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i wonder what went wrong so that she had to roam the streets
Date & Time: July 13th, evening
Location: Near the native hospital
Characters: Halfpipe (
sweetling) and Law (
100hearts)
Summary: Halfpipe has a run-in with an Exile that leaves her bleeding. Luckily there is a certain doctor around to save the day.
Warnings: Violence/gore, discussion of gore, possible discussion of sexual content because Halfpipe, foul language... with these two you may as well put down every one in the book.
She got restless at night.
She knew better, of course, than to go a-wandering round the city without protection. She'd found a crowbar to thrust through her belt and a jacket long enough to hide it and thick enough to keep the rain off of her skin, still bare from lack of clothing to fit her tastes. She was a scrappy little thing, knew how to hold her own on a street. And she wasn't even out to solicit--she would be fine.
Halfpipe had gotten plenty of weird looks, sure. People didn't look quite so colorful in Exsilium as they had in Outer City. Whatever, she'd figured; if she was strange-looking to them, maybe they'd leave well enough alone.
She was wrong.
A sleazy fatso in an old hoodie whistled at her walking by in her thigh-high boots; Halfpipe snorted, flipped him the bird. Never had that been enough provocation to set a two hundred and fifty pound man on her with a knife. Yet that was what happened.
She left him with a concussion, a broken collarbone, and a K.O., in return for taking his shank and a couple teeth--quite generous, for her standards--but she still found herself bleeding quite a bit. Nothing I can't handle, she'd thought, scowling. Not after Beezal had wrecked her face, at least. And so she coughed blood into her fingers and pulled her jacket tight around the stab wounds in her bare stomach, and started to head for temp housing, where she'd stashed a sewing kit that would do the trick well enough.
Halfpipe thought about going to the native hospital when she passed it--but no. They wouldn't help her. So she kept walking, breathing heavily, blood dripping down her legs.
Location: Near the native hospital
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Summary: Halfpipe has a run-in with an Exile that leaves her bleeding. Luckily there is a certain doctor around to save the day.
Warnings: Violence/gore, discussion of gore, possible discussion of sexual content because Halfpipe, foul language... with these two you may as well put down every one in the book.
She got restless at night.
She knew better, of course, than to go a-wandering round the city without protection. She'd found a crowbar to thrust through her belt and a jacket long enough to hide it and thick enough to keep the rain off of her skin, still bare from lack of clothing to fit her tastes. She was a scrappy little thing, knew how to hold her own on a street. And she wasn't even out to solicit--she would be fine.
Halfpipe had gotten plenty of weird looks, sure. People didn't look quite so colorful in Exsilium as they had in Outer City. Whatever, she'd figured; if she was strange-looking to them, maybe they'd leave well enough alone.
She was wrong.
A sleazy fatso in an old hoodie whistled at her walking by in her thigh-high boots; Halfpipe snorted, flipped him the bird. Never had that been enough provocation to set a two hundred and fifty pound man on her with a knife. Yet that was what happened.
She left him with a concussion, a broken collarbone, and a K.O., in return for taking his shank and a couple teeth--quite generous, for her standards--but she still found herself bleeding quite a bit. Nothing I can't handle, she'd thought, scowling. Not after Beezal had wrecked her face, at least. And so she coughed blood into her fingers and pulled her jacket tight around the stab wounds in her bare stomach, and started to head for temp housing, where she'd stashed a sewing kit that would do the trick well enough.
Halfpipe thought about going to the native hospital when she passed it--but no. They wouldn't help her. So she kept walking, breathing heavily, blood dripping down her legs.
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The man had been crying when Law cut him into pieces. His 'Room' turned the alleyway a tinted blue shade. Intentionally, Law guided his hands through the air and stuck different parts of the man's body to the walls of the alley, just as Halfpipe had started walking down in his direction. His eyes followed the darkness of the alley, ignoring the pleas of the man as he struggled, trying to move the separate parts of his body. Understandably, it was terrifying--but, the dog simply barked at Law, looking up at him and wagging his tail.
