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okay thank god i've been working on my pull ups recently a little sorry if this is worryingly vague but nothing bad is currently happening

Tell me if you need me to bring you a stepladder. hehe That means something bad happened already. What was it? Has he been ported out?

no, he's still here i spoke to him earlier actually so unless he got ported out by the broken porter within the last hour or so i'll tell you in person i'm on crobat so i'll be there in 5

Right. It's still broken. Okay... I'll be here.

[ Odin'll be on the deck of Fauxhalla when Archieshows up, legs over the side and clinging the fence rather than waiting in his room like he said he would. He's anxious, now. scared boy. ]

[he's there just about when he said he'd be, sitting on crobat's back as he does when he uses it to Fly. crobat carries his weight easily and chirps happily at odin in greeting. archie hops off over the fence and lands with a thud, recalling crobat.

he looks a little frazzled when he abruptly straightens up, patting himself down. there's a twig stuck in his bandana. okay.]

Yo!

[ odin looks pretty worn down, too. he's got the start of a beard, he's just wearing sweats and a hoodie that looks like it hasn't been washed for a while, and his eyes are red. break ups, man. he doesn't seem too down, though. just worried. ]

... Yo. [ He waves at Archie - and Crobat, too, before hes recalled - smiling despite being lowkey terrified of whatever the fuck this is about. He stands and puts his hands in his pockets. ]

What's going on?

Uh-- just when I messaged ya. The toaster thing was legit but I didn't tell you the entire reason for it-- I didn't want to worry you when you were in space...

[he rubs the back of his head, sighing. might as well get it over with.]

The thing about Pucci, er... he's lost an arm.

[ god, he wants to forget space ever happened. the drama. the peter-bruises. the alien/russian attack. bela kicking his ass at space tag. it was a shitty enough adventure without knowing his friends have been hiding shit from him. good intentions or not, odin looks a little annoyed at archie for a second. ]

Okay.

[ but the he finds out what's going on, and he just - sighs. resigned. he runs his hands down his face and just lets that information sit for a while before he finds a way to address it without freaking out. ]

How did it... I mean - what happened? Is it permanent? Can he be fixed, or is that something we're not going to know until the nanites kick back into gear?

[he winces a little at the the look - archie would be upset too, but he just couldn't bring himself to tell odin when he was fresh off being humiliated on national television. in hind sight, maybe he should've to give him something else to think about... ah, well.]

I don't know. I just got a call from him a couple days ago asking for help-- I went to heal him and did what I could, but I can't re-grow limbs or anything.

[he shakes his head.]

I didn't ask what happened, an' what he does now is up to him... there's plenty of prosthetic options, not to mention if there's someone with the power to regrow his arm. You'd have to talk to him about it.

[ probably would have backfired and made odin panic and try to chart the shuttle back to earth, screaming at the top of his lungs as he drove about a dozen people to their fiery graves. this was for the best. ]

Great. Okay. Great. Cool. I guess I'll do that. I guess I'm going to talk to my non-combative, religious, peace-loving priestfriend about the horrific, grizzly wound he sustained. That's on my agenda now. Great.

[ ugh. ugh. ugh. he hates the porter right now? gagagagfhgjhgdghlg ]

How are you coping down here as a healer? Passed out from ignoring your limits yet?

He handled it well-- he mentioned it had happened before, and I guess it woulda had to to happen again...

[he shrugs.]

No. I stopped doin' healing stuff when I got too tired. An' it's... I don't know. I don't know if I'm cut out for it.

... He's never told me that.

[ odin's-- still worried, yeah, but he looks annoyed again, too. archie's the only friend he has who tells him about the hard shit that happened back home, god damn. ]

Why do you think you aren't cut out for it?

He hadn't mentioned it to me before that happened, either. I guess it wasn't relevant.

[archie shrugs; unfettered.]

When I heal people... I can't take away the pain, and healing them sometimes hurts them even more. Pucci was screaming when I was just tryin' to do it enough to stop him bleeding...

[that's a lie archie is as fettered as they come.]

[ odin wants to be a brat and argue that he's closer to pucci than archie is so he should totally know everything about the dude always forever always, but he A: doesn't know if that's true, B: doesn't want to be an asshole and C: is immediately distracted by more important things. he folds his arms over his chest. ]

... That doesn't mean you aren't cut out for healing. It just means you need to recalibrate. Limit the type of wounds you focus on. You could help a lot of people, if you focus on those who are unconscious and can't feel pain, or-- people with internal injuries, things like that, rather than those with open surface damage.

