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[personal profile] founderinglight 2018-11-09 03:02 am (UTC)(link)
The power of Kings requires a living power source for things such as the Old Wall and - I'm not going to explain any of the technicalities to you until you get your weight off that leg, you absolute dumb bastard.

[The authority of kings is a grandpa holding a cat who conjures a folding chair out of his Armiger to put Verity into. Stay, kitty.

She blinks as he puts her down and meows again before jumping off to give Nyx's foot a sniff.]


Prioritize not dying for a moment and give me your hand, I might be able to do something and I can't not try.
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[personal profile] founderinglight 2018-11-09 03:26 am (UTC)(link)
Be dashingly rebellious later, please.

[Bitch he'll just grab for your stupid burned ring hand, then. Nyx can probably even feel something, some exertion of power and focus, but - ]

No? Fine. The next five minutes are going to be extremely stupid.

[And after that flippant comment... Well, Nyx, you're not going to get much more proof than the fact that you are now facing down a much less ghostly, familiar suit of armour. Surprise?]
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[personal profile] founderinglight 2018-11-09 03:48 am (UTC)(link)
There's no need for that. I'm retired.

[The echoing magical voice is... different, and nearly toneless, making it hard to tell if that was a joke or not.

And something flickers along the metal grasp and... Slowly, like poison leaving a wound, the flame is drawn out.]


Your hand is going to scar terribly. Not much I can do about that, I think. I'm no healer.

[But the magic is his, and it will obey, so help him.]
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[personal profile] founderinglight 2018-11-09 04:22 am (UTC)(link)
Life is very much like that, sometimes.

[The metal hands support Nyx's weight as much as he needs. No point saving him from one end just to lose him.

The Mystic is tranquil but determined. Little ruffles the kings of old. It's for the better, given what he's doing.

At last, the flame taken back as much as it will go, leaving stinging burns behind,
Izunia gently nudges Nyx into the chair. Sit, you idiot. ]


Let's see what curatives can do for the rest.
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[personal profile] founderinglight 2018-11-09 05:01 am (UTC)(link)
Just stay. I've got you.

[Curatives the royal specialty, magic poured into drinks and bottles for the one kind of healing they can do.

Izunia kneels, all the sparkling bits of armor jangling, and sets to work - bring down the bleeding, up the blood he has left, potion, potion, elixir, ether.

He hasn't made any move to change back to his flesh form, for the moment. He'll have to to straighten the bones in the leg, but the gunshot wounds are worse.]
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[personal profile] founderinglight 2018-11-09 02:57 pm (UTC)(link)
The magic of our blood always demands a price. From us as well - our lives are short and burn bright, as you well know. Regis might have gotten another two or three years, but not much more, after maintaining that Wall so long.

It consumes our life energy. And for one not of the bloodline to fuel the Old Wall... You would have died anyway.


[He still might. But at least if his life force doesn't recover enough, with the potions Izunia is packing into him, it won't be in pain, and it won't be alone.

Verity bonks into Nyx's good leg.]


We're used to the stress and have a bigger well of magical energy. For you, it's as much the shock as anything. Same way a gunshot can kill even if it misses anything vital.

[His tone is still cold and detached as he pushes another ether into Nyx's lap to get chugged after the first, but then it warms almost imperceptibly.]

And this is the part where things get stupid for a moment. Just... repeat to yourself that magic is bullshit and bear with me.
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[personal profile] founderinglight 2018-11-10 06:13 pm (UTC)(link)
Yes, well, I need flesh hands to set the bone. Metal is not the most tactile material in the world.

[The tone is still... toneless, but he lifts a giant metal hand to waggle his fingers a little in a way that so deeply contrasts with the dignity of the line of kings.

If Nyx can find the humor in it, well, he'll probably live. Especially once the medical staff, the people qualified for more than triage, can get to him.]


But you're past bleeding out in the next ten minutes with all those curatives in you, so just... Bear with me.

[And then - for a moment, it's like the great suit of armor sucks in a deep breath before everything flickers. And then it's Izunia sitting on the ground again, human again from the waist up, but the waist down is...

Well. Nyx is going to have a very different opinion of octopus for a while after this.

