[it’s something of a relief, visiting to find Archie asleep. it gives her a chance to take this moment in her own stride, to let her mix of grief and fear and outrage and consolation overwhelm, paralyze, and mercifully release and let her breathe again.
she takes the seat beside him, putting the small, tie-dye sea turtle plush she’d purchased onto the nightstand, and takes vigil, closing her eyes for lengths of time as she braces against smaller swells of that initial wave that struck her upon arrival.
it doesn’t seem to be getting any easier to feel, but she’s getting better at keeping herself still — great news, considering any want to punch something would be...bad...considering her strength.]
[it takes him a good while to wake up again, and when he does he immediately presses his fingertips to his forehead with a groan. too hot in here. got a headache. want to get up and go for a walk, but can't yet.
he exhales, not quite noticing she's there. sorry, lu.] Ugh...
[despite her effort to remain placid, her eyes wince at mention of blood loss. she only knows what little was given to her in an Aegis report-out; the rest she learns here.]
...That’s alright. [she nods a little.] We’ll look after things. If you need me to keep an eye on the Pokémon...
You'll have to ask Guzma, [he says, leaning back, a little breathless from this all.] I lent them to him. He's a trainer and he's dealt with similar types to the ones I have.
[a thought occurs to him.]
...We got married. Guzma and I. Don't remember when, but apparently, that's... a thing. Bit weird, no? We barely tolerate each other.
Not in the slighest. I haven't seen any paperwork, I just know them nurses been givin' him visiting rights and such. Not that he even comes over that often, the lazy bastard.
[he groans again, another thought hitting him.]
...Don't tell Darin. [he makes a face.] Last talk we had about Guzma didn't go well...
[Lucina closes her eyes and exhales heavily through her nose. that man...has been tearing into her life in too many ways of late. it’s very uncomfortable.
after that beat:] You trust him to mind them? Safely?
It's the one entire subject I fully trust him not to be completely insufferable on. If you wanna see them, go to him. Maybe sneak Mightyena and Crobat in here soon, eh?
she sighs a little, trying to not take that to heart. he's hurt, tired...he's been through a lot. the last thing he wants to do is spill his guts about why...he got his guts spilled.]
Cyan hair. Alright. Is his description already in Aegis' databanks? If not, I can start a file.
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It’s time
she takes the seat beside him, putting the small, tie-dye sea turtle plush she’d purchased onto the nightstand, and takes vigil, closing her eyes for lengths of time as she braces against smaller swells of that initial wave that struck her upon arrival.
it doesn’t seem to be getting any easier to feel, but she’s getting better at keeping herself still — great news, considering any want to punch something would be...bad...considering her strength.]
zooms!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
he exhales, not quite noticing she's there. sorry, lu.] Ugh...
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[is it morning? doesn’t matter! she says it quietly anyway, watching him with a fond smile that warms when she is noticed.]
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[then his expression drops and he looks back down to the bed, at the cover over his legs.]
...Mmm. Sorry.
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For what? [it’s asked quietly, without accusation or expectation. she kind of assumes he means for being laid up at all, but...]
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Bein' stupid, [he says with a grimace.] I could've avoided this.
[it's not a particularly huge revelation. he knew that even before he got shot.]
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then:] Do you regret it?
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Yeah. I think so. I don't know. [he shifts his free hand over the covers, resting on his stomach.] Sure hurts enough...
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[as for regrets? she doesn’t press. there’s little else she can say of it, having not been there, and given her own history...]
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[he shrugs a shoulder a little awkwardly.]
I'll be back on my feet before ya know it.
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...That’s alright. [she nods a little.] We’ll look after things. If you need me to keep an eye on the Pokémon...
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[a thought occurs to him.]
...We got married. Guzma and I. Don't remember when, but apparently, that's... a thing. Bit weird, no? We barely tolerate each other.
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[..........................]
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I’m...sorry? Are you sure about that?
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[he groans again, another thought hitting him.]
...Don't tell Darin. [he makes a face.] Last talk we had about Guzma didn't go well...
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after that beat:] You trust him to mind them? Safely?
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[mood, lucina.]
It's the one entire subject I fully trust him not to be completely insufferable on. If you wanna see them, go to him. Maybe sneak Mightyena and Crobat in here soon, eh?
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No. The man despises me. I’ll not offer up even the slightest chance he do you or them harm to spite me.
I’ll trust what you say.
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[he's cut off by a pained grimace. archie doesn't know if guzma would hurt him or not...]
You don't-- even know the guy here who's... more dangerous than Guzma. From our world. It sure as hell wasn't Guzma that did this to me.
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...We don’t...you don’t have to talk about it right now. Just rest, Archie.
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That's what got me into this mess. Not talking about things.
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Alright. If it won’t hurt to talk about it right now...
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...I still don't want to talk about it. Ugh. Keep an eye out for a guy with cyan hair, aye? He's staying low. He shot me and Crobat.
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she sighs a little, trying to not take that to heart. he's hurt, tired...he's been through a lot. the last thing he wants to do is spill his guts about why...he got his guts spilled.]
Cyan hair. Alright. Is his description already in Aegis' databanks? If not, I can start a file.
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[he looks away, embarrassed.]
...I didn't bother. I thought I could deal with him myself.
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