GOEMON ---> 08 [Action + Video] Damn boxes.

[ishikawa_juusan]

Who: Giftwrapped!Goemon and anyone who wants a samurai for Christmas. He can sew, do a bit of cooking, guard your home, and he's even a little handsome, pff

Where: Anywhere in Somni or Espoir.

Style: Anything you please!

Status: Closed; thank you!

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Ambushed; AND by a box. Smouldering with sullen shame, Goemon knew for certain that he wouldn’t be

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[ishikawa_juusan]

Panting, Goemon froze stock-still, glancing upwards sharply when the scissor-blades dragged through and across the top of the box from end to end, and then as someone’s fingers wedged into the gash in the cardboard, wrenching the box open wide. Light flooded in - and squinting through pain-haze, he saw a woman - a stranger - gazing down at him phlegmatically as if it were commonplace to find a human being trapped in an oversized gift-box, heaving desperately for breath. He pinched his eyes shut for a moment, tugging in a quiet albeit almost exaggeratedly deep gulp for air; but he was barely able to ease any of it into his lungs. As much as he struggled, breaking into a sweat, it was difficult regulating what little breathing he could manage in his compromised state like trying to rein a wild horse. He was steadily drowning. Dry-drowning.

Blinking hard in an attempt to focus, Goemon set his jaw determinedly, mustering the strength after a moment to sit up with the help of his freed arms. A strained wheeze issued from between his teeth - and he was left both close to exhaustion by what had become a Herculean effort, slumping slightly against the inside of the box, his face gleaming with sweat. Another exertion, and he was out of the box and crouched against a wall. His hakamashita had soaked through red in spots; the most he could do now was to press his hand against the cut on his shoulder to staunch the blood flow.

Listening to her speak, he fixed dark, intense eyes on her. His brows tiredly knit together first at her curiously robotic speech and then at her admission of carelessness (and a tinge of regret?) which clashed with the blankness of her expression - but now wasn’t the time to analyze the woman’s behaviour and decide how he felt about it. He needed a doctor and quickly - and had no recommendations knowing Naomi didn’t handle surgeries.

"Before... you summon a doctor, " He managed, his eyes narrowed as if it were a strain to think, "I... I need you to... bring me something I can... use as a bandage."

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[lovesviolence]

Bandages...I affirm. A moment.

[She goes into the other room, where the bandages were kept. She had bought them around the time when she first came to Somarium, but never actually had a chance to use them. They were intended for herself, if she was ever careless enough to get hurt during one of her "hunts" but right now they will be put into good use.

She will do what she can to help him, as long as the man does not give up to fight for his life. However, whether he does live or not will be up to himself. Vorona could only do what she can and even if he died she would not remember him after a couple of days. After retrieving them she heads back to where Goemon was and hand them to him.]

Movement, restricted by wound. Help, needed?

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[ishikawa_juusan]

Processing her broken English, he nodded once in response, breathlessly, and let his head hang slightly, lips parted, resigning himself to his injuries. With the endorphins thinning out in his blood, it was becoming increasingly difficult for him to maintain a mask of stoic toughness; a tic of the eyelids in a half-blink, a slight dilation of the pupils, his halting breath betrayed him. He recognized his fairly deeply-engrained, self-effacing tendencies and could repress them to accept help in a situation like this; the raw pain in his right lung and the very real, desperate sense of air-hunger made it more than clear that there was no room to undermine this threat to his health. Until a doctor or paramedics, if there were any, could be called, he would do everything he could to try and remain conscious.

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[lovesviolence]

[Whether it sounds broken or not her intonation is quite perfect. Watching him closely she decided that she would have to be the one to bandage him. She was not at all embarrassed to have to see skin in order to do so and did her job quickly. She had enough practice in treating wounds.]

I will call. Rest, well.

[And after those few words she takes out her dreamberry and calls for a doctor.]

[action]

[ishikawa_juusan]

Beyond the initial split second of self-consciousness, Goemon was simply too dazed by the creeping symptoms of shock to be embarrassed when his hakamashita was opened; her touch seemed purely analytical, also. And so he watched her briefly with dark, heavy-lidded eyes as she dressed wounds and scarred skin alike. Silence was punctuated by the rasp of gauze, a single choked squeak in the very back of his throat as the bandages were pulled snugly taut.

“…Katejikenai.” He managed in thanks after she spoke, still crouched and leaning against the support of the wall. Placing his faith in her, it was the most he could do not to count the seconds that seemed to stretch for hours - but soon enough, he lost his awareness of more than the passing of time, and slumped forward limply. Sinking at last into unconsciousness.

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[lovesviolence]

[She didn't think much when he fell unconscious, it was probably just from the lost of blood. Quietly she waited, the doctor should be here soon.]

Man, dressed oddly. [She spoke this to herself as she examined him closely. He did not look like he was from her time era at all...

And just when she was thinking this there was a knock at the door. The doctor was finally here and immediately asked about the patient. She pointed him in the right direction, if it wasn't obvious enough already. After a few examinations of the wounds he calls for the nurses to put him on a carrier as to take him away.]

He, will live? [That was all she asked and after the doctor nodded they workers left quickly to take him to the hospital.]