Klarion|Second Harvest [Video]

[crosscolumbkill]

[It's hard to tell, given the boy's alien coloration and blackened eyes, but despite his normal visage averaging something between 'teenage zombie flick' and 'mascara-heavy blueberry' Klarion still comes off a bit worn-looking, normally firm jaw somewhat slack in exhaustion. He manages a reasonably chipper voice, at least.] Hello. I am Klarion, of

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[redripoff]

Klarion? [A beat as he shakes his head. How did he miss this?] Klarion, how long have you been here?

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[crosscolumbkill]

Ah, Tim! [It becomes clear he's in a bad way when, for all the brightening of his eyes, he doesn't shift much to respond.] I am glad we've crossed paths again, though I'm sure I wouldn't request anyone's unluckiness to be brought here. Are you well?

[redripoff]

I'm--I'm fine, but you've looked better, for sure! What happened to Teekl?

[crosscolumbkill]

I'm afraid I haven't seen him since my arrival here. I've searched high and low, but where he is, I can't tell.

[voice] HEY SUP

[thebat_brat]

You call him Teekl?

[Someone totally hasn't had a cat in his room, for like, over two weeks?]

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[crosscolumbkill]

Indeed I do, for 'tis the name he chose himself. Have you seen him, sir?

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[thebat_brat]

[Have an awkwardly long silence, before the video pops on. TEEKL ON HIS BED, looking sour, probably.]

Would this... be him?

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[crosscolumbkill]

[The 'berry shakes roughly as Klarion draws it up to his face, wide eyes alight with shocked happiness.] Teekl! Oh, Teekl, my cat! I have been searching at odds for---ah, Teekl! [His short energy-spurt done, Klarion leans back, head tapping the wall he's leaned himself against.] Teekl, my pet. Angels of Croatoan, you are such a trouble unto me.

Sir, how can I find you?

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[scarygoodtime]

Master Klarion? What happened, are you alright? I'll set out to look for Teek'l shortly, but is there anything else I can help you with?

[Why yes, Jack is concerned for his friend.]

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[crosscolumbkill]

[The answering video is slightly shaky for a moment; Klarion's grip is briefly loosened as he adjusts his cuddling hold on a large, orange cat that seems determined to flop over his shoulders like a scarf so it can better nuzzle his face.] Master Jack! I am most well. You see: Teekl has been returned to me! Such wonderful stories he's got; we are both well, very well indeed. [He pauses to grin and nuzzle the cat back; it's clear they're still getting some therapeutic snuggles in.]

I am somewhat injured, but I have a friend who says they might offer 'antibacterials'. I think they are a help? Once all of the distemper with these televisions quiets, though, I could use a master of the healing arts...the sooner the better, honestly.

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[scarygoodtime]

Antibacterials are good, they're modern tools to help clean and sanitize the wound, and to keep it from becoming worse. I am sadly not a healer, although I could try to bring one to you. I'm also willing to bring what supplies--mostly bandages I admit, I do have, if that might help. It would also be nice to meet Teek'l, as I'm glad you've found him.

I don't want to intrude though.

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[crosscolumbkill]

Your friendly company alone would be a balm, Master Jack. And Teekl would be charmed to meet you. [He nods briefly at the cat, who makes a quiet 'mrowl'.] It would be good for him to learn who our allies are, here.

You would not be intruding, my good sir. Come by whenever you should wish! As for a healer---well, if you should be in contact with one, that would be grand. If not, bandages will be a help!

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[kanda_exorcist]

[Have an angry exorcist who just found that large blood array in suite 7's common room.]

Do you know anything about what happened to the damn common room?

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[crosscolumbkill]

Ah, that would be my handiwork. I apologize! I was trying to find my cat, you see. He's returned, however, and all is well. I assure you, I will clear away the remains as soon as I have recovered enough to move. You have my apologies, sir.

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[kanda_exorcist]

[He is raising an eyebrow suspiciously at you.]

... All of that was for a cat?

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[crosscolumbkill]

Not just any cat, sir. My draaga.

[He smiles, tipping the camera briefly to show the face of the large orange cat currently wrapped around his neck. The cat, staring into the camera, somehow gives the impression that it is considering the potential death of anyone on the other side of the feed.] We couldn't find each other, you see! Blood seemed a good idea.

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[bridalgownwings]

[The screen comes to life and Timothy looks onward across the network, brows furrowed slightly.] Still can't find your cat, Klarion?

But--are you alright? Did someone take care of you?

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[crosscolumbkill]

Timothy! You can't imagine how pleased I am---[His breathless joy is cut short as he turns the 'berry to get a clumsy sideways shot of his blood-stained shirt, on which is resting, quite happily, a large cat. Klarion sounds a little out of breath, but terribly pleased.]

This is the cause of all that trouble, my own Teekl. He's back! Such a terrible trouble---as always---but mine own.

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[bridalgownwings]

Oh--? [The blood on the others shirt is a little perturbing to him, and that much is obvious in the manner he looks down at his shirt from across the wires, then back up with a small amount of concern amongst a quiet smile upon his lips.]

He is a really, well, pretty cat. I'm glad you found him though, hopefully things wont be so hard. Did you find him wandering around or something?

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[crosscolumbkill]

Things will be simple as a snap, now that I have my draaga back! [He gives the cat a loving snuggle as punctuation. The cat, despite having what seems to be a permanent scowl, responds with similar amounts of affection.] 'Tis all either of us needs, bless us.

He was being cared for by a boy here, one named Damian. Teekl tells me he was entirely well-behaved about it, and he's been searching for me, as well. [He grins down at his cat, his expression less one of talking over an animal's head and more of a friend's knowing glance.] Though I'd be a fool to believe him about the well-behaved part.