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Who: Ky Kiske and Open-ish
Where: Zelda and Zelos' house
When: October 1st.
What: Ky's cranky when he's being made to recover.
Style: Use what you're comfortable with.
Status: Open to anyone who would have reason to be in Zelda and Zelos' house and want to talk to Ky or would visit just because he's there. Ky will be staying at Zelda's for 24 hours, feel free to put threads here for any time during that.

[Ky had been content to sleep for a solid six hours once he arrived at Zelda's, where Dhaos took him. By the time he wakes his head feels drastically clearer. The pain hasn't really faded at all, but it is what it is. He's not about to sit around waiting to heal, he has to stop the murderer and kidnapper before he hurts anyone else at all.

Apparently waiting to heal is exactly what Zelda's expecting him to do, as he finds himself forbidden from leaving her house until he's had more of a chance to heal and the drugs have worn off. The idea of that, given what's happened and what's at risk, is revolting, but he doesn't really have the strength to fight her on it. Which is why he's doing what he can, moving around the house frequently to prove that he can and that he's just fine.

He might need to frequently sit down and rest, but he's still clearly capable of being on his feet for at least a little while. He could be doing some searching. He should be.]

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[The princess doesn't seem to care one whit about the fact that he's moving around the house, or that he's "just fine" - he's still very obviously injured and in no state to go out hunting for a killer. Sometime in the afternoon when he's taking a quick break on the couch in the sitting room, she brings out a tray with a lovely pot and two cups on it, settling near him.]

Feeling any better? You should have some tea, it's good for your health.

[Injured isn't incapacitated, and he has too much to do to be incapacitated. Still, this is him tempered by the fact that his right arm is broken -- he acknowledges that he can't really fight with it the way that it is. He should just be able to do patrols even if he can't fight.]

Much.

[Ky gives an irritated huff.]

I feel as good as new.

[Still, he picks up one of the still-empty cups, concentrating very carefully on not dropping it while he tilts it a little to look at the pattern.]

This is pretty.

Izaya got it for me. It is from China, apparently.

[It really is quite nice. Zelda's no idiot though, she checked it for any sort of strange drugs that might have been painted on the inside of the cups. At the point that he'd given it to her, Izaya was already starting to express his jealousy over her friendship with Shizuo. She should have paid more attention...]

It's really a lovely set. I had no idea other worlds put so much time into them.

[ Ky offers her a genuine smile before he resumes looking at the cup in his hand. ]

I have some cups from China. They're very nice.

[ Well, have is perhaps not the right thing to say, because they're not here, or even in his own apartment. It...loses something to simply purchase a collection from the Nostalgia Nook. ]

[Maybe it does lose something to walk up and buy it so easily, but she didn't purchase it herself. It's still rather dear to her, even if things with Izaya went terribly sour. She picks up the pot, gesturing for him to set the cup back down.]

They're best appreciated in use, you know.

[It sounds as if she might be teasing him just a bit, but it's difficult to tell.]

[That's simply the reason he hasn't tried to replace his own collection here.]

They would look nice on a shelf too.

[He does set it down, and watches her pour.]

They'd be less likely to break there.

[...Yes, he is trying to make a point here.]

There's no danger in using them for their intended purpose as long as you take care. A tea set becomes more beautiful with use. Do you see how it's developing an even stain inside the cup? I think it's lovely.

[There you are, Ky. Zelda nudges the cup and saucer back towards him, now properly filled. It's a white tea of some sort with a slight floral scent to it.]

But how much care is appropriate? There are always risks, but perhaps they're worth it over having the cups sit uselessly on the shelf.

[Ky's going to look at the cup for a second because he is actually worried about breaking it, since his right arm isn't exactly cooperative at the moment. He lets it sit a little bit to cool anyway.]

How much care is appropriate? Well, washing them by hand is necessary. I also dry them with a soft cloth so as to not scratch the enamel. I believe there's merit in storing them on a shelf when they aren't in use as well. There's no need to take too many risks. If you don't care for things properly, they will break down.

[The same thing goes for a human body.]

At home I collect teacups. While they now sit mostly on my shelves, during the war I didn't have any shelves. They still managed to survive.

[ Quit treating him like he needs taking care of, Zelda. He survived a war. ]

Is that so? You were lucky. When there was a war back home, not a single part of the castle survived. If we had taken more care, that may not have been the case.

