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epidemiology2016-02-06 12:16 pm
defenceless) wrote in epidemiology2016-02-06 12:16 pm
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CHARACTERS: Rick (ricksybusiness) and Magic!Summer (defenceless)
DATE: February 3rd-ish, or a few days after?
WARNINGS: Language and drinking, probably, but at least Rin will only be guilty of the first.
SUMMARY: Rin almost died but it's okay because the bedazzler has a laser setting!
[rin does not look good.
in fact, she looks worse than "not good". she looks like she fell off a roof, and somehow survived. she looks like she took a big sip from a poison cocktail. any visible wounds aren't present, of course, but it's easy to see the poor girl is exhausted. heavy bags hang underneath her eyes and her complexion is a little too pale to be entirely healthy.
she sits up in bed in an elegant silk nightgown, staring ahead at nothing in particular. the order of the last few days has been extended rest, and though it's frustrating, she's sick enough to know it isn't wise to do anything but rest. ah, the hassles of being magical.
at least archer is always around to allow and direct visitors, and she's informed him she's fine with receiving guests now that she's conscious. her bedroom in their quarters at the voclain is littered with concerning scientific gear and rocks, gems, other weird supplies both natural and of questionable origin, but she doesn't seem to care.]
ricksybusiness) and Magic!Summer (defenceless)DATE: February 3rd-ish, or a few days after?
WARNINGS: Language and drinking, probably, but at least Rin will only be guilty of the first.
SUMMARY: Rin almost died but it's okay because the bedazzler has a laser setting!
[rin does not look good.
in fact, she looks worse than "not good". she looks like she fell off a roof, and somehow survived. she looks like she took a big sip from a poison cocktail. any visible wounds aren't present, of course, but it's easy to see the poor girl is exhausted. heavy bags hang underneath her eyes and her complexion is a little too pale to be entirely healthy.
she sits up in bed in an elegant silk nightgown, staring ahead at nothing in particular. the order of the last few days has been extended rest, and though it's frustrating, she's sick enough to know it isn't wise to do anything but rest. ah, the hassles of being magical.
at least archer is always around to allow and direct visitors, and she's informed him she's fine with receiving guests now that she's conscious. her bedroom in their quarters at the voclain is littered with concerning scientific gear and rocks, gems, other weird supplies both natural and of questionable origin, but she doesn't seem to care.]
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So when he comes to visit her, he's lugging along various materials in a satchel: syringes, test tubes, vials of mysterious liquids, etc.
He stops in the door when he notices how cluttered everything is, and how she's just sitting there in bed. He takes a second, squinting, then drops his satchel on the floor and starts to come closer. No experiments today.]
You look like shit.
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having expected him to show up here with the sound of archer welcoming him in from outside, rin raises her head and narrows her tired eyes at him, brow furrowed. she's definitely scowling.]
Excuse me. I look like what? You better not be saying things that you'll live to regret, old man.
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Not wanting to get in her personal space, Rick kind of hovers around the edges of Rin's bed, poking at tchotchkes and inspecting her personal items. Which somehow does not count as invading her personal space, I guess. Is that a Bedazzler? He picks it up absently, twirling it in his hand.]
O-okay, do you want a mirror? You look like you got run over. The hell happened to you? [N-not that he's concerned or anything!]
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... I got in a fight.
[it sounds a lot like something a stupid teenage boy would pathetically admit, not prim and proper rin tohsaka. embarrassing as it is to tell him, he's asking and she knows rick is drunk 24/7, so she can't be too ashamed of her appearance compared to him.]
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Instead, Rick just sets down the bag of something-or-other he'd been handling, and fiddles a little with the Bedazzler, looking it over instead of watching Rin.]
Did you win?
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oddly enough, she doesn't notice that this isn't usual for her.
she continues watching him after he turns his attention to the bedazzler.]
What does it look like? [ah, that's probably a bad question. so:] I survived. So I prefer not to think of it as a loss, if that makes sense.
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Survival isn't winning, it's just extended losing. I-i-if you can't reliably kick ass with your dumb sparkly shit, you need to have a contingency in place. A backup.
