for peace of mind (open!!)

[thenobledie]

Who: everyone and their hopefully still living mothers...
When: June 1st and onward
Where: EVERYWHERE
Format: action or prose, whichever works!
What: The war is over, and everyone can relax. Or cry. Whichever.
Warnings: n/a?

PATROL HEADQUARTERS

THE DOJO

THE CLINIC

( ooc | did the major locations! but add others, and i will update the entry with

Comments

open; tldr, shirley is asleep

[thenobledie]

[a point has finally come - that shirley needs the rest she has refused at others' insistence. and when she sits for only the second time in several days, the pops and cracks of her joints are too audible. but an painfully throbbing headache doesn't make that noise any more pleasant; her forehead feels as though it is about to split open. soa, she can feel every muscle in her body screaming, too.

she considers dematerializing, but then, she would just feel the pain deeper - no point to waste her magic, either. it's nothing serious, and others will need it, as survivors push through the wreckage. it's familiar, anyway, and in a way that is satisfying. she was meant for this.

if shirley had it in her, if the weight of others' suffering were not upon her, she would laugh. because this is what belzac had meant, and the realization burns a cool shame through her. how had she forgotten?

(she can't say she really minds, though. it's purpose and one so much better than the idleness of her shrine.)

but for now, she rests. really rests as

[manscruff]

[ he slows his steps and turns, annalee's cheek pillowed on his shoulder (the good one-- his left hasn't been quite the same since that january). it's apparently been long enough for ezio to manage to get himself a clean shirt, slipping into the inconspicuousness of native style ]

By the city standards, no. [ a pause. ] Her parents...?

[thenobledie]

Missing.

[okay, her father is dead and has been since before the war. details, though.]

[manscruff]

[ sliiiight tilt of the head. the babby murmurs something in her sleep. he could carry two small children if he had to... ]

Whose care would you have her in?

[thenobledie]

[jerk, she can only carry one - oh, but gracefully standing. she isn't actually wearing her cloak, but it's folded quickly in a way to be used more properly as a blanket. a wordless "mine," as she moves to take annalee from him.

...and she hasn't had time to change her gown.]

[manscruff]

[ he begins to hand her over, though, ]

If you wish to rest, I can watch her for a little while longer.

[ a mentor's selflessness? and a fondness for those too young to have to face what she has seen these last few days. ]

[thenobledie]

I rested long enough.

[and using both arms to hold her while adjusting her cloak for blanket use.]

[manscruff]

[ again, acquiescence. there is not much for him to say-- force is a templar form of persuasion. ]

[thenobledie]

[doesn't mean she doesn't sense his concern and tips her head to look at him. she does this so much, god.]

And why are you so worried?

[manscruff]

[ Ah. Caught. ]

It is a force of habit, madonna.

[thenobledie]

I see.

[this is where she'd, normally, lead into some nosy conversation and maybe circular inanity, but today is still not normal. annalee is heavy in her arms, and she should attend to patients; and ezio is tired. so she is turning, half her body away from him already. oh, check out those cat scratches on her back...which are really gashes.]

Rest well, hm?

[manscruff]

[ he isn't tired enough that he cannot follow; catnapping is a prestigious line of recovery, with a long and glorious tradition. he's good at it, and of course he notices her injury. ]

Perhaps later. You do intend to see your own injuries tended to, correct?

[thenobledie]

[still, she thinks he needs to rest! but shirley is just raising her eyebrows at him, not sure what he means. yeah, she...forgot the injury on her back. which is why it's still there.]

[manscruff]

[ well, too bad! he is a stubborn butthead. have a vague gesture or something, look at what you're making me do, i am all sloppy and uncreative now GEEZ thanks ]

Your back, madonna.

[thenobledie]

[HEY, I TOOK A LONG TIME JUST FOR YOU.]

Ah - what do you do that your habits are concern for those you do not know?

[...way to answer his question, shirley. though, the fact she hasn't her own "i might" because pain like this is such a familiar feeling that it's equally insignificant and welcomed.]

[manscruff]

[ I AM BUILDING MOMENTUM OKAY JEEZ why do we have like three logs at once all the time this gonna be confusing ]

A number of things.

[ like remove despots and stuff... (unsure) ]