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Post by Luzia Gottschalk on Aug 30, 2020 10:43:41 GMT -4
What was that sound...?
Inwardly, Luzia struggled to even form coherent thoughts; the words 'what's happening?' crossed her mind, but not as words, just as a feeling, a numbed and primal feeling. Everything was black, and her body... every inch of her body felt like it was weighed down... but it was feeling lighter.... 'Where was she?' bubbled up in her mind, but as something slightly more than a feeling, something a little less primal, a little more coherent.
Outwardly, her finger twitched as consciousness started to seep out from the core of her being. She suddenly took a deep breath, numbed clarity rushing in like a flood. Her eyes flickered open, looking around weakly. There was a tall thing next to her... thin like a pole, and with a plastic tube... an IV drip...? She looked down, and saw a bed... she was in a bed, but it didn't look like a hospital bed... and come to think of it, the room didn't look like it either. It was covered in foam... it wasn't nice like a hospital room would be... though it almost smelled like one. Why was she on the floor?
She breathed again, and looked down at herself, and she gasped softly; she was topless, but her chest was covered in bandages. Instinctively, she grabbed at the bandages, clawing at them confusedly, fearfully, her heart pounding in her chest; in an instant, she was scared, terrified, worried about herself. She never had something like this before! But before she could see anything, she heard her name, gasping softly and looking up again. Her fear started to fade, not away but to the background, as she started at one of the most handsome men in the entire world, someone that spoke her name and said safety, someone that was gonna marry her.
"Niso...?" Luzia asked, confused and scared, "What happened...?"
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Post by Niso Konto on Aug 30, 2020 11:04:23 GMT -4
Had he slept? Probably not.
Niso remembered being exhausted from the moment he seperated from Parasyte to now. The two of them had been some incoherent mess of flesh and thought to the point he didn't know where his thoughts ended and hers began... but throughout it all he knew why he'd been so enraged. Luzia had been hurt. Dangerously so. Already with Parasyte as part of his being Niso had broken whatever limitations were in place during the two's intimate connection and forced them into a peak state... a horrible mistake in it's own way. Even now Niso wasn't entirely sure he could trust his own thoughts and he'd seen the effect it had on Parasyte... he'd brought his greatest love into a dangerous, deadly situation, and left his closest friend... in a sense, maimed. Disfigured. He rubbed his sides as a shudder ran down his spine at the thought. For the first time in his life he truly, to the core of his being, felt regret in his choices.
He was struggling to hold himself together, sitting in a chair beside Luzia's bed. He'd rushed her here the moment he realized what her injury had caused. They had helped him handle his own quirk maybe they could... help repair hers... for now though he just hoped she'd wake up. A slow, shaky breath leaving him with his own thoughts as he just waited to hear something from her. All the while he could feel himself slipping. Exhaustion was catching up with him, gooey scraps of flesh were starting to cling to his sleeves where he was rubbing his own sides up and down. He was about ready to completely melt when he heard her voice.
His body snapped back into place, straightening up before her own vision would be clear enough to notice the disfigured state he'd been falling into, bursting out of his chair without a word and wrapping his arms around her, maybe catching a loose wire from the machines monitoring her in the process but he just needed to hold her, a deep, slow breath of her scent taken as he buried his face in her hair. She was still here... good.... good... a-and maybe she'd be able to use her quirk? Maybe... time would tell but for now he just gave her a tight squeeze, ready to apologize if it aggravated her injuries, pulling away much more carefully, resting a hand over one of hers.
"S-sorry I..." He took a slow breath. "We burned down Martas so... t-that's a start... you got hurt and... me and Parasyte dealt with the people who did it then we took you here to help..." He stepped back a little, but a hand remained on hers, looking around to take in the environment he was only faintly familiar with by now. "This place is Parasyte's friend's. The one who helps her er... manage. He helped me steady myself after a dumb mistake I made so... we thought it'd be the best place to take you too."
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Post by Luzia Gottschalk on Aug 30, 2020 12:27:32 GMT -4
She could barely get those words in; before she, as fast as she was, could react, Niso jumped on her and hugged her tight. Unlike usual, it made her wince; it was numbed, but it still hurt to be hugged so hard. Despite the pain, though, the hug was just as comforting as ever, it was warm, it was sweet, it was... actually kind of sticky, but that was just sweat, probably. Luzia smiled as Niso buried his face in her hair, reaching behind him and petting the back of his head, doing the same to his hair, burying her face in his hair and taking a long, deep breath. She had no idea where she was, she didn't know what happened, but she knew that she was safe, she knew she was okay.
