (Nehan's...) birthday, and not of fun. Featuring the aftermath of said death, an angry squid, and a doctor who's bad at taking care of himself.
When: forward-dated to Jan. 19 and later
Where: Primarily in Nehan's house, but the death thread is set in the wilderness.
Content Warnings: Violence, beasthood, death, paleblood powers, traumatic memories of near-death experiences, some nudity, Nehan-typical self-loathing, mentions of sex, Jan. TDM-style body horror. More TBA as they come up.
a: squid time
b: cant sleep (cw: really morbid jokes)
c: winter mourning's last hurrah (nehan's memories/cw: eventual near-death experience)
d: the days after: achelliac (cw: nudity, self-loathing)
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[[ hit me with your best shot-- everything is a-ok and will match prose or action, but the actual boss battle is restricted to certain characters. nehan dies on the 19th, revives as a squid on the 22nd and is returned to his house on the same day, while his headcanon birthday is on the 20th. thanks to #justpalebloodthings, nehan can admit that his birthday is coming up to any palebloods. he is also a paleblood, so people can speak to him more freely as well.
people are free to come and go as they like. snooping is encouraged, but the basement is guarded by nehan's omen. i'm also open to changing the memory in prompt c. if we haven't threaded yet, we can just handwave the first meeting and nehan giving out his address. if you're unsure, just ask! ]]
What: Someone (Nehan) died before someone's (Nehan's...) birthday, and not of fun. Featuring the aftermath of said death, an angry squid, and a doctor who's bad at taking care of himself.
When: forward-dated to Jan. 19 and later
Where: Primarily in Nehan's house, but the death thread is set in the wilderness.
Content Warnings: Violence, beasthood, death, paleblood powers, traumatic memories of near-death experiences, some nudity, Nehan-typical self-loathing, mentions of sex, Jan. TDM-style body horror. More TBA as they come up.
a: squid time
[nehan's tub is modest by human standards. large for a man of his (usual) size, but massive for a little squid, almost transparent save for its rainbow-colored insides, the most prominent of which is sunshine-yellow. the squid is absolutely tiny, no bigger than an adult human's hand.
there's a grab bar attached to the wall next to the tub, and the edge of the tub opposite it, clearly for nehan's use when he's an erune, because what will a squid do with those? he cant even reach them. though he's definitely trying, swimming back and forth, and occasionally reaching out with a little tentacle in an attempt to reach it.
but of course, he cant reach it, and that frustrates the squid enough that he jets out a little bit of dark ink. literally farting in anger, this one is.]
b: cant sleep (cw: really morbid jokes)
[the evening after nehan's squid was retrieved from the water and returned to his house, he returns to normal. annoyed as he rises from inky water and having to clean himself, but still, he's a skinny, scarred erune again, without the additions he gained over the past months. an erune that needs a long, long nap, and will head straight to his bed to have said long nap without even drying his hair.
if anyone chooses to stay longer and keep vigil over the once-squid... well, no one is stopping you, not even the omen, who is guarding the door to the basement underneath the stairs, and will not move away.
nehan might not be too much of a host however, when he's bedridden, having gone through a traumatic death and unable to control his limbs well. every time his left arm or leg has a spasm, his expression twists into one of chagrin and irritation, and he clutches at the limb until it stops. he tries to lay under his bedding just to lessen it... but well. that doesn't work as well as he hoped, and it's not proper medical procedure, but when it comes to himself, nehan has never cared a goddamn bit. still...]
