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Who ⬤ Artemy Burakh and you!
What ⬤ All around the place.
When ⬤ Throughout the month.
Where ⬤ Lots of places.
Content Warnings ⬤ Drug use. Will add as needed.

i. dumpster diving;

[ Despite not having to struggle so much for coin and food, Artemy still can be found buried halfway in garbage cans throughout the city. He digs around to see if there is anything particularly useful in the trash or even if there's half-eaten or thrown away scraps to eat.

Pulling himself free, he does not seem at all embarrassed or troubled to have been caught. Instead, he hesitantly holds out what he's found. The hesitation is that he isn't sure he wants to give it up, but he also finds no worth in being too greedy. ]

Would you like some?

ii. high definition;

[ He has tested out his own medication on himself so it doesn't seem strange to him that others request help in the same manner.

If it will benefit the population in some way, he is willing. Of course, he wonders how effective the drugs can be to someone who is relatively healthy. Relatively being the key term.

He is still recovering from twelve-days of exhaustion, starvation, dehydration, and a wide variety of issues. So, actually, maybe these drugs are good to try on him.

'Course he ends up feeling more like he has downed multiple bottles of twyrine. His senses both feel deadened and awakened; he feels like he can actually hear the city around him. It leaves him speechless that to come with the awareness that the city is just as alive as his town once was. ]

It's calling.

[ It's what he says as he staggers around the streets. ]

The city is calling.

iii. kappa kappa;

All right!

[ It is what is heard before his hand snaps out to grab the back of the shirt of someone sneaking around the tunnels. ]

What are you doing here?

[ Artemy draws himself up to his full height; his arms cross as he stares at the person with a look of absolute disappointment. Didn't the Sutoku Alliance say that this area is closed off? ]

A group asks to be left alone and you have to come bother them? Where are your senses?

iv. wildcard;

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[How dare this city call Ydris out-!

How DARE it!]

Stand. Aside.

[smoke billows out of their mouth with each word, they set Artemy at a light post to keep him held upright... He will not be hurt, but Ydris cannot help lashing out. When one is Orderly in nature, the chaos will eventually boil over, or in Ydris' case... explode.

They grab a nearby city trash can, hoist it up, and ready to throw it straight through said window if Artemy doesn't react to stop them]

[ His reaction is a little slow.

He leans against the light post; he wonders if Ydis sees something that the city is trying to tell them that he can't. However, his interpretation of what they are doing changes as soon as they pick up the trash can.

Artemy is pushing himself off the light post to stumble forward so that he can grab onto their arms. ]

What are you doing?!

[Ydris is just holding this heavy metal bin aloft, hesitating because obviously they don't want to hit Artemy with it]

I'm going to smash that window! This city is full of shit!

The city allowed me to meet you!

[ Even if this is Hell, it has granted him more mercies than he thought possible. He has been able to meet with miracles yet again; he has found those that would call him kin. It is Hell in that it is giving him what he wants but not in a way that he can understand and interact with -- yet.

But still, even so, he is grateful for it. ]

[Ydris may love to be the one yelling and enraged, but the moment they get yelled at, basically all melts away from them. They mostly look shaken by the tone, but then the comment itself seems to sink in and they...

Goddamnit, feel that pesky nagging sentimentality. How dare Artemy-!

They slowly put the trashcan down neatly where it belongs, scooting it perfectly right again.

Tantrum diffused, at least...]

[ Without knowing, he is breathing heavy; he feels like his adrenaline is spiking and wonder why. It is because he feared they would break the glass? Would it have mattered that much? Yes, it would hurt the city; the city that talks to him so kindly.

He rationalizes his jumbled thoughts. ]

Thank you, Ydris. [ It is what he can say at first as he takes a few shaky steps towards them. ] Thank you. [ He fills his voice with reverence and gratitude. ]

[Don't- Don't thank them! Ydris scolds at themselves internally for acting rashly and, worse of all!, getting talked down from it. At least, if it was an outburst, they could try to hold to it with confidence!

But that would also be a mistake. A fiery temper is something they're supposed to contain at all times, letting it slip makes them just like their predecessor. Look where it got him-]

No. Thank you. I should... be composed. It doesn't help you or anyone if I blow up. Let me have another look at you,

[With a sigh of some smoke, they reach out and put a hand firmly to his shoulder. The other hand reaches and touches his face, trying to get a look into his eyes to try and judge how bloodshot they might still be- but Artemy won't get held onto if he jolts away immediately]

What is it that troubled you? The city's voice?

