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Too Much Idiot [Jaunt Week 2]

[While this is happening...]

[Bob's scratchy voice comes on the network, sounding slightly distressed.]

Hey, you know that angel that's been hitting people with that stupid aggravating whip?

Three guesses who picked a fight with him, and the first two don't count.

[There's a brief aerial shot of Casper, suspended in air with raven wings out. Bartholomew has reared back his whip but now there's tons of snowballs and water all over him.]

The fuck am I supposed to do with this?

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Mostly isn't gonna cut it for Gil right now; he's going for full. He huffs quietly at Casper's apology. "You're gonna do that anyway, I've been told that it's a little brother's job to make the older one worry. But seriously, you really need to learn how to pick your fights better." Pick fewer. Put some back.

He pulls a bit more goo out of his dreamcatcher. "Try and lie low for the rest of this one, yeah? If he catches you again I doubt it's gonna end well."

'I know I do... it's just hard to pull back from fights when I get into them. That's not a personality thing, it's literally a Norse thing.' It sucks sometimes. Why is his family like this? '... My other form changes are like... either dogs, a dream body, or that changeling form.' None of them are great options.

Bob just looks down at Casper, and he sighs. 'Or possessing Bob, but that's got disadvantages too and I can't do it for a really long time.'

"Just avoid that fucker, then. Teleport out again if you have to, just stay clear."

He's silent for a few moments, watching the goo work its magic on Casper, before he continues, quietly. "I don't wanna lose more friends. I don't care if you come back. That's not the point. You could have died, Cas, and it would've been so fucking pointless."

'... At least I tried. If someone's punishing people so unfairly, what the fuck am I supposed to do? We're supposed to try to make shit better in these worlds. ... And leaving someone like him in power seems like a bad idea.'

He's quiet, closing his eyes. 'I don't want to die again, either. I don't even know what would happen. ... To me, or to Bob. I don't know how I'm possessing myself from afar, and a new body might not have that connection that my mother set up. I might be trapped inside him. ... But I don't want to just live my life not trying to help people.'

"You're supposed to not go in, guns blazing, expecting that you'll be able to take him out single-handedly. This is the kind of shit you have to plan ahead for, preferably with a group."

...if he'd had any worries whatsoever that Casper was part of the Tower incident before, he sure wouldn't now.

The last of the goo sinks in, and he lifts Casper's hands by the palms, checking his wrists gently. "Turn these for me, tell me if it still hurts."

'... I know. I'm just scared of losing people. I'm not scared of losing me as much...' But Gil knows that, and he moves his wrists as requested. 'They don't hurt. ... Just my back.'

He lets out a few long breaths, and then Bob speaks up.

'Hey, kid. You know how you can do that shut off emotions trick? ... Do you think you can shut off other stuff?'

Casper opens his eyes and raises an eyebrow at Bob. '... I don't know...'

He puts his hands on Casper's shoulders, and tries to help him sit up. It's not hard, when he's got Glamour running, but he's trying to be gentle. "Okay, sit up and we'll look at that real quick."

Gil knows Bob's voice is technically in his brain, but the ear on the bird's side still twitches and looks at him. "...I mean, it's better to shut down your pain response than your emotions..." He doesn't like either on principle though, if his tone wasn't obvious.

'I don't really use it... it's just something I picked up.' He takes a deep breath and tries to not squirm as Gil moves him. It hurts really badly... and he knows he got off relatively easy.

A few deep breaths and he's at least sitting upright. His hoodie is slashed down the back, leaving an ugly wound through the clothes. He squeezes his eyes shut again, trying to focus.

He goes still, breathing slowly as he tries to rummage around in his own mind. If he can just activate it...

The fear is mostly gone, just the last bits of it hanging around him. It takes a bit, but eventually... Casper sighs in relief as he feels the pain just flat out stop. His body immediately relaxes, letting out a long exhale. "There we go."

Gil's ears flick back a bit more when Casper just- relaxes. It's definitely good that he's not in pain but it's also very unsettling.

"Good job." He moves on his knees around Casper to look at his back properly. "You might need to take your shirt off if I'm gonna get a better look at this, is... is that gonna be okay?"

He nods and attempts to pull the hoodie off, but - there's a better solution. A moment's concentration, and he's left with a bare torso. Wardrobe manipulation is useful.

"Thanks."

He's gentle with his hands, as he looks over the ugly marks left by the whipping, tracing around its edges but not ever actually touching it. "Christ, Cas..." he mumbles, almost to himself.

Then he pulls more goo out - of Liminal Space itself, this time - and makes enough to coat Casper's whole back, just for safety's sake.

He shivers slightly - first from the light touch and then the weird feeling of the goo on his sensitive back. He swallows hard, flushing slightly. "S... sorry." His back has always been sensitive, and right now with the pain gone he can actually properly feel touch.

"Is it that bad?" Bob chirps once, and sends Casper a picture of what he's seeing. Casper pales slightly. "... Oh."

"You got fucking flayed, dude." Which isn't helping the matter, but at least he can try and make light of it. "Another few of these and we could play noughts and crosses."

They're not... too deep, at least. They seem like something ripped through him - Gil can make out almost barbed angle, like a hook.

"Let's nought and say we did." He grins a little bit at his joke. "But... huh. I couldn't really see the thing - he had me... bound... in the air... so." A little fear creeps back in, but he lets out a long breath to try to push it out. "... But I'm safe now."

He'd seen Bob's footage of the event. "Yeah, you are." He reaches up with one hand to give Casper's hair some more pats. "You're fine now, he can't fucking get in here."

He nods slowly, turning so he's facing Gil and leans against his friend's chest. It's okay. He's safe. He doesn't want to leave for now. "... Don't try and go after him, okay? I don't... I was stupid."

He keeps his attention on the ectoplasm as Casper turns, until he's sure it's fully healed. "I was not planning on it, Cas, don't worry. Raidou's overlay warned me about him in the first few days." He just avoids the man now as a matter of principle, infiltrated or not. "And yes, you were. But you know to keep an eye out for him now, so just be careful."

"... I'll try." He wraps his arms around the other carefully, just letting himself be supported by his friend. Listening to Gil's breathing is... calming. "What have you been doing? Just sticking with Raidou?"

"Nah, he's some demon prince bullshit. I'm steering clear in case it gets suspicious." He'd rather not end up accidentally forcing Vulpe's hand against him in some way; he won't let Raidou live with that. "I'm mostly fucking around. You're welcome to hang out if you need a distraction."

"... Yeah." He's quiet a moment, before he manipulates up another shirt and hoodie onto himself. No sense in being shirtless right now. "If there were normal animals around I'd just go husky form and follow you, but I don't wanna risk someone picking me up by mistake."

"You could pretend you're someone's familiar?" he offers. "I'd say be mine, but I've got a rep started that I'm already a familiar with no master, so having a pet would look super bad."

"I guess so. I'll figure it out." He rolls his shoulders, testing how his back feels. "... Glad you're here, though."

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