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Sakura Haruno ([personal profile] ragingblossom) wrote in [community profile] isleofavalon2022-02-27 01:19 pm

✿ •||• Eternal Blossom [ semi-open ]

🧙 WHO: Sakura Haruno -&- YOU!
⚔️️ WHAT: Various things
🕒 WHEN: The course of Sakura's stay
🗺️ WHERE: All over the Isle of Avalon!
⚠️ WARNINGS: Warnings in thread headers

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[personal profile] dontgetintherobot 2022-03-16 01:38 am (UTC)(link)
[Well, her prompt scolding gave him enough of a shock to distract him for a moment. He stared wide-eyed and stammered his reply a bit clumsily at first.]

I-I... [He heaved a sigh, and ran his hand over his face. He knew better than to anger a healer, and he did know deep down he needed someone else to look at it. He'd let it go on too long already.] Private then...

[He didn't get up at first though, despite being clearly resigned to the healing. He moved his hand up, holding his bangs back, he didn't like to show the wounds in general but there was... much attached to the circumstances behind them... so perhaps she'd be willing to indulge a request.]

But please... don't tell my father. He's here and if he finds out- [He cuts himself off, how to even begin to explain this?] He's holding onto a lot of guilt over things from back home. He doesn't need anymore.
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[personal profile] dontgetintherobot 2022-03-16 02:55 am (UTC)(link)
[He didn’t realize he’d forgone his steady breathing until she’d given her assurances, and he’d let out the breath he’d been holding. It got him to offer a smile, strained still, it was hard to smile when he had to be reminded of… everything, but he tried. Her promise meant a lot.]

Thank you.

[one more breath and he finally started to push himself up off the ground. Slowly. While his scales gave him a measure of protection in most cases, with how mangled they had gotten it made sudden movements harder… and after that tumble it was harder to ignore. He’d no doubt reopened something or cracked something else.

But he does manage to straighten himself up. There. He did it. Now to… wherever healing was going to happen he supposed.
]

So do you have any place in mind? It probably doesn’t come as much of a surprise, but I haven’t made it much of a point to find out where healing tends to happen.

[A joke! He tried.]
Edited 2022-03-16 02:56 (UTC)
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Well I just rolled out of bed, and I just YOLO'd and prayed this would be coherent

[personal profile] dontgetintherobot 2022-03-16 08:52 pm (UTC)(link)
[Once the door was closed, Alfonse's nerves seemed to flare up again. He ran his hand through his hair and took a deep breath to, one more, attempt to calm himself. Not as effective as he'd hoped, but after a moment of anxious fidgeting he took a seat.]

It's- yeah. My back.

[He reluctantly took off his shirt and set it aside. Fortunately, with his very basic training in treating wounds he had been taking care of it to the best of his ability, bandages were neatly applied, and clearly kept fresh. However the scope of his injuries beneath were far beyond his skill, if anything he managed to stave off what should be a mess of infections at the very least. Though even through the bandages, some more neglected older wounds and raw fresh scars could be seen. Lashes across his back, clearly applied deliberately rather than results of combat, and old welts in the final stages of healing.

He went to start to undo his bandages, but then took a look at his sooty hands and gave pause.
]

Perhaps it might be best if you did the rest...

[The wounds underneath were mess. Burns that had scales melt and fuse together, or cracked and fallen away, leaving tender skin underneath vulnerable to more of the same. It had been left without proper treatment long enough that, while there were no bad infections, there was was the telltale redness and swelling that signaled that some were starting to form. To complicate matters new scales were starting to grow, agitating injured skin and pushing again the sensitive melted scaled.

In short: a mess. It was a mess and he'd clearly been hoping that keeping the wounds clean and throwing a big band aid on it would make it go away, but hey. He tried.
]
Edited (AND WE CAN SEE HOW WELL I DID AFTER WAKING UP. GO ME.) 2022-03-16 20:53 (UTC)
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Hey I ain't a doctor, it'll sound 100% legit to me.

[personal profile] dontgetintherobot 2022-03-17 01:49 am (UTC)(link)
The table should be fine if that's easier for you.

[He couldn't quite meet her gaze, instead looking over at the table she mentioned. He'd been living with it long enough that even after the easier tumble turned what had been a dull ache into something worse, he was able to get himself onto the table with ease.

His gaze remained down on his lap, and his hand idly picked at the scaled on his wrists just to keep himself busy. After a moment of remaining quiet he finally spoke.
]

It's bad isn't it?
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[personal profile] dontgetintherobot 2022-03-17 03:41 am (UTC)(link)
It’s good to know I’m not the worst case at least.

[A weak attempt at humor, but an attempt. Usually Rex was the one that handled keeping people’s spirits up and making light of what was happening. It was still odd not having any of them just… around. It made his own personal shortcomings more obvious when they weren’t there to make up for it.

He idly turned his gaze to watch her do her work. It would likely make it easier to brace himself if she hit something sensitive.
]

It was done with the intent that I could still do my job. [a pause.] Well, less so the burns I suppose.

