week 1, thursday

[disilluded]

[Knock knock, Steph!

It's Thursday, at a relatively early but decent hour, and Sousei is here to check on those wounds of yours after everything!

It's the least he can do really after that mess.

Hopefully she's like.

Still there right now.]

Comments

[disilluded]

[And so he will! Sup.]

I do not intend to take up much of your time. I simply wished to check on your status and your injuries.

[vigilantics]

Thank you.

... for yesterday too. I know everyone was busy freaking out over Natsuo.

[ well, she knows that now, anyway. ]

[disilluded]

You do not owe me any thanks. Thankfully, the injuries were basic enough that I could assist with them.

[They'd have been in trouble if she'd needed stitches though.]

How do they feel now?

[vigilantics]

Better.

[ they'd probably feel better if she stopped attempting to fuckin walk but. you know. she's not going to say that. ]

We really need to figure out a way to invest in painkillers though.

[disilluded]

[Ah yeah..]

I suspect that that would be too much to ask of a place like this. They are attempting to wear us down.

[vigilantics]

Well, at this rate we'll probably die faster of infection than murder.

[disilluded]

That would be ideal. [Sousei???]

We would have more time then.

[Ah, it was probably A Joke.]

[vigilantics]

[ there's a pause




and then she laughs. ]

[disilluded]

[holy shit someone got one of his jokes

He clears his throat, a little surprised.]

... For now, so long as you keep your injuries clean and do not strain them, you should be fine.

[vigilantics]

[ ... she definitely manages the first one but she has and will fail step two spectacularly. ]

Are you used to doing this kind of thing?

[disilluded]

And what do you mean by that?

["This kind of thing" could be a lot of different things in this particular moment.]

[vigilantics]

Oh, uh. Checking on people like this.

[ she points at her bandages. ]

[disilluded]

Ah, well.

[He nods at that, comfortably enough.]

I am the captain of a squad in my world. It is my duty to check on them when they are injured in the line of duty.

[vigilantics]

[ why are there so many people with squads here... ]

That's very... dutiful of you, to keep doing that.

[disilluded]

[Have you looked at him, Steph... "dutiful" is his middle name.]

I owe that to them, if nothing else. They follow me into that danger, after all, on my command.

[vigilantics]

[ i thought it was "stripper boots" ]

Are you guys fighting some kind of war then?

[disilluded]

No, not any longer. Our objective has been more or less completed.

[A shake of his head, and:]

At least there is that, if I must be in a place like this.

[vigilantics]

...

Still. We should get you back home to them anyway.

[disilluded]

Yes, that is the intention.

[...]

You have a home and family to return to as well, I presume?

[vigilantics]

... yeah. Friends and my mom.

[ she tries not to think about missing them too much. ]

[disilluded]

Then we will return you to them as well, soon enough.

[He's got confidence to spare, at least.]

[vigilantics]

Well... we will definitely do our best then.

[ look, in her book, getting out would be great but her first priority is to make sure everyone else goes home. ]