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[hot_mess_express]

Who: Heroes
When: Day 36 night
Where: Back outside the train

[Well. You’re all in some kind of. State. A rather chagrined voice mutters on the wind;]

That isn’t quite how I envisioned it going…

[At any rate! There are new stars in the sky in ginger goldenrod, thyme apple and senna terracotta.

Well how are you all doing?]

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[bluediligence]

[ There’s a little huff of displeasure at the reminder of, oh, yeah, her limbs are currently clockwork replacements. ]

Dunno ...

[ It’s too much to think about right now. ]

[schrodingerscockroach]

Faito.

I know how to fix mine, are you sure you don't know?

[bluediligence]

[ You’re asking her to think?? ]

[ Hrghhhh ... ]

... Couple of days? I think. Yeah, couple of days ... find someone to fix it ...

[schrodingerscockroach]

Do you know how they're supposed to?

[bluediligence]

Nnnnope.

[ Magic, she guesses? Who knows! She sure doesn’t. ]

[ All she really knows and cares about right now is that she hurts, she’s too hot, and that he’s the blessedly frigid. She presses her forehead against his collarbone, sighing. ]

[schrodingerscockroach]

[He breathes in sharply again. U G H]

[Just get her to Ginger.]

Maybe you'll know better later....

[bluediligence]

[ Reaches up ... ]

[ Pats vaguely, and very, very clumsily, at his face. ]

Don’ worry, Dusk. S’all gonna be fine.

[schrodingerscockroach]

[Staring at her hand.]

[So close, so close-]

[He's starting to shake.]

It's. Fine. All fine. [Tight and squeaky.]

[bluediligence]

Gonna be. [ Even sick and feverish, she knows that’s an important distinction to make. ]

[ ... Is he shaking? Pats his cheek again. ]

Dusk...?

[schrodingerscockroach]

I-

Ah-

[He just kind of makes aborted sounds, staring at her arm. She's so warm and close and smells so good.]

[bluediligence]

[ Cracks her eyes open, peering blearily up at him. She’s sure she can feel him shake now, and the little noises he’s making, like he’s trying to speak but ... can’t? ]

[ Her other hand, the one now made of gears and clockwork, curls into his shirt over his shoulder. ]

Dusk. S’okay. All gonna be okay. Don’t worry, ‘kay?

[schrodingerscockroach]

[Maybe]

[Maybe if Crow hadn't drawn blood before, he'd have managed. Maybe if Faito hadn't been so warm, he would have been fine.]

[But in the end, he wasn't fine and her arm is too close and he jerks forward before he can stop himself, biting into her forearm.]

1/3

[bluediligence]

[ ? ]





[ ??!?!!!!!! ]

2/3

[bluediligence]

[ that ]

[ that hurts, blunt teeth digging into her, drawing blood - she howls, wrenching her arm back ]

[ and that hurts even more, leaves her bleeding even more, even if she doesn’t succeed in yanking it free of him, but that’s okay - ]

3/3

[bluediligence]

[ - because she immediately punches him right in the mouth with her clockwork fist, with every ounce of desperate, panicked strength she can muster. ]

1/3

[schrodingerscockroach]

[Luckily Faito is a very strong teenager girl and used to trying to hit Dusk]

[And luckily Dusk has been fighting to keep control so as soon as the fist connects, the pain hits, it drags him back into control because he must be in control, you are being hurt, you must control-]

[There is blood and flesh and the girl, the girl who he knows-]

2/3

[schrodingerscockroach]

[He drops her]

3/3

[schrodingerscockroach]

[There is blood in his mouth, flesh, he wants to swallow, he wants to eat-]

[He stumbles back and he forces himself to spit it out, gagging and shaking, trying to get himself to throw up, to not swallow, DO NOT SWALLOW]

[bluediligence]

[ She lands hard, lands wrong, too winded to cry out. The new pain is fresh and burning hot; blood runs thick down her arm. It hurts. Fuck, it hurts, and between the shock and the fever it’s hard to think beyond instinct. ]

[ So she lashes out with her legs, kicking blind and hard as she scrambles to get some distance. ]

[schrodingerscockroach]

[He's not on stable footing so when he feels the kick in his side, he pinches over, hitting the ground with a grunt.]

[He looks back, sees the fear and-]

[No]

[Nononononononononononononononononononononono]

[He scrambles back to his feet and he just RUNS.]

[bluediligence]

[ B...YE ]

[ She stares after him, heart pounding in her throat (in the raw, open wound torn into her arm). It chokes her. She can't call out after him, can't chase him down - can't ... ]

[ The tears, when they come, burn hotter than the fever. ]

[schrodingerscockroach]

[He will apologize]

[So much later]

[He's gonna buy her fifty million cute clothes and just]

[Be a disaster.]

[Looks like he's got a star for the renewal of nightmares.]

[bluediligence]

[ She will come for him. ]

[ ... Later. Much later, when she's done being a Mess. For now she just sits right where she is on the ground, crying, clutching at the wound. Eventually it may occur to her that she should try to get back to Ginger. E...Eventually. ]

[survivaltricks]

[JUST WHAT FAITO NEEDS RIGHT NOW: another clover]

[it's the smell of blood that hits him first, slamming right into his senses like a truck. his stomach flips with want and desire and need, but he wrangles those down quickly. and once they're locked away again, his more sensible side realizes that the smell of blood plus the gentle sound of crying is. . . a bad combo]

[SO HERE IS CLOVER'S NEWEST, rushing towards the noise, unicorn hoodie pulled over his head]

Hey. . .!

[and he darts towards her, crouching down, hands balled into fists into his pockets so he isn't making it obvious how many non-human instincts he's fighting back right now]

What happened? Are you okay?

[bluediligence]

[ It's a pretty sad scene, all told. ]

[ She looks up blearily, hazy-eyed and flushed with fever, her face all gross and wet and splotchy from crying. She's still crying. It's hard to focus through all of that — the lingering pain from her transformed limbs don't help — but she's Doing Her Best, ok. ]

I-I, my … m-my friend bit me and left me here, and I don't — [ She sniffles, gulps. Clutches herself tighter, a shiver wracking through her. She doesn't sound mad so much as lost ]

I don't k-know why or if he's o-okay, and the floor won't stop spinning.