[ OPEN ] pre-event (until...)

[nightwash]

WHO: Ronan Lynch & OPEN
WHAT: Before (& eventually after) Event #1
WHERE: Room 2 & The Library
WHEN: June 12 - 14 (& eventually June 19)
NOTES: Prompts in the comments! Action or prose is fine.

Comments

[nadine_he_loves]

"Does it happen often?"

Nadine has never tried to imagine how to move through a room full of swords, and is beginning to wish she'd indulged in some less likely thought exercises before now. It's very slow going, and she really wishes she weren't barefoot at the moment.

"Okay, either way, we need to get you cleaned up and then this cleaned up."

Without thinking, she's using her teacher's voice, subconsciously treating this like the worst classroom accident in history.

[nightwash]

Ronan doesn't know how to answer that. Does it happen often? No. Yes. No, but it used to. Yes, but only when he feels shitty. No, it's usually worse. Yes, but he'll get it under control if people can just give him a chance instead of trying to cut his head off with his own partner's sword.

Which, thankfully, is not among these swords — even if some of them are engraved with the words FROM CHAOS.

He hisses, "We don't have to do anything. I'll take care of it myself."

Big words for a kid who's bleeding everywhere.

[nadine_he_loves]

"It'll get done quicker with two sets of hands."

Nadine's tone is firm. She can't get any rest until this is taken care of, she may as well help. And she can't ignore someone just bleeding in front in her, it's not in her nature.

Ronan's words don't deter her and she continues to weave through the mass of sharp metal to approach him.

"And there's no point in wasting time arguing when we can be dealing with this. So are you going to let me get the worst of those wrapped?" She holds up the shredded pieces of sheet.

[nightwash]

Ronan may be a hulking six-foot-two beast with nigh omnipotent reality-breaking powers, but he's also a nineteen-year-old boy who just had a bad dream, and he looks a lot more like the latter as he hangs his head and scrubs his hands down his face.

"One of these swords is probably gonna drop from the ceiling right into your skull and then everyone's gonna think I'm an asshole."

But he holds out the arm that's most in dire need of bandaging, resigned to her help.

[nadine_he_loves]

"I think they're pretty wedged in there, it's not exactly a Damocles situation." If the superflu and the avatar of God hadn't been able to get rid of her, she's pretty sure a ceiling sword isn't going to finish the job.

"Just relax, nobody's dead and it looks like you only hurt yourself." Nadine turns her attention to patching him up, wiping away the blood with a practiced hand and eyeing the cut before bandaging it with a fresh strip of sheet. "And you're lucky, these look like clean, straight cuts. And not deep enough to need stitches - I don't even know who we're supposed to talk to about serious injury."

Maybe that should be fixed. There's got to be healers or something, and likely any random mage or castle staff could point them out. That's something to figure out in the morning.

[nightwash]

"They've got wizards for this shit," Ronan confirms. He had them fussing all over him during the fighting tournament, even when he told them he was fine. He can deal with scuffs and bruises and even bloody slices like these. Both of his forearms are covered in scars, the kind that landed him in psychiatric hold.

While she works on him, he surveys the room. Every time he thinks he's got a good idea of the damage, he spots another sword wedged somewhere insanely improbable. There's one impaled through the window, but the glass around it is still intact. Like some kind of weird art piece. Obvious Metaphor by Ronan Lynch. Installation. Steel, glass, and angst.

He mutters, "I'm so fucked."

[nadine_he_loves]

"No, you're not." Nadine's tone is practical and matter of fact as she works. "Nobody got badly hurt, and I think it's safe to assume you didn't do this on purpose. Accidents happen to everybody. Even the mages here - look at how many people they ended up with that they don't want."

She ties off the bandage and nods to herself, satisfied it'll do the trick.

"And if Thorne is as magically advanced as they seem to be, it won't take much to fix the damage."