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[open] day and night

Who ⬤ Majima (Shuten) & Open
What ⬤ June 2022 Event: Summer Begins
Content Warnings ⬤ horror, mental illness, torture, abuse (physical/emotional), trauma, depression, grooming/manipulation, violence. check individual subject lines for more content warnings.

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☀️ what the hell are you wearing?
☀️ [resting on] doctor's orders
☀️ [goromi] wet t-shirts
☀️ bonfire
🌙 separation
🌙 the broken lake
🌙 haunt joins the party
🌙 your house is on fire
⭐ wildcard

majima 🎶
goromi 🎶

svarte greiner - knive 🎶

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[ The haunts, in the end, had tried to lead him to the river to drown. Chijoku has had no luck in pushing his way into taking control of Majima's body, the haunts have ensnared his flesh thoroughly. In the water though, the uwabami has other powers to work with. He lets Majima sink just enough to see the haunts on their way, and then uses the waters of the Sanzu to push their body back to shore. That is as far as they make it and Chijoku instead uses the rest of his tricks to keep Majima from dying of cold while they wait. The mud on the banks helps, a little. Majima's body sinks down in to it as the waves recede, and the mud is pushed up higher around him when the waves return.

That is how Azem will find him on the banks of the river, pale white scales and muddied hair sticking out along the shoreline. He looks pale enough to be dead, but he's still breathing. ]

Edited 2022-06-11 23:00 (UTC)

[ Since all of this began, Azem has been doing what they can to help out. Ever one to put others before themself they've done what they can to block out their own nightmares while going about locating people that have wandered off. Her goal has been simple, find those that are lost or injured and get them somewhere safe.

For someone without the ability to see the soul they certainly have a knack for locating the lost.

When they finally do locate Majima their chest tightens in worry. They do their best not to show it as they haul the taller man's cold form from the mud. ]

Of all the places...

[ Something sparks at her touch, remnants of the haunt. Little purple motes of cursed energy bite at Azem, but are too small now to gain a hold on them. They fizzle out quickly, stinging everything around them as they go. But that's the last of it, and Majima has not at all stirred. He hangs entirely limp in Azem's arms, heavy with snake scale and muscle. ]

[ While the bits of cursed energy take Azem by surprise, they don't stop of flinch away. They continue to haul Majima up until they're on solid ground. It's only then that Azem finally picks him up and gets him over their shoulder. ]

I got you. Lets get you inside and cleaned up. [ And warmed up. He definitely needs that, he feels so cold against her. If not for the fact that she can pick up on his breathing she'd be worried she was too late to locate him.

As they begin to make their way away from the river, Azem gives Majima a little boost with her healing magic. Something to help him recover a bit faster, though he still needed proper care to ensure it didn't go to waste. ]

[when Azem brings him through the door, Emily's at the front doing paperwork - and she stands immediately, eyes wide with shock, coming around to help support him. he's frigid, and her first thought is hypothermia, that they need to do everything they can to warm him up. still alive, and Chijoku still there -]

Help me get him to the recovery room, now. And tell me everything you know.

[there's a harsh type of strictness that only comes out of panic, and that's what colors her voice now. this isn't how she wanted to find him again.]

Edited 2022-06-18 21:43 (UTC)

[ While Majima isn't that difficult for Azem to carry around, she has been carrying him for quite some time now so she's thankful the little bit of aid she's given in moving him into the recovering room.

Azem has spent her entire adult life dealing with one crisis after another. It's part of her job as a member of the Convocation. So she remains calm even as Emily orders her around. ]

Down by the river. He was in the mud on the banks. I can only assume the nightmares led him there, a little of the energy was still clinging to him when I found him.

Did he speak? Did you see anything or anyone else? As many details as you can give will be useful.

[blankets. they'll need those, and more than usual, and she's grateful that she has them, fresh washed and ready. he can't stay in his wet clothes either, and she has no hesitation once he's laid out to start undressing him. despite her tone, her hands on him are gentle, just swift, removing the chilled garments from him so that circulation won't be impeded.

a good portion of her mind is devoted to how this can be cured, but there's a section of her brain that just keeps repeating stay with me.]

I'm sorry, that's all the information I have. He was alone and unconscious when I found him.

