GOEMON ---> 08 [Action + Video] Damn boxes.

[ishikawa_juusan]

Who: Giftwrapped!Goemon and anyone who wants a samurai for Christmas. He can sew, do a bit of cooking, guard your home, and he's even a little handsome, pff

Where: Anywhere in Somni or Espoir.

Style: Anything you please!

Status: Closed; thank you!

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Ambushed; AND by a box. Smouldering with sullen shame, Goemon knew for certain that he wouldn’t be

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[lovesviolence]

Present ended up here, how?

[She was about to go out to the cake store when she saw the present on her doorstep. The size surprised her and caused her to wonder whether or she should try to even open it. The giftwrapping incident had already happened to her and she would rather not have that happen again.]

...Policy agreed on is to be careful. Investigation, needed first. [Bringing the gift inside so it is not to block the way~.]

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[ishikawa_juusan]

In darkness and with little to listen to but the gentle, measured sound of his breathing, he had no sense of how long it had been since the giftbox had decided to stop joggling him all around and had settled someplace potentially remote. A deep stillness enveloped him. "Not good," He mused under his breath.

Just when he contemplated giving one end of the box another fierce kick (well, as much of one he could manage while on his stomach,) he perceived the shuffle of feet and a voice - decidedly female - and lifted his head, turning a questioning, wary gaze to the 'ceiling'. But as much as he had strained his ears to discern words, it was far too muffled - and whoever it was was suddenly moving him, the box rasping as it was dragged along. He held his breath unconsciously, waiting.

[action]

[lovesviolence]

[As too not take chances, Vorona gripped on her pair of garden scissors. If something were to happen like last time, she was going to cut her way out.]

Precaution set, all will be well. [She mumbled under her breathe before opening up the large present ready for whatever might be coming her way.]

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[ishikawa_juusan]

Frowning, he listened.

There were more words he couldn’t grasp - had the person sensed his presence within the box and was attempting communication? - and then he was left in tense silence, a tickling rivulet of sweat snaking between his shoulderblades. A beat passed, then another - before something gouged a rough hole in the box with a crack that jarred him, his heart clenching in his chest with a spasm of quasi-fear. But before he could react beyond a widening of his eyes, he felt a sharp point drive into his back.

Time slowed to a crawl; and for a second, he was paralyzed by the sobering awareness of cold metal sliding in, filleting through muscle for what felt like hours before jerking out of him. A short, ragged cry of pain escaped him, the rest bitten back with a struggle. The wound burned like dry ice pressed to skin, his hands at his back curling for a moment into imperceptibly trembling fists.

Move, Goemon urged himself desperately, synapses firing double-speed. How and where didn’t matter. He had to move now.

[action]

[lovesviolence]

[Vorona knew well what she had gotten herself into when the blade stabbed into Goemon's back. Knowing the feeling of a blade into flesh very well for a moment she found even herself worried. She did not mean to harm any one so she hoped that the stab would not accidentally kill whoever was in the box. The only people she found capable of targeting were those who were powerful, capable fighters. Even she would feel guilty for killing an innocent person so randomly.

She takes a look at the scissor after pulling back to see blood. It looked like the wound will be pretty deep. Well, she had to finish the job of opening the present. Only this time she was much more careful in her work as to not stab the person again. Finally the present was opened.

She examines the man carefully, her face holding no expression as she speaks.]

You are hurt. I had been careless. [A pause.] No necessity to die. Doctor, needed. I, will get one unless you recommended something else.

[Action]

[ishikawa_juusan]

Panting, Goemon froze stock-still, glancing upwards sharply when the scissor-blades dragged through and across the top of the box from end to end, and then as someone’s fingers wedged into the gash in the cardboard, wrenching the box open wide. Light flooded in - and squinting through pain-haze, he saw a woman - a stranger - gazing down at him phlegmatically as if it were commonplace to find a human being trapped in an oversized gift-box, heaving desperately for breath. He pinched his eyes shut for a moment, tugging in a quiet albeit almost exaggeratedly deep gulp for air; but he was barely able to ease any of it into his lungs. As much as he struggled, breaking into a sweat, it was difficult regulating what little breathing he could manage in his compromised state like trying to rein a wild horse. He was steadily drowning. Dry-drowning

[action]

[lovesviolence]

Bandages...I affirm. A moment.

[She goes into the other room, where the bandages were kept. She had bought them around the time when she first came to Somarium, but never actually had a chance to use them. They were intended for herself, if she was ever careless enough to get hurt during one of her "hunts" but right now they will be put into good use.

She will do what she can to help him, as long as the man does not give up to fight for his life. However, whether he does live or not will be up to himself. Vorona could only do what she can and even if he died she would not remember him after a couple of days. After retrieving them she heads back to where Goemon was and hand them to him.]

Movement, restricted by wound. Help, needed?

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[ishikawa_juusan]

Processing her broken English, he nodded once in response, breathlessly, and let his head hang slightly, lips parted, resigning himself to his injuries. With the endorphins thinning out in his blood, it was becoming increasingly difficult for him to maintain a mask of stoic toughness; a tic of the eyelids in a half-blink, a slight dilation of the pupils, his halting breath betrayed him. He recognized his fairly deeply-engrained, self-effacing tendencies and could repress them to accept help in a situation like this; the raw pain in his right lung and the very real, desperate sense of air-hunger made it more than clear that there was no room to undermine this threat to his health. Until a doctor or paramedics, if there were any, could be called, he would do everything he could to try and remain conscious.

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[lovesviolence]

[Whether it sounds broken or not her intonation is quite perfect. Watching him closely she decided that she would have to be the one to bandage him. She was not at all embarrassed to have to see skin in order to do so and did her job quickly. She had enough practice in treating wounds.]

I will call. Rest, well.

[And after those few words she takes out her dreamberry and calls for a doctor.]

[action]

[ishikawa_juusan]

Beyond the initial split second of self-consciousness, Goemon was simply too dazed by the creeping symptoms of shock to be embarrassed when his hakamashita was opened; her touch seemed purely analytical, also. And so he watched her briefly with dark, heavy-lidded eyes as she dressed wounds and scarred skin alike. Silence was punctuated by the rasp of gauze, a single choked squeak in the very back of his throat as the bandages were pulled snugly taut.

“…Katejikenai.” He managed in thanks after she spoke, still crouched and leaning against the support of the wall. Placing his faith in her, it was the most he could do not to count the seconds that seemed to stretch for hours - but soon enough, he lost his awareness of more than the passing of time, and slumped forward limply. Sinking at last into unconsciousness.

[action]

[lovesviolence]

[She didn't think much when he fell unconscious, it was probably just from the lost of blood. Quietly she waited, the doctor should be here soon.]

Man, dressed oddly. [She spoke this to herself as she examined him closely. He did not look like he was from her time era at all...

And just when she was thinking this there was a knock at the door. The doctor was finally here and immediately asked about the patient. She pointed him in the right direction, if it wasn't obvious enough already. After a few examinations of the wounds he calls for the nurses to put him on a carrier as to take him away.]

He, will live? [That was all she asked and after the doctor nodded they workers left quickly to take him to the hospital.]