~♥NINETEEN♥~

[generalflirt]

[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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[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.]

[generalflirt]

[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.]

[generalflirt]

[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.]

[generalflirt]

[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]

[markofthebrave]

[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.]

[generalflirt]

[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.

[generalflirt]

[...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...

[generalflirt]

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]

[markofthebrave]

...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?

[generalflirt]

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?

[generalflirt]

[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.

[markofthebrave]

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.

[generalflirt]

[He does on better - mostly to test the use of his arms and because the hoodie - now with some blood spots on it - feels weird to wear, he instead just rolls it off him entirely. He takes it in hand and tosses it over to the ground next to him. That leaves him with the tanktop under the hoodie, which he also takes off to show off his muscles because he felt like it.

...It stirs a memory though, one unbidden and he's not even sure- of course it was false, but it's secondhand. Mostly faded. He frowns. Which is unusual, given he's now shirtless in a girl's room]

[markofthebrave]

[Really, he'd stand out more among the guys that she knows if he was scrawny. After spending a month nursing Zuko back to health, she barely even blinks at the sight of his well-muscled chest. The nicks and scars on it, though - those are a cause for concern. As is the rapidly darkening bruise on his side. She breathes out his name, filled with worry, tinged with disappointment that he'd done this to himself, and bends the water so that it covers both hands before she lays them on his chest gently covering the bruise.]

This won't take too long.

[generalflirt]

[As she works, the lucidity of his thoughts - well, it deepens. Had she done this in the other world, he wondered? Would he have anyone to fight then? He doesn't know - he hadn't thought about it, maybe, or...

He needs to focus on something else, he looks at her. So much skin exposed-]

...You used to have tattoos, didn't you?

[But now he's not sure if that too was false or not]

[markofthebrave]

[Her gaze flicks up to his and she swallows. There's something almost familiar in the way he's looking at her. Hello.

And she wasn't expecting this - the return to her memories of her family-that-wasn't, and her focus momentarily shifts from the here and now to false and pleasant memories, painful now that they're known to be untrue.]

On my shoulder. And around my arm. [She doesn't look away, although some faint instinct warns her that would be best.] My ears were pierced, too.

[generalflirt]

Ah, did you? [He doesn't remember them specifically, but when he summons up the image of how she was dressed for that night... she did, didn't she? He considers this a moment, and then brushes the hair (wow, it's getting longer) which is covering his own ears out of the way. His ears of course pierced - he has a stud earring in both ear - but.]

...I remember thinking both of those were pretty. Or maybe that's just what I think now?

[He doesn't break contact with her. Now he's still... studying? Admiring? Both? her]

[markofthebrave]

[Katara, for her part, still doesn't look away. She's watching him with interest and caution and not a small amount of 'what is this, this feels...']

I liked them. Trafalgar did them...

[Her attention is focused so entirely on him that the memories she's relating seem to become both less painful and less relevant. What is he... what is she... Her lips part ever-so-slightly as she tries to identify what feels so different, but she doesn't shift her gaze or her wide eyes from him just yet.]

I don't remember if you liked them or not.

[In the 'back then' that hadn't actually happened, and she hadn't given that much thought that week - her tattoos had just been a part of her, and a part she had missed when they disappeared.]