[Kim nods, sets his satchel down, and pulls some out for Flat. Cecile tunnels over closer and crawls out from under the blanket to see what's going on.]
It seems like they don't heal, do they? I suppose covering them up is the best anyone can do.
[Not much of an option for Kim, since his phantom injuries are on his face. But also, they're not bleeding, and apparently he's in the minority on that. So that's lucky.]
Gosh, it’d be soooo much better if I could use my magecraft to staunch the bleeding. All my clothes are going to stain
[ he’s so chill about this, actually. annoyed, but coolly accepting the situation.
he’ll set the bandages on the bed and tug his shirt off to a sight that i’m sure kim has seen before, as his front has a rather nasty exit wound, which he will begin to bandage mechanically. ]
Yes, and now you're stuck doing it the normal, boring way. Like most of us non-magical people. There are some clean rags if you need them... [He sets them out as well, slowly glancing between them and this big gaping wound he's casually sporting...]
Mm, I don’t mind not having magecraft that much…I mean, I haven’t felt any adverse effects, despite the blood loss being constant.
[ he will take a couple of the rags, more or less covering the wound with it and holding it and one end of the bandages with one hand. with the other, he begins to wrap them around his abdomen.
[He just nods. Sometimes somebody just decides that the last thing they're gonna do on this Earth is attempt to take you with them. It be like that.]
It's not a very interesting story. I joined the RCM -- Revachol's police force -- when I was 23. Started out in Juvie, and moved to Homicide five years ago.
I mean, it's not exactly the same as a university like Oxford, but it's pretty much the same thing, just with Magecraft instead of something like Engineering or Biology.
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miserable.
not so much because of the large bloodstain on his abdomen, but because he’s glaring at the lump of under the bedsheets for taking it first. ]
This is way too cold! This is the worst world we have ever been in. And these effects suck.
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I don't think I'm going to get used to this. Do you... want something for that?
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[ he looks down, only mildly surprised before nodding calmly. ]
Bandages would be nice, I think.
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It seems like they don't heal, do they? I suppose covering them up is the best anyone can do.
[Not much of an option for Kim, since his phantom injuries are on his face. But also, they're not bleeding, and apparently he's in the minority on that. So that's lucky.]
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[ he’s so chill about this, actually. annoyed, but coolly accepting the situation.
he’ll set the bandages on the bed and tug his shirt off to a sight that i’m sure kim has seen before, as his front has a rather nasty exit wound, which he will begin to bandage mechanically. ]
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Dare I ask how you got that...?
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[ he will take a couple of the rags, more or less covering the wound with it and holding it and one end of the bandages with one hand. with the other, he begins to wrap them around his abdomen.
as for the question… it has a simple answer. ]
I was shot by a sniper.
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[Yikes.]
I suppose you're lucky to be alive at all.
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Yeah! I guess so.
[ his smile looks a little forced, but he’ll try to change the subject. ]
How did you get those injuries?
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I was in a... shoot-out.
A woman tried to kill me. I shot her. Then she beat me with the butt of her gun.
[He recites the facts like he's done it a hundred times -- most of them in his own head.]
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[ once all bandaged up, flat goes to put his shirt and jacket back on—it’s too damn cold not to have them on. ]
But you caught her, right? Or did she get away?
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She died.
She hit me until her strength ran out. Then she bled out on the pavement.
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[ flat gives him… a pitiful smile? but not much else. ]
How did you even end up as a detective, sir?
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It's not a very interesting story. I joined the RCM -- Revachol's police force -- when I was 23. Started out in Juvie, and moved to Homicide five years ago.
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[ which means that flat listens to his short explanation with interest. ]
Why did you join the police?
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I believe the RCM is necessary for Revachol. And my role, small as it may be in the grand scheme of things, is also necessary.
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[ flat nods in agreement ]
A missing screw can make a big difference in the long run. I'm glad to know that you're helping people, even if it's in your own way.
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What about you? What is it that you do, back home?
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[ flat beams ]
I mean, it's not exactly the same as a university like Oxford, but it's pretty much the same thing, just with Magecraft instead of something like Engineering or Biology.
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[He doesn't know what Oxford is, but at least he's heard of London? This isn't too out there.]
And what do you use Magecraft for?