"That's good, baby, that's great," she replied, mumbling into his ear. Saint Marta's got what it deserved, and she was happy about it, but for the moment, she was just happy to be with Niso. She opened her eyes, though, and everything started to slowly come back to her. She remembered burning the place, killing everyone in that hellhole. Even as she thought, trying to remember everything, she nodded along to Niso. "Parasyte friend..." she vaguely remembered him; something about messing with Parasyte constantly with censors and stuff; real mysterious type, but some sort of doctor or something that helped her. Why was she remembering Niso turning into something... weird? She only got a glimpse, but she could have sworn she saw Niso transform into something.
Luzia went wide-eyed as she remembered the rest. Getting stabbed in the chest, an explosion... Niso pulled away, and for a moment, Luzia's arms hung in the air, but then her eyes drifted down, back to her bandages. She clawed at them for a moment, but her fingers woke up a little more and she could peel the bandages back, gasping sharply. It was a massive wound, still red and bloody, and stitched shut... it must have just barely missed her heart. In one instant, she had a thousand thoughts, but the first one that bubbled up into a form she could process was a worry that it would scar.
"N-Niso..." Worry, fear was in her voice, and she couldn't even look at him as she asked, "You... you don't mind if I have a scar here, do you...?" She didn't mind all of her little scars, but this one was really big, on her chest... it was distracting from her goods... hell, it ruined her fucking tattoo! She couldn't not worry about a tattoo right above her chest.... Finally, she looked up at him, unable to hide the worry and fear on her face. "You... you like scars, right...? They tell a story, right?"
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Post by Niso Konto on Aug 30, 2020 13:24:06 GMT -4
Niso inched away just a little, still remaining close, still, whenever he could, wherever was comfortable, laying a hand somewhere on her, typically opting for her leg once her hands started moving around. His breaths were slow and he tried to generally remain calm himself as Luzia seemed to be remembering everything that happened... question is exactly how much was she remembering. When she started to hesitate, looking down at herself, Niso shifted cautiously closer again as she started to claw at her bandages, hissing a little in discomfort. He could bare any amount of pain put upon him. He knew it wouldn't be permanent but... seeing Luzia there, with a scar somewhere so important to her... he briefly averted his gaze. Not out of any sense of disgust but just... frustration with himself for ever letting her come to such a form of harm. His hand reached back behind his neck, swallowing hard as he felt he should be to blame for everything that went wrong with this. He had been the one to organize it and as much as Luzia would likely jump to saying she had wanted it too... it was still his plans, his ideas set in motion that lead them to where they were now.
His eyes drifted up as she said his name, ready to hear her be... upset... maybe angry with him. Right now his typical skills at reading people to fit in were failing him as nerves wracked his body. He could keep up with the fact though that she was more... scared, perhaps worried about the scar than anything else, and as she made it clear why with her questions... well, he tried to suppress it, but a warm chuckle started to escape Niso, shaking his head in disbelief at what she was asking and carefully leaning in to hug her again, cupping the back of her head and laying a kiss against her forehead.
"Luzia dear, I have watched you go from Martas, to the streets, to a key fighter for that Muramasa fellow, to the most gleeful I have ever seen you during the fire... do you truly think anything that tarnished your physical beauty would make me love you any less?~" He chimed, lowering his face to meet her eyes and sharing a warm smile. "As... harsh, as this may sound, I have seen you at your worse, and I have seen you at your best... and I'm pretty sure I loved you every single time. Now..." He reached to her scar, not touching it but just idly brushing his hand along the air between his fingertips and the mark. "I just get this nice little reminder everytime I look at you that, together, we destroyed one of the most wretched blights on this world."
His tone was calm and warm with Luzia, a tone he never seemed to hold with anyone else. Even if Parasyte heard it she may think someone had bodyhopped into Niso with how gooey and poetic he seemed to be.
