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hadriel_logs2017-11-03 09:25 am
puzzlingly) wrote in hadriel_logs2017-11-03 09:25 am
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(open) i will never find a way to heal my soul
Who: Atem and peeps. Open mostly, specially to anyone in the in the clinic.
What: Atem finally comes to after being attacked by Yukari, spends some time at the clinic being a massive grump, then goes home to grump a little more.
Where: Clinic / house 6-1
When: November 3rd- 14th
Warnings: Mentions of stitches and wounds ew, torture and blood. Other possible warnings in comments.
november 3rd | clinic | open to one trafalgar law
「He wakes. He wakes and all his being pushes him to scream, it is not possible for someone to withstand so much pain, so much cold. But he does not utter a sound. His body shivers from the cold, and he frantically looks around trying to get his bearings, trying to locate him, Yukari. He doesn't remember anything, just pain, and so much red, and the need to hurt that man as much as he possibly could, to stop him from going after someone else, then nothing, just nothing. He tries to sit up, failing completely, the ache down his chest forcing him to fall back onto the mattress and finally making him blurt out a pained cry.
It's been so long since he's felt this torment, this body is was not designed to endure so much punishment, it was a temporal vessel for his wandering soul. Why must he go through it all over again? Wasn't he done? Wasn't his time up? Why have they abandoned here...? Was he never good enough to move on, to go back home? -- Why is he here?!
Please end it, anyone, please just, end him.」
november 3rd - 12th | clinic | ota
「He should probably be sleeping instead of forcing himself to stay awake and even more so, forcing his dominant hand to play chess on his phone, or even to reply a few messages. Hell, he can barely hold the stupid phone, but he needs the distraction. Every time he goes to sleep, he sees his face, and then he remembers how stupid he was to give his trust away, again.
Meh, just meh...」
november 13rd - 14th | imported house 6-1 | open to bakura and anyone who asks idk (someone bring food to this child omg)
「Not being able to stay at the clinic any longer, because it is so damn depressing, Atem finally convinces them to let him go home, under the solemn promise that he would not do anything stupid. Like going outside and look for Yukari.
Being drained from the past days, he often finds himself simply sleeping, indulging into tiredness and allowing his vessel to regain its strength (not that he has many options controlling that...). But more than once, he finds himself bored to death and trying to get a hold of his cards, he can't. Having sliced through his fingers, trying to avoid Yukari's blade to go any further into his shoulder has made it impossible for now. It is so frustrating, so painful! 」
Dammit!
「It wouldn't be the first nor the last time during these days that he's absolutely tempted to toss his deck of cards to a close wall due sheer resentment, but he doesn't... Picking them up would be yet another pain in the ass.」
What: Atem finally comes to after being attacked by Yukari, spends some time at the clinic being a massive grump, then goes home to grump a little more.
Where: Clinic / house 6-1
When: November 3rd- 14th
Warnings: Mentions of stitches and wounds ew, torture and blood. Other possible warnings in comments.
november 3rd | clinic | open to one trafalgar law
「He wakes. He wakes and all his being pushes him to scream, it is not possible for someone to withstand so much pain, so much cold. But he does not utter a sound. His body shivers from the cold, and he frantically looks around trying to get his bearings, trying to locate him, Yukari. He doesn't remember anything, just pain, and so much red, and the need to hurt that man as much as he possibly could, to stop him from going after someone else, then nothing, just nothing. He tries to sit up, failing completely, the ache down his chest forcing him to fall back onto the mattress and finally making him blurt out a pained cry.
It's been so long since he's felt this torment, this body is was not designed to endure so much punishment, it was a temporal vessel for his wandering soul. Why must he go through it all over again? Wasn't he done? Wasn't his time up? Why have they abandoned here...? Was he never good enough to move on, to go back home? -- Why is he here?!
Please end it, anyone, please just, end him.」
november 3rd - 12th | clinic | ota
「He should probably be sleeping instead of forcing himself to stay awake and even more so, forcing his dominant hand to play chess on his phone, or even to reply a few messages. Hell, he can barely hold the stupid phone, but he needs the distraction. Every time he goes to sleep, he sees his face, and then he remembers how stupid he was to give his trust away, again.
