001 ♠ the price of victory

[propria_manu]

[ooc; feel free to hit me or something I am winging this guy's canon nnnngh

Timeline: some time after he meets Miwako, before he asks her out; some time after cancelling classes for a week because of a White SeeD mission; some time after giving a grueling exam to juniors - inwardly going 'WORK IT, BITCHES' at them -]He's no different from anyone

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:3 ... But why did I read that as make it work. DAMMIT.

[antitragedy]

Maybe things will speed up when she makes her appearance.

Out of the blue, she had the urge to take a sudden walk through the garden and to the entrance. Now she's glad that she did.

Her eyes widen at the sight of his returning. Not because he's, well, alive (She knew he was capable of protecting himself), but because of the blood dripping from his body.

She's not going to stop and stare, of course. That'd be plain idiotic. So within two seconds (Oh the love of being a time compression user.), she's already in front of him. Hands on both his shoulders in an attempt to keep him still. She will carry him or just time compress him over to the Infirmary if she has to. But, a quick wave of Curaga fills the air.

It's only enough to ease the pain for a little, but not much.

"I will help you to the Infirmary, sir."

SIGH YOU REALLY WANT YOUR BF TO IMITATE TIM GUNN DON'T YOU

[propria_manu]

"Ah - thank you, but I'm all right, Arisato," he half-hisses, half-mutters, jolted by the use of magic so identified with sorceresses that he almost throws up a Wall to shield himself.

Please go away, he doesn't want her to see him like this -

PFFTT-- Hell no. XD

[antitragedy]

[Go away? How unfortunate that the last thing she'll do is go away. She tilts her head though. Somewhat smiling. Everything is fairly normal until she reaches out to tightly grip his arm. Now now~ You're injured. She will drag you to the infirmary, so god help you.]

Oh, don't be silly. I'd be sad if I lost one of my instructors. [Hard TUG forward.]

you know deep down you want it.

[propria_manu]

"I feel so loved," he replies, sarcasm dripping from every syllable, and he tries not to stare at her face. How will he get away from this, there must be an escape route somewhere -

Tug.

And that, dear madeimoselle, is when he crashes to his knees, gasping for air. Damn, woman, don't tug that hard that gash on my back will open up again -

[verituscorruo]

Luckily for that, it means he wouldn't be able to notice that the bastard across the hallway was late to his own class. A time that synced up a bit too close with said counsel meeting. Then doing nothing else but dismissing them for the day and back to filing things behind his desk. Flip, overview, signature, stamp, flip, overview, set it on fire, in this fashion dealing with the usual torment of paperwork that comes with the aftermath of one those missions. To the extent where he doesn't even bother Hypnos-

Until much later. That trick where he appears out of nowhere again, except right in front of the wounded caster in question. Arms folded in front of him and staring blankly down at him. Then merely holding out an envelope.

"Your next mission." Said mission reading only that you're on forced vacation for the next week on direct orders from the Emperor's seat, official seal and everything. Then immediately turning to leave.

It's not like I care about you or anything et cetera

[propria_manu]

[AAAWWWW NIICHAN DOES CARE, and he just...stares at the envelope, not opening it, but noticing the seal.]

Sadist.

[He's thinking it's another damned mission, but oh well, forever on call even if you're on the verge of death.]

[verituscorruo]

Stops at the word. Turning around. Still expressionless as ever, only now with a single raised eyebrow. Go figure th only time he does something nice, you do nothing but bitch about it.

Scoff. Folding his arms across his chest. Glaring you down from the good three meter's distance. don't punch him he's hurt don't punch him you can wait until later-

"If you have that much of a problem, I'll revoke it."

[propria_manu]

"Revoke - what - ?"

He stares at Orpheus, before carefully slicing the envelope open and reading it. His eyes go round, and there's a disbelieving look on his face when he looks back up.

"...are you serious?"

This would be a perfect time to sit on your car.

[ohgoditburns]

The smell of blood in the academy? Semi-normal, if it's from the direction of the training center, but to have it so far in the school, in the hallways? Souji's mind is registering something hostile as he turns the corner but the closer he gets, the farther his thoughts get from the idea of a dangerous subject wandering the halls. That and the blood well.. smells familiar.

Stumbling upon Hypnos, Souji's inbetween panic and turning hostile himself. The former happens and he's practically running over- oh but you don't like him and he doesn't like you, why help?

... Why not help?

"Hypnos, the Infirmary's the other way..."

/PUNTS

[propria_manu]

[oh it's that creepy schizophrenic kid Hypnos looks up at him, squints a little, and places his face. Right. Seta. Weird kid. Under observation by order of the Council.]

...huh?

[Oh. Other way. Uhh, okay, loss of blood may be detrimental to his directional abilities.]

WHAT WAS THAT, CAN'T HEAR OVER THE SOUND OF YOUR WOUNDS REOPENING. C:

[ohgoditburns]

Hey dickhead we can see those strikes. :T Oh crap I mean-- He tilts his head at the examination, almost confused as if Hypnos is cataloging him for later research and process. He reached out a hand.

"You need help...?"

I'LL GET YOU FOR THIS :|

[propria_manu]

So what he doesn't care B|

There's only a second of hesitation, before Hypnos clasps the hand and staggers, almost going down to his knees and only managing to stay up because of Souji.

Mark of a good soldier: know when to accept help. Even when the one offering it is a complete git.

"Thanks."