... Stay a little longer. Without anything to do, I'll have another death soon, and this time of boredom. [that was a joke. but it's bad and he knows it's bad.]
c: winter mourning's last hurrah (nehan's memories/cw: eventual near-death experience)
[there is a winter mourning in nehan's house, a wreath laying in the seat of an armchair in the living room, and despite looking innocent, it is still active. and if it's touched, instead of dragging some poor unsuspecting bastard into a dream, it drags them into a memory.
the nehan in this memory is an adult, just like the one in bed, recovering from his violent bout with death-- but he's also different. seemingly younger, more filled-out, less scraggly hair, and lacking in the eyepatch and crutch that has become nehan's signature. but his ears have much less fur on them and are tattered at the ends, the shadows under his eyes are darker, and he's sporting fresh bruises on his face, like he's just been in a brawl. or more than just a brawl-- he looks like he's been beaten within an inch of his life.
still, he's walking amongst a crowd that doesn't seem to notice him, in a crowded marketplace in a bustling town with airships flying high above them. he looks like he knows where he's going, and behind him... behind him is another nehan, walking much slower, bearing a crutch and an eyepatch-- the nehan most people know, by now.
he pauses when he notes he's not alone, turning around and ears twitching, then tilts his head towards his younger self as if to say come along.]
d: the days after: achelliac (cw: nudity, self-loathing)
[achelliac's usual clientele may be sailors, but at least they don't turn nehan away. and, as he finds out, some of his fellow customers are fascinated enough with him that he just decides to indulge them with what they want. even if he's here just to deal with the aches of his body that still linger after his rebirth. at least he's no longer suffering from muscle spasms.
the hot springs will deal with what other aches he gets in this place, in any case, that's why he's here-- get himself up to snuff so he can get back to work without problems.
making his way to the pool from the showers is always an adventure in going slow to accommodate his too-thin, too-scarred body and not slipping, just because he leaves his cane with his clothes (he needs a new crutch, a cane just isn't the same...). though he's right at the edge of the pool, he pauses when he sees another man there already.]
May I, or do you prefer privacy? [perhaps he should have asked that before he got naked...]
wildcard
[[ hit me with your best shot-- everything is a-ok and will match prose or action, but the actual boss battle is restricted to certain characters. nehan dies on the 19th, revives as a squid on the 22nd and is returned to his house on the same day, while his headcanon birthday is on the 20th. thanks to #justpalebloodthings, nehan can admit that his birthday is coming up to any palebloods. he is also a paleblood, so people can speak to him more freely as well.
people are free to come and go as they like. snooping is encouraged, but the basement is guarded by nehan's omen. i'm also open to changing the memory in prompt c. if we haven't threaded yet, we can just handwave the first meeting and nehan giving out his address. if you're unsure, just ask! ]]
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It would be a shame to kill the doctor though. Being sucked into the heat of battle, Childe didn't even try to think about it too much. But isn't there something wrong here? Usually Nehan would just bully him a little, not outright attack. The man has healed him, scolded him for not coming to him for medical assistance. And where he's relished in this fight, despite the rage he feels at himself for making so many amateur mistakes, if he kills him, will he be as strong as this when he resurrects?
Asking the important questions. There's so much they don't know about when it comes to death here.]
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it forces a grunt of pain out of him, blinking stars out of his eyes and coughing dust out of his mouth and nose.
but still, nehan tries to fight, digging his nails into childe's gauntlet and even trying to bite him, light magic already creeping into his bruises and wounds to try and heal him.]
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E͙͖̟n̟͔o͎͙͎u̡̻g̘̻͎h̻͇̻.̼
[It's worthy of respect, and Childe will show him that respect in kind- he takes the pain of claws finding nicks in his gauntlet as he winds back to punch Nehan in the gut as he holds him on the ground.]
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even if, logically, nehan thinks childe is done and will no longer fight.]
You're-- you're done?
[if childe isn't done, nehan wont be afraid of death, he never has been.]
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So he stands, to pin Nehan to the ground under his boot, only because he doesn't know if he lets him back up again, if he isn't going to go for a decisive blow that would put Childe in jeopardy. He's already tired and weak, and he's going to lose his transformation at any moment now. And once that happens, if Nehan has the strength- the Harbinger is pretty much dead.]
H͔̫̘a͙͇̙v͍̠e̦̙͕ y̠͙͕o̡͎͖u̡̠͜ r̫̻͖e̻̫͖t̙͚͚u̫̞r̻͔͚n̘͖e̡͕͍d͜͜ t͖͓͔o̺̫͉ n̢̪͉o͎̪̦r̘̫͔m̢̦̙a̠̦̫l͓͎̠ y͍͇̘e̘͎͚t͍͙̟?͖
[He asks, leaning over to scrutinize him. He's figured out now that something wasn't right.]