Meh, just meh...」
november 13rd - 14th | imported house 6-1 | open to bakura and anyone who asks idk (someone bring food to this child omg)
「Not being able to stay at the clinic any longer, because it is so damn depressing, Atem finally convinces them to let him go home, under the solemn promise that he would not do anything stupid. Like going outside and look for Yukari.
Being drained from the past days, he often finds himself simply sleeping, indulging into tiredness and allowing his vessel to regain its strength (not that he has many options controlling that...). But more than once, he finds himself bored to death and trying to get a hold of his cards, he can't. Having sliced through his fingers, trying to avoid Yukari's blade to go any further into his shoulder has made it impossible for now. It is so frustrating, so painful! 」
Dammit!
「It wouldn't be the first nor the last time during these days that he's absolutely tempted to toss his deck of cards to a close wall due sheer resentment, but he doesn't... Picking them up would be yet another pain in the ass.」
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I'm not going to get into whether or not there is an afterlife, but...that sucks.
[as much as he claims not to care about other people, it does happen, and Law listens with a slow nod, understanding. As much as other people have influenced his life since then, some part of him also wants to do his father proud. Maybe that's why he's still a doctor, and not just a pirate.]
That's what makes me wonder, about those dreams. If it was meant to make us look back, on top of just making us feel things.
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「He appreciates the concern, but cannot get stuck on that for too long or he will never come back from it.」
That's a good question. Why don't you go ask them?
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[all things considered he'll take Atem's gods over the present ones or his own, thanks]
I don't remember seeing too many people from here, there. But...if I can ask you not to mention any of my past to anyone else, that would be appreciated. No matter how much of it was just a dream, you still know more than I've ever told anyone, here or elsewhere.
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I'm a tomb.
「Lol, get it? Tomb? Dead? Hahaha... Damn.」
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Appropriately deadpan]
...right. Well.
How do you feel? Has the medication helped?
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At the question, he look a little surprised.」
... I didn't notice it didn't hurt nearly as much. I guess that means it helped.
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[OOPS?!]
It should be effective for several hours. When it wears off, if the pain is too much to stand, let me know. [meaning yes, he's not leaving the clinic, he'll be here] Your wounds were pretty severe, but you'll heal just fine. I kept the stitches small for your shoulder, the scar won't be nearly as obvious as... [well. his. over here]
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Really...? Tch, you lousy pirate. Glad you didn't have to test them on anyone before.
「Said in the best way possible.」
Ah, battle scars. Gonna impress the ladies.
「... shut up.」
You should rest, you look horrible too. Sorry about your shirt...
「Nope, he will try not to bother him more than he has already. Because he's dumb.」
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Be glad you have something strong enough.
[oh, right, the shirt. He looks down at the stains. Well, wouldn't be the first time he's washed blood out of a perfectly good garment]
It's no big deal. I snagged this in the last round of new arrivals, it's no real loss.
[saying nothing about resting. He's got work to do, but at least now that Atem is awake, the hard part is complete.]
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I am. Thank you, Trafalgar...
「He does take a mental note to replace that t-shirt for him.」
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[they've gone back and forth and usually he'd let people call him whatever they want to, but Atem gets permission. After all that, how could he not?]
If you need anything, tell me. I mean it - anything.
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I had it backwards didn't I?
「Oops.」
I... actually do need something...
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[because they're not special, so there.]
What is it?
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「Does he look a little sheepish? He might be.」
My real name.
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[like that?]
I suppose that means you'd like your necklace back. I don't have it on me, it's somewhere safe in my apartment. I can get it when I get time to go and change.
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No, no more. He knows. I told him. I couldn't let him have all that power over me, besides, he was going to find out sooner or later.
「He knows who
his bbf voldemort」Don't worry about it. I can wait.
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[the one person in all of this he hasn't spoken to. But hey, at least he can trust that Bakura's injuries are taken care of. Right?]
Until then, rest. I don't have a way to do transfusions so you'll have to rebuild your strength the old-fashioned way - sleep and food.
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He would shift into a much more comfy position, but he's going to actually listen to this guy and try not to move that much, this one will have to do.」
Alright, doc. 「Watch him close his eyes, being a good kid.」
Captain doc...
Doctor pirate...
Super surgeon captain...
...
You should have tested... those things... Law...
「He hadn't realized how truly tired he was until he loosened up a little, and it doesn't take him that long to shut up and for his breathing to become deeper and paced. Goodnight, yo.」
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