RP Log: Undeserved Assistance
Who: Quatre, Rubeus, Itsuki
When: After the storm
Where: The shore, the infirmary
Rating: PG-13
Warnings: Minimal Sailor Moon references
Notes: -Complete-
Summary: Quatre stumbles upon a very angry, very injured man on the beach who turns out to have a rather serious grudge against some of the locals.
Quatre was out and about after the storm had died down. He enjoyed the fresh air and how crisp it felt. The blonde pulled his jacket closer around him as he walked back towards the villiage along the beach. He stepped over some of the debris and smiled. After a storm... It was peaceful. Quatre blinked when he saw something that didn't look exactly like any normal debris. Was that? It was! He gasped and ran over to the person. He knelt down and put a hand on his shoulder. "Sir? Sir?" he asked softly.
While the man in question was not a piece of scattered wreckage, he didn't look to be faring much better than the broken and twisted fragments that littered the sand. Flesh burnt and bloodied, clothing torn and charred it seemed likely he had survived something far more scathing than a hurricane before being abandoned to the mercy of the shore. He groaned under the soft touch and the equally soft words, eyelids lifting slowly and gazing up into the unfamiliar face, though they soon flinched shut again as a bit of the dark liquid seeping out of an open and ugly wound on his forehead trickled down, stinging sharply and tainting his vision a vile red. "Who...?" The frail and uneven nature of his own voice left Rubeus disgusted and he began trying to sit up with obvious strain.
"Shit..." Quatre muttered. He was strong, but didn't know if he had the strength to carry the man to the first aid station to be treated by Itsuki or Dr. Uzuki. "My name is Quatre, and you need to lie still. You're badly injured. A shipwreck maybe... " He looked around. The one time he went out without his husband or brother.
The red-haired stranger clenched his jaw hard to keep his flinching to a minimum, finally managing to achieve a mostly upright position and seeming fully intent on defying Quatre. No matter his strength, it was seeming less and less likely that he was the type to allow himself to be carried anywhere. "I don't care what your name is. I don't have time for this...I have a job to do." He dragged a trembling hand across his eyes, doing his best to wipe the blood away before turning those crimson irises on the unfamiliar surroundings...he had never seen such a place in all his life.
"Unfortunately sir... Your job is over. Whereever you're from, whatever you where doing... It's over on this island." The small blonde rose to his feet, dusting his pants off. "No one can leave this island once you've arrived, unless the powers that be choose to send you home." He crossed his arms over his chest.
Rubeus' eyes narrowed immediately, glaring daggers at Quatre from his position seated in the sand...though it would be difficult to find such a weakened man intimidating, no matter how nasty his gaze. "I refuse to be stranded again...and I will not let my Prince's mission go unfinished!" More than anything, it was his mounting anger that allowed him to climb to his unsteady feet, his whole frame shuddering faintly every now and then under its own weight. "Perhaps you are willing to condemn yourself to this place, but I am not..."
"Even gods can't leave." Quatre said. His blue eyes where sparkling with anger, hands tightly clenching the sides of his jackets. He was shaking a bit himself. The anger coming off the man, it was great...
Whatever cruel words were about to leave the man's mouth were cut off by a sudden, excrutiating convulsion, forcing his tall frame to hunch as he coughed into an open hand and scattering fresh blood about his palm and fingertips, a bit of the foul stuff even lingering on his lips when he could finally speak to the pilot again, hissing quietly, "There are no gods." The display was a clear sign of internal damage and his legs seemed weaker beneath him now than before.
"Well... The god of death is coming for you. Now either I will carry you to see the doctors, or you'll walk under your own power. Either way, you're going to see the Doctor." He said without even flinching. It was obvious the small blonde had dealt with unsavory people and their attitudes before.
Rubeus' crimson eyes lingered on Quatre for a long moment; no matter how much he would like to prove the pilot wrong, his injuries and his increasingly weak form were two very real circumstances he could not avoid and he certainly didn't have the energy to teleport home...at least not yet. Demande was a good man. He would forgive the delay. "...Touch me and I'll break your fingers. Just lead the way."
