[ he’ll follow along, making a huff like he is struggling to keep up to play along with the joke. just two guys walking down the hallway after spending a long time in the bathroom together because theyre not gay]
[He really shoots an exasperate look back at the huffing and puffing. DON'T MAKE FUN OF HIM, HE MIGHT BE DEAD LATER.
He slows down as he gets to the medbay so he can sidle up and open the door for only him, peering in. People would just think he was coming in if they are in there. BUT LO, PC powers that be say it is empty.]
[ he will continue to tease him to the grave and beyond, there is no escape from it. it's cute if he thinks death is enough to stop this.
ruining any objective of stealth anyway by just leaning in to peer in the door next to him. also this is how I find out viktor is taller than lucien. I'm terrified. anyway he'll slide in after him, going over to peer suspiciously at the pod. ]
[points at eyes points at you YOU go fuck yourself
also hilariously, they are probably the same height which is so fucking funny but i goofed not thinking the 5'8" was arcane official IT'S FINE they continue to be the same person regardless DON'T JUST LEAN IN YOU ANNOYING SHITHEAD]
I looked over them while I spoke with Io. They're fine.
[YOU HAVE NINE EYEBALLS ON YOUR BODY AND YOU DRAW THE LINE AT HEALING PODS? He puts the jacket down so he can open one of the pods.]
[ yeah the eyeballs were natural medicine. that's different. lucien looks the pod up and down and then shoots viktor a slightly distrusting look before he goes to sit on the edge of it. not climbing all the way in yet. ]
I kept up with all of my appendages, thank you kindly.
[ now viktor's long-term commitment shark boyfriend on the other hand. there's a guy who can't keep up with his limbs. ]
Plenty of room, plenty of room ...
[ there really isn't. he's grinning the grin of Menace so obviously he can't be like he's going to die anymore. he'll actually lay down at this point, pulling his tail in before he close the door on himself. ]
He's going to pulverize this dude with the crutch. He'll wait until Lucien shuts the door before locking him in the leaving him stranded alone in the room (no).
For a moment, he leans over the top of it to peer down at Lucien through the glass. Please don't use this time to also have some kind of mental break. Then he will move to start it up. Since SOMEONE didn't lose any appendages, he's hoping it shouldn't take too long for healing.
[ he's fine he's microdosing those mental breaks and has to save some lunacy energy for tomorrow, APPARENTLY. he's almost wide-eyed at first, peering back. under the smeared and watery remains of blood, he's got freckles, and one old, thin silvery scar across the cheek.
and then he pulls a face, because despite all the dark moods and occasional threats, lucien is mostly kind of a dorkass. if he somehow had amnesia and a bit less trauma he'd probably be a pretty sweet guy with a stubborn streak like a spoiled mule.
he fully expects him to leave to be honest, and is a bit surprised when he doesn't, pretty much dozing off for at least half-an-hour. he'll start fiddling with the lid at about 45 minutes and is basically clawing to get out at an hour. ]
NOT THE FACE. Stop ladling out the Molly parts. Anyway, hate that it unfortunately made Viktor screw his face up in amusement.
He does stay to fiddle with the other pod, though! Of course a dying man would be terribly interested in how a high-tech medical bed works.
When Lucien starts acting like an insulted pet wanting to be let back in, how dare you leave it in HERE for a second longer than necessary, Viktor wanders over again. He props the crutch on the other pod so he can use both hands to get the lid up.]
[ let him out of the crate NOW he HATES the vet how could you do this to him]
Just resting my eyes.
[ he was very clearly asleep there is no point to lying about this. sitting up, running his hands through his hair and pulling it around to tie it back up. it’s more of a faded dark green sheen over the purple which is still terrible but maybe less jorkerfied. an hour in the machine has sealed everything over, scabbed and raw but not fresh and bleeding anymore. it’s fine. he’s gently touching it to test how it feels. ]
Viktor is inspecting him like a nurse, and he is neither a nurse nor a doctor. There is this wild awe in his expression, unbelieving astonishment. Probably ridiculous for someone like Lucien maybe who knows what the hell a healer class is.
He reaches out without even thinking about the fact Lucien could chomp him to feel over the healed marks on Lucien's face.]
That's... so incredible. Something like this...
[OOOOOOOO, he LOVES these medbay pods, HELLO. Well, he loves the idea of them, how they work.]
[ it’s definitely ridiculous but he’s had a nap so it’s frankly just kind of cute. like sure a beginner cleric could probably do this but viktor is so excited about it. magic IS cool.
the touch barrier has long been broken at this point, he just leans his head into the hand, shooting him a crooked smirk. ]
Basic enough healing magic. This much even I could do.