Would that I still had all of my abilities... [ She sounds mournful, the only emotion she's shown so far. With her abilities she might have been able to find him sooner. She would definitely be able to delve into his memories and tell Emily what happened. ]

What do you need of me, information aside.

[pants as well, and she'll deal with the muddy clothes when she's at a loss for what else to do. there's no room for being overtly modest when it comes to saving lives. starting to put blankets on him, she knows the mental list of what she'll have to do in order to slowly rewarm him - it will take a while, and she'll have to be constantly vigilant.]

I need you to find a way to quietly send word to the Shuten Clan that their missing lieutenant has been found. He's in critical condition, but he's being looked after. They'll have been keeping an eye out for him.

[she pauses, forcing herself to take a breath, before she looks up to Azem's eyes. in her own is a sheer, unambiguous relief.]

...Thank you for bringing him here. You have no idea what it is you've done.

[ It seems all Azem can do is stand back and let Emily do what needs to be done. She wishes she could do more, but that is ever Azem's attitude toward any situation. Always wanting to do more. ]

I have a few friends in the clan, don't worry, I'll let them know. [ She offers a small tired smile.

The look she receives speaks volumes, Azem bobs her head in a nod. ] There's no need to thank me, I'm only doing what I can to help. I'm just glad I found him when I did. I cast a little cure on him, not sure how well it'll help but hopefully he'll recover a bit faster.

[ She begins to offer a hand to shake then stops herself. She's not in any better shape than Majima was moments ago when it comes to mud and blood covering her. ] I'm Azem, by the way.

Emily Dyer.

[she bows her head briefly, and then looks back down to Majima, placing two fingers against his neck, feeling for the slowed pulse.

this will be slow, dangerous work, but maybe...her eyes shut for a moment, before reopening.]

...Your healing, how does it work?

[could she do what she's thinking about? if she frames it mentally as bringing him back to center, if it's restoration...it just might work. but it'll drain a chunk of her energy. hardly a concern when it comes to bringing back the man she loves.]

It is a pleasure to meet you, Emily Dyer. Though I do wish it were under better circumstances.

[ Azem watches the other woman's movements for a moment before turning her attention to herself. She feels disgusting and definitely need a nice long bath. But she still has too much do.

Luminescent blue eyes turn back to her. ]

Cure is a restorative spell that staunches bleeding, repairs broken bones, and knits damaged tissue. Unfortunately, I currently only have access to the lowest level of the spell so it can take repeated casts to do much good. On top of that the only aether I currently have access to is what I have in my own reserves so I'm limited to how many times I can cast such spells.

Why do you ask?

Because out of the magicians I've met here, healing is a rare skill. Color me always interested, as a physician - and it tells me that we're going to need a different plan of attack to stabilize him.

[another blanket on him, and she watches the rise and fall of his chest.]

I have...a somewhat strange request to make of you, Azem, if it's possible. It'll require going back outside, so if you'd rather not, I understand.

It does rejuvenate, as well. Though, I never tried to use it in a case like this.

[ She motions toward Majima. ]

I will need to go out again to continue helping out, so whatever you need tell me. I will endeavor to acquire whatever you need to keep this place running.

I can at the least bring him out of the chill. But after the fact...I'm going to need some type of food. I'll compensate you for it.

[when your powers draw on your energy, she knows she'll feel faint after whatever she does for him. a meal and strong coffee will fix that enough to keep going.]

Ah, I needn't leave to do that. I only need something you don't mind sacrificing in favor of it becoming something edible. Though I can understand if you'd prefer I run out and get you something. At least then we can guarantee it tastes good.

[ For all of Azem's returned abilities, she never has been all that great creating food that tastes as good as it looks. ]

[that gets her to blink some in surprise.]

...While that is something truly remarkable, and something I'd like to question you more about on a later date, I'm afraid I have nothing to sacrifice at the moment.

[nothing that wasn't essential supplies. whatever they can keep on hand for patients, they need to.]

[ Azem smiles and bobs her head in a nod. ] Fair enough.

What would you like me to acquire? I'll make it as speedy of a trip as I can.

Whatever seems the most appealing, and get some for yourself as well. I'll pay you back once you return.

[she offers a smile to them for it. there's one thing she needs to do, and she doesn't think Azem should be in the room for it.]

Very well.

[ Azem adjusts her hood and heads for the door. As curious as she is to see what it is Emily plans to do, but it's probably better she gets the food there as soon as possible.