"Do that and I will shoot you." Quatre replied almost too cheerfully. He turned and then headed towards the main part of the villiage, and towards the first aid station.
The man gave an unimpressed grunt before beginning to follow the pilot, each step slow and pained. It would be a long trip at this rate. Silence settled between them, the former Black Moon soldier's mind gradually wandering in an effort to focus on something aside from his current agony. The whole mess was still such a blur; the spaceship, the senshi...he'd had Rabbit right in his grasp, so what had gone wrong? Whatever the case it was another failure, another disgrace to bring home with him. He could only hope there would still be missions to undertake upon his return, ways to prove himself to his Prince...
Quatre walked ahead of the injured man. He seemed relaxed and calm... But, to soldiers, he was tense, and on edge. The anger, the hatred... All of it radiating from the man behind him, it made him uneasy.
These thoughts were too much for him to bear for long; his fists clenched at his sides and his anger pulsed through his weary, aching muscles, seeming to make the pain therein even hotter. Finally, Rubeus barked stiffly, "What is this place, anyway?"
"This place? It's a place outside of time and space. We're all brought here differently and some leave. But, most... We've been here for over a year." Quatre replied sweetly, "No one can leave. Not even someone who can walk through dimensions."
The notion was overwhelming...too much so for him to believe it on the simple words of a stranger. Still, that soft, nagging 'what if' refused to leave him and the terror it generated was enough to knot his gut and tighten his chest. It would be just like Nemesis. A new, brighter cell...but a cell just the same. His response was sharp, but quiet and lined with faint uncertainty, "What nonsense...I don't believe it for a minute."
"Then when you're healthy enough, try to leave and see what happens." Quatre challenged as he stepped up to the first aid station.
It was a good thing they'd reached the station; Rubeus' stubbornness had by now earned him a few freshly opened wounds and he was aching all over, finding it harder to catch his breath and beginning to feel light headed as they entered the small infirmary. He placed a hand upon the frame of the door to steady himself, replying with as much conviction as he could manage. "....I will leave."
He opened the door and looked at Rubeus. There was something behind his blue eyes, something darker and sinister... "You won't. We've all tried. People like you. People who can teleport..." He pushed open the door.
People who can teleport. Rubeus tensed visibly, turning a sharp gaze to Quatre as the pilot pushed the door in to the infirmary...the blonde's expression was unnerving, his tone far from trustworthy. "How did you...?"
"The symbol on your forehead. There's others on the island with symbols on their forehead, and they can teleport..."
Rubeus' dark eyes widened a small degree, his expression wearing something aside from anger or frustration for the first time since their initial encounter: distress. "...Who? Saphir? Esmeraude? Demande...?! Tell me who!" His body slumped slightly against the frame of the door, this lapse into vulnerability allowing his exhaustion and his pain to show through as well...as despicable as his character may have seemed, it was hard not to empathize.
Quatare stood in the opened doorway, looking at Rubeus. He then met the taller man's red eyes, his own blue unflinching. "Uranus, Neptune, Pluto, Saturn..." He said.
Uranus, Neptune, Pluto, Saturn. The red-haired man's fist, already curled tight, grew tighter still. So it was not his teammates, but sailor senshi instead. He struck the opposite end of the doorframe, hard, sending splintering cracks through the wood, "I'll kill them...!"
"You don't look like you're in any condition to be making threats to me." The unfamiliar voice came from an equally unfamiliar figure stepping out of a back room of the infirmary. Visibly worn from the activities brought on by the recent storms, Itsuki still wore a calm and easy expression as he adjusted his glasses and looked Rubeus over. How the man could even bear to be on his feet (let alone do such damage to the building's interior) was a mystery. His dark eyes wandered slowly to Quatre, clearly the more amenable of the two, as he moved to prepare a bed, coaxing the blonde to bring his patient over, "...What happened?"