[She pours herself a cup and sips it quietly.]

Ky, if your sword were to be damaged in a battle, would you try to repair it or would you do the bare minimum and seek out another battle?

My sword is beyond our understanding currently. A great man must have made it, but I don't have the skills to repair it. That's why I do my best to take care of it when I'm not in battle.

[ Which is most of why it rankles so when Sol doesn't treat his sword -- that he stole! -- with respect. ]

But I have to take it into battle, because otherwise what would be the point of it?

I see. Regardless, when you do know how to care for something and neglect to do so, it's rather foolish - don't you think?

[Unless he honestly doesn't know that a human body can be worn down permanently if it's not properly rested. Maybe he doesn't? It seems like common knowledge, but it's not impossible...]

Sometimes the purpose is much more important than the form. In some applications wear and tear is just a necessity.

[ What he has to do is more important than he is, Zelda. ]

Are you aware of the effects of exhaustion, Ky?

[She just has to make sure. He might not be. Maybe. Personally, she just thinks he's probably being a stubborn idiot like usual.]

I have to do anything I can to prevent what happened to me happening to anyone else.

[We are go on stubborn idiot.]

Apparently you are not. Not only does your body slowly shut down in an attempt to get you to rest, your brain functions deteriorate as well. If you exhaust yourself, you are doing no one any good at all. In fact, you'll be placing a burden on your coworkers by doing sloppy work. You need at least six hours of sleep a night, preferably eight. Pushing your body is all well and fine during an actual fight - it's not as if you have a choice in the matter really - but once it's over if you don't rest until you're healed you may very likely permanently damage yourself and suffer a decrease in your abilities.

[tl;dr stop acting like she's being unreasonable here by saying wait for a day. A day! One day.]

[That is some tl;dr he doesn't really want to deal with, Zelda.]

This wasn't a battle at all!

None of my injuries came from fighting, the man responsible is still very much at large. If all I'm doing is patrolling and we could use every person, then I'm not putting anyone but myself at danger if I go out and wind up not being ready.

It may not have been, but if we find this person...

[Pausing for a moment.]

A man? You recall that it was a man?

[And back to lecturing.]

If we find them, it might become a battle. Even if not, in your current state you aren't particularly fit to do patrols anyway. Just yesterday you were quite convinced we were on your homeworld in a battlefield. Until we're certain the drugs have worn off, what you see is simply not reliable. You can resume running yourself into the ground starting tomorrow. I still think it's a terrible idea, mind you.

...No, I don't. For all I can recall it could have been a woman, or ten men. I don't know!

[And it's incredibly frustrating to him.]

I feel a good deal better now then I did when Dhaos first brought me here. You can think whatever you want, but I'm an adult and I take care of myself.

I won't stop you from doing as you please - but starting tomorrow. This is not only out of concern for you. We do not know all the effects of the drugs that were administered to you, but we do know that you were hallucinating or at the very least severely confused as to your surroundings. Everyone in this house can fight, but if you were to go patrolling you might very well attack someone who cannot defend themselves thinking that they were someone or something else entirely.

[Zelda rubs at her forehead, then looks at him with a slightly pleading expression.]

Please, Ky. Rest. Just today.

I don't think I'm hallucinating any longer.

I don't know what to do if I'm not working, Zelda. I don't want to just think about things right now, I want to do something.

[Oh, that's a feeling she knows all too well. Zelda lowers her eyes, shifting around a little uncomfortably.]

...you are a good man, Ky. You're driven and you always seek to do the right thing. It is why I am comfortable working with you despite our differences. Sometimes, though, people with incredible will and motivation burn themselves out. I do not want to see that happen to you. I know that it is difficult to truly rest when you know just what's out there, but you must. This person is clever, and we need to be at our best to catch them. We can't do it if we don't take care of ourselves. If your mind cannot rest and be at ease...

[Wow this is awkward.]

Would... you allow me to sing for you? I know a song that may help.

[Ky holds himself uncomfortably while she talks about him the way she apparently wants to. He's not sure what to do with the praise -- it's not something he's used to getting and she's doing it at the same time she criticizes him for pushing himself too hard.

At the same time, she does have a point.

His shoulders lift up and then down again in a shrug.]

Does your song invoke your goddesses?

[Wait. ...Seriously?]

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and I think slightly stained cups are weird but this is apparently a fancy tea thing.

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