April Log

[sonofacesius]

Who: Will Solace and you!
When: April 1 - 16; May post event
Where: Free Cities; Horizon, prompts below
What: Catchall
Warnings: None so far

Comments

[areou]

( for a rush job, it's not as bad as it could be, but she'll still give him that it's not up to apollo standards. she tries not to roll her eyes but isn't very successful. she doesn't have time for banter right now, even if it is a fairly decent distraction from the pain shooting through her thigh. whatever, she's had worse. she can handle it. )

Very funny, Solace. ( weakly, she gestures around them. ) What the hell are you doing here? ( here as in this place; it's not surprising to find him in a clinic, after all.

but then her knee gives on her bad leg and she nearly buckles against the counter. she grunts like she's trying to decide if it would hurt less to keep standing or try to slide down to the floor. )

You gonna do your thing or just keep staring at me?

[sonofacesius]

Got kidnapped, same as you. And then I got kidnapped again by a nice woman with horns who brought me here and put me to work. [Will grabs her to hold her up, letting her, balance on him. Any other camper he'd just pick up and carry back to an exam room, but Clarisse? Nope nope. Besides, it was kind of dumb to go out looking for trouble on your own. So. She kind of deserved to keep standing for a little bit. He wasn't losing anyone else. That included you. Because, for some reason, he liked you Clarisse.]

I was waiting for you to say please and thank you.

[Will positively batted his eyelashes at her like the little shit he was.]

Come on back so I can take a better look at you. I don't have ambrosia or nectar here though, so options are a little more limited.

You got any injuries I can't see or do I need to check for myself?

[areou]

( the unimpressed look she levels at will might have been a lot more threatening if 1) will were anyone else and 2) if she had more bandwidth to put any real malice behind it — which, at the moment, she doesn't. mostly she's just annoyed and biting back the shooting pain in her leg. she leans against him, thankful for some relief when she's able to shift her weight, but his smart mouth is not doing him any favors in improving her mood. )

Over my dead body. ( see, the joke is: she knows he won't let her die, so good luck ever getting her to say please. as they shuffle toward the back room, clarisse tries to take stock of her injuries, but honestly she lost track around the time she got fucking bit. ) You should probably check, just to be sure. I wasn't exactly keeping inventory while I was fighting for my fucking life.

[sonofacesius]

[yeah you absolutely do not scare him anymore Clarisse. You scare pretty much the rest of the Apollo cabin, but not Will. Will? Will is a bit dumb. Or maybe he just knew and loved you. He helps her limp back to a room and settles her on a nearby table.]

Love you too. And you were not fighting for your life. You're Clarisse La Rue, daughter of Ares. I bet if you went back there actually armed and armored no one would stand a chance.

[He took a step back to look at her, checking over the wounds visually before stepping back in and reaching out to touch her, a little bit of his power flowing outward to get a sense of her injuries.]

[areou]

( okay, so she's being a little dramatic. but there was a moment while she was out there that felt a little too much like being cast into some random part of the labyrinth with nothing but a knife and her fists to defend herself. it hadn't been a good feeling, the familiar doubt that she might not be good enough for this creeping under her skin like a thousand tiny spiders. she doesn't really know how to respond to any kind of affirmation of her skill (briefly, she thinks will sounds exactly like percy, and that annoys her more than it comforts her), so she quickly deflects with a pointed: )

Well, duh. I'd tear that fucking place apart. ( and that's all she's going to say on the matter. she flinches like a wounded animal when he touches her, an involuntary response from the more feral part of her brain. will isn't going to hurt her, she knows that. she's still working on the whole vulnerability thing. ) So, how bad's the damage? On a scale of one to "you're a fucking goner"?

[sonofacesius]

[ A little dramatic? Yeah, she was a little dramatic. But he also understood how naked a child of Ares could feel without a weapon and armor and not being able to fully defend themselves in a strange place. That vulnerability. Probably went against so much of Clarisse's very nature it could have been downright traumatizing. But she was here. She was upright, talking. All her limbs were intact. She was fine.]

Eh, like you shouldn't play chew toy on a daily basis. Most of it's superficial. You don't have any internal damage, a couple bruised ribs. But muscle, ligament and tendon damage hurts like a bitch. You've been worse after a bad Capture the Flag game.

[ Only Will would call someone being used as a chew toy superficial wounds. She hadn't even been stabbed or impaled. She had all 4 limbs!]

I'll clean out the wounds, heal up what I can and stitch together what I can't. Here, drink this. [Will grabbed one of Nadine's extra strength vitamin tonics and handed it her.] It's not nectar but....sadly the best I can do right now. Sound good?