theafflicted | week 2 ~*afterparty*~

week 2 ~afterparty~

[ well, after everyone had their encounter either ghostbusting or being ghostbusted, and once returned to the campus, flat thinks that it's a great idea to wind down with-- ]

I FOUND A BOOTLEG COPY OF THE SHREK MOVIE. LET'S WATCH IT @ THE KARAOKE PLACE! BRING YOUR OWN SNACKS!!!!

[ hopefully it's not too cramped, but repurposing a tablet to project estelletube 'jim shrok FULL MOVIE part 1 of 20' is not that difficult of a task for flat.

he's managed to bring some popcorn, but that's about it.

rest up everyone, it's been a long day.

(for ya'll. flat had fun.) ]

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Not right now, no.

[ ... ]

Does your arm still hurt?

[(x) doubt]

Yeah.

[He just has normal bandages on it!]

It's not the worst injury I've had to deal with, so it's fine.

Considering how you died a bunch of times, I'm pretty sure one of the worse injuries were involved in one of those.

[ Hien looks at Owen's arm and squints. ]

You suck ass at bandaging. Holy shit. Get that off right now.

Well it's not like I've ever needed to bandage myself before.

[Unsurprisingly, magic is the source of all of his healing.

But he'll unwrap the bandages around his arm anyways, ~~pouting~~ frowning the whole time.]

[ He sighs. ]

I don't need to either because I have innate regeneration, but it's still a useful skill to have, you know, in case you can't use magic. Like right now.

[ Hien has a spare roll of bandages because, well, look at him. He walks over to where Owen sits and gets out the ointment too, and a napkin. After the bandages are unwrapped, he gently wipes the area clean, applies ointment, rubs Owen's arm so he can get that in, and then bandages his arm properly. ]

That's when I just let myself die.

[It's a strategy that works for him back home, but. Not exactly something to risk here - not that this injury was anywhere near fatal.

He doesn't protest as Hien patches him up, but he does watch with no small measure of curiosity.

He doesn't bother asking if Hien feels guilty. He doubts he is - and it's not like Owen would be, either.

Still, it's obvious there's something he wants to say, if only he would stop hesitating and spit it out.]

[ Hien looks straight at Owen, and then tightens the bandage to a more painful level. After that, he unties the bandage to adjust the tightness to proper levels. ]

You're not allowed to die any time soon before I get to stab you.

[ ... ]

This one didn't count.

[Owen flinches, but that just makes him grin more brightly.

Probably because he's a huge, fucked up masochist or something.]

I'll do whatever I want to do.

[And it's not like he controls the die, anyways.]

This was more of a shot than a stab, anyways. Worse than getting hit by a bullet, though.

Yeah. It's meant to hurt for a long time.

[ Because the hook is sharp and dirty from use. ]

But you like that, so I guess it's not too much of a loss for you.

[ Hien finally lets go of the bandages and just sits there while resting his head on his hand, while his arm rests on the table. ]

Do you want to leave your mark? Hien.

[He looks down at the bandages, because it's easier to look at that than Hien right now!]

Because maybe if you ask nicely, I won't erase the scar as soon as I get my magic back.

[ Hien looks at Owen evenly. ]

You can erase it if you want. I'm not hung up about being remembered.

[ lol ]

[(x) doubt]

Is that so?

[Maybe he's just projecting, but it's plainly obvious Owen doesn't believe that for a second. He props his chin up on his hand, ready to initiate a staring contest.]

Yeah. I come and go through worlds all the time, just like I do for people.

[ He comes into their lives and leaves just as much. Hien welcomes the staring contest though, as if his gaze tries to dig deep into the very core of Owen's existence. ]

If I would desperately want someone to remember me, I'd just be with them until they die.

You eat worlds.

[He's just. Saying.

Though... Does this means he just eats people, too???? He'll have to ask about that later.]

You can't remember people when you're dead, so is that really the same thing? You only think you can leave an impact on someone if you're always there?

Well, that's the thing. I don't die. What better way to remember someone to have them in your face all the time? You wouldn't be able to forget them how hard you tried.

[ Anyway. ]

You think my diet is just worlds? I like spaghetti better.

[Privately, Owen is pretty sure he knows people who would absolutely forget someone who's in their face constantly, but he doesn't need to draw more comparisons between Mithra and Hien.]

Have you ever eaten a mana stone? Or do magical beings in your world not leave those behind?

[It is, technically, on topic.]

Yeah.

[ But it's... probably not the mana stone Owen is thinking of, because Hien's thinking of mana stones that replenish MP. ]

Some of them leave them behind.

[ As loot drops. ]

[What a wild misunderstanding to be having right now.]

Is that so?

[Hm.]

Well, I'm sure you won't be around when I'm turned to stone, so that's a shame. I'm sure it'd be quite the high quality stone.

[Owen would only leave behind the most Premium of mana stones, obviously.]

You want me to retrieve it and keep it with me forever?

[ That's what he's getting out of this. ]

No, idiot.

[...]

You can do that if you want, but it'd be much less insulting to just eat me to get the power from my stone.

[ Oh.

Ohhh. Hien thinks he gets it now. The stone is Owen's—

... ]

If I eat you, then how would you even come back?

Stop being an idiot.

[As if he expects Hien to read minds or something.]

If I've turned to stone, I won't be coming back anymore. I'll finally be dead for good.

[ Reading mind powers are unfortunately locked away... Hien stares at Owen for a while, but then pillows his head on his hand. ]

I don't need your power though.

[SIGHS.]

Fine, then I guess someone else will get to eat it.

[It's not about the power!!]

Not that it matters, because I doubt anyone will care if it's me or not. And who knows if I'll ever turn to stone without my heart, anyways?

[He looks back at his pancakes, thoughtful. He'll hold back one whatever awful question he has at the moment, though.]

[ Having no heart tracks with how he remembers how cold Owen was with no heartbeat. But then. Huh. He wonders if that's a culture thing. ]

You want me to eat it? Is that why you need me?

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cw death mention, thanks owen

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cw vore mention i guess, how many roller coasters can one thread be on

cw vore mention; unlimited roller coasters for owen

cw vore mention; let him off this wild ride, he enjoys it too much

why is he like this

it's a mystery

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cw vore talk

cw vore talk and also death talk?!

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