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Post by Luzia Gottschalk on Aug 30, 2020 16:34:33 GMT -4
Her heart beating as fast as it can in her chest, her stress, her fear, her worry making it reach the edge of what was probably safe, especially with how worried Niso looked... but that chuckle he made, that little smile he made beffore he got closer to her... that alone relieved her, made her worry a little bit less. Her throat got a little less dry as he kissed her forehead, but she only started to tear up as he said such sweet, gentle words. Every one of them oozed out of his mouth like caramel... but for some reason, they didn't really help her. Not this time. They took some of the edge off, but...
Luzia forced a smile on her face as Niso 'touched' her scar, looking down at it. "Yeah... I could do that..." A badge for destroying that place... she could live with that. Already she could feel a little bit of pride welling up; she might have been scarred by it, but she survived, she lived through it. That was something to be proud of.
But....
She was remembering something else, too. The stab... and the bright light that shot out of her just a second after. Thinking about it for a second... she wasn't just cold, she was freezing, like, way down to her core. It was a wonder at all her heart was beating when it felt so frozen. Somehow, she already knew the answer, she could feel it; even without doing anything, she just felt... empty, in a way that she couldn't describe, a way that she never, ever felt in her life.
"N-Niso... what... what happened to my quirk?"
She was afraid of the answer, but she already knew it. She could feel it in her body, in her soul, but she asked anyway.
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Post by Niso Konto on Aug 31, 2020 6:02:22 GMT -4
Niso shared a warm smile with his pinkette love as she seemed to easily accept the idea that Niso would still go on loving her even with such a mark upon her skin. Honestly the fact that he of all people would care what someone looked like? Heck there was probably gonna be a day in the future where Niso has a nightmare and Luzia would have the fun of waking up to him writhing around in his sleep as some sort of fleshy monster buuuuut... well no but. Point was he was never gonna be harsh against her with how she looked. He'd seen her at her worst, her best, and every stage in between ignoring that brief stint she had with the ragers. He was more than happy to accept her whatever package she came in. So long as she was still herself that's all he cared about.
He just enjoyed the moment, as brief as it was. Where Luzia was smiling, delighting in the scar in her own way and bringing a light chuckle from Niso as she mentioned it being a badge. This was nice... they'd set out what they needed to do... the consequences were, in his eyes, minimal. As much as he was ready to always accept the consequences of his chaotic actions.
And of course... there were still consequences.
Any brief ideas he had that perhaps there was nothing to worry about, that she may just have healed during her rest and he'd soon be able to see that vibrant Neon... dashed. A brief thought came that maybe she was just recalling the issues she'd had with it before they escaped the fire and she passed out but... no. He could see it in her eyes. She knew something was still wrong. So did he now. He fell back into his chair, a sense of defeat weighing on his shoulders as he muttered.
"I... don't know."
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Post by Luzia Gottschalk on Aug 31, 2020 11:15:03 GMT -4
"I don't know."
Those words sent a chill through her entire body, sending a powerful shiver through her that froze her body into one big block of ice. They echoed in her mind, over and over, like he yelled them in an empty warehouse. They didn't fade, though, they only got louder and louder, until they started to hurt. Those three words were last ones she wanted to hear, they hurt even more than her chest did.
But she already knew what happened; she didn't understand it, she didn't want it, but she knew, somewhere deep inside of her, she knew. She held her forearms up, staring at them, fear growing in her eyes. This was where her neon came out easiest, it was where it felt most natural... she... she had to try to use it... she knew, but she had to know, you know? For a moment, Luzia just stared at them, horrified, too scared to try... but she steeled herself, and willed her neon to come out. But it didn't come out; almost as soon as she tried using her quirk, she hissed; even with whatever painkillers were pumping through her, her chest suddenly stung like a knife was being twisted in it.
"Augh!" She let out a scream, suddenly clutching her chest, choking on her pain. But almost as fast as it came, it faded, and she forced her eyes open, searching where her arms were for even a tiny bit of neon, a little pink, a little red, or even blue or black or white.
But there was nothing. And her body got even colder as the fear turned to terror. There was nothing there, not even a speck, and she flicked her eyes up to Niso, panic filling her eyes and her voice. "N-Niso... Niso... Niso...! What... what happened? What happened to my quirk?!"
