Entry tags:
- alice baskerville (black): holly,
- ange ushiromiya: jelle,
- darth maul: shade,
- izuku "deku" midoriya: tea,
- jin guangyao: ray,
- jinx: bekka,
- johnny lawrence: josh,
- keith: sailor g,
- lance: charley,
- luna lovegood: cheryl,
- michael: lu,
- peter graham: jhey,
- sharon da silva: lunare,
- tenya iida: ashley,
- tory nichols: lex,
- uchiha sasuke: simcha,
- vi: aeri
video | un: sharpshooter (forward-dated a few days) [CW: NSFW?]
[The video opens to Lance with cat ears (again), a tail swishes behind him. There's the sound of painful squelching as Keith off screen goes through some more gruesome transforming and he winces, looking over at him. It seems to have been mild this time at least, and Lance goes for the rambling jokes because that's how you deal with someone you care about going through that, right?]
Okay, soooo who here's never done the horizontal tango? Made the beast with two backs, knocked some boots, jumped some bones- [there is the sound of shifting of bone and he hums, rethinking] Forget that last one, but by now if you don't know what I mean, here's a few more for you: a little afternoon delight-
[Keith groaned a bit, his teeth audibly clenched as he scolded a, "LANCE!" from the background, though that didn't seem to deter the Blue Paladin from continuing.]
-pounded the punani pavement, shook the sheets, the old in-out, shot the meat rocket into the sausage hole, bam-bam in the ham, rolled in the hay, boppin' squiddles, cattle-prodding the oyster ditch with the lap rocket. Fucking hell, made whoopee!
Seriously, I could keep going, but if your answer is 'never done that, what are you even talking about', some guy in Gaze told me your blood cures this whole- [he gestures at himself and then glances off camera at the sound of a grunt from Keith.] mess. Noooot that I wanna cure myself, I can take it, but some people I know need it and aren't gonna ask because their heads are nothing but dumb hair and no brains.
[A bit of an unhinged laugh to himself/some internal conversation as he looks down and to the side. There's a growl from the background, possibly from Keith? (Definitely from Keith.) Then he jerks himself back.] Yeah, anyway, if you fit the bill call me before my idiot b-teammate turns into something that eats my face. I'm too pretty for that.
[There may have been a time when Lance knew virgin blood was blood that hadn't been used in a ritual, but the draugr's fucked with his already recently fucked memory. So enjoy.]
Okay, soooo who here's never done the horizontal tango? Made the beast with two backs, knocked some boots, jumped some bones- [there is the sound of shifting of bone and he hums, rethinking] Forget that last one, but by now if you don't know what I mean, here's a few more for you: a little afternoon delight-
[Keith groaned a bit, his teeth audibly clenched as he scolded a, "LANCE!" from the background, though that didn't seem to deter the Blue Paladin from continuing.]
-pounded the punani pavement, shook the sheets, the old in-out, shot the meat rocket into the sausage hole, bam-bam in the ham, rolled in the hay, boppin' squiddles, cattle-prodding the oyster ditch with the lap rocket. Fucking hell, made whoopee!
Seriously, I could keep going, but if your answer is 'never done that, what are you even talking about', some guy in Gaze told me your blood cures this whole- [he gestures at himself and then glances off camera at the sound of a grunt from Keith.] mess. Noooot that I wanna cure myself, I can take it, but some people I know need it and aren't gonna ask because their heads are nothing but dumb hair and no brains.
[A bit of an unhinged laugh to himself/some internal conversation as he looks down and to the side. There's a growl from the background, possibly from Keith? (Definitely from Keith.) Then he jerks himself back.] Yeah, anyway, if you fit the bill call me before my idiot b-teammate turns into something that eats my face. I'm too pretty for that.
[There may have been a time when Lance knew virgin blood was blood that hadn't been used in a ritual, but the draugr's fucked with his already recently fucked memory. So enjoy.]
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[Lance's voice is slightly muffled, but only because he's got a bloody towel pressed into his nose. But if Shiro turns to the right, there's a cased opening leading into a small living room. The house is narrow, not a lot of big rooms, and Trench style as well. There's an old couch and some tables and chairs that were there when he and Hunk found the place, pretty typical layout.
