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Sorry it's not me setting myself on fucking fire again????

My room in Aube, though probably heading to the infirmary or w/e here in a bit since everyone's whining at me to do so.

Uhhh.

I... could. If my strings weren't, you know, my fucking skin. I don't know if that'd actually fuckin' work.

damn right you're sorry

I'll still go in case you pass out on the way or some shit
should probably learn doc's summoning circle though with your fucking stupid ass

how the fuck do you think skin grafts work???

Wow, how fucking rude while I'm over here bleeding. I'm fucking hurt.

You know, I don't know if Stone Free still works while I'm passed out...

LOOK, I GOTTA FIGURE THIS SHIT OUT SOMEHOW, MAV. IT'S NOT MY FUCKING FAULT NO ONE TAUGHT ME SHIT.

But that's not me actively fucking manipulating my goddamned skin???????

whatever dude you can have your hand back later when you're not at risk of bleeding out

and what happens if you unravel the bloody part? can you still bleed if it's all fucking string??

you're kind of a huge fucking weirdo even at this school of freaks
a big ol science project

Maybe I'll bleed out just to fucking spite you.

... I don't know, actually. brb, let me try that.

[That... actually takes a few minutes, oops.]

The pain and shit is still there so I'm not sure if it's still technically bleeding????????

Believe me, I fuckin' know. And I kinda fuckin' hate it.

a real bitch move

huh
internal bleeding ain't great either
unless it's just like storing it up and when it goes back you scare the shit out of someone walking by because you just splattered the fucking floor

Maybe I just want to take the bitch way out.

H o n e s t l y, at this point I don't know if I want to risk that being the case. I don't think a sudden gushing of blood in the floors of the dorms is gonna be a good look for any of us.

So, y'know, there's that.

fitting for a bitch

you only say shit like this is private so no one else knows you're so considerate

W o w, fuckin' rude.

I'm bleeding all over you next, bitch.

getting bled on comes with the healer territory

We're gonna test the whole blood holding theory, on you.

Not fuckin' sorry.

Fountains of fuckin' blood.

listen I hate this fucking prissy ass uniform shit I'll gladly soak it

dunno if my power extends to regenerating blood any faster than normal but I guess it's worth a shot

...

I hate that we kinda just found an actual fucking reason to try this instead of me just being a dick.

Goddammit, Mav.

I'm a better scientist than you are so it's fine
almost there~

[And when he sees her,] I can probably carry you the rest of the way to the infirmary if it doesn't work, right?

[are they still at her dorm, or does she have some sense that would make this task easier...]

Sure, sure.

[Uhhh, she's about half-way to getting out of Aube and heading for the actual fucking infirmary, so she has some self preservation instinct.

Also when she said she fucked up, she meant she fucked up. But it's still string, but that's her whole fucking hand up past the wrist that's kinda just... strings.]

Iiii guess so? Kill two birds with one stone on this whole experiment bullshit, huh?

[Hurray for the little things. When Maverick's eyes fall from her to her hand situation, he gives a low whistle, sympathetic but impressed.]

Dunno how much of an experiment testing my physical strength is, but sure. Fuck, that's gross? I know it's string but it's kinda wormy. Dunno what I expected.

[Anyway. Here he is, ready to see the worms wiggle or whatever and get totally bled on. Fuck up his uniform, please and thank you.]

[Hurray for her not having an issue with the infirmary for the most part unlike a lot of other idiots one could name.]

Yeah, well, if you touch them they're still just strings. [No worms here, also what the actual fuck, Maverick.

But whatever, she'll just caaaasually turn her hand and wrist back into flesh. And yep, that's. That's collected blood. And she really did get all the way down to the bone through skin and muscle. What the fuck, Jolyne.]

[wow]

Oh, fuck that.

[IT WAS HIS SUGGESTION, BUT JESUS IT WAS A FUNNIER PICTURE IN HIS HEAD. Also fuck, that's deep.]

Shit. At least you had the sense to not start on the other side, you'd have fucking bled so much faster... [But he's quickly closing the rest of the gap between them, holding her arm before the cut as if attempting a tourniquet with just his fingers. It probably won't matter if he tries to meter out the magic or not -- it might take a good chunk of power anyway.