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Post by Byeol-Su Mae on Aug 31, 2020 14:28:03 GMT -4
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”I...can tell you some more.”The tiny voice from the doorway into the recovery room certainly sounded like ParaSyte, but it was coming from a pitch dark hallway and the door was only open so much that only a sliver of light was shining out. It reflected off one large violet eye--and the slightly wet texture of her cheek and hair--as she peered inside. She was holding onto the handle from the outside and not opening it any farther yet. Byeol-Su had not had a good time after the fight started. Well, no, that wasn’t true; she’d been having plenty of fun for the first few minutes. Then her memory got a little fuzzy. She remembered only certain images, like still frames from a lagging game, and some noises and feelings that kept repeating in her head. Or at least they had been. She took her medicine, and it had helped, and she felt more stable again. “Stable” was maybe a bit of a generous word to use but...stabler, at least, than she had been, was still better than nothing. Last time she’d looked at Luzia she’d been dying. Or at least looked like she was dying. She didn’t remember seeing her get hurt. If she had, she’d forgotten, or the thoughts had been......eaten.Something had gone wrong. That was all she knew for certain. He had told her as much, too, but she didn’t need him to explain it to her. She knew something had gone wrong in her very core. There was a feeling of things missing. Pieces of her that had been taken, and in their place, the wrong things put back. Things that weren’t part of her. But he’d also said, in a very quiet voice, that the fact that they’d come apart as “cleanly” as they had was lucky. They’d come apart, for the most part, as themselves.
"For the most part." Byeol-Su looked down from the sight of the two of them. She fidgeted with the dress she had formed around herself, the color a paler red than normal. It looked almost like pink, but grayer. It kind of matched her skin. She was having a hard time getting her colors right, but at least it was something. She pushed the door open a little more and stepped inside----immediately a small black and white puppy pushed between her owner’s legs and pushed the door all the way open with her face. Byeol-Su squeaked, coming through the door herself and scooping the little pup called Skoll in her arms, holding her tight. “Bad girl! Bad! You can’t come in the recovery room! Bad...um, girl...” Byeol-Su trailed off, and looked up from her pet, then sharply away again. Her single violet eye was wide, full of anxiety, and shining with something bordering on tears. Her other eye, a familiar deep blue color and narrower shape, didn’t look any happier.
“...um...I'm sorry. I was trying not to get between...you...but my friend finished telling me what was wrong, and I rushed in to tell Niso, and you were awake, so I kind of stalled andIwasn’tlisteningfortoolongIpromise.”
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Post by Niso Konto on Aug 31, 2020 17:42:52 GMT -4
Niso was frozen himself. While she was filled with the fear of losing her quirk Niso was being faced with a desire he couldn't meet. He prided himself on being able to act on any desire of instinct he ever wanted, living his life on the basest urges he had but... much like when he'd tried to track down the Pinkette of Marta, he was faced with a problem he didn't know how to tackle again. He'd found Luzia, that pinkette, one in the same and both endlessly valuable to him. The one thing in this everchanging world he never wanted to change and... here she was. With a problem. Harmed. Damaged. Upset... and he didn't even know where to start.
"I..." he tried to speak but it's like his body was actualizing his thoughts, so hesitant to say the wrong word, to step wrong. He jolted out of his chair when it was clear she'd hurt herself but as she asked about her quirk and his name was repeated over and over, his throat physically closed up. Forcing him to remain silent. He fought against the choking sensation, not showing any physical signs of what was happening to him until Parasyte made herself known. A subtle gasp for breath pulled through his nostrils and he eased into a step back. His gaze shifted briefly to the pup before another reminder of the days mistakes became present with parasyte stepping further into the light. The shifted eye on the other side of parasyte's face. Ugh... he hoped that faded. If only so he wasn't constantly reminded of the downsides of todays events. Arguably his best friend and his love just... damaged. Broken by his plans, his actions his mistakes...
He took a step back and remained mostly silent, arms wrapped about himself, knowing he was somewhat usless. "I... you should let her tell you, Luzia..."
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Post by Luzia Gottschalk on Aug 31, 2020 18:58:45 GMT -4
Panic was starting to set in. Her eyes, even as she said Niso's name over and over, searched the air for a dot, a sliver, one tiny bit of light, but there was nothing. There was nothing! Not even the tiniest bit of color! Her chest hurt in the attempt, like a giant claw that was was trying to crawl out of her chest. It made her clutch her chest, gasping like the claw had gone sideways into a lung, and Luzia yelled louder, repeating herself, more scared and confused than before. "Niso, what happened to me?!"
