Event: Consolidation Theory, Part Four and Five

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Characters: red-marked characters and their new friends
Location: ???
Date: Morning 354, Morning and Day 355
Summary: A quiet morning and a confusing morning, or maybe they're both, or maybe they're neither.
Warnings: gore, psychological horror, warn for specifics in the subject lines

Part Four OOC Post
Part Five OOC Post

Comments

[rattlingthestars]

I hate this.

[ It's said in a sigh, almost too quiet to hear over the noise in the rest of the room. He's never felt this vulnerable, ever, and - it feels like everyone's looking, even if they aren't.

Still, Jim jerks himself closer, close enough for Zack to help. ]

Careful. Please.

[heroproceeding]

[ He's not the only one, Zack wants to say. But he keeps his mouth shut in the end. Won't do him any good. Won't do them any good for that matter.

But maybe what might is.. hell, he doesn't know, but he wants to try and help anyway. So, he waits until Jim gets close enough. And at that request, he nods in certainty. Keeps his messed up hand planted uncomfortably on the wall which hurts enough in it of itself. But it's even worse as he offers out his other hand to Jim to use for balance as he leads him to lean against the wall. ]

Just slide down it. I'll keep your balance for you.

[rattlingthestars]

[ Jim silently braces his good arm on Zack's arm as he limps to the wall, teeth clenched so tightly that for a moment he can even feel the pain of them over the way the rest of his body is screaming. He slides down as carefully as he can, but he can't completely hold back a muffled cry when he hits bottom.

His leg is bandaged and braced, but it's also flopping uselessly in front of him. He doesn't even look at it, or Zack, just up at the ceiling. ]

Happy?

[heroproceeding]

Ecstatic.

[ The word's forced out as he catches himself on the wall momentarily with his good hand now that he's got it back. He's so damn sore- but Jim's worse. Jim's much worse off and that's what gets him to move. He'd heard that cry- winced at it.

Now, he carefully echoes Jim's movements, slipping down to sit next to him. It takes all his self-control not to wrap an arm immediately around his shoulders and coax him close. He'll... do that in a minute. Right then, he ignores the protests from his bruises to instead focus on leaning uncomfortably forward... and very gingerly feeling along that obviously broken leg. To make sure they didn't halfass the set. ]

Ifrit, Jim...

[rattlingthestars]

Don't -

[ Don't what? Touching it is obviously happening no matter how Jim feels about it (secretly, it's a relief, but it still hurts). ]

Don't make it a big deal, okay?

[ It just makes it worse. If Jim can pretend that this isn't happening, he can get through it. ]