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Who: Everyone messed up by the dragon plot, and visitors
Broadcast: N/A
Action: Blue Fish's clinic!
When: All throughout the Solrius dragon plot and through the space flight to the next destination.

[So several RPG characters, a dragon, and two messianic figures walk into a planet.

Everything is suffering and tears, there's a lot of dead people, there's no punchline. But, hey, for the survivors, the Blue Fish's clinic is treating wounds and generally being a decent place to rest and recover and pray you don't see a dragon again. And for those who weren't involved, there's enough people bedridden here that there may just be someone you want to visit.]

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Did he give you trouble too? [He sighs.] I'm sorry. I wish I were more surprised.

[Her sigh echoes his and she frowns, debating for a moment whether or not to tell him what happened. When she does decide to speak, her voice is quiet, but hard. She balls her hands into fists.]

When Winter's augment malfunctioned and all those people were hurt... Sascha was on the Iskaulit, drinking the spilled blood even as people still lay there injured, even as I was trying to tend to them.

[Though it admittedly still makes her uncomfortable, it is one thing for Ramse to have offered his blood to Sascha. It is entirely another when Wrath was unable to give any consent to that.]

[His stomach sinks even further. So when he encountered Sascha, that wasn't the first time that guy was trying to "dumpster dive"...]

I saw him there too. [Stefan's voice grows quiet,] It was Ramadan, you know, and I was fasting that whole day. But that bastard just kept waving it in my face, like he was - like he was some entitled brat.

I barely kept my fast, Y'Allah forgive me, but he shouldn't have - he's older than me. He should've known better.

Edited 2016-10-25 23:27 (UTC)

He came back!? [Beverly slams her fist on her desk as she stands up, furious.] And to think I almost let her guilt trip me-

[But she looks down at Stefan and her expression softens.]

I'm so sorry. I can't even begin to imagine what that must have been like.

[Well, now he just feels like a kid tattling on his classmate. Stefan raises his eyebrows in silent judgment.]

It's okay. I can't say I ever want to see him again, but... [He swallows.] This won't be the first or last time I'll have to stand my ground.

[Judge away, Stefan. She's not in the least embarrassed about her reaction.]

No, I suppose not. Still... You don't have to worry about him here at least. He is not allowed anywhere near our lab.

[Stefan lets out a sigh of relief.]

Praise be to Allah. If he likes blood that much, he can figure that out with someone more willing. Or, you know, actually swallow those pills.

[She snorts, skeptical.] I doubt he will do the latter. But if someone is willing to donate... That's their decision. But I don't want to deal with him.

Me either. If he were actually a vampire, it'd be one thing, but Sam said he was a "Sheol."

[Stefan's relief only grows more visible.]

Which, thankfully, means that he's outta my jurisdiction.

[Beverly's eyebrows go up.]

Are you telling me he doesn't even have to have blood? Or is that something Sheols need too?

He needs more than blood. [Stefan grimaces. If anyone else were asking, he'd sugarcoat this, but his aunt's seen Worse in the ER:] If Sascha got the chance, he'd probably eat us whole.

Edited (omg i'm so sorry, dialogue nitpicking) 2016-11-01 05:33 (UTC)

[Her eyes widen.]

The attack then, when I was gone.... was that -

Uh-huh. Sascha lost his memories, I think? Whatever happened, it was enough to bite Sam and Nami.

[Nami might've forgiven him since, but Stefan sure hasn't forgotten.]

[She sucks in a sharp breath.]

And who is to say Atroma won't take advantage of that again?

[Hesitation sets in. As much as he dislikes the resident idiot, he's not exactly a paragon of virtue.]

No one, but... I can be just as dangerous, and - [he falters] and Allen and Sorey and a whole bunch of people know.

Edited 2016-11-04 03:16 (UTC)

[Gently:] That's why I'm not blaming him for that particular incident. He can't control the augment any more than the rest of us can. I just... didn't know that's what had happened. Kara and I didn't exactly have the most rational discussion about it.

I don't think I know her. Let me guess, though: she thinks Sascha can't help what he is? And that we need to be more accommodating towards him?

More or less. And that I "of all people" should understand.

[Well, that earns her a confused look.]

How about no? I'm a vampire, and I still don't think this is normal behavior.

Because it's not about his physiology or yours. It's the fact that he's an extremely selfish person who expects people to roll over for him because he makes sad eyes at them.

[She huffs.]

I'm sorry. This is not what you came to talk about.

No, but you've been clearly keeping this bottled up.

[He laughs, despite himself. This is a side of his aunt he wouldn't mind seeing over and over again.]

I don't mind. Promise, it makes me feel better about my self-control.

[Hands on her hips.]

And what is so funny, might I ask?

[Though is that a slight quirk of the corner of her mouth? Must just be your imagination.]

Nothing. [He raises both eyebrows, but his smile betrays whatever "too cool for school" vibe he was aiming for.] I'm just glad you're in my corner.

Well of course I am. [She rests a hand on his shoulder.] And I'm glad you're in mine.

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