”I...can tell you some more.”
Luzia gurgled, choking on her saliva, on her tears that was already starting to form. She whirled her head to the door, the too-quick movement making her chest ache, though not as much as trying to use her quirk did. She narrowed her eyes, trying to see through the darkness, through the freezing air - WHY WAS IT SO COLD IN HERE?! - to see who had talked. It was almost familiar, but she was starting to panic too much to really hear who it was. Who was this prick that wasn't already spilling?!
The door opened... and she gasped sharply when something burst through. It wasn't a person, it was an animal, one that immediately got a tear-filled glare from Luzia. Its barking and wagging tail was already annoying, and she wanted so very much to shut the thing up. Permanently. But it was followed by someone more familiar... Niso's friend, little ParaSyte... and she didn't look too well. Luzia was panicking, angry and confused, but even she could tell something was wrong... but... that one eye she had... it was so familiar... it was so sweet... it actually comforted her, just a little bit. That was Niso's eye, but... why was she copying Niso? Was that one of her powers?
ParaSyte spewed out a whole bunch of words, but none of them gave her the answer she wanted, that she already kind of knew. Luzia hugged herself, rubbing her arms, starting to shiver from the cold penetrating her body, glaring at ParaSyte, angry and scared.
"Tell me. Now. What the fuck happened?"
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Post by Byeol-Su Mae on Aug 31, 2020 19:28:54 GMT -4
| even if we're devils I won't abandon you |
Byeol-Su placed Skoll on the ground and gave her bottom a little nudge, but the puppy wouldn't leave the room. She just sat down, staring up at her owner, and after a moment Byeol-Su turned away with a faint pout. Okay. Fine. She could stay in the room, as long as she didn't go near Luzia, who was recovering. Whatever. This was more important than scolding her pet.
Her words took a little longer to come, as she tried to piece together the right way to say things. The order of them. He'd said them in Korean, and she really, really didn't want to say the wrong thing while translating in her head. She didn't want to scare Luzia any more than she was already afraid, and fear looked so, so wrong on her face. She was supposed to be scary, not scared. It made her insides twist up and her eyes feel heavier.
[smear:#811313]Please don't be scared.[/smear:#d11e58:0]
"...there...um..." she raised a hand to her chest, pointing to the spot at the center of her own, in the same place that Luzia's wound lay, "When...when you got stabbed, there was...wait, I...how did they..." Byeol-Su drew in a little breath. It would be easier to just repeat his words, than to try and form her own. Yeah. Yeah, then she couldn't make any mistakes. Starting over she kept her eyes glued to the floor and recited his words like she were fumbling through lines of a school play. Clunky, ill-prepared, and nervous.
"Even Quirks that look like magic have some kind of...biologic reason to them. Your colors run in your body like a second set of, erh, jeongmaeg. Blood lines? Veins. Veins. But they don't go through your heart."
"They go through an organ...right next to your heart. Right...right th-there. And it's--it's leaking. It's hurt. So. So your neon...it isn't able to flow..."
Her words shook, voice quieting for a little bit, before she drew in another breath and forced herself to keep talking. That wasn't all. That wasn't--
"...friend says some organ can heal. With time. Some take a lot of time. But they can. A-and there is no way to know, for sure, because it is an organ special to you and your Quirk." Her hand clutched at her own chest. "It could be that wh-when you healed it will be fine. But...there is...chance that it will not work again. And. Can not know until you have healed."
She felt her eyes getting heavier on her face, and they actually did move down her face a little as her whole head drooped downwards. The spiel was done, she'd recited her "part", but she still felt so so so bad. Why did it hurt so much. Quirks were weird, breakable things and she knew that very well. She suffered from her own being broken, and saw others suffer the same way. Luzia might not even suffer forever! It could come back as soon as she was healed. So why did she feel like she had needles in her chest again? She raised her head a little to actually look at Luzia, and felt her insides lurch again. Oh no. Oh no, she had picked at her bandages.
It was still so bloody. It was still so raw. It was still as broken as the inside.
No no no. No. You're hurt...you're still hurt...
