observation five; voice - forward dated to some sane hour, like 11 AM!!!

[soulbonder]

Why am I in this room again? [There's a familiar voice, but no monotone here. In fact, Astral sounds more like he did when Black Mist had control of his body. Only you know, scared and a complete wreck.] Everything feels wrong and I can't fly and my feet have fingers and my skin is weird and my hair keeps falling into my face and it's cold and hard

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A CHALLENGER APPEARS

[fairyarcher]

Astral?

Astral, can you hear me?

this is not the card games he was looking for

[soulbonder]

[OH SOMEONE IS REPLYING hey he knows it too- he nods because wow he is a dumbass she can't see that you idiot] Yes. [there's snot and tears everywhere Ruka everywhere]

hey come on at least it's not magiland

[fairyarcher]

[good thing she's nowhere near that mess. speaking as calmly as possible CALM THE FUCK DOWN, ASTRAL.]

You're in the Porter room now, aren't you? The same place as when you first arrived.

what if i wanted cardfight vanguard huh

[soulbonder]

[Manages to choke out another yes between the uncontrollable sobbing WINNING EMOTIONS] Yes but I'm different.

[voice] >.>

[anagrammatist]

[oh hey, it's that guy he killed. guess this death is temporary thing is actually a thing after all. wonderful. he's really not sure how to feel about this.

there's a bit of a delay between him pushing the button to reply and him actually saying anything. and his voice is quiet and the very slightest bit concerned when he does speak up.]

Your friend seems to be all right. He posted yesterday to say he was doing well enough to leave the hospital.

voice; don't do this tom he'll cover you in friendship

[soulbonder]

[well that makes- oh

WHAT DOES HE DO DOES HE REPLY UH
thank you for killing me guy i don't know
he says nothing but there's still crying going on so yeah he's still here]

voice; oh fuck one of the two things he's allergic to...

[anagrammatist]

[yeah and look at him totally not apologize for it. the only thing he's sorry about here is that he couldn't enjoy doing it. it's like he was harry potter or something.

Tom waits a few moments, until it's clear Astral won't be saying anything.]

Will you be all right?

[soulbonder]

I think so. I just- I just need to get my bearings. [GENERALLY PEOPLE WHO MURDER OTHERS DON'T ASK THESE QUESTIONS, RIGHT? at least he's pretty sure. that seems kind of silly. he wishes he could stop crying that'd be great]

voice

[soldieringblue]

[...]

...Astral?

[soulbonder]

[a little less hysterical!!! familiarity is great.] Soldier Blue? [he's very much on top of his game today]

[soldieringblue]

Yes, it's me. Where are you?

[soulbonder]

The Porter room. I don't know how I got here.

[soulbondee]

[SO EVENTUALLY, ASTRAL WILL MANAGE TO GET TO YUMA'S APARTMENT

BECAUSE YUMA IS A JERK WHO DIDN'T GET THIS MESSAGE
BECAUSE FUCK YOU HE IS THIRTEEN
HE'S NOT GETTING UP BEFORE NOON IF HE DOESN'T HAVE TO.

so he's in his apartment -- which, not being the apartment black mist defenestrated him from, still has all its windows. in the bedroom. which is for sleeping! he's not in the discount hammock he managed to bully the Dock 5 Overseas Goods into pulling out of storage to sell him in fucking November. he's in the bed!

it's pretty apparent why.

blankets sort of never really work with Yuma, and he has limbs strewn everywhere. his face is turned toward his right arm, covered in a thick cast, and his right leg -- also in a cast -- hangs more off the bed than on it. there's a wind of dark fabric around his left hand.

usually, Yuma is energetic even in sleep, tossing and turning and flinging limbs, but all these points of plaster and scarring seem to weigh him down, binding him to the mattress.

hey astral sup.]

[soulbonder]

[Of course he checks his room first. Wants to see whether or not Yuma would be there. When he isn't, Astral tries Yuma's room. He figures the doors are unlocked. They are. Goes to show how well Astral knows Yuma.

He walks right into the apartment, steps slow and methodical. Legs are still weird, as are toes. He could feel things between them. Uuugh.

Bedroom first.

Yuma's alright. Good. But what in the world is he covered in? He inches in, and crawls up on the bed.]

[soulbondee]

[This is not the late-night advertised Temp-Your-Bed mattress that does not shift around when your partner drops an anvil on the mattress beside you, so Astral's weight -- since, for a change, he has it -- pushes down the bed. Yuma's head follows, rolling at the neck. A series of black lines, like railway ties, curve around his nose. The bruises around his throat haven't quite healed.

Still asleep.]

[soulbonder]

[AWKWARD

oh god he did that oh god he did that oh god. Falters and curls up next to him. NOT GONNA CRY AGAIN NOT GONNA CRY AGAIN]