Who: a soosh (gekkajuu) & various What: February catch-all When: Feb..ruary.... Where: mostly Olympia and surroundings Warning(s): none so far... except extreme cuteness with egg moms?
[Happy about a job well-done, Atsushi's eyebrows shoot up as Chuuya crumples against a wall. He hadn't noticed anything off at all! Guilt crushes him - which even more reason than he already had to help.]
You're injured? How bad is it?!
[Atsushi crouches next to Chuuya, and immediately makes to pull away his clothes so he can see.]
If it's not too bad, maybe I can help!
[... Honestly unlikely, if it's bad enough to make Chuuya collapse like this. But maybe Atsushi could at least do some damage control before they find a proper healer.]
[Yanno, since you asked. It's a new development, so Atsushi doesn't feel guilty about not sharing before. If there's anything like guilt or hesitation in his expression, it's only because Atsushi isn't sure he can help enough.]
I can only heal a little... For that matter: I don't really know how I do it, so I don't know how to get better.
But if I can't heal you, I have friends who can! So I can at least make a start... if that's all right.
[He doesn't want his hand slapped away again, thanks.]
[Of course Atsushi just wants to help. He’s a good guy like that, which is something that Chuuya is still getting used to. It’s not that he doesn’t trust Atsushi because of who and what he is; no, it’s simply that trusting anyone at all had been so taboo in the Mafia that it still doesn’t come easily to him, and it takes a while for him to even consider allowing himself to appear vulnerable for a while.
I’m the end he nods and lifts up his shirt, revealing several nasty bruises along his rib cage.]
[Atsushi doesn't wince, but his eyebrow fall a little with empathy. That looks really painful - but then, he wouldn't expect Chuuya to crumble over less.]
Probably.
[If the reply is wishy-washy, the accompanying nod is anything but. If there are downsides to his healing, he hasn't found them yet - and while he has no idea how he suddenly became capable of minor healing, that very mystery somehow makes him trust it more rather than less.
It would have been different if it was something he wished for. He knows better than to count on things like that too much.
Reaching out, Atsushi holds his hand directly over the bruised skin, and focuses. There's no real gesture, except the natural spreading of his fingers; there's no magical words to say. It's more of a feeling he has to create - and then a soft light seems to shine from under his hand, slowly but surely dissolving the bruises like ice melting in the sun.]
[Well gee whiz, that answer sure does make Chuuya feel confident. Oh well, at least Atsushi looks determined to try instead of flaking out. Honestly, Chuuya is just impressed that Atsushi even has healing magic, so if it’s not the most powerful then whatever, at least it’s better than a bandaid.
Way better than a bandaid, it turns out, and Chuuya’s eyes grow wide as he watches his bruises magically disappear. There’s a warmth that floods over and through him as Atsushi heals him, and even the pain lessens drastically, allowing him the freedom to take a full, deep breath.]
...that’s pretty fucking neat.
[Chuuya already feels loads better. Now he won’t have to bother finding another healer. Ain’t nobody got time for that.]
Thanks. I owe you one.
[Actually he owes Atsushi a lot more than that, but what can he even do to repay him? He doesn’t have a cent to his name on Nysa...]
[In spite of talking big (or... big for him), Atsushi hasn't healed all that often, so far, and he's not sure as to the limits of this new ability. On the bright side: that means it's still wonderful to see it actually work like that.
Add to that Chuuya's thanks, and Atsushi feels like he's on cloud nine.]
You're welcome~!
[So proud of himself! Feeling so -... Wait, what was that?]
No way! That's really not necessary. Besides, you're new in town...
[Atsushi may not be rich, but he's not poor, either, whereas Chuuya -... Well, the guy only just landed. He needs that money more than Atsushi does!]
[Atsushi nods cheerfully, his expression brightening. He didn't think that Chuuya would ever promise anything of the sort - and, to be fair, Atsushi wouldn't have tried to pressure him in that direction unless there was an immediate and urgent reason. To have Chuuya offer it of his own accord isn't just hopeful, it's kind of touching.
"Us"... Atsushi gives a weak little sheepish laugh. Well, it's true that Daifuku seems to get along with Chuuya.]
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You're injured? How bad is it?!
[Atsushi crouches next to Chuuya, and immediately makes to pull away his clothes so he can see.]
If it's not too bad, maybe I can help!
[... Honestly unlikely, if it's bad enough to make Chuuya collapse like this. But maybe Atsushi could at least do some damage control before they find a proper healer.]
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It’s fine. Probably just a bruised or cracked rib.
[Not much can be done for that, right? Healing magic sounds expensive...]
I’ll be fine. I probably just need rest.
[He forces himself to his feet, wincing.]
Unless you have some kinda magic mumbo jumbo up your sleeve I dunno about.
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[Yanno, since you asked. It's a new development, so Atsushi doesn't feel guilty about not sharing before. If there's anything like guilt or hesitation in his expression, it's only because Atsushi isn't sure he can help enough.]
I can only heal a little... For that matter: I don't really know how I do it, so I don't know how to get better.
But if I can't heal you, I have friends who can! So I can at least make a start... if that's all right.
[He doesn't want his hand slapped away again, thanks.]
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I’m the end he nods and lifts up his shirt, revealing several nasty bruises along his rib cage.]
Go ahead. Can’t hurt, right?
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Probably.
[If the reply is wishy-washy, the accompanying nod is anything but. If there are downsides to his healing, he hasn't found them yet - and while he has no idea how he suddenly became capable of minor healing, that very mystery somehow makes him trust it more rather than less.
It would have been different if it was something he wished for. He knows better than to count on things like that too much.
Reaching out, Atsushi holds his hand directly over the bruised skin, and focuses. There's no real gesture, except the natural spreading of his fingers; there's no magical words to say. It's more of a feeling he has to create - and then a soft light seems to shine from under his hand, slowly but surely dissolving the bruises like ice melting in the sun.]
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Way better than a bandaid, it turns out, and Chuuya’s eyes grow wide as he watches his bruises magically disappear. There’s a warmth that floods over and through him as Atsushi heals him, and even the pain lessens drastically, allowing him the freedom to take a full, deep breath.]
...that’s pretty fucking neat.
[Chuuya already feels loads better. Now he won’t have to bother finding another healer. Ain’t nobody got time for that.]
Thanks. I owe you one.
[Actually he owes Atsushi a lot more than that, but what can he even do to repay him? He doesn’t have a cent to his name on Nysa...]
...you can keep the reward money. As payment.
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Add to that Chuuya's thanks, and Atsushi feels like he's on cloud nine.]
You're welcome~!
[So proud of himself! Feeling so -... Wait, what was that?]
No way! That's really not necessary. Besides, you're new in town...
[Atsushi may not be rich, but he's not poor, either, whereas Chuuya -... Well, the guy only just landed. He needs that money more than Atsushi does!]
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Then I’ll try to not do anything too shady. That’s a way to repay you, right?
[Chuuya gets to his feet and dusts himself off, trying and failing to not look unkempt. Oh well. They did just get back from a quest, after all.]
Let’s get this over with, then. I’m sure Daifuku is missing us.
[”Us” he says.]
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[Atsushi nods cheerfully, his expression brightening. He didn't think that Chuuya would ever promise anything of the sort - and, to be fair, Atsushi wouldn't have tried to pressure him in that direction unless there was an immediate and urgent reason. To have Chuuya offer it of his own accord isn't just hopeful, it's kind of touching.
"Us"... Atsushi gives a weak little sheepish laugh. Well, it's true that Daifuku seems to get along with Chuuya.]
Yes... Let's quickly report, and go home.