Sometimes a man goes to slay his demons

[deathsdoctor]

Who: Trafalgar Law, Itachi Uchiha, Adele LeBlanc, Gai Tsutsugami, others
What: The fallout from a failed(?) kidnapping
When: 28th of January ongoing
Where: House 22 moving to the Battle Dome
Summary: For every victory a price must be paid, and sometimes the currency is in blood. It’s an arrangement Law’s long accepted; one can’t move ahead without sacrifice after all. But in winning this battle, the cost might not fall on him alone.
Rating: Mature

One of them had hung back.

The world greyed, tunnelled in, and consciousness collapsed, thoughts spiralling down, down, down. One of them had hung back, while the rest had come… come… co…m…e…

Sway. Sway. There is soft moaning. Where is it? Him? Is he making sounds? He should be silent.

Sway. Sway. There is fire on him. Where is it? Fire on his back. His wing. There is fire but no flames. Torn clothing, mangled flesh. Feathers. B-L-O-O-D.

Pain. Blood. Sometimes his vision goes red. His body is… crunchy sometimes, swollen other places, under his careful fingers. Trauma. Broken ribs. Internal bleeding. Down, down, down - look down. Darts in thigh. Shiny.

His head hurts.

Concussion. DRUGGED.

One of them had hung back while the rest had come. Why, why, why? Could it have been scared? No… droid. Sleek droid. Shiny and new. Droids don’t feel fear. It had watched. But it had a brain. Do droids with brains feel fear?

Something hit him. His thigh. Fight we...nt… bad then… can’t think. "… help."

Help.

Very bad. Can’t… THINK. CAN’T REMEMBER. Lightning, parts flying… all smeared and twisted… CAN’T REMEMBER. Grappling. Fabric tearing. Wings exposed.

Agony and the world breaking.

He broke the world. He broke it and the droid left.

All wrong.

Wrong.

T-E-S-T?

(for whom?)

Maybe. Bad.

He doesn’t know.



He broke the world… the forest --- didn’t he? Where was he? This was his house. His front door. Did he walk?

Knock, knock.

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House 22 - Locked to Itachi

[deathsdoctor]

Battle Dome, 28th to Feb 5th

[deathsdoctor]

[Doctors? Nurses? Other patients? Due to his injuries and necessary medical amputation of his wing, Law will be feverishly out of it until the fifth of February as soon as Adele puts him under. Thread things between yourselves here regarding his arrival, treatment, or other things.

In other words, open to all Med Center staff and anyone who would logically show up and wonder what's going on.]

Battle Dome, February 5th onward

[deathsdoctor]

[Law is awake now. Wondering why the hell he wasn't dragged from his bed by droids in the interim, and not feeling at all stellar. He won? It might take a while for it to feel like a victory. If it was really a victory.

He's not sure.

The man's trying to behave and thereby earn a pass home faster to finish his recuperation, but it's obvious to the people who know him well that he's not... terribly enjoying being cooped up in a bed. Not only is he dying for some stimulation, but he's now more vulnerable than he ever would like.

Someone distract him quick!

Open to anyone who would know he's injured and come visit.]

January 30th

[voidseeing]

[Gai showed up at the clinic this morning as usual for his regular treatment. There's just one little issue, that being Law's current condition-- something that he hadn't been aware of until he arrived. And oh man, is he angry. Not over his inability to get his transfusion, no, but over the fact that he hadn't even heard about this, and that he couldn't do a damn thing to stop it.

After working out some of his frustration via a simulation, he'll just hover around outside, looking decidedly irritated. It's his way of showing concern, but to any other doctors or patients, well... he might look like he's here to cause trouble.]

February 5th

[voidseeing]

[Distractions can certainly be arranged in the form of a knock on the door to find out whether Law is awake or not!]

February 5th

[deathsdoctor]

Come in.

[It's very hoarse. Law's voice hasn't exactly seen much use in the last week.]

February 5th

[voidseeing]

[That's all the invitation Gai needs to open the door and step inside, shutting it behind him to give the two of them a bit of privacy (which he suspects Law hasn't had a lot of in the past few days).]

I expected to see you in more pieces after the story I heard.

[yourhatred]

[The door flies open rather quickly, a wide-eyed Itachi moving to catch Law before he fell over.

He'd heard Law's approach before he'd even reached the door, hence his hasty arrival. Whatever had happened to the pirate, he was already angry with himself for not being able to be there to help him, impossible or not.

He speaks the man's name urgently, getting a sense of how aware of his surroundings he is.]

February 5th

[deathsdoctor]

[He chokes back a laugh. God that hurts.] With all the stitching hiding under here... I think they've managed to piece me back together.

[He doesn't expect much privacy in the future either. Not till he's able to go home.]

