somakemelaugh (
somakemelaugh) wrote in
driftfleet2019-05-06 06:36 pm
Entry tags:
losing it hurt the first time
Who: Undertaker and WHOEVER!
Broadcast: Video
Action: On the Goldstone, in the lab where Undertaker works
When: Naow
The loss of 20/20 vision had been a crippling thing when his life ended all that time ago and Undertaker found himself thrown to the mercies of the afterlife and what awaited him upon his suicide. No one needed to explain it to him then, but it was a form of control enacted by the gods, designed to keep everyone who followed those same footsteps in check. By degrading vision, something people relied on heavily, and giving them a singular means to correct it, the higher ups were assured that those under their employ would follow the rules.
Only they hadn't counted on Undertaker and what he did to bend those rules. Those first few weeks after his escape had been painful, to say the least. First with the injuries that led to his many scars, then to the headaches as he taught himself painstakingly to live without spectacles. Oh, it hadn't been easy, but it had all been necessary.
Now, it was necessary again, and all in the opposite direction. He was well aware of what he had been missing, forcing himself to cope with only half of the sight he should have had, and what he paid for in the wonders around him, he gained independence. Getting it all back, having his sight not only corrected, but improved, now that one hurt. He had tried to tolerate it, tried to fight through it. But it's quite clear to anyone who comes across him or views the footage that he's having a time of it.
Every few moments, he has to stop what he's doing and cover his eyes. This happens several times before he stops completely and feels his way to a seat in the lab and just sits there, face in both hands, and groans aloud where he thinks no one can hear him.
Poor him. If only he knew...
Broadcast: Video
Action: On the Goldstone, in the lab where Undertaker works
When: Naow
The loss of 20/20 vision had been a crippling thing when his life ended all that time ago and Undertaker found himself thrown to the mercies of the afterlife and what awaited him upon his suicide. No one needed to explain it to him then, but it was a form of control enacted by the gods, designed to keep everyone who followed those same footsteps in check. By degrading vision, something people relied on heavily, and giving them a singular means to correct it, the higher ups were assured that those under their employ would follow the rules.
Only they hadn't counted on Undertaker and what he did to bend those rules. Those first few weeks after his escape had been painful, to say the least. First with the injuries that led to his many scars, then to the headaches as he taught himself painstakingly to live without spectacles. Oh, it hadn't been easy, but it had all been necessary.
Now, it was necessary again, and all in the opposite direction. He was well aware of what he had been missing, forcing himself to cope with only half of the sight he should have had, and what he paid for in the wonders around him, he gained independence. Getting it all back, having his sight not only corrected, but improved, now that one hurt. He had tried to tolerate it, tried to fight through it. But it's quite clear to anyone who comes across him or views the footage that he's having a time of it.
Every few moments, he has to stop what he's doing and cover his eyes. This happens several times before he stops completely and feels his way to a seat in the lab and just sits there, face in both hands, and groans aloud where he thinks no one can hear him.
Poor him. If only he knew...

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He knows its his eyes, at least. He'd gotten headaches when he'd first made his contract with Sebastian and had to adjust to using one eye.]
Maybe a cool cloth over your eyes? You can lay down a bit, I'll sit here and let you know if anyone comes in.
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Give it a little more time. I need to be here, but I do appreciate your assistance, milord... Was there something you needed?
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You could lay down in here, I'm sure. [But he won't push. Undertaker, he trusts, knows his limits and whether or not he can handle this.] I wanted to tell you-
The kitchen got an upgrade. More ingredients, and my augment has new information for pastries and such.
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Oh? Well, congratulations are in order. I'll have to stop by and see for myself, once I've adjusted to these new eyes of mine.
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[Stubborn old reaper- but he supposes he can't blame him. How long ago had Undertaker left the other reapers? How long had he gone without his glasses? It's a little strange to think of Undertaker seeing clearly but he won't say he isn't happy.]
You probably should rest then. The kitchen and everything else will still be here when you feel better.
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I am resting, I am. There's no one here, but I need to be here.
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You could lay on one of the beds. I'll stay and tell you if anyone comes in. I'm not needed in the kitchen right now anyway, I have time.
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Milord, you tempt me too harshly. [It is horrible, it really is, to be tempted by such things. Especially when he tries to look out again, testing himself, and finds it no better.]
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It won't hurt anything. And I won't let you miss anything or anyone. Promise.
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Just like milord to be cruel about it.
[But he does finally give in and rises from the chair to go stretch himself out over the examination table.] I'm not going to sleep though. Don't even think about it.
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Oh no, I wouldn't. [He already has, if the grin is anything to go by.] I'll be right here, nothing it going without being looked after. Not even you.
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You're too kind, milord.
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I'm not sure about that. I just care about you, is all.
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See? Just as I said. Too kind. [Caring about him. Really.]
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This will help. I don't know what it's like for you exactly, but I know I had a few headaches when I was adjusting to using one eye.
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Thank you, my lord. Can't say this is like that, but I do know it hurts. It'll be done soon, don't you worry.
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I just know that helped me a little. So a little extra relief couldn't hurt, right?
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I'll take it where I can get it now. It isn't going to last forever, but it will bugger me while it can.
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I know but while it does, you can count on me to help you. So you can take it easy a while.
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It's strange, being the one cared for. I can't say I recall anything like it since I killed myself. [Maybe it's just the pain or that he's starting to feel a little relief from it, but he's feeling a little vulnerable, a little more willing to talk.]
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Everyone needs someone to care for them. You have me now. Just like I have you.
And everyone in the fleet so far seems decent. If we ever both need help, I'm sure someone will.
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Is that so? You know, I stop to think about it every time I see you, but I don't think I've mentioned enough just how much you've changed, milord. Wasn't it a year ago? Two? We were, one of us at least, completely different people.
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[He opens his mouth to deny it but stops with barely a breath coming out. And closes his mouth as he thinks back. He'd been so suspicious of Undertaker at first. But that felt like a lifetime ago.] Almost two years, I think?
[His cheeks turn a little red.] I guess I have. A bit.
[More than a bit.]
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Give yourself more credit than that. If anyone who knew us then could see you now, it would be like day and night.
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I suppose it would be, wouldn’t it? Sebastian would be so cross, seeing how you’ve spoiled his meal. [There’s a soft laugh.] Tanaka might have a heart attack, seeing how easily I smile now.
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