"Hm," Law made a noise, acknowledging Halfpipe's presence. "You look a wreck. How long have you been walking like that, miss?"
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"Shit," she swore at seeing the pieces of the man tacked to the wall--not bleeding. Transport, she thought. A psycho Transport.
"Look, man, I don't want any trouble, alright?"
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When he turned, his tattoo came into clear view. He only wore an open white smock from his earlier shift, along with a pair of black jeans.
"You're overreacting," Commented the dark doctor slowly, leaning his now sheathed sword over his shoulder. The man screamed and he ignored it, in favor of taking a look at the blood running down Halfpipe's hip and leg.
"I don't have any reason to screw with you."
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Well, she was gonna need an explanation.
"How do I know that, if I don't know what you sliced 'n' diced that guy for?"
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"I don't really care what you think. If you give me a reason to retaliate, then I'll understand your concern."
His eyes fell to her side, again.
"As for that stab wound, it looks like you'd have good reason to be worried about confronting anybody."
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Halfpipe's eyes dropped to where her coat hung open, revealing three stab wounds of varying depth that dripped down her leather shorts.
"Yeah, well, I got a reason to be concerned here. I'm fallin' to pieces enough without you helping. You gonna shut him up at all? You're gonna draw attention and the locals ain't gonna be happy."
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"But, it doesn't matter."
Said as casually as possible, Law watched as the dog barked again and stepped a bit closer to him. Seemingly uncaring, Law pointed down the alley and the dog looked, almost understanding his gesture.
"Hurting you while you're injured wouldn't really interest me anyway, even if I had a reason to have a confrontation with you. So, how about this--I'm a doctor. If I stitch you up properly, how about you get me something to eat?"
It was as thinly veiled a request he could make to see if he could get that dog some food, too.
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"How does it not matter? Fuck, how is he even still alive?" she wondered. "We can talk about stitches and food when you tell me that."
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"I'm an operation man," He said, easily enough. Law didn't care much for explaining his powers, but one could say he was bored solid out of his mind. "To make it simple, if I want to cut somebody without hurting them, I can--as long as they're in my operating room."
He emphasized this by reaching over and tugging his fingers through the air, the man's body parts coming off of the walls and spinning through the neck of the alley freely. The man couldn't scream--too tired to do a thing. The dog barked in the direction of the limbs, eventually growling whenever a body part grew too close. It was evident the dog didn't exactly like him.
"I have control over this whole space. Like I said, you'd know if I had a reason to hurt you. I wouldn't need to lie or screw with you at all, since you're already in my Operating Room."
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Despite how vulnerable being within his space made her, she sighed and leaned down to pet the dog.
"Alright, doc. Stitch me up. Not like you can do me much worse than I already am."
Despite the rain, she shrugged off her coat, her bloody crowbar clattering to the ground, revealing that underneath she was dressed in little more than black leather lingerie and tall boots. "I might pass out on you, though. Getting to that point."
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"We'll see," He commented, turning and extending his arm so Halfpipe could take it. Making someone walk on their own seemed unreasonable, especially when he was offering them medical care.
"I was interested in investigating a few new abilities of mine. If you pass out, then food may just have to wait."
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"I'm gonna bleed on you," she warned, but took his arm anyway. At the last second she reached down to scoop up her coat and crowbar; they'd be too much hassle to replace.
"New abilities? Ugh. I hate being a guinea pig."
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"If you're interested," Law droned on, knowing a good way to distract from pain was to distract with worse pain. The pain of having to listen to him start an overwhelmingly boring explanation about his new abilities would have to suffice.
"I turned in my weapon to the armory and got a new one. I can make my blood into either a sedative, a powerful anti-biotic or a painkiller," As created by little sterile syringes he could summon from his fingertips. All in all, he was satisfied by the efficiency of the power, but his interest was in seeing results with healthy patients.
"You might like the sedative," He quipped dryly, imagining the stab wound was taking its toll in spades. "Judging by that blood loss, you've been walking with it long enough that your muscles are probably in fair condition. I don't mind the blood itself, but it'll be a pain if your legs give out, so tell me if you feel them numbing up."
