[log] Pray and Take

[kokuyoyo]

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!

Comments

[junkyarddog]

All of them? [Ken doesn't seem to be asking out of reluctance, judging by how he promptly starts to shuck off his jacket and shirt; he's just asking for clarification. But already his face is starting to cloud as the pain he's in starts to set in, with no more distractions and the adrenaline ebbing away, and his movements with that arm are quickly turning stiff and awkward.

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.]

[kokuyoyo]

No... That's fine.

[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.]

[junkyarddog]

[Ken follows Chikusa without complaint, grimacing at the pain - but he's been through a remarkable amount of pain and physical injury in his life, and he bears up under this without any audible complaint. Not that he's not the sort to complain; this just doesn't seem worth it.

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.]

[kokuyoyo]

...I told you to stop….

[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.]

[junkyarddog]

[Ken follows Chikusa's directions, with a little huff.] Had to fight them, byon. [It's not much of a counterargument, but it's all he has. And, perhaps, all he has energy for considering the blood loss. He feels tired and woozy; if he doesn't up passing out, pushing a lot of liquids and nourishment right away - possibly both at once - will be a good idea.

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.]

[kokuyoyo]

[With Ken obeying those simple instructions, Chikusa gets up to his feet again. Most people wouldn’t see much of a change, but Ken is familiar with him. He should see how, even while slouching, Chikusa’s pace has sped up a little as he makes his way back into town.]

[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.]

[junkyarddog]

[Ken's not actually unconscious, though Chikusa won't be able to tell that from a distance. He's leaning against the overgrown structure behind him, eyes closed, because it feels better to have them closed while he's dizzy. But he's still awake, hand still clamped over his shoulder, and as Chikusa gets close enough for Ken's sharp senses to pick up on his familiar shuffling stride, Ken's eyes open and he perks up a bit.]

[kokuyoyo]

[It’s a weight off of Chikusa’s shoulders when Ken perks up, although it’d be hard for anyone to tell from his expression. Kneeling at Ken’s side, he places an apple on his lap before he starts to unscrew the canteen.]

Remove your hand.

[junkyarddog]

[Ken removes his hand even as he picks up the apple with the other, pulling out his cartridge - with no regard for the fact that his hand is smeared with his own blood - so he can eat it more easily. (Carnivore jaws aren't particularly suited for apple-eating.) He seems content enough to eat his food while Chikusa works, and it keeps him quiet.]

[kokuyoyo]

[First things are first, which means splashing a bit of water over the wound to clear away some of the blood and let him see things better. They’ve had this kind of song and dance before, so Chikusa isn’t particularly worried about Ken as he presses his fingers into skin and the wound itself to make sure there’s nothing still stuck inside. With how basic things are here and how violently Ken ripped out the wound… It’s a real concern.]

[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…

[junkyarddog]

[Ken makes a few displeased growling noises as Chikusa prods at his wound, but he holds remarkably still and doesn't actually offer any kind of resistance or objection to what his partner is doing.

At the words, he blinks at Chikusa.] I thought you said I'm a naturally aggravating person, byon.

[Well...he's not wrong.]

[kokuyoyo]

[...Yeah, he’s not wrong. Still. Chikusa nudges his glasses back up with the heel of his palm.]

I meant doing things that will bother the wound. That means no excessive movement…. Which means no fights.

[junkyarddog]

[Predictably, Ken whines.] I can't fight at all now?!

[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.]

[kokuyoyo]

It’s your own fault.

[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.

[junkyarddog]

You distracted me, byon! [Ken's voice is a sulky whine, but strangely that's a good sign here. Ken wouldn't be sulking over the injunction not to fight unless he was acquiescing to Chikusa's ultimatum. Chikusa's always been the only one besides Mukuro who can get him to obey, even if he doesn't have Mukuro's guaranteed success rate.

(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.)]

[kokuyoyo]

No.

[No blame is getting placed on him for this. Chikusa refuses.]

Move your arm a little... I want to make sure the bandages stay.

[junkyarddog]

What do you mean, no? [Ken huffs, but he doesn't press the point. He really doesn't care about blaming Chikusa, so much as deflecting blame from himself. So he's really only continuing to disagree at all because Chikusa's refuting him, and Ken only stops fighting when forced to. Either by someone giving him orders he's actually inclined to listen to, his body giving out on him, or his having triumphed over all visible opposition.

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?

[kokuyoyo]

It’s your own fault.

[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.