tsuru is currently following behind mikazuki immediately after the cyoa return. he is giving him at least ten feet of space as he follows behind him, but he'll make sure that distance does not widen. ]
[tsuru is welcome to follow - and mikazuki doesn't stop him, but he also doesn't stop for anyone. it'll probably be a little clearer now that they're further away from the public eye and mikazuki keeps walking that he is favoring his right leg considerably. the blood and pool water follow after him, but the left side has a more saturated red.
when he makes it to his room, his fingers find the key and open the door. he spares once glance behind him, as though acknowledging tsurumaru is there -
and leaves the door open for him as he walks through.]
[ you could have said he just locked the door and then tsuru would be stuck camping outside
anyway. he follows in after and shuts the door behind him. tsurumaru doesn't walk much further into the room though, instead keeping an eye on the way mikazuki moves, like he's doing the mental math of how much he can get away with avoiding healing.
still, he doesn't say anything or do much else for the moment, and simply just waits to see what the other's next move is. ]
[mikazuki will enter the room and - pause. if he doesn't need to take another step further then, at least for now, he won't. but he will maintain his gaze elsewhere for a moment, before he makes a request - ]
I wish to cleanse, until Shinobu Kocho might be contacted to see that these injuries don't fester.
he walks over, practically immediately, and he pauses once he reaches him. ]
Is there a reason you left before they could ask for healing?
[ tsurumaru could very easily ask for one of the staff himself, but. mikazuki wasn't against healing his face wound, so it's not like he's against the concept in general.
either way, if mikazuki doesn't cause too much of an issue, tsuru will at least move to carefully remove his clothing. ]
[mikazuki will allow it then - and tsurumaru will start to see the full extent of the damage as he removes the outer layer of mikazuki's kimono. it's slashed through at the left shoulder, as though something was embedded in it. something else impaled him through his gut - more shallow, but enough to draw blood. as mikazuki shifts his weight, tsurumaru will more easily catch that his left leg had been crushed.
he probably shouldn't have been walking on it.
yet his expression remains impassive, and his eyes shut as he measures out his words but ultimately - ]
... I am not myself.
[something feels wrong - and if he is not mikazuki munechika in his entirety then...]
So I do not wish for this form to be at its strongest, until I am.
[he can endure the pain until he trusts himself again]
She was in the place we were taken - and at some point, we became separated. At times, I would remember, and search for her. Even if it was a trick... I did not want to take the risk and abandon her.
[like what if they just left behind bob-chan-san in a cyoa, wouldn't that be wild or what]
... though after something happened, I stopped looking for her. I did not care. What happened to her, or Kim Dokja, or Aikawa.
[and he says it almost with a thrum of distaste. discomfort.
for mikazuki munechika, who cares for everyone at all times, how can that be any further from his truth?]
[ whatever he feels about the fate of his chicken, fake or not, doesn't show on his face.
instead, he'll return to where mikazuki is. he sets the extra towels onto the bed, and picks up one to press it against mikazuki's skin to start cleaning him. ]
Will you tell me what happened that made you stop?
[he allows it, and for a long moment he is quiet.]
On occasion, they would show us a blue light. If enough of the lights gathered together, something would shift. We were all separated and sent to different parts of an island, the first time. The manor caught fire, the second time. At another moment, while scaling a cliff, the lights returned and -
[ . . . ]
From there, it felt strange.
Until time reversed itself, and we began the loop over again, I felt... an aggression that was not mine.
[a glance to tsurmaru, almost wondering]
... is it?
[he's not aggressive, is he?????? it's beginning to be hard, to tell up from down]
[ his hand stills, and he glances up from his work to look mikazuki in the face. ]
No.
[ mikazuki munechika is a lot of things, and not all of them are good, but tsurumaru would not call him aggressive. even when he raises his blade against his friends, tsurumaru would still not call him that.
They are likely to be in better shape than you right now. They've been healed.
[ he takes his time to get a closer look at mikazuki's sounds, thinking how they definitely need shinobu to at least make sure this doesn't get worse. ]
Emotionally, I'm not sure. I went after you fairly quickly.
but he steps away to go grab more clothes, looking down at the puddles of blood and water that mikazuki had dragged in. he makes a mental note to clean that later. ]
it's just for a second, and he resumes shifting through what's in the closer to pull out a suitable outfit for mikazuki. tsuru wanders back, sets the yukata onto the bed, and resumes his inspection of the other. gently, gently. ]
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tsuru is currently following behind mikazuki immediately after the cyoa return. he is giving him at least ten feet of space as he follows behind him, but he'll make sure that distance does not widen. ]
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when he makes it to his room, his fingers find the key and open the door. he spares once glance behind him, as though acknowledging tsurumaru is there -
and leaves the door open for him as he walks through.]