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Pain was not anything new to her, but it was not something she sought, either. "Didn't know you could trade in your weapon, though."
Useful info, if she ever got tired of her own special brand of sex magic.
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His 'room' had its own conveniences outside of combat and basic medicine.
"But, that's nothing I'm too interested in talking about."
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"I'm pretty sure that wasn't a hallucination, but I'm starting to think I've fallen down the rabbit hole into a shitty horror movie. What are you interested in talking about?"
Despite her horror movie comment, she lurched forward towards the table and huffed as she heaved herself into a sitting position on top of it. Under the light he'd notice not only the trio of stab wounds, but a mostly-healed strand of stitches trailing vertically down from just under her breasts to her hip.
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"That aside, I have no inclination to start a topic I know interests me. I'll get bored, knowing the extent of what I want to say," He finished--drying his hands. Rather than putting on a set of rubber gloves, Law actually let his skin 'glisten' a little. His new-found ability sterilized his skin, coating it with a thin layer of its own protection.
From his index finger, the metallic tip of a syringe came out. A little translucent glass surface rose up, showing a clear liquid filling up inside his finger, "More so, you can talk about what you want. If you surprise me and I find myself really interested, then it'll be better than if I bore you."
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"Most people don't get bored talking about what interests them," she commented wryly, pausing to breathe. Passing out was becoming a more viable option now. "Of course, most people also don't have weird warp abilities or syringes for fingers or take a dog home after they cut up some dude.
"Which is odd, by the way. Why the dog?"
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"I cut him up because he kicked the dog," Law droned on, removing the syringe and breaking it off of the tip of his finger. He disposed of it in the disposal bin on the wall aside from himself, his finger regenerating back to what it had been before. "As for my interests--I want to keep them interesting. I don't enjoy drawling on about something I like, since I'll eventually find a flaw in it and it'll bore me to death soon after. If I keep finding new and interesting things by experimentation..."
He raised his hand up, pulling a hook needle and thread from his pinky finger, as if they were just under his skin, "...That would be better."
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Halfpipe kept her eyes on his face instead of his needle a blinked, her eyelids feeling heavy despite the lack of sedative. "Flaws don't make things boring," she replied. "Flaws are the most interesting part."
A strange man this was, indeed.
She glanced at the dog sitting happily and curiously on the floor, tilted her head. "You cut a guy to pieces because he kicked a dog, so that makes you either one ruthless fuck or one unparalleled softie. Probably both."
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He didn't give her warning as to when he was going to start. The hooked needle went in twice and he began pulling at her wound as carefully as possible, his stitches going in with the sole purpose of keeping the wound as closed as possible. Infection was one thing that was altogether possible, but it could be prevented with maintenance, cleanliness and tight stitches.
Ignoring Halfpipe's second comment, Law continued on, "Flaws in what you enjoy can shorten the time that you'll actually enjoy them. Ignorance is bliss, isn't it?"
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It was all she could keep to do from jumping and squealing when the needle jabbed her; it was then that Halfpipe decided she'd better keep her eyes on his hands, even if it was more uncomfortable that way. She did not miss his ignorance of her last comment, and threw a short glimpse to the happily panting dog before returning her gaze to the threading needle.
"But nothing is flawless, so you gotta love things despite it. That, or accept the fate of forever becoming disenchanted with the things you enjoy."
Which Halfpipe was suspecting that Law had done.
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"There's no need to worry about me becoming disenchanted by anything. It's already happened."
The best things in his life, anyway.
"Done," He finished with the skill of a world famous surgeon. Law could do heard and lung surgery in the depths of the ocean in a constantly rocking submarine, after all.
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She watched her wound close up almost magically and clicked her tongue, prodding gently near the stitches. "Bang-up job, and I didn't even die. Thanks."
At which point she dare to give her first big grin of the night.
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"What blood type are you?"
He would have to know so he could adjust the platelets himself.
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that icon makes me think she's looking at law and drooling
she is actually telling a teenage boy to "not go schizo on her," but close enough
i still think i'm 101% right
yes ok
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