Tourist CONFUSION [CLOSED]

[betheman]

Who: 'Hugo', 'Noboru', Yuuya, and NPCS!!! (wow) (and Zecora)
When: October 13th, 2017
Where: Portland area, in the new reality.
What: ANGELS VS VAMPIRES well that's a curbstomp-
Warnings: FIGHTS ARE HAPPENING gon's gettin his rear whooped (he'll liveish)

[Being a ghost was odd. Ghosts by nature had something unfinished about them, but another thing that seemed to come up was wanting things in general. Or just over all focusing on even the smallest slight.

This was what the ghost of Reina's former boyfriend seemed to do, not long after his own death. One would think he would hinge on the angel that failed to spare him and spared her instead. Or perhaps her being alive prevented that. But what he DID focus on as a subject of rage (while unfortunately being quite invisible) was the one draining his body in the morgue.

It was easier, when the body was fresh and untarnished like this, for the mortician to have his vampire friend attach a few tubes to the corpse, and drink up. Bodies had to be drained after all.

Logically that made sense, but 'Jerry' was a little too focused on the treatment of his corpse as a snack.

And he focused-and focused, focused until he could finally make himself visible to his former beloved to tell her just that; to look for the vampire that fed at the hospital he'd died in, and Take Him DOWN.

Reina was happy to oblige.]

Comments

[zebrarhyme_everytime]

[She isn't so harried and urgent that she can't spare a glance for the boy. Really? What are vampires all about?]

[hippocarnival]

[Yuya is harried and urgent, and while the silence continues his face starts to contort with frustration and desperation.

He gets that she's going to make him think about that one himself, so he finally tears his gaze away. It becomes more of a thought to the back of his head as the back door of the clinic is in view, though, and he goes immediately to try and open it for Zecora.]

[zebrarhyme_everytime]

[Luckily there is just one step and the door is a little wide -- easy enough for Zecora, with a grunt and some strain, to pull the wheelbarrow up and over.] Can you get him onto an exam table?

[hippocarnival]

[It... takes effort. Yuya isn't strong enough on his own, but heavy objects take a lot more effort to move with telepathy, too. Still, the exam table isn't moving him across the room-- he can probably manage.

So it's a combination of ESP and muscle, but he gets Gon onto the table.]

[zebrarhyme_everytime]

[Which is fine. Zecora isn't criticizing the means here. Her own are a bit esoteric as well, because when she returns to the room as Yuya gets that large body settled, she's holding a few bags of what is unquestionably blood.]

This is the obvious first treatment. Do you know of any reason I shouldn't try it?

[hippocarnival]

[Yuya pauses to think about that.]

No. [No, he's got no objections if it's going to work.]

[zebrarhyme_everytime]

If you can hold him down, that might be appreciated.

[No time to waste, then. Here goes nothing. Zecora simply twists off the cap that plugs the bag, and lets blood trickle slowly into Gon's mouth.]

[hippocarnival]

[Why do they need to hold him down...?

Yuya does as he's told, though, watching the blood drip out the corner of his eye. It's still a preferable sight to Gon himself.]

[betheman]

[Blood. He doesn't wake, but he does respond-with a wrinkled nose, and the motion of swallowing. He feels too weak to properly move, but he is, at least, drinking. Healing is by no means a miraculous recovery but...it seems at the least that some 'health' returns to his face, even if it doesn't come to the burn areas quite so much. Apparently, despite the fears, he didn't need to be held down-maybe if he was more able to reach for anything (let alone the blood bag) it would have been necessary, but as it is, he gasps for the drink, his fingers twitching every few seconds.]

[zebrarhyme_everytime]

[If she's wrong, she's wrong, and no harm done -- but better to be cautious, than have Gon suddenly regain strength and hunger enough to start attacking the living sources of blood right here.]

[Emptying the first bag, she tosses it into the biohazard disposal bin, then opens another to begin draining it the same way.]

[hippocarnival]

[The movement is encouraging. Yuya moves his arm under Gon's neck to help prop his head up so it's easier to drink.] How much do you think it'll take?

[otoko]

[It's a bit like drinking one of those weird fruit pouches-and it's for the best, truly, that Zecora is being conscious. Those twitches happen less and less, but they are accompanied by furrowed brows, and the slight attempt to bare fangs before it occurs to his subconscious that the blood is right there.

He seems to be more at peace, after a few moments however..even if he is still 'out'.]

[zebrarhyme_everytime]

Mmm. If he isn't waking up now, it's because his system is still in great shock, I expect. In which case I'll give him one more and then watch what happens if another one is delayed, and we will judge from there.

[Zecora puts actions to words, opening yet one more pouch to drain. With nothing to do but wait, her free hand rubs idly at her arm, remembering how most of this had come out.]

[hippocarnival]

[Yuya nods wordlessly. Gon was responding, if only slightly. That was a good sign for his recovery, wasn't it...? He wouldn't die tonight, Yuya just had to keep telling himself that.]

I figure unless those two wanna thread onward, I'm out from here :0 Gon's top is ready for Stuff-

[otoko]

[The most they can do now is wait, really. Wait...

...And eventually he'll wake.]