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hugtopia2019-11-02 08:44 pm
shroudedsecrets) wrote in hugtopia2019-11-02 08:44 pm
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[text] ; a few days after the breach is sealed
Greetings.
The conditions outside of the barrier are extremely poor, confirming what had been indicated to us previously. The atmosphere is heavy, and full of toxins, and currently uninhabitable.
I have attached some images for those who may be curious.
Be aware, however, that for those of you who might have the ability to withstand such conditions in your previous universes, it will still pose a danger to you here.
... That is all.
[And as the text indicates, attached to this fairly open message are quite a few snapshotted images, and even a brief shaky video or two taken of the outside just beyond the breach, indicating the state of the wall from the outside just before the repairs were completed.
A few shots focus on the conditions of the broken and corroded buildings, ones that indicated that the city had once been larger. One of these shots even captures an odd looking small lizard, hiding among the rubble.
There's a few wider shots of the area, revealing some bleached bones of a large, unidentifiable creature among empty expanses of dry, cracked wasteland, a little further off.
Lastly there seem to be slightly blurred images of some of the monster activity, from further away.]
The conditions outside of the barrier are extremely poor, confirming what had been indicated to us previously. The atmosphere is heavy, and full of toxins, and currently uninhabitable.
I have attached some images for those who may be curious.
Be aware, however, that for those of you who might have the ability to withstand such conditions in your previous universes, it will still pose a danger to you here.
... That is all.
[And as the text indicates, attached to this fairly open message are quite a few snapshotted images, and even a brief shaky video or two taken of the outside just beyond the breach, indicating the state of the wall from the outside just before the repairs were completed.
A few shots focus on the conditions of the broken and corroded buildings, ones that indicated that the city had once been larger. One of these shots even captures an odd looking small lizard, hiding among the rubble.
There's a few wider shots of the area, revealing some bleached bones of a large, unidentifiable creature among empty expanses of dry, cracked wasteland, a little further off.
Lastly there seem to be slightly blurred images of some of the monster activity, from further away.]
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[He huffs and the banging in the kitchen quiets down. He's hard at work after all and there's only so much anger smashing he can do before it actually becomes a detriment to his cooking. And he is cooking at the moment. He's got chicken soup simmering on the stove and it's about to be done in a few minutes. He's got soe trays and some freshly baked bread that he needs to let rest a moment or two longer before he slices into it. And he's got two trays out and ready to go once he's done yelling at their recipients.]
Next time you want to do something so stupid, at least tell us first so we can mock you properly for it.
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[Pratical he says, but she sure hasn't forgotten the incident with his stitches, so perhaps it was almost enough of an impasse. Perhaps the reduced noise on his end is a good sign. Maybe she can just let her eyes close for a moment despite all these other messages showing up.
Food, as ever, is the last thing on her mind. She's not even anticipating it.]
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These idiots. Taako can't believe what they've gone and done, and yet he can. If he was predisposed to not caring so much about his own survival as a lich and a nearly immortal space elf, maybe he would have done the same.
But nope. Once was enough. He's done with putting himself on the line for the betterment of others. Noooo thank you.
About 20 minutes after Honerva's last message, there's a loud, sharp knock at the door.]
Open up, Catastrophe Cathy! Lemme in!
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The temporary quiet had allowed her to doze off unexpectedly, the light on the tablet still indicating unread messages. Questions for more clarification, questions about well being, with scoldings nestled in between.
The light is off in the room, but the door is unlocked. Of course the knock was loud, enough to startle her with her sensitivity to everything, disoriented from when her thoughts had started to wander. Was he back to not using her name again? Was this more of his weird punishment? It takes a moment or three before he gets any kind of answer from her--honestly she nearly starts typing instead-- before she shakes herself with a cough and manages a near rasp that's practically a whisper.]
... it is... not locked.
[Like hell she's getting up. At least she's in her actual bed, even if she's all tucked up in the corner of it, hunched up and pale and miserable. Probably shouldn't be that wrapped up with a fever but when you were hot and cold at the same time it was hard to know how to deal.]
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[Taako sweeps into the room, the tray balanced on one hand, but he's notably quieter than he was before. Her throat has been ravaged by coughing, the fever has probably still not broken, and with one look at her, he knows she's still feeling about as bad as she looks.
This is a justifiable punishment for playing fast and loose with her health and well-being, but that doesn't mean he wants to see her like this. He sighs and nudges the door closed behind him, padding across the room to her bedside.]
Look, you don't have to eat it if you don't want to, but I made too much and you might as well eat something. Feed a cold, starve a flu or whatever that saying was.
[He lowers the tray to where she can get at it, pulling the lid off to reveal a hearty bowl of chicken soup and a hunk of fresh brown bread.]
You feel up to it?
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[Honerva moves slightly at his approach, so she can be better positioned to look at the tray properly when he places it for her. It was always difficult for her to recognize the presence of her appetite on even normal days, and those first awful days of the ailment she could barely take in much of anything, being so listless. Gathering the energy to type and submit information to the communicators had expended a lot, too, but it was better than the extended idleness of illness.
This was--of course, another up and down for them--a gesture. She had been wholly braced for more anger and noise and here he had already softened his tone. Meanwhile, the bowl seemed daunting as much as she knew that should try--something.]
... how long... will it keep?
[Ugh, it hurt to talk. Not that she had any sense of time, but even so, she could attempt this, but she did not know how much she'd be able to finish. Once she could will herself to start. She could barely perceive the scent of it but it looked good, like something she might have acquiesced to on a day when she was not feeling as though she was barely held together by what she had wrapped around her.]