Keith and Lance are on the floor in front of the couch and when Shiro appears Lance will give him a tired wave from where he's crouched by Keith and trying to get his nose to stop gushing blood.]
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It didn't help that coldbloods were dealing with exhaustion this month anyway, but it wasn't like he could stay asleep. It would have been easier if he could, maybe. Either way, it was obvious that the right wing was still working it's way through the skin of his back and it wasn't going easy.]
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[He makes his way carefully through the house. Even more carefully picking his way over ice. Why... is there so much ice. Shouldn't it have melted? Alternate emotions or something?]
[Heck if he knows, he's not coldblood.]
[The sight of blood, though, as soon as he steps into the room, has him hunkering down, pulling out his supplies. Keith's new shape is - it's a problem. But it isn't a problem he knows how to deal with just yet. A bloody nose though?]
Can't believe I'm saying this, Lance, but - snort some of this. [A small jar of honey, more like a vial, while he goes to figure out how to deal with the mess of limbs that was Keith.]
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Ah-! Shit! Dude, seriously? I dunno if I can snort anything while I'm still gushing blood everywhere. Just take care of Keith's… uh…
[He trails off and just resorts to using his free hand to gesture at Keith's general direction in a circular motion. His everything.]
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[As Shiro looked Keith over, he'd see that the remaining wing was about halfway out. The top part had a claw, almost like a tiny thumb, and then there was another claw towards the wingtip, which was more like the end of a finger. The tip was still under the skin, but the top had come through, leaving the wing about halfway with the equivalent of the elbow tucked in awkwardly just below where it was visibly attached at a new shoulder. It didn't look like a comfortable position for a wing at all, not even counting the part about it pushing through his skin.
A glance at the fully emerged wing would show where the two of them had finally given up on trying to coax the new appendages through naturally, and, near the lower end of the now healing gash from that wing, it was a smoother part, like it had been cut with a knife.]
{OOC: Reference image.}
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[He's distracted though, as he looks over the scene. Another vial, pulled out of his bag, while he goes through for bandages now. For the cut.]
[He doesn't really want to think about how that happened.]
Keith, can you drink this? [His own little vial of magic honey.] For the pain. Might help you relax, zone out while we figure out how to... what to do about the rest.
[He's reluctant to do more than press some bandages to the cut, while Keith's aware and all. It could end up making things worse if they did.]
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So with a heavy sigh, he takes a bit of honey on his pinky finger and first tries just putting it on top of the bridge of his nose. Then he waits a few seconds as he watches Shiro talk to Keith about drinking the honey vial. Then he lowers the hand towel slowly and it seems to have done the trick. He lets out a relieved breath.]
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[Keith wasn't exactly sure how well he could drink something while laying down. Especially something as thick as honey. And, honestly, moving too much to sit up was just going to hurt. He knew it. As long as that wing was still stuck half inside his back, it was going to hurt. He reached over and took the small vial, looking it over.]
What is this from?
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[He glances over at Lance for a second, checking on him too. Keith is the priority, yes, but that's not going to stop him from making sure all of his teammates are getting help. Seeing him lower the towel, Shiro exhales air he didn't know he was holding in.]
[It's getting pretty clear what has to be done. And he really - really hates that idea.]
Julia left it for me, back in Deerington. [And he's never been more grateful to her. Once he found out what it did, it had been a huge help.] It heals, eases pain... long as I keep the original jar, it doesn't run out.
[Plus it's honey, and honey never goes bad.]
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He heaves a breath and comes back over with a clean face, only a little bit of dried blood inside his nose and some bruising, but it's mild. Then he heads over to the knife he used to free Keith's wing where he left it on the ground and picks it up. Maybe it'll be easier with Shiro here and once he gets some honey into Keith.]
We could also help you up, man. [He suggests as a solution to help Keith eat the honey as he tucks the knife inside his coat for now.] It'll suck, but it'll suck less once you have the honey.
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Okay...
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[They could probably smear some on the offending shoulder, too, but, he'd prefer not to do that. It might be overdoing it. And the last thing anyone needs is Keith hallucinating like Peter had, on top of everything else.]
Here. [He offers out the cup, ready to assist if Keith needs help drinking it.]
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[He'll get one side. He's only got one hand here, while he's holding the honey-water. And Lance only has one too with - that. That tool he doesn't really want to think about.]