JACK NOIR ==> [VIDEO] sixty five

[hesalreadyhere]

[The video switches on to a lot of incoherent swearing and Jack dropping the fucking 'berry twice before he gets a grip on it. His prototypings are off and he does not look happy. That would be in a "there are huge bulging winggrowths on my exoskeletal back and this is the worst combination" sort of way.]Fuck, someone cut this shit out of me before

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[harry_b_dresden]

[Harry stares, an expression of concern on his face]

Hell's bells.

Well, I can tell you one thing. My healing worked really, really well on my own pair of these damn things.

But, ah.

I've never done anything with a dersite. I can't see a hell of a lot more options for you short of ripping off some of that exoskeleton, though. [he's already getting up, gathering chalk and his staff]

Want I should stop by?

[hesalreadyhere]

DO I LOOK LIKE I GIVE A SHIT HOW YOU DO IT JUST GET THE FUCK OVER HERE AND CUT THEM OUT!!

[When you have a pair of broken wings trying to explode out of your back, you kind of stop giving any shits.]

[harry_b_dresden]

[Ohhh, he's already running Jack, don't worry]

Do I look like I've got a goddamn Jackhammer? Give me a minute and I'll do it right. [Or...he hopes. He's never worked with chitin before, but it's the same concept as skin and veins.

Basically.]

[Also, door handles are for people who have lots of time and free hands to operate them. Harry kicks it open.]

[hesalreadyhere]

[Fuck you, that door wasn't even locked.

Jack is still on the floor, hunched over because ow his back ow his everything. The wing-lumps are still fairly obvious, but unlike skin which breaks easily, chitin is much better at holding under pressure. Right now, the pressure is being distributed across his entire back, and that's Pretty Bad. The pain is fucking ridiculous even for Jack. He's shaking and hissing and covered in rapidly spreading cracks and blood pouring out of the larger ones near the center. Left unchecked, this probably won't end well.

He punches his faciliberry off when he hears the door slam open. Like hell he's doing this in front of the entire network.]

Get. Them. Out. [hisssss not repeating that again]

[doctorsoldier]

If you still need a surgeon, I've done the procedure half a dozen times today. I have no pain killers left however, but I can do the surgery.

[shardsofmemory]

I have some weaker ones and I can heal him when you're done. [Roxas looks in almost as much pain, actually, pale and shaking, but he's determined to help where he can]

[hesalreadyhere]

I don't fucking care who does it I just want these fucking things out of me!

[he's got a wizard on the way, but hey if you even wanted to poke into the back of a carapaced alien]

[doctorsoldier]

[John's wandered up to his room.]

[prazerbutterfly]

If the pain is so bad maybe you should just... wing it.

[That's right. Puns. Because he can get away with it, and Jack said before he didn't use one]

[hesalreadyhere]

[FUCK YOU TYKI

FUCK

YOU]

[prazerbutterfly]

But on the serious side, if they can't get them out, call me. I can just pull them out.

[hesalreadyhere]

... WHY DIDN'T YOU MENTION THAT EARLIER?!

[this is after he gets his wings out. they are still looking kind of bloody and slightly less black than his carapace.

GDIT TYKI WHY]

[hairlikethis]

[Ramona can only freak out in the background, unable to help at all!]

Jack? babe? Oh shit... Oh my god...

[hesalreadyhere]

[YEAH PANICKING ISN'T HELPING ohgod he can't even see it now he thinks it's worse]

Don't just stand there, do... something!!

[get more bannaids or something oh my god]

in person, later

[shardsofmemory]

[Later, after the other healers have helped with the actual removal of his wings, Jack will get a tentative, slow knock on his door]

in person, later

[hesalreadyhere]

It's open, dumbass. [because harry broke the lock boo

Jack is lying in his bed face-down, wings splayed out lazily. He's made some sort of lame attempt to clean the blood off his wings/self/the floor by now, but everything is still pretty messy. He has a lot of blood, okay? Might want to watch your step coming in.

His wings are... well, black, obviously. As dark as pitch in some places, but a bit lighter and greyer in others. Like he can't quite decide if he should go up a shade or not. They're also really bent up and broken, even if they've been looked at already, but he's got bandages and splints in place so whatever. They'll heal in time to stop being a thing and then he can get his normal wings back. No big deal.

He rolls over halfway to give Roxas a scowly look, lifting himself up with his only arm.]

What the hell do you want?

in person, later

[shardsofmemory]

Healing you. [Duh. Kid doesn't look so good himself, ashen pale and leaning on the doorframe for support. He casts his heal spell anyway, letting the magic flow into Jack's battered body to heal that nice little 20%.

Of course he sways in place a little with lips pressed to a thin, pained white line. Doesn't mean he won't make his determined way to the bed to see what else he can do.] Does it still hurt?

in person, later

[hesalreadyhere]

[healing is never not an awesome thing oh man. He sighs and sinks back into his bed for a moment.]

Y'know, I never asked you to come. Already been looked at plenty of fucking times. [not that he's complaining, and his tone suggests he's more curious as to why than upset. Nice people are weird. He's pretty sure Roxas doesn't have some dumb ulterior motive.

He pulls himself up into a sitting position, looking at the kid in full. Now it's pretty much impossible to miss how utterly shitty he's looking. Jack narrows his eyes.] What the fuck. You look like shit, sit the hell down.