[ that's not what lucas is saying you fucking idiot. forget it. he's so stupid. caelus murmurs a 'thanks' and presses the sprite to a scratch-bruise-combo right at his temple, previously hidden under his hair. a hiss at the initial contact then he settles. ]
I know he's not my responsibility.
[ does caelus know anything, though? really? ]
But I can't see him in pain. I can't see anyone anymore. I have to get used to it, but I...
[Caelus is out here doing his best. He's just a little guy...
Lucas watches as he ices his bruise-scratch with a Sprite on this the eve of them all learning that at least 14 more people are going to have to rush to the grave at the last second. He's tired. Everyone is tired, he's sure.]
I am telling you that causing you pain is only going to put him in more pain. It has nothing to do with anger or responsibility. A boy who knows no other outlet than violence must be taught those other outlets, not allowed to lash out again and again.
[He'd almost made the same misstep, but had thought first to ask: does it help? And no was the immediate response he'd gotten. But. What's done is done for now, and he sets it aside.]
[ weeeeelp as that fight pc continues let's say caelus is actually gonna... not stand for a while. we're so glad he dragged himself to the church, but now he'll be sitting here for A Period of Time.
he'll clean up any blood he gets on the pew later. ]
Is it okay if I hang out here awhile?
[ lucas has no right to judge him. that has made his presence somehow incredibly safe. ]
[FUCKING HELP WHAT ARE YALL DOING OUT THEREEEE closes my eyes and closes caelus's eyes.
It's fine, though, Lucas will clean up the pew after he fckin carries Caelus over to the spring to dump him in for a heal. For now, he just sits, continues to sit there with his hands politely folded.]
You can stay as long as you'd like. Do you need any medical equipment to tide you over...?
[Any LETHAL GASHES or broken bones that need setting...]
[ nooooo lucas can't carry him!!! noooooo. of course if he passes out caelus doesn't have much of a say so it's a matter of time. either the lack of sleep or the confluence of exhaustion and karma will do him in. but nooooo, don't carry him. :pleading: that's embarrassing. so much worse than getting his ass kicked by a teenager. ]
It's okay. I'm sturdier than I seem. I'm the Galactic... Base...
[ ]
Baseballer... I heard about the new intel. [ somehow ]
We need a lot more dead. I was working on a letter to see if I could vaguely direct Lavi or Gale to Miss Kate. Not sure what...
[ ]
... to do now.
[ bleeding sluggishly from a shoulder gash but everything else seems to be hidden under his jacket for now. makes it easy. ]
[HELP. CAELUS REALLY OUT HERE LIKE I SIMPLY CANNOT BE CARRIED BY THIS FAIR TWINK OF A MAN.
He just listens as Caelus talks like he's on the verge of passing out which is so fair and valid of him. What a mood. Same.]
You can worry about those matters after you're healed. Sending out a letter now or later today likely won't make much of a difference, given the delay in delivery. I don't know if you're in much of a state to write anything, regardless.
[ caelus falls right onto lucas' shoulder. and he's out. i'm sorry. he's completely fucking gone to the world. honk-shooing like an angel. bleeding... also like an angel. lucas is free to ease him off and let him rest the rest off on the pew. he will go to the spring in the wee hours of the morning when nobody else should be there. for now, he sneep. and i prepare our tl for monday. ]
[CAELUS YOU BEAT UP NERD!!!!! Lucas will probably let him rest on his shoulder for a while at least until it's clear he's not waking up any time soon, and he will then shift to make a lil pillow for him of his jacket instead. Goodnight sweet sir.]
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[ that's not what lucas is saying you fucking idiot. forget it. he's so stupid. caelus murmurs a 'thanks' and presses the sprite to a scratch-bruise-combo right at his temple, previously hidden under his hair. a hiss at the initial contact then he settles. ]
I know he's not my responsibility.
[ does caelus know anything, though? really? ]
But I can't see him in pain. I can't see anyone anymore. I have to get used to it, but I...
[ sighing at himself. ]
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Lucas watches as he ices his bruise-scratch with a Sprite on this the eve of them all learning that at least 14 more people are going to have to rush to the grave at the last second. He's tired. Everyone is tired, he's sure.]
I am telling you that causing you pain is only going to put him in more pain. It has nothing to do with anger or responsibility. A boy who knows no other outlet than violence must be taught those other outlets, not allowed to lash out again and again.
[He'd almost made the same misstep, but had thought first to ask: does it help? And no was the immediate response he'd gotten. But. What's done is done for now, and he sets it aside.]
...What can I do to help you, in the meantime?
[Since Caelus is clearly not doing well, either.]
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he'll clean up any blood he gets on the pew later. ]
Is it okay if I hang out here awhile?
[ lucas has no right to judge him. that has made his presence somehow incredibly safe. ]
I don't want to worry anyone.
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It's fine, though, Lucas will clean up the pew after he fckin carries Caelus over to the spring to dump him in for a heal. For now, he just sits, continues to sit there with his hands politely folded.]
You can stay as long as you'd like. Do you need any medical equipment to tide you over...?
[Any LETHAL GASHES or broken bones that need setting...]
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It's okay. I'm sturdier than I seem. I'm the Galactic... Base...
[
Baseballer... I heard about the new intel. [ somehow ]
We need a lot more dead. I was working on a letter to see if I could vaguely direct Lavi or Gale to Miss Kate. Not sure what...
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... to do now.
[ bleeding sluggishly from a shoulder gash but everything else seems to be hidden under his jacket for now. makes it easy. ]
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He just listens as Caelus talks like he's on the verge of passing out which is so fair and valid of him. What a mood. Same.]
You can worry about those matters after you're healed. Sending out a letter now or later today likely won't make much of a difference, given the delay in delivery. I don't know if you're in much of a state to write anything, regardless.
[This man is out here looking like a pinata.]
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