~♥NINETEEN♥~

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[Voice / Action]

[This morning Mikado is gone.

More pressingly, his computer and most of the things in his room are gone too. Masaomi stares at it for a long while through the hole in the wall (covered by a sheet) dividing their two rooms when he went to check on Mikado today. As it stands... well. Well. There's a few possible conclusions, and they all fly into his head: kidnapped, kidnapped by someone else? Seduced-? all of them leave a foul taste in his mouth. Thus, eventually, he flips open the journal. His tone is flat, with an unhidden hint of threat in it-]

Have any of you seen Mikado Ryuugamine?

[... But he's too antsy to focus on just that. Instead, he's going to hit up all the likely hang outs- he's going to hit up all of the friends of Mikado's he knows the house/apart numbers of. Archie Kennedy, Anne, Shuri, Selphie. For good measure, he then will go to people he wonders might be useful - the clinic to see if he can't find Law-san or someone else there and then around to look for Shikamaru, even though he doesn't know where he lives. By the end of the day, he's just going to be looking in the windows of all the houses he can, and then going to the apartment doors of everyone he can and knocking on their door... progressively feeling more and more like hitting someone or something.

SO UH. Run unto him wherever ! He's feeling insane]

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[That stirs her from sleep and she levers herself up on her elbow and glances around. The fountain Winry had made her for her birthday is the source of water in her room at the foot of her bed and it flows happily in the silence between knocks. She doesn't immediately turn on the light, scanning her room, first the door and then around the room to the window where she sees a silhouette.

Knocking isn't exactly threatening behavior, though it is a bit odd, and Katara makes sure that she is very aware of her position relative to the water at her bed as she throws back the covers and walks over to the window. She doesn't think anything of her relative state of undress as she sleeps as well as swims in her bindings. And she calls out as she approaches the window-]

Hello?

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[THIS FACE is in the window. He doesn't think or comment on her state of undress. He might in a bit, but for now... he's really in far too foul of mood and with minor injuries to care that much]

Eveniiiing~

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Masaomi?

[a;lsdkjf happened to you, boy?

Katara slides her window opened.]

What are you doing here like this? What happened to you?

[Oh, incoming lecture in 3...2...]

[generalflirt]

A fight.

[Simply. Or well... more than one fight. He's a thug, you know?]

[markofthebrave]

[No, she's not used to receiving gentleman callers in the dead of night and all of her friends are Nice Boys and not at all dangerous hooligans. So, no, she doesn't know.]

A fight? [And her voice rises to clearly 'this is not a sleeping tone'] With who? What happened?

[generalflirt]

Ah, this and that... a few things. I went to the Dome for one.

[Still evenly... but still dully too]

[markofthebrave]

[She is so unamused with you, boy. 'A few things?' Went to the Dome for one?

She steps back and opens up the window completely.]

Get in here and let me take a look.

[She turns her back to go and switch on a light.]

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[Tell the injured to climb through a window.

...But he still does it with no complaints. He keeps the blase look until he'd actually in the room, and then forces a coy smile on his face]

[markofthebrave]

[Yes, yes she does. He walked here, so he's obviously not too badly off, or else he'd have gone to the clinic. Obviously. And if it hurts a little, he deserves it for being an idiot.

She flicks the light on and turns around before noticing that smile - ugh, trouble - and belatedly realizes she's just in her bindings. Her refusal to blush is aided by her tiredness, annoyance, and concern.]

You can have a seat at the chair by my vanity.

[And she crosses over from the light switch on the wall to her wardrobe, pulling out the loose overcoat for one of her tunics from home to continue to keep this as casual as possible while making it so that she's not healing him in just her bindings.

First thing tomorrow she is going out and getting herself a bathrobe.]

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[He nods, and takes the seat there. His hits his stride now though - despite aching a bit, he laughs here (though stops quickly, because something in his sides hurts when he does that) and starts speaking casually - teasing]

My, my. You're quite used to a man in your room?

