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04 | voice/written/action | Kidnap shifts are a bitch, and I hate 'em.

[June 9th (Nighttime)]

[Doyle returns from the mission and hopes distantly that the shift placed on him would be gone. It is not, and he's got an insignificant wound that probably needs a few stitches and something to disinfectant. He basically makes a beeline for his place, locks himself up (and may run into people along the way, despite his attempts to be sneaky). He'll just have to wait for it to wear off.

Yeah.]

[Voice]

Can anyone do me a favor? Probably a doctor at the clinic--I need, uh. A kit for stitching up minor injuries, things like that? Something to disinfect a wound? I'm not really in a position to go down to the clinic... If we can arrange somewhere to pick it up, I'd really owe ya.

[If you're in Community Housing 7, you might feel a phantom heat passing through the Floor 3 hallway. Also if you're Doyle's neighbors or you're above or below his room, sorry about the weird heat that seems to bounce around your place. :|]

[June 10th]

[It's getting worse. He's feeling a lot more restricted, a lot more like he's drowning in peak summer heat. Started sweating more; he takes nightly walks like he does sometimes, though more-so to escape how his room smothers him. Eventually, though, he starts to realize that he can't go to the grocery store, or the restaurant, or the item shop. Or the middle of the plaza. Frankly, he realizes he's just shoving heat in people's faces wherever he's at.

There's some joke to be made about making people want to take their clothes off, but he's too tired to amuse it. He temporarily stays in an empty house further back from any people, just until this wears off. Needs food, though. Going to the grocery shop isn't going to work out. At all.

A while later, an anonymous person pens in this handwriting:]

[Written / Anonymous]

I'm stuck in a predicament, and I kinda' need food. If anyone can drop some off at the house I'm staying in, I'd really appreciate it--and I'd owe you one. Just on the doorstep, and I can do the rest.

[If people do decide to help out, he'd appreciate it. He even pens the house number. Just don't be alarmed if you help, or even if you just walk by, that something unceremoniously warm is seeping through the walls of the house. He's got the air on, the fans on, and he's still not feeling too relaxed.

He also goes out and sits at the lake. By the time he's there for an hour, two, he sits in the water and feels some semblance of relief for once.]

[June 11th]

[Fucking hell. Fuck.

He's given up on shirts. He's drinking a lot of water, too. Been sitting in the shower at the unspecified house until he prunes up. It offers a little relief. Not a whole lot. When it starts to rain he goes outside, goes back to the lake, sits in the water, in the rain; he hasn't gotten sick from it yet, so he's not about to stop.

When the rain clears up, he drags himself onto the shore and lays there. He feels too hot. He's going to burn up--they're going to burn him all up, aren't they, those assholes?

Too hot... Ugh... Too hot.

It's raining and overcast and he's laying here suffocating in heat.

What were the odds.]

((ooc: basically anyone within a 10-foot radius will feel like they're in a really hot desert that will progressively get worse the closer they go; the heat is stifling and hard to be around. Another 10 feet after that, there's a mild heat that'll probably be more recognizable on the rainy days. Touching him'll make you feel like you're being burned. Also to note, it only effects living things. So no actual hot objects. :|b

It'll go away before anything gets too intense for him, but he's a little freaked out and anxious and all that.))

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[Without using her powers, and perhaps even then, she can't come closer. Ami shakes her head to signal it.]

You were right. I can't get too near. Where do you want these left?

The table. [He rubs his face down, grimacing.] I'm sorry about the trouble. You'd probably prefer doctoring than being some delivery girl.

[But Ami shakes her head, quickly, flashing a quick reassuring smile even as she moves to the table to put everything down.]

I don't mind at all. I don't care what it is I'm doing, as long as it helps.

[Within reasonable parameters, of course; but it'd take a lot for her to ever complain, and for something like this, she's more than willing to pitch in.]

Good attitude to have in a place like this, I guess. [A short smile, before he finds himself reaching for another drink of water.

... He imagines some whiskey'll help dull the stitching.]

I wonder if I can still help with the pain... [Even from a short distance, maybe her abilities from Nala could help.]

Ah. You're talkin' filial spirits, or it is just something from your world...?

The filial spirits. [She specifies, as if there's a need to.] Nala. I can use her power, a little.

Nala... Sounds like a really good spirit to have.

[He shakes his head.]

I haven't really heard anything myself. I'm, uh... having a hard time wrapping my head around it.

Could it be that people don't believe such things exist where you're from? It was the same for me. But I've seen a lot of evidence here that can't be denied.

Same here... But. [He shrugs, frowning.] Even when I know that, it's still hard to make that connection.

[Ami's smile broadens in recognition, though it's somewhat introspective still. She definitely understands.]

It's the same for me. I can tell myself I understand something, and I do understand it. But sometimes, it's hard to feel the way I know I should.

It's not that logical. Even if I know it's real, it still makes it hard to make it logical. Subconsciously, I guess. I don't know.

[He lays his head back.]

I'm better suited up high with a rifle anyway. Not much good for filial stuff.

A rifle? Are you a marksman? Were you with the army?

I was a sniper, U.S. Delta Force. [It used to be a clockwork thing for him to say. The words are like a script he's memorized. Rooftop Unit.]

Amazing! You must be very skilled. It must have been something you practiced a great deal.

Stop, you'll make me blush. [He laughs, eyebrows furrowed and teasing.] I guess it's just that 'thing' I'm good at. We all have those things, right? I'm betting you're pretty damn good at your doctor stuff.

I certainly try my hardest. It was something that was important to me all while I was growing up. [Yes, largely due to her mother's expectations and pressures - at first. But she'd made the choice for herself in the end, and on her own terms. She's proud of that.]

Good... It's good to have something you can dedicate your life to, right?

I think so. [She certainly won't speak disloyally of any doubts - and besides, those doubts have been put to rest several years ago now.]

What about you? Is there something like that for you?

Well, yeah. I mean, I guess it's a life's ambition, or something like that. [...Second!life ambition now. :|a] Being a soldier isn't something I plan to retire from anytime soon.

But if you could... if the battle was really over somehow, if the war was, wouldn't it be for the best? [She sounds almost as if she wants confirmation, affirmation, of this. Validation.]

... I don't think battles'll ever be over. [He's genuine and honest, and that's all he can really offer.] They all end sooner or later, but another one tends to spring up. It's one of the downsides of human nature.

...

But some people deserve their rest. Not everyone has to be a soldier, when everything's said and done.

[Those of us who are fight for the rest of them.

She can't say that when she's here as the doctor instead of the soldier, though, and Ami only nods.]

All through history, there have been wars and fighting.

[And she's heard tales of Usagi and the others fighting oh so far into the future as well. The battles may not end, for them.

And yet in her world, there was finally a peace won. She should be doubly grateful for that.]

But it's still something that would be better if it could be stopped.

It's always worth a shot, trying to stop battles.

[A nod.]

Just because they'll always exist doesn't mean we have to pretend like they will.

I think so, too. If we stop trying to prevent them, if we give up, then we definitely can't change anything.

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