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[log] Pray and Take
Who: The losers involved in the Pray and Take quest
What: These mice robbers really didn't deserve any of this.
Where: Domina's Church
When: Day 13
Other: Mice murder, injury
So. The local church has been taken over by diminutive mice-like creatures armed with bows and way too many arrows. One way or another, some of the residents of Home have heard about this and are on their way to do something about this.... whether out of the goodness of their hearts or because they're a hot mess looking for a fight.
Good luck!
What: These mice robbers really didn't deserve any of this.
Where: Domina's Church
When: Day 13
Other: Mice murder, injury
So. The local church has been taken over by diminutive mice-like creatures armed with bows and way too many arrows. One way or another, some of the residents of Home have heard about this and are on their way to do something about this.... whether out of the goodness of their hearts or because they're a hot mess looking for a fight.
Good luck!
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Sure, there's some benefits. He guesses. There are beds
which he only uses if he's curled up with Chikusa in one, otherwise he prefers the floorand some forms of running water, sort of, and Ken's had more hot meals in the past week than he has for the past year before it. (People have been weird about it.) But as far as Ken's concerned, Kokuyo Land was infinitely superior. It had Chikusa, it had Mukuro, and nobody cared if he ate a bunch of junk food or found some weaklings to thrash when his energy levels got unmanageably high.He hasn't been able to take his energy and aggression out on anything since they arrived. He's considered going after some of the people at Home, but even without Chikusa's advising against it, he's got some brains of his own. He's stuck living with these people. And he doesn't want to be driven away from Home entirely, because this is the first place they wound up after being separated from Mukuro-sama. If they're going to find their way back to him - or, more likely, if he's going to find them - it feels like moving away from Home is putting greater distance between them. So he's not going to, and that may mean having to restrict his violence to elsewhere. And to things the residents of Home won't get mad at him for beating up.
So his ears had pricked right up when he heard the word 'bandits'. Bandits are bad guys! Nobody cares if bad guys get beat up! As short as the sentence 'leave it to me' is, Ken had already been accelerating toward the church fast enough that the usual 'byon' at the end of it was barely audible.
And in very short order, he's literally smashing into the church with wild abandon, hitting the doors so hard in Lion Channel that they fall flat to the floor with him crouched on top of them. His fangs are bared in a manic grin - which promptly transforms into surprise when he sees what he's up against.
He turns his head to look back over his shoulder.] Hey, Kakipi, they're mice!
[Mice with bows, Ken. The bows are the operative fact, and you will be shortly informed.]
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[Chikusa knows Ken well. They've been together for years, over a decade probably. Certainly, Ken's existence extends as far back as Chikusa can possibly remember. Thus, he's been more than aware of how cooped up Ken has been feeling. His partner is so obvious when it comes to his emotions that it wasn't particularly hard.]
[It helps that Ken is every way his opposite. Chikusa could lay down on the floor for hours, days even, but the fact that Ken is his opposite means he only has to think of what he'd never do and, well, Ken would do it. So: he knows that Ken has been gathering so much pent up energy that it's actually a little commendable that he hasn't lost his cool. Chikusa is thankful for that, and he should be more thankful that now they have an outlet for that energy.]
[But. Still.]
[On the other hand... Chikusa has to come along with him, which is energy he'd be perfectly happy not spending.]
[That's just how it is. It's not that they can't function perfectly well on their own, but there's not really any reason most of the time for them to do so. They're so intrinsically a partnered unit now that where one goes, the other does. Besides, they're here on their own for all that they're sharing a living space with (possibly) other people. It's best if they stick together and save Mukuro-sama the trouble.]
[That doesn't mean Chikusa has to like chasing after Ken, although he never really moves from a fast walk. Simple bandits, Ken can take care of, right? So he's still a bit away from the doors when Ken slams into them, and sighs.]
Then take care of them, Ken.
[Even Chikusa's raised voice isn't a raised one by most people's standards, but that's why Ken has sharper senses than most.]
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[And then Ken's whole body jerks as an arrow buries itself in the meat of his left shoulder, the rest of the insult cut off. Another skitters off the ground in front of him.
Ken's head snaps around to look at the new growth suddenly sprouting from his shoulder, and he stares at it for a moment or two in complete incomprehension. Pain and realization hit at about the same time, and rage is close enough on their heels that the sound he makes comes out as more of a roar than anything else.
He reaches up and yanks the arrow out - probably to Chikusa's horror, but too fast for him to tell Ken not to - and then he's bounding into the church, out of sight of Chikusa. Sounds of absolute pandemonium promptly ensue.]
