Ragna ۞ 07→ God dammit Jin.

[whiterequiem]

Characters: Ragna the Bloodedge and anyone who wants to come visit the injured idiot.
Location: Clinic.
Time: Morning.
Style: First
Status: OPEN LIKE THE MOON.

[Ragna finally woke up with a crushing headache. Just what the hell was that whole episode? He knows for sure that it wasn't a dream.

He can confirm it by checking his arm. It's gone,

Comments

:D

[cantataofgrace]

Oh, don't worry, there is. You don't think they were stupid enough to let you get up when you were injured, right?

[ Oh, Carl's heard. And he's figured it out. ... The door to the clinic opens, and there's a lot of metal clinking sounds.

... A toolbox? That's a toolbox, alright, being carried by Carl. In Nirvana's hands are scrap parts from the King he'd been working on and some disassembled bicycles. Carl drops his things on a nearby table and chair, puts his hat on the edge of said chair along with his cloak, and takes a long measured look at Ragna before taking a long string with lines on it out of the box. ]

Anyway, I'd sure hope not. ... Mm-hm, Yeah, Sis, you can just put those on the table too, this shouldn't take long.

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[whiterequiem]

H-Hey, what the hell do you think you're doing Carl!?

[Ragna has a bad feeling about this. His instincts are telling him to GET THE HELL AWAYYYYYYYYYYYYYY]

[cantataofgrace]

... Stop complaining. And don't think you're going to run away, either...

[ He sighs, digging some other things for measuring out of the box. And Nirvana blocks the door. Heh heh. ]

Since you lost your arm again, I'm going to help you out, okay? It'll be easier if you don't struggle.

[whiterequiem]

Bitch..

[He glared at Nirvana and let out a sigh.]

Alright, suit yourself.

But let me ask you this...Why are you helping me?

[cantataofgrace]

[ He blinks once, then twice. ]

... You know, at first I wasn't really sure. But... if you're my father's enemy, then you're obviously my friend, right? And if things truly are as you say, then I think anyone I could 'trust' just went out the window, but I've known that for a pretty long time.

[ Sorry Ragna, Nirvana isn't moving. Carl moves up to Ragna, the measuring cord in his hand. ]

Anyway, better me than that crazy fake doctor, right? So, stand up a minute, I need to measure you so I can calculate what the prosthetics size should be.

[whiterequiem]

You don't even have to tell that to me twice.

[Groan. Shut up. Don't rub it in his face. He will. God dammit, Carl.]

[cantataofgrace]

Oh, don't worry, I promise this won't hurt.

[ He's lying. But his face looks totally nice. REALLY. After a moment, he attempts to get an accurate measurement. ]

Besides, I can build you a fully functioning arm just like the other one you have. The abilities won't be the same, mind you, but it'll use seithr manipulation to function and feel just like the real thing. I'm pretty good at this kind of thing, so it should be an automatic function. All you need to do is be still when I put it on. If you move, it might not attach accurately...

[ And he pauses mid-sentence, a pencil in his mouth now as he marks something down in a small notepad. ] Stop struggling, will you? It's hard to get an accurate estimate when you keep twitching like that. I'm not going to suddenly hurt you or anything, so relax.

[whiterequiem]

Since you're helping me out, the least I can do is cooperate.

[He takes a moment to calm his breathing.]

Just do whatever you need to, kid. I'm in your dept.

[cantataofgrace]

Good.

[ This probably looks hilarious. But Carl's already done what he needs to do, he thinks. He's already built the arm, it's just a matter of the proper length. So with a screwdriver and a few adjustments, he brings it to the proper height. The smile on his face... does not seem as angelic as it should. ]

Now hold still, okay~? If it doesn't attach properly, I'll have to take it out again.

[ So, did he not mention how intensely painful attaching fake metal to tendons and the nerves in your arm can be? I think he forgot to. Yeah, Ragna, this probably hurts more than when it got cut off. Carl, however, is just smiling. And the boy DOES have some taste, so the metal is silver-colored, naturally. ]

[whiterequiem]

[He let out a scream so loud, a window could shatter. No, to be precise it just echoed down the hall. He didn't see it coming.

It felt like some foreign object latched on to what used to be his arm and tried to burn his skin. He felt nauseous.]

G-Go....d...dammit...Ca..rl..

[cantataofgrace]

... All done! See, that wasn't so bad, was it?

[ Heh heh heh. Carl looks proud, beaming at Ragna. Nope, he didn't enjoy that scream at all, what're you talking about? But... just to give you a bit of extra incentive... ]

And if you BREAK it, Ragna, I'm going to have to do this all over again. I don't think you want me to have to do that, do you? It's a fully functioning arm, after all, so please treat it well. I worked really hard on it while you were passed out in here, and Miss Juri even helped me by telling me the proper way to attach it.

So... if you break it, I'm gonna have to make a new one, and you'll have to hurt all over again. And neither of us wants that, so try not to rush stupidly into anymore fights when you're already injured, okay? Get some rest.