February 5th

[voidseeing]

Then I'm sure you'll be glad to hear that I'm returning that favor you did for me a few weeks ago.

[That long coat of his is capable of concealing many things beneath it. Flashbangs, grenades, knives... and in this case, a bottle of spiced rum from the bar. As to how he got it-- does it really matter?]

[deathsdoctor]

[He crumples soundly into Itachi's arms, eyes glassy and focusing on nothing. His lips try to form words. Something more animal comes out.

Somewhere between a whimper. Somewhere between a prayer.]

...t... hem...

[There's a clattering of steel. He can't hold onto his sword anymore.]

February 5th

[deathsdoctor]

Aa?

[... hoo, could it be? HELLS YES. HE NEEDS ONE.]

... we're going to be flirting with such trouble.

Let's make sure they don't catch us.

[You are the best bro. The best. Let him summon his chart to take a look at his medications to make sure.]

February 5th

[voidseeing]

Heh. I don't like being in anyone's debt. Consider us even now.

[He's no stranger to flirting with trouble-- Law of all people should know that.

And look, he's even got two shot glasses to go with it.]

January 28th

[thefinaljedi]

[Luke, having heard what happened through the medical grapevine and tremors in the Force, arrives shortly after the man is put under to check up on Law's other condition: his troubled mind. He walks straight in, hood up, and brushes past anyone who tries to stop him with complete disregard for any argument they might put forth. He does not speak much, instead giving anyone in the room a gesture and murmured reassurances that he needs a moment alone to examine Law with the Force, though Itachi gets a pass. This isn't something anyone else needs to know about.

Once he's got the privacy he requires, Luke will take a moment to center himself, and lay hands onto the pirate. A faint blueish glow rolls off his palms and into Law, a ritual to filter away any dark influences on Law's mind.

Once that is done, he will be out around the dome, if someone wishes to talk to him.

You can try and stop him, but Luke's really intent on keeping this a secret at Law and Itachi's request, and entirely willing to Force the issue if necessary.]

February 5th.

[thefinaljedi]

[Luke arrives sometime in the early afternoon, knocking gently on the door of Law's room.]

Law?

February 5th.

[deathsdoctor]

Hey.

[Gingerly pushing himself up.]

Come in.

[yourhatred]

[Them? Them who? Malnosso? Someone else?

Itachi's head jerks up, Sharingan spinning, searching out past the fallen pirate for anything that might be following him. If whoever or whatever it was had taken out Law, they could surely present him with difficulty as well.

But he sees nothing.

So instead he focuses back on the man. His skills with Nala aren't as good as they could be when compared to a couple of the other spirits, but he can at least deal with some of the worst of it - make him easier to get where more experienced healers could look at him.

He bends down to help get Law on the floor for the time being.]

Them?

February 5th.

[thefinaljedi]

[Luke opens the door and steps inside]

Good to see you awake, my friend. How's your back?

[Because saying wing still sounds weird.]

[deathsdoctor]

D-r-o...ids.

[Blackout. Consciousness. Fade in. Fade out. Fade in.

P A I N

Contact with the wing is...







Pain is clarity.]

I... won?

[Fading, fading...]

Why... was it watching... why didn't it...

[yourhatred]

[That's enough of that.]

I'm sorry. Be silent now.

[The first response would be enough for the time being. Everything beyond that leans into babbling territory, and Law doesn't need to waste energy on that.

He can't lay him on his back - especially not with the wing like that, but he can lower him to his knees and let him lean into him long enough for him to perform what healing he can.]

[deathsdoctor]

[Just breathe. Just breathe. It hurts to, but, he must. Breathe.

He leans into to Itachi and hangs his head. Stares dully at the metal darts embedded in his thigh.

It doesn't even occur to him to remove them.

Breathe. Just breathe.

Coughing. Red wells at his lips.

Breathe.

Just breathe.

He's starting to breathe a little easier.]

February 5th.

[deathsdoctor]

Sore... but... [And he slowly flares out the black and gold wings that few have ever seen. He was told one was amputated. Yet here it is regrown. Not a phenomenon he's unfamiliar with but still strange.] well on the mend.

February 5th

[deathsdoctor]

Even.

[He'll just raise that shot glass. Cheers.]

So what happened while I was out?

[He's assuming the village didn't explode or something like that.]

February 5th.

[thefinaljedi]

Good. I was a worried.

[Luke takes a few steps over to the bed and takes a seat.]

No bad dreams, I hope. I was here daily.

February 5th

[voidseeing]

[Gai pours them each a shot before tucking the bottle back beneath his coat just to be safe and leaning against the wall to down his.]

The entire village seems to be missing two days. No one can remember anything that happened during them besides vague recollections-- no changes to the village itself or to any of us that anyone has noticed. Just two days of missing time.