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[Unlike Ken, staring uncomprehendingly, Chikusa is pushed into quick movement as the arrow quivers in its new sheathe. However, it’s not fast enough to stop Ken from being an idiot, and certainly not fast enough to stop him before he hauls off into the church.]
[Stumbling to a stop at the church, Chikusa tries to track down where his partner has gone.]
Ken!
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The inside of the church isn't actually ruined, but it's definitely a bit the worse for wear. Aside from Ken's own blood spattered on the floor, what he's doing to the mice is only adding more. A couple pews have tipped over - some seemingly by Ken, others of which mice are hiding behind in an attempt to take shelter long enough to put more arrows in Ken and, hopefully, take him down before he kills them all. But Ken isn't making hitting him easy. Upon realizing what kinds of weapons he's up against, he's become a blur of almost constant movement, offering a very poor target. As Chikusa watches, Ken bounds off the back of a pew to land in the middle aisle and swipes a mouse hard enough that it rolls and skids its way practically to Chikusa's feet.
If Ken's shoulder injury is slowing him down, it's not particularly noticeable. Adrenaline is likely allowing him to ignore it for the moment.]
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[Well, he’s fine enough to be a whirlwind of murder. Still, that doesn’t account for much. Him and Ken have both dragged themselves with broken bodies to fight.]
[Chikusa tries again, ducking behind a pew to avoid an arrow aimed towards him as he yells.]
Ken!
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Get away from Kakipi! [And he launches himself at the luckless mouse who fired the arrow Chikusa's way and swats them hard enough that their bow snaps in half.]
If you're gonna be in here then fight, stupid four-eyed kappa! [This he bellows at Chikusa.]
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Ken, get back here.
[Idiot is going to bleed to death, he swears.]
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Ken actually moves to chase them. At this rate Chikusa's going to have to hit him in the back of the head with a yoyo to get him to just stop already.]
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[For a brief second, Chikusa wavers on just… giving up, as usual. He doesn’t have the energy for this. In fact, this has already put a strain on things as it is. He could, theoretically, just go outside and lay under a tree and….]
[But now. There’s no telling if there’s anything on those arrows, or if Ken has been hit in a vital spot that he’s just ignoring. If Mukuro-sama were here, then he could take it easy. For all his showboating, he knows their leader would never let Ken get too hurt or in a bad place. You don’t give yourself up for prison for things you don’t care about. So without Mukuro-sama…]
[Reluctantly, Chikusa forces himself to move and get up onto his feet.]
Ken! You’re done.
[Don’t make him waste using his yoyos on you, you asshole.]
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This is Chikusa's 'this is important' voice. There's death harmonics in that voice. Either Chikusa is about to make something dead, or Ken's going to be dead if he doesn't listen to it and it might not even be Chikusa who kills him.
He glances once, restlessly, at the retreating mice, and then slinks back over to Chikusa, removing his cartridge once he gets close. He doesn't say anything, which is as clear an indication as his body language that he knows he might be in trouble; he simply gives Chikusa an uncertain look, waiting to see if he's in trouble or if the rest of the world is.
Blood's soaked his entire sleeve. Unfortunately, with his recent antics, he's kind of got blood in a number of places, especially on his arms, so it's hard to tell how much of it is his own. But his shoulder's still bleeding pretty freely, so odds are on 'most of it'.]
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You’re so troublesome…
[Best he can, he tries to find at least one dry spot on Ken’s jacket to pick at, just to see how much the blood sticks. Some days, he really hates that Ken has taken it upon himself to be the close combat member of their group.]
...We have to go outside. Take off your clothes.
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The wound on his shoulder, once revealed, is jagged where Ken tore the arrow out and still bleeding, though it's a smaller hole in Ken's hide than Chikusa might have feared.]
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[Assuming Ken will follow him, Chikusa shuffles out a decent distance away from the church. Not far down the path is something that's since been overgrown with a plethora of vegetation- a billboard? a mailbox? Chikusa has no idea. However, all the plantlife offers solid protection in case any of the mice come back, and Chikusa gestures for Ken to sit on the other side of it.]
Vision blurring? Hard to breathe? Numbness?
[He needs to get all of that out of the way, just to make sure if it's been poisoned that way. In that case, he'll have to search through the mice corpses to see if one of them has an antidote... But he's hoping that it was just a normal arrow.]
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He's starting to get lightheaded, though - being so active with that wound, as Chikusa predicted, wasn't smart. He's bled plenty, and he almost stumbles as he sits.]
Just dizzy, byon. [A fact Chikusa shouldn't be remotely surprised by.]
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[There’s an unspoken “idiot” in that sentence as Chikusa crouches down, fingers careful as he takes a look at the wound. The good news is that he can’t see too many splinters or anything, just jagged flesh because SOMEONE yanked it out with no foresight. That’s the only good news that can really be said for a gratuitously bleeding wound.]
