[OPEN] Saying 'I'm not interested' again and again-

[mayovice]

Characters: Hijikata Toshirou [mayovice] & OPEN to all on the Victoria II.
Content: Hijikata is stuck in bed until his dislocated knee is fixed and his wounds attended to, and the man is hardly pleased about it.
Setting: Infirmary of the Victoria II.
Time: When the ship docks back at Bellcius.
Warnings: Grump, bitching to the nth degree, Rou being a sore

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[sawayama_fox]

The Victoria II was still docked at Bellcius skyport, but Mitsunari could already feel the deck of the ship rocking beneath his feet. Whether the motion was real or imagined meant very little to his stomach, which had already had to contend with poor-quality skyport food and the two glasses of wine its owner had consumed in an effort to settle his nerves before boarding. A visit to the infirmary seemed in order. If the Victoria II offered psychiatric help, so much the better; Mitsunari was beginning to think he was crazy for getting on a ship that looked about as buoyant as the proverbial lead balloon.

By the time the seasick senator reached the infirmary, he was in no mood to sit politely in the waiting room and read some outdated magazine article on recreational hiking in the Vohemaro countryside. Didn't they know he was important? Of course, Mitsunari doubted that any of the imbeciles on Von Karma's flying dinghy could even name their Member of Parliament. Irritated and more than a little queasy, he stalked towards the exam

[mayovice]

Hijikata had been glaring staring at the empty space before him when the other had made his appearance, since he had nothing better to do other than to wait before some doctor showed up and actually fixed him back up. While he was quite relived knowing that that nurse (whatever her name was again, he couldn't be bothered to remember) was finally gone after so long, the fact that things had become downright hectic without another proper doctors was more than irritating. Especially now, since because of that he was stuck in bed due to something as small as dislocated knee - he wasn't going to trust some idiot nurses to fix it, since it could just only get worse instead.

The expression on his face was more than sour - it was almost acidic as he looked around to face the newcomer and looked at him as if the answer was only too obvious. "There aren't any doctors on the ship - if there are, I wouldn't be stuck here otherwise."

[sawayama_fox]

ooc:I'll just post here so we can keep the thread neat!

"What? The pride of the Ivonian fleet is operating with no senior medical staff? This is going in my report. As is your attitude." Mitsunari narrowed his eyes at the injured crewman. It was best to be firm with military types, lest they forget to show proper respect. "What's your name and rank, seaman? It sounds like this ship needs discipline even more urgently than it needs doctors."

[mayovice]

Seaman? Seaman? Who the fuck did the guy think he was?! Didn't he know anything about the ship ranking? Sure he might not wear the full attire that the other officers were wearing (and that was just the goddamned cravat) but it was obvious enough that he wasn't just some damned slacking seaman.

From acidic to plain pissed off - that was how the look on Hijikata's face changed as he glared at the other and responded in a clearly annoyed voice. "Major Hijikata Toshirou, boatswain. I'm also in charge of discipline."

Well not really, but after all these years it might as well be almost official.

[crimson_zolf]

Finally, the ship had landed in Bellcius. He was able to make himself comfortable on the ship now, and he was even able to meet a familiar face at the port. Things have been good and he decided to dedicate his time looking at those who were in the infirmary. Make a good impression, that was Kimbley's style. Then again, it depended on the situation. He strolled into the infirmary in his military attire. Ah, he missed wearing it. It brought back so many fond memories. His amber eyes glanced across at the many beds of the infirmary, of those injured before his eyes suddenly snapped wide and rested on a dark haired man on one of the many beds.

No. It couldn't be could it? It had been years since he saw that man. Back in the rebellion! He wasn't the best soldier, but his fire was something that still danced in his head along with the musical makings of his explosions. A wonderful duet they were. But that was all in the past. What was he doing on this ship? And he was in the infirmary of all places

[mayovice]

Goddamnit, what was it with people annoying him while he was stuck in bed - certainly, this wasn't the first time that this happened, but this time just happened to be especially annoying because A) there were no doctors to patch him up B) he was stuck here because of something so simple due to the fact that C) there were no doctors on the ship. Honestly, what the hell was up with that?! At least in the past, it was made certain that there was at least one doctor - even if said doctor was a certain annoying long-haired brunette who Hijikata had no inclination to see again anytime soon (even if he did still own him his cigarettes).

Still, he couldn't just pretend that he didn't hear the other, and so turned to direct his gaze at the person with all the grump and unamusement that he could bring out from him at this moment (which was a lot, really; the fact he couldn't smoke once more did not help matters much). "I'd rather be out of here doing work instead of wasting time waiting for the damned doctors to patch me up

[crimson_zolf]

He looked just like him, but he didn't act like the same Flame Alchemist he knew back in the day. His smile melted away into an absentminded frown, his mind still to focused on the man's features. He didn't have that arrogant air about himself, which, right off the bat, wasn't Roy. Then again, he wasn't one to have a concrete personality.

Then again, perhaps the man was related to Mustang? He knew nothing of him having relatives. With a heavy sigh, he shrugged his shoulders again and leaned the back of his legs against the bed, in a casual fashion as he waved his arrayed palm in the air. "Take this as a moment to reflect on the battle, hm? Look back on your mistakes, and makes sure you don't make the same ones again, or else you'll end up in this bed again, waiting for the doctor. I'm sure you wouldn't want to sit through this all again, now would you?"