Explanations will have to wait, though, because as soon as he's flesh and blood again - the panic comes crashing down on Izunia and leaves him breathing heavily into his hands, the drawn-out shakes of someone fighting off a panic attack. Knowing it was coming is why he got Nyx into best condition he could before changing forms, but that doesn't make the sudden rush of emotion any easier to handle. At least he knows that Nyx has seen combat shock before, the people who can keep going while there's still an enemy to fight and then become near-catatonic afterwards, and that his own signs are obvious.

Bear with him, indeed.]
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[personal profile] founderinglight 2018-11-14 12:52 am (UTC)(link)
[It's a minute before any kind of response, and the first thing that happens is that Izunia leans up against Nyx's good leg, taking the offer where he can find it. His breathing starts to even out, but slowly, until he can speak again, but it's the disjointed, context deprived speech of someone still bringing themselves down.]

You sound like my brother-in-law, rambling on like that.

[Another deep breath, one more moment of his hands pressed against his face -

And then in another sparkle of crystal, his legs are back to being legs, the barely-visible gills under his collar vanishing.

Almost absently, he starts petting the cat rubbing up against his side.]


Don't worry. We've got fresh fish, at least. Not sure about octopus but we can probably find something.

[Yknow, other than him.]
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[personal profile] founderinglight 2018-11-14 05:04 am (UTC)(link)
I'll be alright. I just don't handle healing magic very well, these days.

[In, out, until he can be steady on his own. Yeah, not very well is one way to put it.]

It's a very long story, and all of it tied together. You have no idea how many problems the line of kings actually has, trust me. And you've as much right to know as any at this point, it's just a story that will take time to tell.

[With that in mind, Izunia pulls himself up and braces to set the leg. First, though, a phone from his armiger to text the medical staff - better to let them know now that they're about to have a troublesome patient.]

Ready for that leg?
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[personal profile] founderinglight 2018-11-18 05:30 am (UTC)(link)
Do you one better and give you a brandy once we're at the medbay. Or a whiskey. Or hot pepper vodka.

[He's carrying, that's what he's saying here. You have Choices.

Nyx gets a nod in return and Izunia stretches his wrists a bit before he reaches up, forcing the bone back into its proper position - a job a little harder than it has to be with all the curatives already at work, but it's what has to be done and Izunia does it as efficiently as he can, all business. And then a second realignment, when the first isn't quite right, and then he uses his own arm as a brace while cracking the bottle of a curative right over the break with the other.

It's not until that that he flinches.]


Alright. That should at least bear weight until you're properly in medical, but if you think I'm letting you walk there on your own you're out of your godsdamn mind.
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[personal profile] founderinglight 2018-11-19 06:10 am (UTC)(link)
It's alright. I've got you.

[There can be little to no doubt that the Founder King was a parent in his own time, with how automatically he shifts into the comforting tone. He straightens up and offers Nyx a hand to squeeze - he's less fragile than the chair, he can deal with it - until the man is ready to move.]

It's not that far to our medbay - inside and a bit of an elevator trip. But I should warn you that most of our medical staff isn't human here, so... Don't panic and please don't stab anyone.

[He likes his primary doctor and his FWB unstabbed, please, Nyx, do him this.]
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[personal profile] founderinglight 2018-11-19 07:51 am (UTC)(link)
[Izunia will let him push, but it's with the sort of hovering that clearly says 'I expect you to need help not falling on your face at any moment.' He only pauses to quite literally kick the damaged chair into his Armiger once Nyx is out of it, and grab his kitty's leash.]

Mmm - it's late enough in the morning that Jet's probably already gone to bed, so it'll be Strange on duty - they're an android, more human-looking than Niflheim's damn magitek at least. Jetshard's the other main person on medical staff, and she's a troll - tall grey-skinned alien with horns, very good friend of mine.

[It's apparently his turn to just straight up babble as they make their way to the doors and inside.]
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[personal profile] founderinglight 2018-11-19 08:18 am (UTC)(link)
Not Niflheim's magitek, I'm extremely certain.

[He'll hold the door and even bow, because when have the Lucis Caelums not been incredibly extra motherfuckers?]

On account of the fact that they're native to this world, where Niflheim doesn't even exist. Welcome to Keystone Station, home to any number of the multiverse's lost socks, keys, and people.

[It's thankfully quiet through the halls this morning as Izunia steps by to lead the way to the elevator. No one else around at this hour, at least at the moment.]

If you'd absolutely prefer, though, I can drag Jet back out, but her skill with magical healing isn't near as good anyway.

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