snowblindrpg | [log] forming a super group with knife dad's family [closed]

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[log] forming a super group with knife dad's family [closed]

Characters: Davesprite, Karkat, the Cat, Alfie, and Royce
Location: House 124
Date: Night 271
Summary: Two (c/k)ats and a bird meet up with two criminals; friendship ensues.
Warnings: Possibly discussion of event stuff (so, torture), mentions of self-harm relating to Royce. Specifics will be noted as necessary.

124: This house, covered in snow, is dark and cold, but better than outside. The snow presses in on the windows and makes the roof creak and groan whenever it shifts, but it seems to be holding up alright. It's a standard, single-story house with a living room, single bedroom, bathroom, kitchen, and dining room. There's a bed frame in the bedroom, but it doesn't have a mattress. The house is sparsely furnished, unfortunately with mostly metal There's a back door leading off into darkness, but it isn't locked. There's a blue smear on the bathroom cabinet. Xs have been carved into the cabinets in the kitchen. There are large smears of black spraypaint on the front and back doors. "Hsiaoke Pass" had been carved into the wall next to the back door, but it's been scratched off crudely with some sort of blade. It's been carved back in again nearby, deeply and with purpose. "ALPHONSE ELRIC, DAY TWO HUNDRED AND FOURTEEN. IF YOU NEED ANY ASSISTANCE, PLEASE CALL @LELRIC." has been written on a wall.

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[He looks aside, thinking, then back.]

I've got a video of House drawing blood from me, then injecting himself with it. It's when we tested what the whole "adjusted" thing meant for non-human blood. Do you think it would help take the edge off if I sent you it?

Maybe. [ Royce says, still not looking at Davesprite. ] It's the drip of it that's important. But the video is worth a shot.

[He can feel himself tensing on that thought. The drip? Why couldn't the substance be enough? But every beyond that...]

If that's it, it probably won't work. It just looks like somebody drawing glowstick juice out of my arm. It's not even red.

[ He curls a little into himself. ]

It's fine. I can handle it.

[He looks like a kicked puppy, doing that.]

I can still send it when I'm back at my tablet. I'm just saying I won't be surprised if it doesn't help much. I just don't want you having to hurt your own self about it, you know?

[A pause.]

Do you know what type your blood is?

I don't realize I'm doing it half the time. [ A pause. ] And no. I don't. I should ask. But I don't like speaking to her very much.

It doesn't take more than a question. "Yo, what's my blood type?" And then a doctor can tell you who it's compatible with. I talked about it a little with Alfie, you know—the transfusion thing. Both Karkat and I have our MN poisoning gone, so if we stay normal, maybe we could help if we've got compatible types. Karkat's... you know how he is, but I know he'd want to help if he can.

[ He fidgets, pressing his hands further into his stomach. Talking about this makes him want it. ]

I don't want to make him see his own blood. [ Royce says, and at least that's firm. ] And I don't know who would do the transfusion.

Then mine, if it's compatible.

[He shrugs. He hates seeing blood, but he's grown up with enough of it to poker face through it.]

There's still doctors around—Strange, Watson, and Mrs. Watson's a nurse. Alfie said Watson had a look at your hands before. Karkat has another reason already for maybe visiting Strange. I'm guessing the new dude's off the table for reasons of not knowing him yet, and there's no way in hell we're bringing House into it.

John's - busy. [ Royce isn't going to barter for his attention, though of all the doctors in Norfinbury, he trusts John the most. There's a pause, and he hunches down. ]

The new one is friends with House. Don't know if I trust Strange. And I'm not going to make you see your blood, either. I know it bothers you.

With Ecks?

[He knows he was going to help her. He doesn't know if that's still ongoing or if he has someone else to help.]

But dude, I can put up with it. A little momentary discomfort is worth more than you playing carving board with your own hands.

With Ecks. [ And with someone else. Quark, Royce thinks, but he didn't care enough to ask. ] Prefer not to do it.