[mayovice]

It was only by luck - and a very questionable luck at that - did Hijikata notice the alchemy array on the other's palms and frowned a little as he recognized them. Yet another one of those alchemists... while this wasn't the first time (it certainly wasn't the first, given how he happened to have a certain Flame Alchemist as his goddamned twin brother) that he had seen something like this, it had been a good while since he saw any other alchemist other than him. The boatswain wasn't too sure what this meant, but he just hoped this new guy wasn't going to annoy the hell out of him.

The samurai resisted the urge to roll his eyes and instead eyed the alchemist with evident annoyance (and perhaps some distaste), voice about as dry as sandpaper while he spoke. "That goes without saying."

[layersoflazy]

Yurika had survived the boarding unscathed. Her further escapades shooting sharks from the deck had gone less well. Even so, the only injuries she had sustained had been some cuts and scrapes and some sort of ankle trouble brought on by narrowly dodging a falling shark carcass. Her own basic military training was enough to whether the complaints when there were so many injured. She was therefore simply returning a borrowed heating pad when she had paused in the doorway, regarded the collection and pulp novels and wondered if any of the injured might find them amusing.

It was in the errand of distributing them when she knocked on Hijikata's door, more as a warning than a request for permission to enter.

"I was wondering..." she began brightly, but seeing the occupant she stopped. She looked down at the books and then at the patient.

"Got any interest in bad fiction?" she asked, somewhat more flatly than she had begun.

oh god you just brought up memories of BADFIC.

[mayovice]

Things had finally settled down somewhat after the visits of the last two, and as much as Hijikata seriously did not like all these new people just barging in here like nobody's business (and goddamnit, where the hell were the doctors) he also really wished that someone could come in here and fix his knee and leg so that he could actually start to work again.

Which was why the expression on his face was darker than even when he heard the radio ops coming in from the other side of the door, lineface in place which only grew more prominent at what she said next. Of all the things she had to fucking say... did the world hate him that much?

Suppressing memories of a certain incident a good number of months back, Hijikata only gave the woman a glare and responded quite sharply. "No."

Re: oh god you just brought up memories of BADFIC.

[layersoflazy]

Yurika put her hands on her hips and opened the door a little wider. "It's only a few detective stories and cowboy stories and that sort of thing. The romances are all gone. I just thought it might give you something to do other than glare at the room and practice making intimidating faces. You're sure now?"

[mayovice]

"Yes," the man responded even without bothering to listen to what the woman was saying, now only wanting nothing more than to get any and all mentions of bad fiction. Goddamnit, and here he had almost forgotten about it... stuck in bed and now forced to recall one of the most annoying things that happened in the recent year. Why did these things always happen to him?!

[foolreversed]

Sneaking onto the Victoria II hadn't been too hard; all it took was flashing his badge to anyone who asked and hoping they didn't request for a closer look. So far no one had realized that he was no longer with the Bellcius police and let him do as he pleased, probably assuming he was here because of the situation with the prince. One young member of the crew even gave him directions to the infirmary, wasn't that nice of him?

He knew this definitely wasn't the smartest idea he ever had and he probably should've thought things more thoroughly, but the chance to pester a bedridden Hijikata was too good to pass up. Plus, he always kind of wondered what the inside of the great Victoria II was like (he was pleased to find it was just as fucking pompous as he imagined).

So long as he didn't run into anyone he knew or the captain he should be fine...hopefully.

[edge_of_honor]

Unfortunately for Adachi, things rarely went well for him.

For example, take one Miles Edgeworth, the esteemed (or infamous, depending on who one asked) first mate of the Victoria II. He was known to be stern, rumored to be ruthless, and, as of their latest mission, objectively and without a doubt furious. His boots practically pounded against the metal floor as he strode through the corridor, and frustration ran through his veins while his face twisted into what appeared to be a semi-permanent scowl

[foolreversed]

Adachi couldn't help jumping at that voice. Loud, clear, but not just that. To him it came out of nowhere.

But he gulped and calmed himself a little, reaching in his jacket for his badge as he turned around.

"W-Whoa! You startled me there!" he explained with a nervous grin and closed eyes. "I'm-"

But when he opened his eyes he froze, grin sliding off his face. The voice had been a little familiar, but the instant he saw who it belonged to he knew who it was.

...shit shit shit shit shit, don't say anything, maybe he forgot who you were!

[edge_of_honor]

The good news was that Edgeworth didn't remember the other man in the slightest. The bad news was that, as far as Edgeworth knew, this meant that there was a stranger on his ship.

Edgeworth disliked strangers on his ship.

He narrowed his eyes and looked the stranger over from head to toe. Something about him reminded Edgeworth of a rabbit; he couldn't remember the last time he saw somebody so tense in his presence, and it only made him more suspicious. After all, if he had legitimate business aboard the ship, wouldn't he have nothing to to be afraid of?

Edgeworth's gaze drifted away from his face and towards his hand. A member of the police? How strange...and bothersome.

"Show me your badge," he ordered, his voice as harsh as ever. Edgeworth took a step forward and continued to stare him straight in the eye, possibly until he complied, and the scowl remained to further show his displeasure.