Quatre, to his credit, didn't look shaken at all at Rubeus' outburst, it looked like he was used to such things... "I was walking along he beach when I found him Doctor." the blonde replied. He leaned up to Itsuki, "You might want to keep an eye on him, or alert the Guardians to his presence. This could prove to be dangerous to a lot of people."
A soft frown touched Itsuki's lips, a small hint of pity in his voice despite everything, "Another new arrival, then?" He looked to Rubeus as Quatre concluded his quiet warning; the redhead did not look at all pleased to be the topic of their hushed conversation...but his weakness was catching up with him, leaving him with few options but to slump slightly in the entry and glare daggers at the pair of strangers lingering near the cot. "I'll take care of it," the doctor assured the pilot as he moved to help the injured man over.
"Tell me where they are...!" Despite his aggressive and ambitious tone, even Rubeus knew he would not be going anywhere soon. His body felt heavy even with support and a distinctly faint feeling was beginning to settle in as he grew increasingly disoriented.
"Do you want me to leave Doctor?" Quatre asked softly. He wasn't sure what to do. He probably should go find one of the aforementioned Guardians.
It spoke to Rubeus' rapidly deteriorating condition that Itsuki could even get him sitting upon the cot. The man bearing the mark of the Black Moon lowered his head as he began to cough again, shuddering painfully. Itsuki looked only briefly to Quatre, "...It is likely best. Perhaps you would make a trip to the clothing shop. Pick up a few items for a friend here." His expression made his meaning plain; the pilot should speak with Pluto on his matter as quickly as possible. He did not know the remaining Guardians, but he knew well enough that Pluto could be trusted to see to the message reaching them. And he would not tolerate allowing this man to get the drop on her, in any case. The woman was a friend and his sympathies could only extend so far.
Quatre nodded. "Yes Doctor, I'll stop by later this evening with some fresh clothes for the patient and dinner for you." He smiled warmly and then quickly left the clinic.
When: After the storm
Where: The shore, the infirmary
Rating: PG-13
Warnings: Minimal Sailor Moon references
Notes: -Complete-
Summary: Quatre stumbles upon a very angry, very injured man on the beach who turns out to have a rather serious grudge against some of the locals.
Quatre was out and about after the storm had died down. He enjoyed the fresh air and how crisp it felt. The blonde pulled his jacket closer around him as he walked back towards the villiage along the beach. He stepped over some of the debris and smiled. After a storm... It was peaceful. Quatre blinked when he saw something that didn't look exactly like any normal debris. Was that? It was! He gasped and ran over to the person. He knelt down and put a hand on his shoulder. "Sir? Sir?" he asked softly.
While the man in question was not a piece of scattered wreckage, he didn't look to be faring much better than the broken and twisted fragments that littered the sand. Flesh burnt and bloodied, clothing torn and charred it seemed likely he had survived something far more scathing than a hurricane before being abandoned to the mercy of the shore. He groaned under the soft touch and the equally soft words, eyelids lifting slowly and gazing up into the unfamiliar face, though they soon flinched shut again as a bit of the dark liquid seeping out of an open and ugly wound on his forehead trickled down, stinging sharply and tainting his vision a vile red. "Who...?" The frail and uneven nature of his own voice left Rubeus disgusted and he began trying to sit up with obvious strain.
"Shit..." Quatre muttered. He was strong, but didn't know if he had the strength to carry the man to the first aid station to be treated by Itsuki or Dr. Uzuki. "My name is Quatre, and you need to lie still. You're badly injured. A shipwreck maybe... " He looked around. The one time he went out without his husband or brother.
The red-haired stranger clenched his jaw hard to keep his flinching to a minimum, finally managing to achieve a mostly upright position and seeming fully intent on defying Quatre. No matter his strength, it was seeming less and less likely that he was the type to allow himself to be carried anywhere. "I don't care what your name is. I don't have time for this...I have a job to do." He dragged a trembling hand across his eyes, doing his best to wipe the blood away before turning those crimson irises on the unfamiliar surroundings...he had never seen such a place in all his life.