[markofthebrave]

[She feels a headache begin to form, on top of her interrupted sleep, tiredness, and concern. But if he's teasing her, he's not being creepy by her window, so she's not going to tell him to knock it off just yet.]

Of course. [A pause as she walks back over to the fountain at the foot of her bed and streams just enough to coat her hands] Sokka comes in here to bug me all the time.

[That's right. She just compared your presence in her room to her brother's.]

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[He sighs out loud here, shaking his head]

That's too cold, Katara...

[He makes no other point of resistance or... anything, really. He came here because he has a trust for her, and she owes the reward of him showing up. She wouldn't hurt him, and he's not sure if it's the experiment talking or not, but he can believe that far more than he can with most other people]

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[And once her hands are properly coated, she turns back to him.]

I am from the South Pole.

[Walking over, she crouches lightly by his side.]

Let's see how bad it is. This might tingle a bit.

[And she lightly places her hands on his chest to see where things are cluttered up indicating injury in his chi. It's a cool feeling, refreshing like stepping into shade on a hot day - a calming, peaceful feeling with a quiet underscore of power, of life.]

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[It's just a lot of bruises and superficial cuts for the most part - the only fully bad ones is one on his side and one on his right shoulder. His hoodie isn't even that damaged bar some rips here and there. A few small bloodstains. He might need to replace this one. Maybe.

As is, he just sighs as she does it- it does tingle. He's not sure if it's... good or bad. It's weird]

[markofthebrave]

Hmm. [OK, she leans back and looks up at him.] It's not so bad. You've got a bad bruise and it looks like you dislocated your shoulder. I'd ask if you could take off your shirt, but it would probably be a bad idea to move your shoulder like that.

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[...Oh, right, serious. He experimentally moves the arm which is dislocated deliberately. Now that she tells him, he does hurt a little. He wonders, briefly, why he didn't realize that before now. It hasn't been working quite right since he took that blow, but]

[markofthebrave]

Don't try to move it! [Ugh. Boys! She says 'it would probably be a bad idea to move it' and then what does he do? Honestly.]

I guess we should fix your shoulder first. That can't be good for its tendons...

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Yeah, probably.

[It's weird. ...He's experienced it before though. He just shifts his position a bit, uncomfortable with being immobile and still edgey]

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...okay, this will be just like me setting my broken rib, remember?

[Except she leaves one hand coated with water, placing it on his arm so she can see 'inside' him to know that it's been set exactly right. A trick she learned from someone else's injury.]

I have to pop it back in, but it will only hurt for a second. [And she braces her other hand in the proper position, as she'd moved alongside him.] Ready?

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I've had dislocated shoulders before, Katara. Don't worry.

[He says this blandly. He just waits for it - it won't even hurt that much, not while he's in this emotional state. He lets her do her thing with minimal resistance]

[markofthebrave]

Right. [Of course, he would have. That doesn't stop her from frowning and she shoves his shoulder back into its socket without so much as a countdown. Her hands remain on his shoulder, however, as she uses a mix of Nala and her bending to heal the strain and ease the pain. It doesn't take long.

And then she moves in front of him again.]

Are you going to tell me what happened?

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[There's only the slightest hint of a wince when the arm comes back into socket. He glances at hit, briefly, and then back at her. He has no real intention of doing so, but...]

I spent all day looking for Mikado until it was late - then I went to the Dome.

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But you're hurt... [Even she knows the Dome operates with safety features. And she hates that place.]

...did you turn off the safety? Or is this [She bends down, presses a cautious hand to his side] from something else?

[Please don't tell her that she needs to go out and find someone else to patch them up.]

[generalflirt]

Ah, I guess I did. [There may or may not have been other fights, but he did indeed turn off the safety, that much is true. It didn't feel... right. Without him taking blows too]

[markofthebrave]

[No, she is not happy. She fixed the really dangerous part. If he's going to be like this, maybe she should just leave the wound to serve him right and remind him...

...but if he's trying to punish himself, he's already hurting enough. Katara steps to the side and crouches down.]

...roll up your shirt.