WE'RE ALL SICK HERE [OPEN]

[grawlixes]

Who: Kainé and you
Where: Various locations.
When: During the whole event.
Rating PG13+ because Kainé has no filter. ... Actually, maybe M for that.
What: A girl walks into a fighting ring and passes the hack out, gets her ass dragged who knows where because she is sick and refuses to relax.

first week) [ getting sick so quickly sounds fake. there's no way someone like kainé can get sick, or so she believes because she is a healthy young woman who has eaten decently. sort of. there's a small cough here and there, but she's certain it's just before this place sucks. it's dying after all! or it looks like it is.

she sniffles a little, but besides that, she's acting as if she isn't getting sick at all. instead, all of her focus is on the temple that she has now found herself in. the area of the temple at least. ]

Does anyone take care of this place? Everything looks ... far from alive.

second week.) [ if you go to the fighting ring, it totally doesn't look like there's a woman ready to pass out. her body is grossly covered in sweat, which can be from her fighting in such an aggressive manner or because she has gotten sicker and hasn't bothered to actually sit her ass down since the start of it.

staggering for a moment, she presses her hand against her forehead with her free hand (her other one is holding a single sword) and groans out loudly. What a fucking pain in my ass. Stupid... shit... [ her attention perks up in a second though and kainé's body stiffens, seeing movement from the corner of her eye that makes her heart stop for a moment and -- throws her sword at whoever is approaching her, not realizing that it's a person and not a creature from her past. sorry. ]

third week.) [ now she isn't dying so much, kainé is actually seen in the kitchen area. she's actually in a place that has other people in it and she isn't staying away from them all. after she has taken a mouthful of her food, she presses her lips together and frowns.

don't mind her as she turns to face you, shoving her bowl directly in your eye of sight. ] Taste this for me.

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[fairysong]

[Maybe it's just that she's sick and a little dizzy. Maybe it's that this other girl is quick, way quicker than Sheryl'd anticipated. Before she knows it, there are fingers around her neck-- strong ones, with a painful grasp that almost completely cuts off her air supply.

There's an immediate, instinctive reaction of visceral fear as she's attacked like this, her eyes widening sharply as she reaches up to try and pry Kaine's hand off her throat to no avail.

But on another level, there's probably less fear in her eyes than there might have otherwise been.

And she bites out, her voice choked but still defiant--] You think... this makes you look... less crazy...?!

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[ there's that strange feeling in the pit of her stomach as if someone is urging her on -- tyrann might be gone, but his thoughts and way of thinking is stuck with her. it's the reason she can be so ruthless. ]

Shut up! You're the asshole who is all 'oh, poor me, you're a pyscho'. I mean, if you just call someone one, don't you expect them to be all 'Oh, thank you sooooo much lady, let me kiss your feet for calling me such a lovely name!' [ Kainé spits at her feet. ]

You people are the worst.

[petrifying]

_{[Ah, he can hear yelling. Even if his ears weren't tuned into the sound of Kainé's voice it'd be hard to tune out the string of insults he can hear being hurled at someone. Small feet are quick to hurry over to the scene (he hadn't been far from her in the first place, after all) only to respond with a gasp as he sees her with another girl's throat in her grasp.]}

Kainé put her down! Please!

[fairysong]

[Okay. Having accepted her death at one point in the past is one thing, but Sheryl's not completely made of iron; having this aggressive, terrifying woman in her face is now starting to rattle her more than a little.

She can barely get any air at this point-- certainly, little more than to croak out:] You threw-- a sword at--

[And then she can't get any more air. Which is why it's kind of a relief to have someone come in and start yelling at them? Maybe?]

[grawlixes]

[ here's the gate crasher!

actually, emil is one of the only things to catch her attention right now and she looks over at him. all kainé can do is sigh and loosen her grip around sheryl's neck and keeps her hand wide open as she takes a couple of steps back. ]

Damn it, Emil! I wasn't going to do shit. [ just scare it out of her. ]

[petrifying]

She couldn't breathe...

<sub>[Is he scolding? Just a little. Moving over to where she is he presses a few fingertips against her arm as if to soothe her. Regardless of whether or not she would ever admit it, Emil has a calming presence on most people he meets and intuitively knows it.

Casting his gaze toward the other girl after a moment but keeping his distance decidedly close to Kainé, he finally addresses her.]</sub>

...Are you all right?

[fairysong]

[Sheryl once more falls back on her ass, reaching up to her throat as she gasps for air-- as she can gasp for air. Boy, is it sweet to be able to breathe properly. That's probably going to leave a mark on her neck, though.

She'll probably thank Emil later, but right now, there's very much an adrenaline-fueled energy here.] You weren't going to--?! You attacked me!

[Sheryl says, coughing a little, and jabbing an accusing finger at Kaine.] I was minding my own business, and I walked through this door to see what was inside, and she threw a sword at my head!