"Unfortunately sir... Your job is over. Whereever you're from, whatever you where doing... It's over on this island." The small blonde rose to his feet, dusting his pants off. "No one can leave this island once you've arrived, unless the powers that be choose to send you home." He crossed his arms over his chest.
Rubeus' eyes narrowed immediately, glaring daggers at Quatre from his position seated in the sand...though it would be difficult to find such a weakened man intimidating, no matter how nasty his gaze. "I refuse to be stranded again...and I will not let my Prince's mission go unfinished!" More than anything, it was his mounting anger that allowed him to climb to his unsteady feet, his whole frame shuddering faintly every now and then under its own weight. "Perhaps you are willing to condemn yourself to this place, but I am not..."
"Even gods can't leave." Quatre said. His blue eyes where sparkling with anger, hands tightly clenching the sides of his jackets. He was shaking a bit himself. The anger coming off the man, it was great...
Whatever cruel words were about to leave the man's mouth were cut off by a sudden, excrutiating convulsion, forcing his tall frame to hunch as he coughed into an open hand and scattering fresh blood about his palm and fingertips, a bit of the foul stuff even lingering on his lips when he could finally speak to the pilot again, hissing quietly, "There are no gods." The display was a clear sign of internal damage and his legs seemed weaker beneath him now than before.
"Well... The god of death is coming for you. Now either I will carry you to see the doctors, or you'll walk under your own power. Either way, you're going to see the Doctor." He said without even flinching. It was obvious the small blonde had dealt with unsavory people and their attitudes before.
Rubeus' crimson eyes lingered on Quatre for a long moment; no matter how much he would like to prove the pilot wrong, his injuries and his increasingly weak form were two very real circumstances he could not avoid and he certainly didn't have the energy to teleport home...at least not yet. Demande was a good man. He would forgive the delay. "...Touch me and I'll break your fingers. Just lead the way."
"Do that and I will shoot you." Quatre replied almost too cheerfully. He turned and then headed towards the main part of the villiage, and towards the first aid station.
The man gave an unimpressed grunt before beginning to follow the pilot, each step slow and pained. It would be a long trip at this rate. Silence settled between them, the former Black Moon soldier's mind gradually wandering in an effort to focus on something aside from his current agony. The whole mess was still such a blur; the spaceship, the senshi...he'd had Rabbit right in his grasp, so what had gone wrong? Whatever the case it was another failure, another disgrace to bring home with him. He could only hope there would still be missions to undertake upon his return, ways to prove himself to his Prince...
Quatre walked ahead of the injured man. He seemed relaxed and calm... But, to soldiers, he was tense, and on edge. The anger, the hatred... All of it radiating from the man behind him, it made him uneasy.
These thoughts were too much for him to bear for long; his fists clenched at his sides and his anger pulsed through his weary, aching muscles, seeming to make the pain therein even hotter. Finally, Rubeus barked stiffly, "What is this place, anyway?"
"This place? It's a place outside of time and space. We're all brought here differently and some leave. But, most... We've been here for over a year." Quatre replied sweetly, "No one can leave. Not even someone who can walk through dimensions."
The notion was overwhelming...too much so for him to believe it on the simple words of a stranger. Still, that soft, nagging 'what if' refused to leave him and the terror it generated was enough to knot his gut and tighten his chest. It would be just like Nemesis. A new, brighter cell...but a cell just the same. His response was sharp, but quiet and lined with faint uncertainty, "What nonsense...I don't believe it for a minute."
"Then when you're healthy enough, try to leave and see what happens." Quatre challenged as he stepped up to the first aid station.