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which is nothing.
he lays on the ground like a broken little doll, breathing deeply, as much as childe's weight and the dust in his nose will allow, without coughing. then, eventually:]
You can take your foot off of me. I think you made me bleed and cough out the drug.
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H̠͙m̢̼͔.͖͉͉.̫̙̼.̺͕̞s͖͇͕o͓̼͖ t̫̟̦h͓͚͎a̢̠͔t̪͚͎'͕̘̠ș̻͉ w̼̝̦h̪̠̺a͓̟͕t͕͚̝ i̡̫͜t̢̺̺ w͚͇̙a̺͚̘s͎̻. N̙̙̠g̺̪̦h͎͖̘.͚͖̺.̫̼
[He feels his legs buckle under him, and he falls down to one knee- and the labored breathing is accentuated by how his celestial cape ripples more behind him as it floats there. The armor slowly starts to break apart, dark energy dissipating into the air as it disintegrates around him. Nehan can clearly see the work he's done now, green blood staining Childe's clothing, covering his chin and splattered on his cheek. The Harbinger instinctively falls to both knees now, grasping the shoulder that had gotten shot.]
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huffing and puffing, nehan fights to prop himself up onto his elbows, and looks at childe suffering on the ground nearby. a normal person would feel guilty for the damage they've done, but nehan does not-- what's done is done. but the erune waits until childe's transformation has ebbed away, and then he begins the long, slow process of crawling towards him.
for a status report, for one.]
Did I break anything? [only intense self-control and sheer experience with keeping himself together in times of extreme pain lets nehan speak this clearly. his voice may be soft, but he still manages to enunciate each word properly.]
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[He says, his laugh layered with pain, voice gravely and yet happy all the same. Childe looks up to see the erune slowly crawling towards him, looking far more normal than he did before. Though it's weird to see him without the cover over his eye.]
What an exhilarating battle. I never knew you held that kind of power.
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Don't get used to it. [nehan grunts as he hauls himself even closer to the human, like a little earthbound wraith. then he drops to the ground, glaring at childe.]
I'll heal you as long as you don't tell anyone about this.
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[He can see why he'd want to hide it. It's a drug, so if others found out about it and got a hold of it? That wouldn't be good.]
Guess you wouldn't let me try it sometime then, would you?
[It's a joke. But it's a not a joke. He would absolutely use it if it was given to him.]
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it's such a bad joke.]
It's forbidden to give it to anyone outside the clan. [which is a firm no.
then he reaches out and grabs hold of childe's shoulder, none-too-gently. let him really feel nehan's irritation before pushing what light magic he has left into the wound, the same warm sunlight magic.]
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Argh!!!! Come on, was that necessary?!
[Even so, his shoulder begins to feel better. He steadies his breathing and lets the man work, surprised that he's taking the time to heal him already after being so violently thrown into the ground. If Childe didn't know that Nehan would snap back at him for it, he'd tell him to heal himself completely first.]
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either way, nehan drops his arm back onto the ground and rolls onto his back, sighing.]
You'll need another doctor to give that stitches. [and he needs to lay here for a while until he has enough strength to heal himself, and then go home.
he could use venti right about now, as a free ride home.]
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You know, if you wanted to have a fight to the death, all you had to do was tell me, [He says, with a smile still on his face. He didn't mind, of course, but.] But I figure you're going to tell me why your eye isn't covered and why you don't seem to have that limp anymore, aren't you?
[As if Childe hadn't already figured it out by now- it was probably part of the shedding that had been happening to multiple people he knew already.]
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This is temporary.
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Alright. If that's something you want to keep to yourself, then so be it. I hope you won't hold it against me for not holding back on you, though...hahaha.
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And if you had killed me instead, I wouldn't have minded.