[grawlixes]

[ taking in a deep breath, kainè slowly lets it out when she feels emil’s touch. seeing as it is just him, it’s hard to want to push away. emil is basically a little brother to her.

until sheryl starts up again and kainè steps forward, glaring at her. ]

you’re the idiot who called someone a psycho! [ she glances at emil, speaking in a low voice. ] i thought i saw hook, the shade, not this dumbass woman.

[petrifying]

_{[Emil can't help but make a face at the mention of the shade but it quickly settles back into something more neutral. His fingers slowly slide down her arm until his little fingers find hers, wrapping around the digits to give them a squeeze. It's a small reassurance and to ground her. He can only imagine how many thoughts are whirring through her head right now.]}

I'm sorry that happened, Miss, but it was a mistake. Kaine didn't mean to - she wouldn't target another person without a good reason to. Everyone makes mistakes.

_{[Lord only knows how many he's made, personally. So, so many mistakes, all of them immortalized in stone-]}

And maybe all of this seems like a bit much, but words can be powerful and cut just as deep as a sword can once they're thrown someone's way.

_{[Metaphors aside, there was power in words, magic even. That was something they had all come to learn. He grips Kaine's hand tighter.]}

So please, no more fighting, okay?

[fairysong]

[Through leaning on the nearby wall, she's able to stand without worrying about her legs giving way underneath her, continuing to rub her throat.]

Seeing something and making a mistake is one thing-- but you could've had the decency to apologize for it! [Of all the things to potentially be injured, her throat-- her voice-- is a frightening one.]

"I'm so sorry, I thought you were someone else, are you all right? I didn't hurt you, did I?" [She says, affecting a tone to make it clear she's trying to voice the other woman.] If you'd just said that in the first place we wouldn't have this problem.

[grawlixes]

... I'd rather choke on spoiled meat then apologize to you.

[ Honestly, if Emil wasn't here and helping her stay grounded, Kainé would be cracking the shit even more. Besides, she isn't going to apologize to someone who decided to scare her (Okay, it wasn't on purpose, but the point still stands in her eyes.)

She glances down at Emil. ]

And don't you apologize for me or else I'll kick your ass. [ She won't really, but, she won't be impressed. ]

[petrifying]

_{[There's a small sigh that slips free of Emil as he just gives Kainé's hand another squeeze, glancing between the two of them.]}

C'mon guys...that's enough, don't you think?

_{[Don't make him go full peacekeeper on both of you.]}

[fairysong]

[Sheryl's gaze flicks down at the young man.] Why are you acting like I'm guilty here? All I've done is nearly get my head sliced off and have the temerity to get upset about that!

[She draws herself up to her full height, which is... still noticeably shorter than Kaine's.] What would you have done if I hadn't ducked on time? "Oh, another dead innocent, this clearly isn't my fault at all, throw the body in the trash"?

Just admit you were in the wrong and I'll be satisfied!

[grawlixes]

Oi! Don't talk to him like that.

[ mama bear kainé is here now. it's a shame to let go of emil's hand, but she still so she can square herself right up against sheryl. ] Who fucking knows. Why don't you go cry to someone else because I'm really fucking sick of your shit. If you want to keep running your mouth, I'll gladly make sure you won't be able to in the future.

[petrifying]

_{[It's not so much that he's acting like Sheryl's guilty - as far as Emil can tell this is just one big misunderstanding that's gotten completely out of control. It makes him feel uncomfortable, as she shifts his weight from one foot to the next.]}

Kainé it's okay...let's just leave, please?

_{[She might've let go of his hand, but that doesn't stop him from trying to gently tug her toward himself.]}

It's not worth it to fight over a misunderstanding like this.

[fairysong]

You're sick of my--?!

[Sheryl looks at Kaine like she's grown a second head.

She looks at Emil.] The only one wanting to fight here is her. I just want an apology for almost getting my head cut off! [She jabs her thumb at herself, looking back at Kaine.] You want to hurt me? Go right ahead. I won't fight back; I'm not a fighter.

But you can damn well bet I'll warn everyone else here about you.

[grawlixes]

[ on one hand, she does want to listen to emil.

on the other hand, she also wants to beat the crap out of sheryl. rubbing her temple, she turns to emil and lets out a heavy sigh, holding out her hand. she might as well listen to him before she gets into trouble. ] We're leaving.

I don't give a flying fuck what you tell people. [ it's nothing new to her. ] Emil, I trust my sword to you.

[ otherwise, she'll probably throw it at sheryl on purpose this time. ]

[petrifying]

_{[He lets out an exhale, thankful that Kainé is willing to listen, although he's not expecting her to offer him her sword. It catches him off guard, small hands reaching for the handle.]}

O-Oh, okay!

_{[The million dollar question now is whether or not he can carry it. He's tiny, after all.]}

[fairysong]

[Sheryl stands there, rubbing her still-sore throat, looking at Kaine and Emil (but mostly Kaine) as though she still can't get over what's just happened.]

...crazy bitch. [She mutters, and then walks away as fast as she reasonably can.]

[grawlixes]

[ it's just as she hears those words that she places the hilt of her sword into emil's hands. ]

... I can't promise she'll live next time.

[ at least emil can have peace of mind that kainé won't do anything further today. ]