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[She sounds rough. Like, honestly, real bad. He's seen illness in his life, far too many times, and this is one of those times that makes him wince. It's going to be rough going until she heals up, it looks like.
He keeps the tray level near her and sighs, rolling his eyes.]
Besides, you haven't eaten all day yet and Lup's gonna kill me if I let you up and die.
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Her head felt so heavy, sitting up like this. Had her hair always felt so weighted, damp and limp? It falls forward, shading her face. If it had been tied back before it sure wasn't now.]
... Then... I will make the attempt.
[Because he had gone through the trouble despite everything, to provide her this.]
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[With the tray in her hands, Taako flicks his fingers and uses Mage Hand to pull her hair out of her face. It needs a washing and some care - which probably goes for her whole self, honestly. Fever always leaves a person sweaty and gross and with little to no energy to clean themselves up. It's not like he can blame her either, and it's reflected in his voice - the insult having no bite behind it.]
You two idiots really need to take better care of yourselves. You might be fuctionally immortal, but that doesn't mean you can't die.
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It was like Taako, though, to avoid contact even when he was standing right there, as much as it was the gesture that counted. ]
... thank you.
[ She mutters, stirring a little at the soup and trying to work herself up to taking that first bite. The rest of his words are more difficult, but she's not going to protest them, even as her ears cast downward. It was true that they were not infallible, as much as they could take more risk where others could not. ]
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I'd be pretty pissed if you died, too. So just keep in that mind. I dated Death so I'm pretty sure he'd let me into the afterlife to kick your ass next time.
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And they had worried. They both had concern and responded in kind, with their actions and reactions. Even now, while she shakily manages those first few sips of broth from her spoon, her ears give that little flutter, the little lift of surprise, at the realization of what he admits, and he hadn't even couched it that much in his usual flippant way. Just enough, so as to not be completely unnerving, and she knew that he didn't like to talk about things like that, to get deeper. Her ears resume their drooped position while she processes, the bowl getting an idle stir.
There's something in her that whispers, that she would not miscalculate so poorly as to die, but yet she had become more reckless after recovering part of herself, hadn't she? She'd had none to delegate to, none she'd wish to confer burdens onto. Only... look after, and yet they had done so for her, instead, as though- she was too ill for such a train of thought now, for such an internal argument. Listening to Taako was far more important, anyway.
Even if most words remained stolen by the strain of this.]
... it helps, to hear that, you know.
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[He blows a raspberry at her as she continues to eat, then moves over to perch on the edge of her desk. It was hard for him to admit anything more than superficial concern. The threat of that bond being ripped away from him again was too much for him to bear, especially here in a place where everything still felt transitory. They were settling in, sure, but he'd spent a year on a space ship before he got sent here, so who knew how long he'd have here until it happened again? If they could tear Thor and Loki away from him, there was no guarantee that Honerva wouldn't be next when they left this place. Or that he'd ever even meet her again should they get back to their world in one piece. His mind would be fractured again and whether he remembered all of this was going to be up in the air.
But all that? Was a problem for future Taako, so it was neatly shoved aside in favor of the tease.]
You do something so dumb again, I'll raid Lulu's spellbook to learn Power Word Kill and then multiclass in cleric to bring you back and do it again.
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She stirs, takes a sip as he settles in, acknowledging the tease with a hint of amusement.]
... Very specific.
[Because it was, but she had asked for it. If it allowed him a moment of levity to level such words at her, before her gaze lowers, a free hand clenching in the blanket wrapped around her.]
Taako. I... must apologize, for neglecting to inform you. Both of you. Even had this not had such a poor result, it still... was an action taken that... required more consultation.
[And they deserved better than that from her. To so carelessly have their link threatened by an old impulse, to swoop away and take on a burden, and not realize the feelings of those who cared for her.]
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[He buffed his nails if one hand against his shirt idly, inspecting them as she falls quiet again. She asked and he provided. It wasn't as grandiose as some of his threats could be, but it wasn't like he could do too much to her right now. She was an invalid at the moment and while Taako had 0 qualms about murder, he wasn't going to go that far.
His eyes flick up when she speaks again and then stay on her as she actually apologizes. As in an admission of guilt, a realization that she'd been dumb ass hell not to take them all with her, or at least tell them so they could create a better plan than just yeeting herself into the void. She apologizes and Taako stares until she finishes, gaze lingering on her with a carefully crafted and well practiced neutrality as he processes and decides on his best course of action.
Considering where she'd been to now?
This was big.
After the pause lingers just a little too long, Taako sighs dramatically and then throws his hands up in the air, his voice lighter than it had been earlier.]
Apology accepted. Guess we're even now for me blowing myself and you having to save my dumbass. I saved your dumbass with soup and that's that. Don't do it again or I'll make the soup tomato and no one wants that.
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Ironic, in a way, to have that position reversed now.
She had not known how he would react. She was unaccustomed to it, all of this, and she knew he did not quite appreciate the emotional vulnerability, but illness was wearying and he could be such a mixed bag of reaction. The reality of it all was sinking in for her heavily, just what could have happened to the two of them out there, and yet he was asking her to do better, not leave. Staying was important. ]
... you're right. I will learn to do better. I promise you that.
[ And that was not something to say lightly, even if failure, too, was learning, and she had. Even so, it was likely obvious that she was starting to reach the limits of what her appetite would allow with the soup bowl in front of her. Taako may have been forgiving but this illness was not. ]