The words fell from her mouth like the clay that began rolling down her cheeks, hitting the tiles below like drops of water--like a crude facsimile of tears. Byeol-Su rubbed at her cheeks hard, almost angrily, and her voice shook with soft sobs. "...I'msorry. I'm sorry. I'm sorry P-Painter...! I tried to heal you, I tried! Even...even though you said it was b-bad and gross I...I tried. But it was too b-bad and I could not help more...I could not do more...I couldn't fix it. I'm sorry, I'm sorry...!"
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Post by Niso Konto on Sept 1, 2020 5:27:25 GMT -4
With Parasyte leading the path on explaining and Luzia scared confused and angry, Niso didn't really have a place in the conversation, not for a moment at least. His own fears were more tepid, more restraining. While Luzia's fear filled her with anger Niso's fear made him timid. He fell back into his chair once again and held himself, not from the cold, he found the temperature quite moderate even though Parasyte needed it a little chilly. He was getting better at controlling his own body heat again afterall. He let out a long, slow breath as he listened to parasyte's explanation...
Honestly Niso could have guessed most of it. He had a quirk that basically existed in every single cell of his body, but he knew from how he'd torn people apart for that doctor once that some quirkers had unique organs, unique cells, unique skin to allow them to generate their quirks. He was blessed he didn't have such a weakness but... his painter did. Right next to her heart of all places. He made sure not to laugh even if the irony of it all tempted him... the core of her being, placed right next to the core of her life... yeah. That sounded about right...
He rolled his shoulders back as he sank deeper into the chair with another shaky breath. He'd done this... to Luzia to Parasyte... he felt blame and guilt for arguably the first time in his life and it weighed on him greater than any pressure he'd ever felt, and someone had once tried to kill him by trapping him under a hydraulic press. He'd only managed to get out because they thought he was dead and trapped the moment it had started to press down against his skull... stupid non-quirkers...
N-not the time to think about that but... he was useless here... what else was there to think about. He just quietly muttered. "I-it could be fine Luzia... you're here to heal and... j-just cause Parasyte couldn't heal you dosn't mean time can't..." Niso knew that was a lie. Parasyte was basically... well her quirk was like his, but given to other people. If someone like her couldn't heal Luzia than what chance did she realistically have? Of course he wasn't stupid enough to say that aloud, he didn't want to tear the hope away from Luzia, or himself for that matter.
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Post by Luzia Gottschalk on Sept 1, 2020 9:47:53 GMT -4
Everything just... froze, even more than they already were as that weird, goopy little girl explained. In all her years of having it, Luzia was never entirely sure how her quirk worked; she went to the doctor to heal, and that was broken bones or she was feeling really sick; stuff that she had to go to the doctor for. Things that stopped her from doing things normally, severe shit.
But in a weird way, Luzia wasn't surprised, either; ever since she learned about the cir-cu-la-tory system - which she still had trouble pronouncing sometimes - she kind of figured her neon worked similarly. It only made sense; the way her neon filled her, moved through her... it only made sense that it worked like that. She never got it checked up on or researched or something... but she just figured.
...But, that was a smaller part of her, something more logical and understanding, someone that was processing the information. The bigger part of her was just... numb. She word the words, but she couldn't digest the information. It was stuck in her throat, choking her, making her tear up; she couldn't handle this news. She was being told that her quirk was damaged and it might never come back! How the fuck was someone supposed to take news like that?! Luzia shuddered, but not because of the cold this time. She wheezed softly, even the tinest breath really, really hard to get. She gasped, wheezed, panted, panicking even more... she had to get away, she couldn't deal with this... she had to run, she had to get away, she had to run, she couldn't deal with this!
She gasped suddenly when she spotted the needle in her hand. Instantly, she found a solution, a way out, a way to deal. Her eyes followed the tube all the way up to the IV drip, but narrowed her eyes, somehow snarling and wheezing at the same time. The fucking controls were behind a locked case! She had to get in there! She reached up, grabbing the plastic screen in the hopes that it was unlocked... but she snarled when it didn't even budge.
"N-Niso!" She called out for her fiance, tears starting to stream down her face, desperately trying to peel the thing away, even as it hurt not just her fingers, but her chest, too. "B-Break this open for me! Please!" She whined, her voice begging Niso to act... it was the only way she knew how to escape, it was the quickest way she could run away from this situation. She needed this!