It's a decent about of pooled blood, especially since he doesn't know how much she's already lost, so he doesn't let it sit for the sake of the experiment. Instead, he leans in, closer than he ever has while sober, and kisses her on the cheek. He normally goes for the hand, but...well. Blood.

The wound would start to heal up immediately, skin knitting itself together with ease, as long as she doesn't deliberately interfere by making herself into string and pulling away from the feeling of becoming whole again. The skin and veins seal up first, stemming the flow before it can get worse or just continue internally, and then the fey magic gets to work on repairing the muscle. That feels a little more unusual -- a tugging ache that leaves the area burning, for a short while. Unfortunately, it isn't necessarily the best job that could be done, since he doesn't know much about the anatomy of an arm and hasn't ever experienced a would that deep for himself, but the situations a lot better. She won't bleed out! Or feel as much pain! Still...lacking in a good deal of blood, though. Since she wasn't in a dangerous range there, the magic didn't see it fit to waste time replenishing her blood supply like Maverick had supposed.]

How're you feeling?

[It'd probably be a good idea to question how the fuck she's taking all of that so well with how much she fucked that shit up. But the answer is, as always, Florida Woman. Or more likely she's pushed that shit down to appear calm and collected in public while internally screaming, one of the two.

She's quiet for a moment as she watches this shit, not interested in moving away from him or stopping what's going on. It's. Better. She'll absolutely give him that and kind of fascinating in a weird sort of way.

Once he's done she's humming a little to herself, pft.]

I suppose I should probably still go to the infirmary, huh? But better, a lot less likely to fall the fuck over on the way there or bleed out.

[She definitely reads as sturdier to him, now, and he privately lets his relief ease his own tension. Good... Also good, probably, that he's not as covered in blood as he'd jokingly expected.]

Yeah. I'll be headed there anyway, too. It's as good a chance as any to have Doc take a peek my mana levels after healing. Bastard's in charge of trying to keep that shit in check. Feels like I could still do another one, though...

[He clears his throat and offers a crooked, awkward smile before starting down the path again. He won't get too far from her, but...yeah. They should get going.]

[She absolutely is, even if her joke about seeing if Stone Free could still work while passed out wasn't something she even tried. Given the familiar is absolutely nowhere to be seen, perhaps for the better at this point.]

Well, hopefully that whole mess didn't completely deplete you, huh? [At least she's following after him and seeming interested in keeping up with him.]

Too bad I haven't learned the supposed healing part of that breathing shit from the grandbat, huh? Otherwise I could have just fuckin' fixed it myself... [Or don't trust her with that shit, ever.]

Eh, not like I ever gotta use it more than once a day, these days. If that. Most part, people I give a shit about are keeping out of trouble.

[It's always good to know she isn't The Worst about her health, even if she's reckless as fuck. He stuffs his hands in his pockets and raises an amused eyebrow at her while they walk.]

Yeah, I'd make sure you ain't shit at it before you bank on saving yourself from stupid shit like this in the future. You'd think that'd be the first fucking thing he'd teach someone like you, though.

[When you're used to getting into fights and doing absolutely dumb shit, you don't just let yourself fall there if you can get yourself to a doctor or whatever. That's the first rule of staying alive.]

First fuckin' thing is just being able to keep my breathing steady enough to learn a goddamned thing with it. Not as easy as it sounds. [Especially when you're a ticking time bomb like her, but that's... details, isn't it?]

[Yeah...]

Fucking bullshit, ain't it? Like, what, am I fucking breathing too incorrectly for you, universe? I'm fucking getting oxygen, ain't I?

[Not that he's started Hamon lessons, yet. This was only somewhat related breathing.]

Something something, akin to meditation or what-the-fuck-ever. [Jolyne, you are the absolute fucking worst when it comes to literally any of this shit.

But like hell if she's going to admit that kind of shit to herself, at least, so whatever.]

Didn't know there was a way to breath incorrectly, yet here we fuckin' are...

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