[ Were they finally able to hear it, too?

But he does let them touch his face; his eyes are unreasonably bloodshot and seem to be incapable of focusing on them. It is best to say this is the result of constantly drinking a lot of medication to stay alive that lets him seem somewhat coherent. He can sound somewhat lucid even if everything else about what he's doing and thinking isn't.

Life hack -- no one do this. ]

You are a miracle. I am sorry.

[Ydris can assess that, yeah, Artemy seriously needs to get some sleep. Walking off whatever is in his system isn't going to do him any good if he passes out in the street.]

Worry about yourself, you're in no state for concern over me... I'm doing my duty.

[They pet that hand along his face with some fleeting affection, before pushing themselves beneath on of his arms. Just looping an arm around his isn't going to be enough, this man is going to need something to lean on to get him... wherever home might be.

Later, they'll think about those words more. You are a miracle. I am sorry. If only their creators had thought to apologize half as sincerely for making Ydris the way they did...]

Lean on me all you need, where are you staying for sleep? It is about time the city called you home to rest.

But who will look after you?

[ He does cling onto them as offered; he holds onto them not so much to keep himself upright but because he does want to keep looking over Ydris. Artemy is just a human; he cut off his ability to experience miracles anymore.

It is why he clings to the voice of the city that he hears. It is why he clings to Ydris and by extension the youkai. Miracles that he did not think to see, again, and he's sorry that their lives are so tied to people who are so selfish with them. ]

I sleep in the Sutoku ... Sukotu... Alliance. [ He stumbles over the name of his own faction. There is some shame in it, but he does gesture where they can go. ] It showed me sympathy and compassion... I'll sleep now but I'll repay it.

[ He holds Ydris's arm. ] I'll give back what I've taken.

I don't- I don't need to be looked after. [a lie, one that Ydris is trying to convince themselves is true. Maybe if they say it, that will eventually make it so. Fake it 'til you make it, plenty have great success with just that! Why not them..?]

We're in the same faction. [they both already know this, but it could bare repeating.]

Do you have your own apartment? My own is relatively close by, if that bed will do. I don't use it.

[they don't really lay down to sleep, given their whole... set up. Sleep isn't something for them where comfort matters, they just sort of shut off their consciousness for a time to recover their mental and emotional stamina]

Then I'll just be a pest at your side.

[ It isn't the way that Ydris speaks that gets him, but he doesn't want to repeat the mistakes of old. A miracle came to watch over him, and all he did was betray her. ]

We are? We are. [ He knew that and then forgot. ]

I do, but going somewhere closer would be... appreciated. [ He also has to admit that he's hitting his limits. The sound of the city is constant -- it is not louder or softer than before. In some ways, that is just as bad as assumed. His head aches, but he went to where it wanted. He should be allowed to rest? ]

My place, then. You can rest as long as you need.

[they'll need to go back out and like, grab the man some food and water, because stocking their own apartment has not been on their mind. They should, though, for guests. Foolish of them not to think of that until now-

Which cycles them back around to the first comment of Artemy's. Just a pest, wait, no, that's not what they wanted the man to think... Ydris is very social, they don't want to just push him away. They're already attached to this strange man!]

You're not a... pest. Humans are not pests! They give me purpose.

So, you should stay. It is not a need, but a want.

I feel I may rest for a few days, then.

[ He gives them a tired smile; it feels a little more real than the other smiles that he has given.

Artemy pauses at hearing the strain in Ydris's voice. He rests his hand once more on their own, giving it a squeeze. He hears the city calling and telling him to open his heart; he sees the colors far more clearer than he could have before.

The world spins but he understands it all. ]

I understand. [ Softer: ] I understand.

I will cherish you as you cherish me.

[That strikes Ydris immediately, but they snap to remind themself this man is very fucked up right now. They should not get all wound up feeling sentimental! The city is full of shit...

But Artemy is still sweet. Even if he's not in his right mind, Ydris immediately dedicates to protecting and caring for him. It doesn't matter if they're cherished in return, if Artemy doesn't recall much of this come morning.]

L... Let's get you some rest. Artemy.

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