[ he’ll shift, going cross-legged where he’s sitting on the medpod ans turning around to face away from him. its the same on the back - scabbed, but sealed, skin knit back together. ]
[Leaning on the edge of the pod with one hand, he reaches out with the ungloved one to map Lucien's back with his fingers. He can't believe they're this closed, these very gashes he plucked metal out of not even an hour before this.]
My god... It's only been sixty minutes...
[He laughs, surprised, thrilled. Every single line in the skin he touches is threaded together. He drags his thumb down Lucien's spine as if he can find some seam left behind to break the illusion, but there's none.]
It's... amazing. I've never seen anything like that before, anything like this. That fact you can do this so easily is incredible.
What these pods can do... is groundbreaking. Technology like this could... save so many lives in the Undercity. Could improve so many lives affected by limb loss. I could even modify them to purify the toxins from the blood stream if I had the time and the right hex crystals.
Not that easily. Healing isn’t my specialty, never was very good at it. Brevyn used to leave the scars to make me practice, like an arsehole.
[ his skin shivers when the thumb goes down his spine, leaning back into that as well. there’s no seam or zipper, just ridges that rise from the skin closer to the base of his tail.
tilting his head to look back over his shoulder at viktor as he talks, gently snorting. ]
It’s weird how you don’t sound full of shit when you say things like that.
[ god. typical man. gets you half-naked and fondles you and then distracts himself with his evil plans.
he will turn himself back around at this point, tilting his head and looking up at him, like he’s trying to see if he can read intentions like he could with the power of the eyes. he doesn’t know who this bastard is, but sure. fuck him. fuck that bastard, fuck the mighty nein, fuck the somnovem and fuck the world.
reaching over to touch the hand viktor has clenched up, just lightly with the tips of his nails. ]
The hand almost immediately loosens, as if he hadn't realized he was clenching it to begin with. But this just means they are now basically holding hands because he doesn't put the hand down.]
Easy for you to say. I don't exactly have a "cleric" at my disposal. No fancy nanites or medbay pods either.
Firstly, Temenos is likely at your disposal, annoying gnat as he is. Secondly, we're supposedly showing up somewhere to return us at some point. This place is falling apart, doubt they'd miss one of these things if we shuffled it out quickly enough. Might need a third to help us lift it, though.
[ twink city ........
yeah that's cool they can extremely heterosexually hold hands like this, straightly. ]
A bit. Suppose you're not a half-bad cleric yourself.
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Incorrigible flirt.
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Me? I just figured it would be something you'd want to hear.
[LUCIEN IS SO VAIN.]
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Sure, sure.
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Lucien is a fucking train wreck.]
Ready for the medbay yet? I can check to see who is still inside.
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Fine. Go first.
[ rude ... ]
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LUCIEN IS TAKING THE AGGRESSION OUT ON VIKTOR. He goes first because he offered.
He picks up Lucien's jacket also because he is always thinking of Lucien since he is so vain 🥺...]
Keep up.
[This is a shitty joke because he is already slow because his leg is bad. To the medbay.]
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Always rushing me .:.
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He slows down as he gets to the medbay so he can sidle up and open the door for only him, peering in. People would just think he was coming in if they are in there. BUT LO, PC powers that be say it is empty.]
All clear actually. Come on.
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ruining any objective of stealth anyway by just leaning in to peer in the door next to him. also this is how I find out viktor is taller than lucien. I'm terrified. anyway he'll slide in after him, going over to peer suspiciously at the pod. ]
Don't trust these things.
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also hilariously, they are probably the same height which is so fucking funny but i goofed not thinking the 5'8" was arcane official IT'S FINE they continue to be the same person regardless DON'T JUST LEAN IN YOU ANNOYING SHITHEAD]
I looked over them while I spoke with Io. They're fine.
[YOU HAVE NINE EYEBALLS ON YOUR BODY AND YOU DRAW THE LINE AT HEALING PODS? He puts the jacket down so he can open one of the pods.]
Just lie inside. Are you claustrophobic at all?
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You spoke with Io, then?
[ yeah the eyeballs were natural medicine. that's different. lucien looks the pod up and down and then shoots viktor a slightly distrusting look before he goes to sit on the edge of it. not climbing all the way in yet. ]
I wasn't until I started thinking about it.
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Yes, for a while. They said the pods can give you new limbs at the cost of the company. Artificial ones. They speed up the healing process, too.
[Leaning on the crutch and looking BACK.]
What, you want me to get in there with you, or something? It has a big glass. I'll stay right here in the room.
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[ now viktor's long-term commitment shark boyfriend on the other hand. there's a guy who can't keep up with his limbs. ]
Plenty of room, plenty of room ...