...Press down on it with your palm. Hard. I need to get bandages….
[At least he suspects that won’t be too hard. If worst comes to worst, he can always steal what he needs. It won’t have been the first time for either of them.]
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He's not thrilled with Chikusa leaving him here while he gets bandages, but the fact that only his expression reveals this - and that he doesn't vocally complain - says that he recognizes and accepts, however grudgingly, that it's necessary.]
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[Surprisingly, it only takes around ten minutes before Chikusa is hurrying back with a basket in his arms. He was right about the Reverend managing to help him get what he needed, so there’s a full canteen, some bandages, and a bit of fruit that he’s carting. Even from a distance, he’s narrowing his eyes to see if Ken is still conscious. He should be, but Chikusa doesn’t place bets on things like this.]
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Remove your hand.
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[Bad news is that there are a few splinters. Good news is that, as someone who uses needles regularly, one of the things Chikusa carries on him is a pair of tweezers. It only takes a minute or so for him to clear out the wound, washing it again now and then with more water, before he’s satisfied. It’s as he goes to wrap things up that he speaks again.]
You’re going to have to not aggravate it, Ken…
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At the words, he blinks at Chikusa.] I thought you said I'm a naturally aggravating person, byon.
[Well...he's not wrong.]
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I meant doing things that will bother the wound. That means no excessive movement…. Which means no fights.
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[It's never easy to get Ken to sit still and let his injuries heal. Which can be a pain, since he's more prone to suffering physical injuries than any of them. Usually, though, Mukuro's authority helps enforce it.]
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[The amount of pity Chikusa has: in the negatives, not even a flat out zero. He adjusts his glasses, ignoring Ken’s whine.]
You’re the one who wasn’t paying attention and then yanked it out carelessly.
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(To be fair, Chrome can often make Ken cooperate, too. But usually she requests rather than insists, and in either case Ken huffs and insists he's doing it for Mukuro, not for her. Honestly, though, it's not likely Ken's fooling anyone but himself.)]
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[No blame is getting placed on him for this. Chikusa refuses.]
Move your arm a little... I want to make sure the bandages stay.
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At Chikusa's question, he rolls his injured shoulder - probably not the wisest kind of move to make, but he wants to test its flexibility and how much pain he'll be in when he moves it. He grimaces at it, but...it's bearable. The pull of the bandages make the movement slower and stiffer than he likes, though.] ...how long until I can fight again, byon?
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[Fight him on it. Or, rather, don’t, because Chikusa would really rather not waste energy on that idiotic kind of thing.]
[The question makes him sigh, but he does take consideration as he thinks it over.]
….It depends on how much you keep messing with it and moving around too much…. I’ll check every few days.
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His claws clack against the floor of the church as he enters, nose twitching and ears swiveling as he moves. He is on full alert and his head raises when he catches sight of the bandits. Which were mice armed to the teeth. He assesses them from where he was but doesn't take his eyes off from where he had spotted them.]
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Woof!
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[Dread pounds another one into the ground, almost literally. At this rate they'll have the trouble cleared out in no time flat.]
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She is, however, sitting in an out of sight location high in the rafters taking notes. How did she get up there without anybody noticing? Wouldn't YOU like to know?]
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Unable to really focus on the person (at least, it looked like a person), she threw one mouse-bandit against the wall and called out, ]
Uhm, are you all right up there?! This isn't really a safe--
[ As if to further prove her point, she dodged behind a pew to escape an arrow. ]
--a safe place, right now!!
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Yep, I'm good!
[Albeit somewhat impressed somebody noticed her. Zero and her group had NEVER noticed her. Then again, it was Zero, so.]
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Okay, so, why are you here?
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[She says, entirely too chipperly.]
Why are YOU here?
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[ From the corner of her eye, she noticed some more were prepping their arrows. With a huff, she charged after them. ]
I'm here for... pest control. I heard that these little things took over, so, I decided to help.
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I see, I see. I suppose you are getting something nice out of this?
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[ Another kick sent a mouse-bandit flying, and the others scurrying away from I-Pin. ]
We're all living here together, we might as well help one another.
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[She hums slightly under her breath as she takes notes.]
Though I must admit, it is awfully nice to watch people do nice things for the sake of doing nice things once in a while.
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Are things like that really uncommon for you?
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...They're mice?!
[ Cute, hooded mice armed to the teeth with bows and arrows. Before she could continue marveling at the absolute cuteness and ridiculousness of the scenario, her body twisted to avoid an oncoming shot. So. Mice with a better aim than her. She huffed, carefully placing her glasses into the one of the pews, and prepped herself to charge. ]