...And also these.

[thespaceopera]

[ Calibration Rooms ]
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N - Q Nami Natasha Romanoff Nelkeila Tarid Nux Nyssa al Ghul Octavia Blake One Peggy Carter Phèdre nó Delaunay de Montrève

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V - Z Vash the Stampede Vima Sunrider Vision (The) Wanda Maximoff Wrath Yamanaka Ino

Comments

[limitstorm]

[ music: (track one) | (track two) ]

[ when you step through the door, it's almost as if you haven't gone anywhere at all. the air is still stagnant and the room itself is still dim, save for a light shining from above that shouldn't be there. the riku that you saw previously is gone, however, and the room is much more closed off—it actually looks like a large, expansive library in a mansion, but everything looks like it's covered in dust and grime. maybe it hasn't been kept up with over the years…

it's hard to miss a few silver platforms, though. they're just like the ones the keyblades floated upon—no, they are the same. yet, they're empty… for now, probably.

there is only one desk that has anything on it; there are numerous books on top of each other, dog-eared and bookmarked in several places. scattered documents litter the rest of the desk, along with pens and markers. most pages have handwritten notes—what's notable is that one is smooth and cursive and another is jagged and curt, like the writer was in a hurry. Neither look anything alike. a new sketchbook sits on the very edge of the desk with a new pack of crayons, on top of that being a small white plastic bag with filled with snacks and three bars of ice cream in white wrappers.

in a comfy armchair with linens and a pillow lies riku. he looks a little older and thinner than in the previous room. decked out in black leather, he lies on his back with a blindfold knotted behind his head. His face looks flushed and feverish, and his black coat is open to expose a black tank top underneath. Nearby there's a thermometer along with varying medicines, an empty bowl of soup, and a few feverish scribbles. he doesn't seem to be fully conscious here either, though at least it doesn't look like anything can come to haunt you. ]

[notkittenaround]

[ A problem well-suited for a Scholar; both books and the ailing. She prioritizes as natural as any battlefield medic, stalking over to the ill to test his temperature - with the back of her hand to his forehead, not that strange mechanical contraption. ]

Can you hear me?

[limitstorm]

[ riku gives a quiet groan, shutting his eyes and turning away from her hand. ]

C-cold. [ he whispers. he's burning up--it's a pretty high temperature. ]

[notkittenaround]

[ She frowns, and attempts another cure while also attempting to peel away that black leather. Such black and thick clothing is not very conductive to a sick bed. ]

[limitstorm]

[ the more she pulls at his black coat, the more welts and cuts are visible--some are still wet and bleeding, some are just starting to close up with the thanks of her cure. ]

Who's-- [ his voice is weak, and he reaches one hand up to pull her hand away from his coat. ]

[notkittenaround]

It is I, Marhi Ohsi.

[ A problem. She does not allow him to pull her hand away easily, gripping the coat tight. ]

I wish to treat your wounds.

[limitstorm]

[ he frowns, pausing. ]

Why?

[notkittenaround]

Because I wish to. It is my job, and I need no other reason besides.

[limitstorm]

[ he still hesitates, at least for one more moment before he just sighs heavily and leans back. ]

Fine.

[notkittenaround]

I will strip you of this coat - It prevents me from seeing much of your wounds.

[ And true to her blunt warning, she immediately attempts to peel it off him; propping his back up carefully to get it. ] ]

[limitstorm]

[ yeah, he's turning red, and trying to help--even if it's not all the way there. ]

Ugh. This is so em--embarrassing...

[notkittenaround]

[ Now to shred the linens surrounding them into strips, so that she can bandage his wounds up. ]

Yet it shall be less trying than any wound infected. Who did this?