Putting someone else's blood in me is - it's. [ It's a lot, and Royce thinks the process is horrifying. ]

[He thinks of Alfie, telling him he was to the point of not caring, and isn't sure how to feel. Should he be glad he does again, or disappointed that it means not wanting help? He scratches his fingers into his hair at the back of his neck.]

Is it worse than this, though? I can't force you into anything, and it all depends on blood types and seeing if we stay normal. But this right here isn't good, Royce. Alfie's worried about you. Bad worried.

[ Despite everything, something in Royce feels good about Alfie being worried about him. ]

... I know. [ He shrugs vaguely. ] If someone really wanted to, I wouldn't stop them from doing it.

[And he can see here why Alfie is. It's one thing to hear him or read his words and gauge how bad he's doing from that, but another to look at him and see it in such a weak gesture.]

Ask the Admin, then. It's not a promise that you have to do something, but it can't hurt to know it.

[ Royce stares down at his hands, flexing them absently. ]

Yeah. [ Sure. ] I assume you know yours.

Eyes up here, bro.

[He sees you staring down there. Don't even think about it.]

I'm B negative, adjusted on account of being half-crow and a sprite. I dunno about Karkat; I haven't asked.

[ Oops. Royce pauses, turning his hands and hiding them from himself for now. If he's talking to someone, it usually isn't a problem. ]

I didn't know there were types of blood to begin with. [ Royce murmurs. ] Mixing it seems wrong.

... I think you're not getting it. People don't mix their blood together just for funsies or to make their lives more convenient; it's a whole life-saving procedure doctors came up with. Say if somebody gets injured and loses too much blood, a transfusion is the thing that can help save them from dying even after they're patched up the rest of the way. I don't want this blood obsession to lead to you fucking yourself up worse than you can fix, you feel me?

[He's worried about the depression, too, but it seems easier to tackle from this angle.]

And I don't know all the ins and outs of blood typing, but I do know that you have to match the right types together. That's why I brought it up at all. Like, that's why House and I tested it: our types were compatible taken on their own, but we wanted to see if the adjustment meant the species difference got accounted for, too.

Not a doctor. [ So he has no idea how it works, and - well, his doctors aren't exactly great at being doctors, so much. ] I'll leave the understanding to them.

In either case. I'm not looking to make people rearrange what they're doing to make sure I don't end up killing myself. If it happens, it happens.

Royce—

[He casts his gaze around, like something in the room can make this easier.]

Jesus, dude. I spent months, maybe a whole year with all the time travel I did, all to save somebody who wasn't even grateful for it and treated me like a shitty knockoff version of the real Dave afterward. You think I'm going to just shrug and move the fuck on when all it's going to take is a little blood transfusion? We're your friends. Alfie hasn't been holding your hands and telling you he loves you and everything just to let you off yourself for no good reason, and I'm not going to let you sit here and tell me why I shouldn't care, either. I've got better things to do than let another one of my friends die.

[ Royce finally looks up at Davesprite, expression maybe a little sad. Sad and weary. ]

I know you're my friends. [ He says, softer. ] I'm not actually trying to argue with you, this time. I just know I am low on Watson's priority list. Which doesn't bother me. Nothing does.

I don't care. Not for lack of wanting to. It just never comes.

[He lets out a breath, harsher than a sigh, exasperated and tired and worried. He can't... fix him on his own like this, but it's important. It's his life.]

I'm waking Alfie up.

[Then he sets into cawing, loud and obnoxious and repeated. It's not a sound typical for Norfinbury.]

[Worst wakeup ever, Davesprite. He makes a protesting noise, followed by a shaddap.]

[ Royce startles almost out of his seat, on the other hand. The movement might be enough to make Alfie at least open his eyes, because it's Royce reacting a little violently. Not in Davesprite's direction, but still, it's a sharp, sudden movement and a hand being slapped to cover his ear, like that'll help.

Davesprite, you oughta warn a dude. ]

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