Catch-all post!

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who: Ivar and others
what: Monthly log catch-all post
when: Starting about Dec. 10th and continuing throughout the month
where: All over the Quarantine
warnings: Graphic description of broken bones, sparring violence



Prompts below! Anyone who wants anything specific can PM me or contact me at Light_shade

Comments

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[Marco is a paranoid person by nature. He always has been, even before the war he'd had that kind of tendency. So he's pretty much always low-key on alert, and this day is no different. When he hears that scream from the general vicinity of Ivar's bathroom, he's on the move almost immediately.

It takes him about two minutes to get up to Ivar's room and by the time he's pulling the door open he's already most of the way into his gorilla morph - Big Jim is second nature now, he can change into a gorilla almost without thinking. It's his battle morph, his most comfortable morph besides the osprey, and it provides strength, durability, to fight whatever might be hurting Ivar.

But when the door opens, he doesn't see Ivar under attack, doesn't see that jerk Dodger guy he's heard about with a knife, he just sees Ivar on the floor, naked and wet and yelling 'Monster!' at him.]

<Hey. Calm down, it's me, Marco. This is a morph. Gorilla. I just...I thought you were under attack and needed some backup. You okay?>

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[Ivar just stares for a moment and he wonders if he's going into a state of shock. Then Marco reassures him that it's just him in another animal shape. Ivar wonders what other strange beasts he can change into because this one is truly bizarre. There's something uncanny about a gorilla to someone whose never seen one before. It looks just human enough to seem familiar, but dissimilar enough to seem like a horrible monster.

He takes in a deep breath, propped up on his arms.]

Yes, I'm fine. I just slipped, that's all. [Ivar's usually better at lying, but when he's in pain, that's all he can focus on. The words are too tight and clipped to be the truth. The heart of the matter is shown when he glances down to his broken leg. It can clearly be seen, the usual straight line of bone under the skin ruptured like the fault line that causes an earthquake.]

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<Sure, if you just slipped but you're perfectly fine then I'm wearing a tutu and delicate ballet slippers. And in case that went over your head, I'm totally not.>

[Marco shakes his gorilla head in a very human gesture, then crouches down beside Ivar, squinting a bit as he looks down at the leg. It's pretty damn obvious that it's broken, the line of his shin is busted straight down the middle, and Marco huffs out a breath. Another very human bit of body language.]

<Okay, you seriously need to go to a hospital for this, man. At least in gorilla morph I can just pick you up and get you to your chair. Last thing you need is to be dragging that around.>

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[Ivar looks up at the gorilla version of Marco and fights back the sensation that he's going to pass out at any moment. The mention of a hospital makes his eyes go hard.]

I'll be fine. I just need rest.

[As if this was something akin to the common cold. Just a little rest and he'd be back on his feet (metaphorically) in no time flat. The fact Ivar wasn't just screaming in agony right now just testified to the fact he was tough as nails.]

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<Yeah, you'll be fine, I know, because you're tough. I get it. But you can't really out-tough a broken leg, man. You need to get it set and splinted up or it's going to heal all wrong.>

[Crouching down a little, Marco rests his massive elbows on his knees, staring down at Ivar.]

<Look, that sounded and looks like it hurts. Are there any healers you're okay with who I could call privately maybe?>

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[Ivar's face remains in a stubborn cast for a moment, but he knows the truth of what Marco's trying to say to him. He can't remain tough forever with a broken leg. This will need to be solved sooner rather than later.]

There is one. Shigeru. I don't know his last name. But I'll trust him.

[He manages to sit up a little straighter as he uses the wall for balance.]

Can you help me get back to my room?

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<Okay, cool. I'll look him up, and yeah, I can totally get you back to your room. Probably gonna hurt, because gorillas are not exactly delicate, but I know you can take it.>

[Crouching down further, Marco slides one of his massive gorilla arms around Ivar's shoulders, and works the other under his thighs, carefully lifting him, wincing because he knows how bad it must hurt. Marco's dealt with a million broken bones before, he knows it never really gets less painful, no matter how used to it you get.

Moving as smoothly as possible, he makes his way back into Ivar's room, and carefully sets him down on the bed.]

<How you doing, man?>

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[Ivar ends up clutching the thick gorilla arms as hard as he can, turning his face to the side as he tries very hard not to scream the entire time. Every time Marco puts a foot down, it jostles his leg, and Ivar can physically feel the bones shift under the skin. This has happened to him many times before, but it never really gets any easier.

When Marco sets him down on the bed, he just curls up on his side, looking rather pale, and far more miserable than he's been in a very long time.]

I've been better. And worse. [Yes, he's actually been in a worse state than what he is ] Remind me to tell about the time I broke my leg and didn't tell anyone for a full day. [Really, it's a wonder he's survived this long.]

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[As soon as Ivar's on the bed, Marco starts demorphing to his own human form, the thick arms shrinking down to his own slim ones, his shoulders narrowing, his nose and mouth defining themselves in different ways, skin going from pitch black to its usual tan. Once he's done, dressed in just a pair of leggings, he grabs the closest shirt he can find and slips it on - it's Ivar's, horribly oversized on him, gaping at the neck and hanging to his mid-thigh - and sits down on the bed.

Almost without thinking, he reaches out and pushes his fingers through Ivar's hair, trying to soothe him a little. And with his other hand, he pulls out his device, starts scrolling through to find the contact for this Shigeru guy.]

Yeah? You should tell me about it while we wait.

[Anything to distract him from how bad he's hurting.]