[who dragged him two blocks while he was missing an arm, odin?? WHO]

Internal injuries would still hurt. [he shakes his head.] I just... hate hurting people. Even if it's necessary to help them-- like it stopped Pucci bleeding. I can't just not use this healing power, too. That wouldn't be right. I don't know. I think I should just figure out a way to switch off and suck it up.

[ WHO LEARNED HOW TO EAT A CHERRY IN A WEIRD WAY TO MAKE PUCCI PROUD OF HIM

]

Mm. Mmmm. Hmmmmmmhghghhm.

If you don't think you can hurt people, even if it helps, then - don't heal people. You're not the only healer around. But. [ he folds his arms a little tighter. ] I think-- as long as you're up front about it, your patient should be the one to call the shots, whenever possible. You know? "I can totally fix that bone poking out of your finger, but it'll hurt a lot. Is that okay?" "Yeah dawg! Bone me down!", that kinda thing. It shouldn't be all on you.

Yeah.

[he crosses his arms, closing his eyes for a moment.]

I did warn them, but at the same time I feel like if I'm the only one there for whatever reason they'll be obliged to say yes. I guess I'll need to talk to Angela to find out what the most ethical way to do that is...

That makes sense...

[ He's still a little too worried about Pucci to dedicate a lot of brainpower to this, and-- it's not like Archie even came here for advice, but-- he doesn't like his friend being alone in this. he goes quiet for a second. ]

Get a license to carry anesthetic around with you everywhere you go and just jab people in the side with a needle every time you gotta mess with 'em? Would anesthetic even work on imports when we have nanites in our system?

[he snorts.]

Yeah, I think the last thing I need is overnight medical school. Anyway, Pucci was fine after I managed to heal him up-- as fine as he could be, given the, uh, situation. I called Dio and he came over to take care of Pucci as needed.

I didn't-- realise just how much Dio cares about the guy. He's in a shit situation, but good hands.

[...hand.]

... Yeah, they're close.

[ the ceremonial headblood thing as well as dio wanting to be worshiped as a god kind of fucks with odin? 'cause he doesn't want another god damn validar situation on his hands?? but. pucci trusts him and there's every possibility dio's just a douchebag who waxes poetic about evil shit while secretly being a fluffy fuzzy bunny, like odin. so. whatever. dio brando's a good weird creepy guy who odin's gonna get a vat of pig's blood for one of these days. ]

Thanks for telling me. You didn't have to. Especially if you're tired from everything you've been doing lately. When was the last time you got some sleep?

You would've found out eventually and I didn't like havin' to lie by omission...

[he shrugs. again. lotta shrugging.]

Last night, actually. Like a normal person. [he presses a hand to his face.] There was something else I wanted to say, though... I know you're happy here and it's unlikely, but can ya maybe avoid comin' to mine for a couple days? There's, uh. A mess. A gross, gross mess.

You already did, with the whole toaster Jebsus thing, but. Yeah.

[ That was shitty. He immediately feels shitty for saying that. Archie was right to keep this Pucci drama from him until he was back on earth, and he looks immediately very apologetic for suggesting otherwise.

coughs and smooths it out with a joke. ]

Got it. You and Matt've been goin' hard, then, huh? Gross.

Edited (icon,) 2017-12-06 23:19 (UTC)

I did actually get him that...

[he rolls his eyes.]

Gross and no. I, uh. Might've... bled a little. A lot. Everywhere. Because of nanites.

[he seems a little bashful now he's talking about it directly... but honestly he just wanted to talk to someone about it who wasn't matt or maxie?]

Oh.

[ Well. Cool. Odin leans back against the wall and looks over Fauxhalla's garden for a second. Everyone he knows is falling apart. He feels guilty, for being so secure in relative safety where he is, nursing a handful of physical and emotional wounds that don't mean shit while his powers stay relatively sane. ]

What-- reopened? I mean. What wounds were...

What happened?

They were both from months ago, so it kinda took me by surprise. One of them hit an artery in my leg, so...

[he shakes his head.]

I healed myself, though. I'm fine.

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