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but she doesn't actually have much love for the bedazzler. oops.]
My magic... isn't always sparkly!
[yeah, she catches that reference. rin sits straighter in bed, body rigid, as she draws her arms up in determined fists.]
Forget that. Who are you to talk to me about contingency plans? I have those! I've learned...
[huh. rin glances down at her weakened arms and legs, almost defeated.]
... self-defense. A form of martial arts.
[which is objectively useless if the rest of her body is weak or compromised.]
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Rick continues tinkering with the Bedazzler, maybe punctuated with some ratcheting noises now and then. What is he doing? He's very mysterious. He does, however, make a derisive sound about Rin's supposed martial arts training, because yeah. Lot of good that'll do you if you get jacked up.]
I guess that really worked out for you this time, huh? You can't rely on your sparklers [yes, it's sparkly, deal with it] all the time.
Here.
[He stands up, waving the Bedazzler gun around.]
Contingency plan.
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she raises her head again, once the bedazzler is spinning around—probably worried it will bash her.]
What are you showing me?
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[There's now a switch on the side, which clicks audibly when he changes the setting illustratively.]
Three settings. Freeze. Kill. And -- [He tunes it to the last setting and points the gun at the middle of his chest, pressing the barrel perhaps alarmingly right where his heart is. Then he squeezes the trigger.
Instead of Rick up and killing himself in Rin's room, he pulls the Bedazzler away to reveal a little rhinestone attached to his shirt.]
"Bedazzle."
[He waves in a lackluster, mocking jazz hand.]
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only to find there was nothing, really, to be afraid of.]
Y-You...
[she's amazed by everything. the somehow magically reconfigured bedazzler. the multiple settings. how it can still spit out those stupid gems.]
You made my bedazzler a gun?!
[rin sounds a mix of frightened and impressed.]
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I can do lots of stuff. All that matters is having the right parts.
[Rick Sanchez, lazy, drunk old man, is unfathomably dangerous when he puts his mind to it.
He stops twirling the gun and leans over to hand it to Rin.]
Don't mess up the settings. There's no coming back from a laser to the face.
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I don't see how much there is to mess up. [she may just be confused! she's coming to terms with so much.] I click the switch to the correct setting I want and it should do whatever it is I want it to do without failing, or accidentally doing something else—right?
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Yeah. "Correct setting" being the key word. [He mimes shooting himself in the temple, making a little explosion noise with his mouth.] Accidentally lasering somebody to death when you're just trying to freeze them is, uh, not ideal.
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clutching the gun in her frail hands, rin runs her fingers along the barrel of her same old plastic bedazzler that she now knows is far more dangerous.]
You know, I could literally "freeze" them, in a block of ice...
2/2 i lied
If I was in tip-top shape with my magic. This is a good option when I can't use it.
[when she's no longer the magus she should be.]
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Like I said. You can't rely on your sparklers all the time. [Tools collected, he stands up, heading toward the door.] Get better at thinking on your feet or you're dead. L-lemme know when you're up for more bloodwork.
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[she's aware it's not a good way to see her. normally, she would have so many walls up most people couldn't pick up even a glimpse of weakness on her. her sickness may have just as much to do with it as the sting of her failure, but when rin asks for his attention, she does it proudly. resolutely.
adults aren't going to baby her. she will never be beaten.]
Don't leave just yet, I have something else to say to you.
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What.
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once she has his attention, she doesn't waste his time. rin bows her head in gratitude before lifting her chin, her shoulders squared as though she's a queen knighting him for the elegance she shows.]
Thank you for doing something nice for me, Rick. You didn't have to. I'll remember it. I owe you one. —And it is nice. I won't let you argue that.
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Yeah, well... whatever. Just remember, you said it -- you owe me.
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Yes. I also owe you something nice, I suppose. You'll have to look forward to it.
[although she can't really help it if her voice sounds more than a little proud, right? her mood is improving already. a beat, and—]
Don't worry, I won't ruin your reputation. I won't spread the word that you're thoughtful. You can leave, now.
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Yeah, yeah. Later.
[He's glad this uncomfortable part of the conversation is over, anyway, and gladly continues on his way out.]