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Post by Byeol-Su Mae on Sept 1, 2020 13:42:58 GMT -4
| even if we're devils I won't abandon you |
Of course she was going to be mad. Of course. Her quirk was a part of her; it was special and amazing and of course she would be heartbroken to hear that it wasn’t working, and might not work again. Byeol-Su winced and kept her head down and kept rubbing at her cheeks. Even though she did know, it was still painful to hear her breathing come out ragged, like she was struggling to breathe. How could she help? She wanted to help. She couldn’t heal it, so she had to find another way to help--
She didn’t understand what Luzia meant by “break this open” but she looked up over her hand and found Luzia pulling at the IV. Byeol-Su knew that those things had medicine in them. If Luzia broke that then she’d--
“N-No! Don’t do that!” Byeol-Su took a panicked step forward, and her arm extended in front of herself across the room to grab the plastic tube in her hand. It extended quite a bit longer than a normal arm would, but that was nothing unusual. What was a little strange was the flecks of lighter, almost normal skin-tone colored flecks that trailed along the stretched “flesh” like freckles. She was trying to stop Luzia from peeling it off of herself. She shouldn’t do that! “If you do that you’ll be hurting again! Stop!”
[smear:#811313]If she needs a release from it, she could host me. [/smear:#d11e58:0]
I can take the pain out of her.
[smear:#d11e58]But he wouldn’t like that. He said it wasn’t safe right now.[/smear:#811313:0]
She whimpered and her cool, squishy flesh continued dripping down her cheeks and chin. “P-please. If you need anything we can help. But if you take it out, you’ll only hurt more, or if you put too much in...I do not know what is in that tube...you could die!”
Why do I care?
The thought struck her suddenly, unwanted. She cared because she was naturally inclined to help people. It was her Quirk, it was who she was. She helped. And Luzia was important to Niso. He loved her, and he was Byeol-Su’s friend, so she would help to protect Luzia as best she--
When did I learn her real name?
Her hold weakened, though her arm remained extended, hesitant in retracting for risk of her words being ignored. She just looked pleadingly at Niso. “If. If she needs something, we can get it. But I don’t know if that liquid is...safe...I know where pain medicine is. Or other strong things...?”
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Post by Niso Konto on Sept 1, 2020 14:27:49 GMT -4
Niso looked up briefly as his name was called, the brief fear that filled him having numbed his other senses only noticing what was going on when Luzia called his name and... as he put the pieces together, Fear was replaced by just a sinking... void. He never liked Luzia's habits but he fueled them because, for good or bad reasons, they made her smile. Kept her comfortable. Kept her... well. He liked her most when she was confident and powerful and sometimes she needed drugs to make that happen... other times... other times she was a whirlwind, some rare days where she was confident just because she wanted to be, because she felt she could be and, at times like that, Niso felt like he saw her 'use' less and less but...
Well, she was at her lowest low right now, and there was nothing that could really be done about that. He rose up to stand with a heavy sigh... he didn't agree with this. He didn't want this... but Luzia needed it and at the end of the day that's really all there was to it. A shaky breath flowed through him as he rested his hands over the clear plastic casing on the device.
"She dosn't want it to stop she wants more... don't worry Parasyte she knows what she's doing..." He hated that he believes that. That he knew she was so used to this that she could likely come out of it okay even when she had hit such a low. He briefly grasped the edge of the box, trying to yank it open but he wasn't the strongest person, he tugged at it a bit more in frustration even as Parasyte tried to plead them not to do this, a fist coming down on the casing and a growl of frustration as he felt his hand ache... but for all the wrong reasons.
Scraps of his flesh had been wrched from his hands as the bone had grown immensely fast and sharpened into claws... like Parasyte's but their spawning was fairly more grotesque as the bone seemed to tear through the flesh of his palm... this was new... was this something he'd gotten from-
No. No time for that now. He was already dealing with enough he was just gonna use this to his advantage. While he still wasn't strong he managed to jab the long bone claw down into the slither gap between the lid and the rest of the casing, leveraging it open even as it nearly snapped the bone he'd created. While immensely durable compared to the rest of his bones... it still wasn't something he was quite used to using. Once the casing had snapped open, he sighed and stepped back, shaking his hand out. The extra bone he'd made fell off and rapidly began to decay and wither, his hand closing up around the wound he'd created as he meakly mumbled.
"She's used to this... she knows what she's doing..." He once again repeated, clearly bothered by those words.
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