[At that point he really only needed to be breathing for Velens to get what he wanted.]

You get used to working through it after a while, and working kept me distracted.
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[personal profile] dontgetintherobot 2022-03-17 04:21 am (UTC)(link)
Yeah.

[He’s quiet after she offers to let him talk about it. He understood what she meant, it was to try and help him relieve the burdens he carried, but he felt they were his to cat and his alone.

But, he could at the very least give her a summary of what happened, to explain his father’s guilt. Or at least… part of it.
]

It’s… complicated. [He let out a sigh and took a breath, his recanting of the story was very distant, he tried to be as removed from it as he could.] My father is a Legatus, or he was. He lead the VIIth Legion was thought to be killed in action after a weapon project he was working on, the Ultima weapon, destroyed his base of operations in Eorzea.

My siblings and I all enlisted when the VIIth legion was reformed and we heard that the weapon project was being continued. We wanted to continue where he left off, to see his legacy through.

The Legatus that replaced my father hated him. My father surpassed him at every turn, and he hated it, despised him for it. We’re adopted, and not Garlean, so he didn’t even see us as people. We wound up easy targets for his resentment, and being the eldest of my siblings I did my best to take responsibility for them.

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[personal profile] dontgetintherobot 2022-03-17 05:07 am (UTC)(link)
I did. My brother Rex and I arranged it so our youngest sister would be taken into custody, by those who had come to stop the Legatus, Velens Van Varro.[the name is spat out venomously] Rex didn’t survive the encounter with them, it was by design, but…

[He was getting too personal, he could still see Rex’s smiling face as he went off to his death.

He shook his head and pushed the memories away.
]

At that point I was the only one left for Velens to vent his frustration on.

[He winced as she hit a tender spot, but made no sound. Didn’t hurt half as bad as receiving the injury.]

Just my father and I. There are others from my world, but none I knew personally.
Edited (DAMMIT) 2022-03-17 05:09 (UTC)
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[personal profile] dontgetintherobot 2022-03-17 11:52 pm (UTC)(link)
[He vehemently started shaking his head.]

No, I can't- [And then it all just came tumbling out unbidden. Things he didn't wish to tell, but couldn't help it. There was just so much, so much he'd been sitting on, so much he'd been holding back.] Out of the five of us, only our youngest sister was left.

[He ran his hands over his face, then slumped forward to just hold his head in his hands, as his breaths grew shakier. He was trying to hold himself together, but he was hanging on by a thread. For all he spoke of his father's guilt, he had no small amount of his own. He was forced to now live with the consequences of his actions, which was proving to be... quite the heavy burden.]

I asked my father to kill me. I didn't want to keep living as the weapon Velens forged me into. Every time my father looks at me I can see it, the guilt eats away at him- he can't find out. He shouldn't have the bare that guilt too...
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[personal profile] dontgetintherobot 2022-03-28 01:54 am (UTC)(link)
[He runs his hands over his face. He needs a moment to gather himself, kicking himself for just... saying it all. It was something he both wanted to keep to himself, but also to speak it, so it would be less lonely. It was eating it at him more than he cared to admit.

Her words snapped him from his thoughts. She was done he work. So he tentatively rolled his shoulders to gauge how well he'd healed. To his shock there was... nothing. Well, nearly nothing. Only the minor discomfort of the damaged scaled remained, but after everything he'd been dealing with, he barely acknowledged that as more than a minor annoyance.
]

There's... no pain. [He gets to his feet and tries to look over his shoulder, hard to see without a mirror, but it does at least look better than before.] I- I honestly can't remember the last time I could move and nothing hurt.

[He decided to be bold and stretch his arms up, and hear the satisfying crack of his back. And still, no pain. There's even a chuckle of relief, and his tail does a brief wag, again, something easier now that his back wasn't hurting.]
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[personal profile] dontgetintherobot 2022-03-28 03:44 am (UTC)(link)
Hopefully it will sort itself out, but in all likelihood I imagine some are just dead scales. Not much to do about it until the new ones start growing in though, then we can see what damage has been done.

[Hopefully the dead scales would get pushed out in favor of newer healthier ones, but honestly he couldn’t speak from experience. He’s never had to deal with that much damage before, and his father… well he was tragically scaleless. So even if he had the inclination to talk to him about anything, he still wouldn’t be able to help. He’d nearly taken him to the medical ward when he started losing his baby scales, if Alfonse hadn’t informed him it was normal.

He did at least assume since of the damage would be too much, and the scales just dead, it will be good to have someone that can actually get a good look at his back to help him with it. That and he really didn’t want to be the one plucking the scales off, something about the thought of it made him a bit squeamish.
]

So, should we head back then? I-if you want to of course, you’ve honestly helped me more than enough for today if you’re tired.

[He had no idea hope magic worked. At all. Could casting it make someone tired, he… he assumed so? But really, he had no concept of it at all. He just wanted to be considerate.