elibe | damaged

inspired by this comic!

(It's after a particularly rough sortie and after everyone's been looked over and evaluated. Most of them might be able to get by with just some light repairs and rest but some are not as lucky. Rest alone won't be enough and they'll have to go in for more serious repairs. It could take all day at best or more at worst.

Serious repairs are exactly what they sound like-- serious-- but there's always that extra element that makes them a little more hesitant to surrender their true forms and enter the repairs room. Without their swords and reeling from heavy damage, they're perhaps in their most vulnerable state. It's times like this, alone with just their thoughts for company, that their years really begin to catch up with them. For some, it isn't too bad. There are a lucky few who are blessed with shorter histories or brighter lives but the unfortunate truth is that for many of them, the years have not been kind.

But this is their situation! And it can go one of a few ways right now...)

A.

(After some light harassing, Mutsunokami has managed to convince someone to get repairs! Would it help if he went with them? He doesn't mind, really and he'll even hold their hand as they stand in front of the room.)

Ready? (He gives their hand a firm squeeze,) It'll be over before ya know it!

(Or maybe Mutsunokami is the one that's here for heavy repairs. Mutsunokami is one of the luckier swords in question, someone with a shorter and much more pleasant history compared to others. Honestly, he finds repairs more boring than anything. Of course, he uses his blessings to focus on his companion right now. Being stuck in this room sure is boring! Sorry to get you dragged in here with him, heh heh... And sometimes he dozes off because being damaged is exhausting.

Repairs are pleasant enough for him but his damage is a little heavier today than usual. It's not something he's really used to and it shows when he suddenly jerks awake from a short nap, looking around the room in an alert sort of daze before relaxing.

Huh... strange.)

(Wildcard, give me your own prompt, talk to me, maybe theyre both in for repairs or something instead.)

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[Well, he's not dead if he can be annoying. Doudanuki feel relief, but outwardly he just looks even more surly than before. It's almost as if he's sunk further into the wall if that were possible, arms crossed over his chest and frown deepening.]

I'm bored here whether or not you're awake.

[aka "I WAS NOT WAITING FOR YOU TO WAKE UP, SHUT UP."

But seeing Mutsunokami try to sit up so quickly after waking up from such long repairs, Doudanuki holds up a hand.]

Take it easy. 'M not doin' anything interesting if you need to rest longer.

( Aw, he was waiting for him to wake up. How sweet! He mumbles at Doudanuki's insistence. He doesn't have to get up if he needs to rest? Heh. )

It's hot.

( Under the covers of a futon? He isn't sure. Heavy repairs always make him a little feverish and he wonders what he's feeling right now is that or just him working himself up into a discomforting state.

Shaking himself off with a heavy and tired groan, he props himself up in bed, )

How long was I asleep?

( Is it time to get out of here yet? Wishful thinking. He can feel he still needs more time with how tired and sore his body still feels. )

[He almost let his hackles raise at that mumbling, but then he remembered that they're both hurt and getting in a fight right now - while stress-relieving - probably isn't the best idea. He himself is still healing despite his stubborn refusal to sleep it off like most swords. Others had things to look back on, but Doudanuki had confusing fragments and memories that didn't belong to him. He preferred to say awake and bored instead.

Doudanuki shrugged in response to Mutsu's question and looked up at the clock that continued to count down the time until they could leave.]

A few hours, not long.

[They were still stuck in here for awhile, but at least there was some food brought in. He jerks his head toward the small tray left near the head of Mutsu's bed topped with a few onigiri and some tea.]

They brought something if you wanna eat.

( A few hours. Longer than he'd thought it had been. Or was it less? It's hard to tell with the past blurring with the present and making things feel so much longer than they really are. He looks over at the food on the tray and where he would have been quick to help himself, he finds his appetite lacking right now. Even he recognizes that's strange and he frowns.

Instead, he reaches for the tea. The tea pot feels heavy in his hand and he finds himself having to support his arm with his free hand as he pours. Ugh, he's just... really tired. He sets the teapot down heavily, the porcelain clattering loudly and he flinches again. He's never been graceful or particularly gentle when it comes to serving but even this is clunky for him, )

It's so quiet in here...! ( He tries to brush it off, ) And seriously... is it warm to ya?

( Or is it just him? is he starting to get a fever, he wonders?

This whole room is uncomfortable and he can feel himself starting to get on edge, his skin crawling and body becoming more tense. It's small and dark and closed off in here and it's so quiet and even Doudanuki isn't enough of a distraction from the memories blurring at the edge of his conscious-- a dimly lit room, quiet at night-- )

[He watches as Mutsunokami fumbles his way through getting tea and frowns. He knew the other sword was heavily injured, but he didn't think it would be this bad. Doudanuki doesn't answer right away, but as Mutsu's demeanour grows distant again, fidgeting, he pushes himself up off the ground and uses the motion to disguise a wince of pain.]

Dunno. I'm not the one under the futon.

[Even without enemies, this place has its own dangers lurking inside, and Doudanuki shuffles over to Mutsunokami, trying to hide the limp that still hasn't healed. He makes it over and grumbles as he lowers himself to the ground next to the other sword.]

Your face is pale though. You still need to rest?

( He feels so sore when his body is tense like this. The last battle hadn't been a kind one and Mutsu had come out with his fair share of cuts and bruises. Really, the fight had been rough enough and then he had to go and get himself thrown across the street too? He's lucky his opponent had used his energy to send him flying instead of actually breaking him on the spot.

Doudanuki's movements register but only barely. It's really hard to tell what's real and isn't right now and when he hears a voice so close to him, he jumps turning his attention to him. His eyes are bright and alert but hardly focused, looking at him almost as if he was a stranger before recognizing the other sword, )

I'm fine. ( A blatant lie but he's always been the one to downplay his injuries for the sake of not worrying others. ) Just... remembering things, ya know?

( He doesn't really need to explain but he can't help it. Looking down at his hands, closing tightly around his cup, )

... It's fast. ( His memory and the delirium it triggers. ) It'll be over before ya know it.

( And maybe he's saying this for himself too. )

[Just remembering things, ya know?

He does, but not in the way that Mutsu probably thinks. A lot of them know that he's not a single sword, but not a lot of them know just how disjointed his memories really are. Still, he knows that this place is hard on most of them. Their long histories tend toward the bloody or tragic, and some are more attached to their former masters than others.

Doudanuki nods slowly and remains sitting next to Mutsunokami, arms crossed over his chest. Sometimes he's a little jealous of them, having someone to remember, someone who cared about them. But at times like these, he's glad he doesn't have attachments. It can be a deadly thing - emotion.]

...You remembering that night or something else?

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8( <-- it's the only way he knows how to look

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