[ there really isn't. he's grinning the grin of Menace so obviously he can't be like he's going to die anymore. he'll actually lay down at this point, pulling his tail in before he close the door on himself. ]
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He's going to pulverize this dude with the crutch. He'll wait until Lucien shuts the door before locking him in the leaving him stranded alone in the room (no).
For a moment, he leans over the top of it to peer down at Lucien through the glass. Please don't use this time to also have some kind of mental break. Then he will move to start it up. Since SOMEONE didn't lose any appendages, he's hoping it shouldn't take too long for healing.
Gives him time to tinker around in the medbay.]
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and then he pulls a face, because despite all the dark moods and occasional threats, lucien is mostly kind of a dorkass. if he somehow had amnesia and a bit less trauma he'd probably be a pretty sweet guy with a stubborn streak like a spoiled mule.
he fully expects him to leave to be honest, and is a bit surprised when he doesn't, pretty much dozing off for at least half-an-hour. he'll start fiddling with the lid at about 45 minutes and is basically clawing to get out at an hour. ]
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NOT THE FACE. Stop ladling out the Molly parts. Anyway, hate that it unfortunately made Viktor screw his face up in amusement.
He does stay to fiddle with the other pod, though! Of course a dying man would be terribly interested in how a high-tech medical bed works.
When Lucien starts acting like an insulted pet wanting to be let back in, how dare you leave it in HERE for a second longer than necessary, Viktor wanders over again. He props the crutch on the other pod so he can use both hands to get the lid up.]
Have a nice nap?
[This implies he kept looking inside at Lucien.]
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Just resting my eyes.
[ he was very clearly asleep there is no point to lying about this. sitting up, running his hands through his hair and pulling it around to tie it back up. it’s more of a faded dark green sheen over the purple which is still terrible but maybe less jorkerfied. an hour in the machine has sealed everything over, scabbed and raw but not fresh and bleeding anymore. it’s fine. he’s gently touching it to test how it feels. ]
Stupid. Why my own bloody face … ?
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Viktor is inspecting him like a nurse, and he is neither a nurse nor a doctor. There is this wild awe in his expression, unbelieving astonishment. Probably ridiculous for someone like Lucien maybe who knows what the hell a healer class is.
He reaches out without even thinking about the fact Lucien could chomp him to feel over the healed marks on Lucien's face.]
That's... so incredible. Something like this...
[OOOOOOOO, he LOVES these medbay pods, HELLO. Well, he loves the idea of them, how they work.]
Let me see your back.
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the touch barrier has long been broken at this point, he just leans his head into the hand, shooting him a crooked smirk. ]
Basic enough healing magic. This much even I could do.
[ he’ll shift, going cross-legged where he’s sitting on the medpod ans turning around to face away from him. its the same on the back - scabbed, but sealed, skin knit back together. ]
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My god... It's only been sixty minutes...
[He laughs, surprised, thrilled. Every single line in the skin he touches is threaded together. He drags his thumb down Lucien's spine as if he can find some seam left behind to break the illusion, but there's none.]
It's... amazing. I've never seen anything like that before, anything like this. That fact you can do this so easily is incredible.
What these pods can do... is groundbreaking. Technology like this could... save so many lives in the Undercity. Could improve so many lives affected by limb loss. I could even modify them to purify the toxins from the blood stream if I had the time and the right hex crystals.
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[ his skin shivers when the thumb goes down his spine, leaning back into that as well. there’s no seam or zipper, just ridges that rise from the skin closer to the base of his tail.
tilting his head to look back over his shoulder at viktor as he talks, gently snorting. ]
It’s weird how you don’t sound full of shit when you say things like that.
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[It's clear by his expression he is already thinking a hundred miles a minute about the theorericals! But he focuses, brows furrowing.]
I can do it... I don't care what that bastard says... I can do it, and I can do it without hurting anyone.
[He brushes one of the healed scars and then straightens, curling that hand into a fist.]
I just need... more time first. I just need time, and I can make things like this to help the people of Zaun.
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he will turn himself back around at this point, tilting his head and looking up at him, like he’s trying to see if he can read intentions like he could with the power of the eyes. he doesn’t know who this bastard is, but sure. fuck him. fuck that bastard, fuck the mighty nein, fuck the somnovem and fuck the world.
reaching over to touch the hand viktor has clenched up, just lightly with the tips of his nails. ]
Fuck all the bastards, then. More time it is.
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The hand almost immediately loosens, as if he hadn't realized he was clenching it to begin with. But this just means they are now basically holding hands because he doesn't put the hand down.]
Easy for you to say. I don't exactly have a "cleric" at my disposal. No fancy nanites or medbay pods either.
Do you feel better?
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[ twink city ........
yeah that's cool they can extremely heterosexually hold hands like this, straightly. ]
A bit. Suppose you're not a half-bad cleric yourself.
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