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anyway. he follows in after and shuts the door behind him. tsurumaru doesn't walk much further into the room though, instead keeping an eye on the way mikazuki moves, like he's doing the mental math of how much he can get away with avoiding healing.
still, he doesn't say anything or do much else for the moment, and simply just waits to see what the other's next move is. ]
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I wish to cleanse, until Shinobu Kocho might be contacted to see that these injuries don't fester.
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they exist]
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he walks over, practically immediately, and he pauses once he reaches him. ]
Is there a reason you left before they could ask for healing?
[ tsurumaru could very easily ask for one of the staff himself, but. mikazuki wasn't against healing his face wound, so it's not like he's against the concept in general.
either way, if mikazuki doesn't cause too much of an issue, tsuru will at least move to carefully remove his clothing. ]
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he probably shouldn't have been walking on it.
yet his expression remains impassive, and his eyes shut as he measures out his words but ultimately - ]
... I am not myself.
[something feels wrong - and if he is not mikazuki munechika in his entirety then...]
So I do not wish for this form to be at its strongest, until I am.
[he can endure the pain until he trusts himself again]
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[ saying "i am not myself" in a place where people get possessed to murder each week is not exactly a good look.
but he will continue to remove the rest of his clothes, moving as carefully as possible to not further aggravate his injuries. ]
Sit down so you are not on that leg. I'm going to get a washcloth to clean you.
[ he can't shove mikazuki into the bath like this but he can at least soak a towel and bring it here. ]
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.... I left behind your chicken.
[bob-chan-san is fine, for the record, but]
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pauses ]
You what?
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[like what if they just left behind bob-chan-san in a cyoa, wouldn't that be wild or what]
... though after something happened, I stopped looking for her. I did not care. What happened to her, or Kim Dokja, or Aikawa.
[and he says it almost with a thrum of distaste. discomfort.
for mikazuki munechika, who cares for everyone at all times, how can that be any further from his truth?]
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[ whatever he feels about the fate of his chicken, fake or not, doesn't show on his face.
instead, he'll return to where mikazuki is. he sets the extra towels onto the bed, and picks up one to press it against mikazuki's skin to start cleaning him. ]
Will you tell me what happened that made you stop?
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On occasion, they would show us a blue light. If enough of the lights gathered together, something would shift. We were all separated and sent to different parts of an island, the first time. The manor caught fire, the second time. At another moment, while scaling a cliff, the lights returned and -
[ . . . ]
From there, it felt strange.
Until time reversed itself, and we began the loop over again, I felt... an aggression that was not mine.
[a glance to tsurmaru, almost wondering]
... is it?
[he's not aggressive, is he?????? it's beginning to be hard, to tell up from down]
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No.
[ mikazuki munechika is a lot of things, and not all of them are good, but tsurumaru would not call him aggressive. even when he raises his blade against his friends, tsurumaru would still not call him that.
he returns to the task. ]
And you still feel it then?
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[ . . . his brow furrows, as he seems to realize something belatedly.]
... Kim Dokja and Aikawa. They are alright?
[and then he frowns more, as if displeased with himself for thinking to check only now]
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[ he takes his time to get a closer look at mikazuki's sounds, thinking how they definitely need shinobu to at least make sure this doesn't get worse. ]
Emotionally, I'm not sure. I went after you fairly quickly.
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... and emotionally -
How are you?
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Why would anything be wrong? I'm taking care of someone very dear to me.
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and finally, finally, there is a ghost of a laugh. not quite, but it is there in his sigh.]
.... one could say I have had rather poor luck lately.
[one could
suggest that]
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[ simply atrocious. the only way it can go more south is if he's dead by this weekend, even if oocly i would kill you.
he places his hand against mikazuki's cheek for a moment. ]
You should stop leaving my sight. Things happen when you do.
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Claude may grow jealous.
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[ he glances over at the closet, thinking that he needs to find spare clothes for him. he sets the thought aside for just now to just
press a kiss to the top of his head. gentle, gentle. ]
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anyway,]
Have we begun to lose track of our tale, my crane?
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[ it's not true.
but he steps away to go grab more clothes, looking down at the puddles of blood and water that mikazuki had dragged in. he makes a mental note to clean that later. ]
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honestly, probably to the moon out by the engawa.
it will prompt him to ask - ]
What do you believe is the core of your heart, Tsurumaru Kuninaga?
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it's just for a second, and he resumes shifting through what's in the closer to pull out a suitable outfit for mikazuki. tsuru wanders back, sets the yukata onto the bed, and resumes his inspection of the other. gently, gently. ]
Why do you ask?
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