It was a good thing they'd reached the station; Rubeus' stubbornness had by now earned him a few freshly opened wounds and he was aching all over, finding it harder to catch his breath and beginning to feel light headed as they entered the small infirmary. He placed a hand upon the frame of the door to steady himself, replying with as much conviction as he could manage. "....I will leave."
He opened the door and looked at Rubeus. There was something behind his blue eyes, something darker and sinister... "You won't. We've all tried. People like you. People who can teleport..." He pushed open the door.
People who can teleport. Rubeus tensed visibly, turning a sharp gaze to Quatre as the pilot pushed the door in to the infirmary...the blonde's expression was unnerving, his tone far from trustworthy. "How did you...?"
"The symbol on your forehead. There's others on the island with symbols on their forehead, and they can teleport..."
Rubeus' dark eyes widened a small degree, his expression wearing something aside from anger or frustration for the first time since their initial encounter: distress. "...Who? Saphir? Esmeraude? Demande...?! Tell me who!" His body slumped slightly against the frame of the door, this lapse into vulnerability allowing his exhaustion and his pain to show through as well...as despicable as his character may have seemed, it was hard not to empathize.
Quatare stood in the opened doorway, looking at Rubeus. He then met the taller man's red eyes, his own blue unflinching. "Uranus, Neptune, Pluto, Saturn..." He said.
Uranus, Neptune, Pluto, Saturn. The red-haired man's fist, already curled tight, grew tighter still. So it was not his teammates, but sailor senshi instead. He struck the opposite end of the doorframe, hard, sending splintering cracks through the wood, "I'll kill them...!"
"You don't look like you're in any condition to be making threats to me." The unfamiliar voice came from an equally unfamiliar figure stepping out of a back room of the infirmary. Visibly worn from the activities brought on by the recent storms, Itsuki still wore a calm and easy expression as he adjusted his glasses and looked Rubeus over. How the man could even bear to be on his feet (let alone do such damage to the building's interior) was a mystery. His dark eyes wandered slowly to Quatre, clearly the more amenable of the two, as he moved to prepare a bed, coaxing the blonde to bring his patient over, "...What happened?"
Quatre, to his credit, didn't look shaken at all at Rubeus' outburst, it looked like he was used to such things... "I was walking along he beach when I found him Doctor." the blonde replied. He leaned up to Itsuki, "You might want to keep an eye on him, or alert the Guardians to his presence. This could prove to be dangerous to a lot of people."
A soft frown touched Itsuki's lips, a small hint of pity in his voice despite everything, "Another new arrival, then?" He looked to Rubeus as Quatre concluded his quiet warning; the redhead did not look at all pleased to be the topic of their hushed conversation...but his weakness was catching up with him, leaving him with few options but to slump slightly in the entry and glare daggers at the pair of strangers lingering near the cot. "I'll take care of it," the doctor assured the pilot as he moved to help the injured man over.
"Tell me where they are...!" Despite his aggressive and ambitious tone, even Rubeus knew he would not be going anywhere soon. His body felt heavy even with support and a distinctly faint feeling was beginning to settle in as he grew increasingly disoriented.
"Do you want me to leave Doctor?" Quatre asked softly. He wasn't sure what to do. He probably should go find one of the aforementioned Guardians.
It spoke to Rubeus' rapidly deteriorating condition that Itsuki could even get him sitting upon the cot. The man bearing the mark of the Black Moon lowered his head as he began to cough again, shuddering painfully. Itsuki looked only briefly to Quatre, "...It is likely best. Perhaps you would make a trip to the clothing shop. Pick up a few items for a friend here." His expression made his meaning plain; the pilot should speak with Pluto on his matter as quickly as possible. He did not know the remaining Guardians, but he knew well enough that Pluto could be trusted to see to the message reaching them. And he would not tolerate allowing this man to get the drop on her, in any case. The woman was a friend and his sympathies could only extend so far.
Quatre nodded. "Yes Doctor, I'll stop by later this evening with some fresh clothes for the patient and dinner for you." He smiled warmly and then quickly left the clinic.