IC contact for snowblindrpg

[devoutish]

Yeah?

[That's it, that's all you get.]

OOC: CAPTCHA has been hit, so please go here for all your IC inbox needs!

Comments

[devoutish]

How bad are the fingers?

[bywolves]

One is broken. [ Royce mutters in irritation. It isn't as bad as it could be, though, he thinks. ] Bruises. Little bit of blood but I can't... tell if it's mine.

They ache. Nothing that won't heal.

[devoutish]

Your aspirin should help with the pain, but you might have a concussion, mate. Best not to take anything that could put you to sleep just yet. Have you talked to Tifa?

[bywolves]

[ He makes a grouchy sound at the advice, but doesn't protest. He knows. ] No. Haven't. I will.

I have to move first. Move houses. [ He grimaces. ] ... Can't put my gloves back on. [ He has mittens, thankfully, but still. ] Where are you?

[devoutish]

Past the school. Walking northeast.

Fucking hell. You could call Watson, but he'd ask questions.

[bywolves]

Not going to call Watson. [ Royce says, sounding annoyed. ] Not his business.

[ He digs through his pack for those mittens. ] Tifa... Tifa might help. I can catch up. I'm not far from the school, I - the house with the beads. That's where I'm at.

[devoutish]

[Alfie is annoyed at that response - not because of Royce, but because of Watson. If he were the type of doctor who could just do his fucking job without stucking his nose in places where it didn't belong, then he could be trusted to patch Royce up. But he's not, and he can't. Alfie misses his own doctor, from home - a man who is paid handsomely, and who can always be counted on to show up on house calls to treat patients with bullet and knife wounds. He never asks questions.]

I couldn't make it over to you tonight if I tried.

[bywolves]

[ Royce sighs heavily. ] It's fine. Just don't lose my things.

I'll make my way east tomorrow. You don't need to wait on me. [ He won't ask Alfie to, that'd be weak. ]

[devoutish]

How long is Tifa gonna take to get to you?

[bywolves]

I don't know. [ He pulls on the mittens gingerly, and then grabs his pack. He's going to walk slowly over the the next house. ] I'll call her once I'm at a different house.

[devoutish]

Don't go far. Next door, and then you stop.

[bywolves]

Don't order me around, Solomons. [ But it's half-hearted and he's not really even all that serious. ] Don't get specific. With Tifa. Alright?

[devoutish]

She should know about the fingers.

[bywolves]

I meant with House. [ Royce doesn't care about his own injuries. ] Just leave it at I killed him.

[devoutish]

Yeah. Wasn't planning to discuss the details with her.

But speaking of the details, right, what are they?

[bywolves]

[ Good. Also, Royce hates snow. Has he mentioned how much he hates snow? Because it's awful and having to walk through it and the glare of the sun off of it makes everything hurt. ]

Pinned him to the floor with shivs. One through each palm. One in his leg, one in his shoulder. Cut out his tongue with your scalpel.

[devoutish]

[Damn, Royce.]

Do you think it was enough for him to leave you alone?

[bywolves]

Probably not. [ Royce sounds annoyed at this. A little distant, too. ] But he'll be scared of me. He was scared. Think it at least made him think.

[devoutish]

I scared him too, and he still did what he did.

[A slow smile spreads across Alfie's face.]

But I did not scare him that much.

[bywolves]

[ Royce snorts. And then winces and groans slightly. Ow. ] I told him you let me borrow the scalpel. He knows you didn't try to stop me.

Don't care what else he does. Just want to get out of here.

[devoutish]

Keep in touch, mate.

[bywolves]

I will. [ Wryly: ] Don't die while I'm not there to protect your things.

[devoutish]

Don't let any more doctors try to swallow my scalpel.

[bywolves]

[ Alfie gets a laugh out of that one! He'll definitely be in touch. ]

resurrecting this based on how Alfie's conversation with Kesara is going rn

[devoutish]

And listen, mate, one more thing.

I wanna warn Kesara that House is dead. She's close to the man, yeah?