She returns sometime later with some conbini food. She would have prefered to grab something from a stand but given everything that's going on she feels she was lucky to even find a conbini open. ]

I'm back! [ There's a variety of cheap stuff, stuff Azem doesn't think tastes that great but it's the best she can do right now. Unfortunately, that means there's nothing fresh or hot. ]

Have you a kettle so that we can heat up water? [ She asks as she begins to unload the haul on the nearest empty surface she can find. ]

[when Azem has left, then Emily can do the one thing she would prefer no one walk in on. the last piece of soiled clothing she has to remove is his eyepatch, exposing the ruin there, and she's as gentle as if he was awake to wipe away any mud or water. it is something he hides away from all, but she knows she'll be forgiven in this moment for bearing witness.

he's still so cold, and she can't linger, but she does bend her head and kiss the scars, an impulse she doesn't want to deny before concealing it all under a medical patch. when that's done, she breathes in, and shifts his blankets so she can put her hands on him - over the heart, and cartoid artery. focus, and draw up her own reserves of energy.

what Azem will see when she returns might explain why Emily isn't verbally replying. her hands are alight with a soft glow, her eyes have a slight green shine, and though no window is cracked, it feels as though a breeze passes through the room - like late springtime, stirring and clearing the air.

Emily's lost in a deep concentration, trying to put this to right. she can't waywardly throw her energy into him - Hibiki warned that it was like pouring a cup of wine into a dry well - but if she focuses on restoration, then there's a chance. his blood needs to warm, to carry heat across his body, to cycle it through carefully enough that he won't go into shock. keep the core protected, and the rest will come. she can afford no distractions, for this close, to her, it is almost as if she can feel their heartbeats synchronized.

steady. steady. pulling someone up from the depths, and slowly rising with them.

there is a kettle, though, in the tiny excuse for a breakroom they have.]

[ She feels it before she sees it, that telltale sense of magic that sends a rush through her. It pulls her back into the room like a moth to a flame. Being in a world without aether has left Azem feeling out of sorts. Feeling something similar, something that feels so normal to her that she wants to grasp it and never let it go.

Everything about this energy reminds her of a high level cure spell casts by someone who focuses more on white magic than she does. It's soothing even if it's not directed at her.

After a moment spent basking in the familiar feeling she shakes herself out of it, remembering there's food that needs to be prepared. She quickly turns, shucking off her rain coat and setting it somewhere near the door before finding a sink to clean herself up as best she can. There's little that can be done for all of the mud and bloody rain that's clung to her lower half but at least she can clean up her face and hands. Once she's as clean as she's going to get she pokes around until she finds the kettle and sets about getting everything ready.

If Emily doesn't come find her before the noodles are done she'll return to the room to check on her. ]

[she'll witness the tail end of it, the glow fading from Emily's hands and the breeze dying. warmth and a bit of color has returned to the man's face, drawn up by her work. he'll stay warm, cocooned as he is, growing more so with time. but working that hard, that quickly takes a toll, and she has to step back, feeling like she just ran for miles. unconsciously, she'd poured more and more of her own energy into him, trying to reach him - she's so tired, and she wishes she could simply curl up next to him and nap. but she can't do that when other people are around. the most she can get away with is brushing his hair back from his forehead, to kiss it and hope he has a deep and dreamless sleep.

of course, realizing Azem walked in the room, she straightens instantly and blushes. that's not the most professional look on her.]

...Majima is stable enough that he's not going to get worse, but still fragile. I'm going to keep him here and not risk transfer to another facility unless necessary - we can observe his condition in the meanwhile.

[so, her initial message of "he's alive but critical" is unchanged.]

[ Azem smiles as she catches the little kiss. It's sweet to see and the urge to tease rises a little but she squashes it down. She doesn't know this woman well enough to do such things.

Though maybe she'd tease Majima a little later. ]

That's a relief.

[ She jerks a thumb over her shoulder back toward where the food is waiting. ] Should I bring everything in here or... Also I wasn't sure what to get so I, uh, just got a little of everything I could.

Y-yes, do you need help with it?

[she steps Azem's direction, but has to pause when she's swaying. ugh, there's that faintness in her body...she'll have to sit soon.]

[open] day and night

[closed] 🌙 azem & emily 🌙 cw: horror

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