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13th_captain[As night falls, anyone near the northern edge of the village might spot a figure slowly limping his way towards the southern reaches of town, headed towards House 25. Closer observation will reveal that it's Arumat, battered and bleeding and dragging his right leg as he doggedly trudges on in silence. There's a makeshift splint on his injured leg; the pants leg beneath it is flattened and soaked with blood from an unknown injury. It's obvious that he's in pretty bad shape. However, any offers of help will likely be met with an angry glare... he's focused on one thing and one thing alone, and that's getting back home.
Of course, Arumat being Arumat, he won't announce his return once he reaches the house. Instead, he'll drag himself to the couch in the living room, where he'll collapse, too exhausted and in too much pain to manage the trek from it to his own room.
... and yes, he left a nice blood trail from the door to the couch. Have fun cleaning that up, Myuria and Draco.]
Of course, Arumat being Arumat, he won't announce his return once he reaches the house. Instead, he'll drag himself to the couch in the living room, where he'll collapse, too exhausted and in too much pain to manage the trek from it to his own room.
... and yes, he left a nice blood trail from the door to the couch. Have fun cleaning that up, Myuria and Draco.]
/practically crying laughing now
Date: 2010-06-06 07:49 am (UTC)This is an epic thread.
Date: 2010-06-06 07:52 am (UTC)This is what happens when you combine too much coffee with too little sleep
Date: 2010-06-06 07:56 am (UTC)Death himself won't die that easily.
I was supposed to go to sleep like a half an hour ago.
Date: 2010-06-06 08:03 am (UTC)I've been the one left behind too many times. I'm going to fix this.
So was I but shhhhh
Date: 2010-06-06 08:12 am (UTC)>>
Date: 2010-06-07 03:53 pm (UTC)SLEEP, WHAT IS THIS SLEEP OF WHICH YOU SPEAK?
Date: 2010-06-07 03:59 pm (UTC)[You've seen his scars, Myuria. Half of those are from wounds that should have killed him but somehow didn't.]
SOMETHING THAT KEEPS TRYING TO DESTROY ME
Date: 2010-06-08 06:52 am (UTC)[She doesn't want to die, really. She just hates being the one left alive.]
I NEED TO STOP GOING TO BED AT STUPID O'CLOCK
Date: 2010-06-08 03:44 pm (UTC)Looks like we'll both just have to keep defying death until it changes its mind.
[Truth be told, though, given how pale and bloody he is right now, he really does look like Death itself.]
SO DO I.
Date: 2010-06-10 07:38 am (UTC)It shouldn't be so soon. If it doesn't like us now, why change its mind?
YEAH BUT AT LEAST YOU DON'T HAVE TO BE UP AT 8 FOR WORK.
Date: 2010-06-10 04:52 pm (UTC)Who knows why death does anything it does? The lad isn't the only one who is capricious.
[He's started to unlace the front of his... whatever the heck that jacket thing is while he's been speaking, and now that he's accomplished that, he's going to be trying to wriggle out of it. Yes, he does plan to drop it on the floor despite it being all bloody. He's not about to sleep in something that's both a) uncomfortable and b) a mess.]