End Trial

[bootsweremadeforcasting]

Who: Jade Curtiss and those involved in the recent glasses plot
When: Today, February 1st
Where: Medical Clinic
Status: Semi-open

[It's been a good three weeks since Jade's little episode on the Island. Since then, he's neither moved nor made a sound in his sleep. Occasionally, the glyphs on his eyes would glow and shift, then they would dissipate again. The glasses Guy had made were doing more than their fair share of work in keeping Jade's glyphs in check.

When consciousness interrupted an odd dream, Jade was aware he was laying down on a bed and he was stiff as a board. First came a few small noises, and then little movements that were comfortable. His fingers twitched to life, toes wriggling somewhat, and his head tilting from side to side. After a few moments, Jade was feeling like he was coming back to life, pops and cracks coming with the movements. When he felt comfortable enough, he finally opened his eyes just a bit, looking at the burred image of the ceiling and then wincing. He moved some more and made another few noises as he tried to get his body to wake up further.

When he finally opened his eyes, he was greeted by blurred shapes and lights that were far brighter than he was currently used to. As his vision slowly began to adjust, he lifted his head to try to get his neck to move, pops loudly announcing his shifts. A tired hand moved to touch his face, feeling the new glasses. Guy, his eyes...

He could only remember snippets. Some fighting, a feeling of being vaguely terrified and running; pain, cold, some faces... Peony and Guy, Orphaner and someone else he didn't know. Ky was there at some point, right? And Dist? No, that lout wasn't in the Bubble or so help him he'd finish himself.

Other than that... Where his glasses were, what had happened to him, details like that were either fuzzy or nonexistant. He'd have to do a full check-up on himself sometime. When he felt more in control. He frowned at that, trying not to think so much on that complete lack he'd had when the arte had gone out of control. Emotions, impulses, things he normally kept in check. Attacking people out of the blue was the most worrisome... How had he let it get that bad..?

He'd have to focus on being able to get up, first..]

 
((OOC: I wrote in brackets, but you are all welcome to do prose or brackets or whichever!))

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[closedcircuit]

[It had been a bit of a difficult time, with Ky wondering a fair amount if Jade would be okay, and hoping that he would be. Therefore he was pleased when he dropped by for his habitual visit to notice Jade awake, and trying to move.

Now he just had to hope that Jade was recovered from what had been making him react strangely. He hadn't been involved in trying to fix it -- likely wouldn't have been able to help -- but he was somewhat aware of the conclusions.]

Jade?

[It was tentative, careful.]

Can I get you some water?

[devwocean]

[Dualscar really has no idea what happened with Jade since their last encounter, in which Jade tried to kill him. It's been a while since then, and at some point since that date, he sent a text to Jade's SFC.

Okay, a series of texts. Over the course of a few days.]

Wwhat evven happened to you?
Are you all right?
It's been a wwhile since wwe talked an I wwas wwondering if you evven wwere right in the thinkpan anymore.
Do you remember wwho I evven fuckin am?

[therevengejournal]

[It must have been some kind of strange compulsion that brought Dist to the medical clinic, but the silver-haired scientist finds himself here all the same. Maybe it's that stray piece of news that some crazy person was brought here a while ago that caught his attention, although Dist certainly doesn't attribute his arrival to anything other than boredom.

He can't have people misunderstanding.

And yet, Dist finds himself quietly navigating the halls, casually looking around at the occupants of the rooms. No, he doesn't ask anyone about looking for someone, because that would be like admitting it and he is not going to do that. So it's with these rather conflicting feelings that he finds a certain familiar man on a bed, reaching for the unfamiliar glasses on his face.

Now, how to go about this? For a few long, hard moments Dist thinks about this, and comes to the conclusion that he should just be as always - superior.]

Ha ha ha ha ha! And look who ended being the sick one!

[Nose in the air, check. Derisive tone, check. Air of condescension, check. If this conversation is going to happen, he'll certainly make the best of it first!]

[bootsweremadeforcasting]

[Hearing someone's voice almost made Jade jump. Everything felt super-sensitive and fatigued still, but he was also parched. The first noise was quiet, scratchy, and mostly unintelligible. The second was after he cleared his throat and nodded instead with an 'mhm' sound.]

[bootsweremadeforcasting]

[Jade picked up his SFC and read through the texts with small amusement. The fact that he wouldn't have to talk just yet was handy, too. He began to text back, touched somewhere in his black heart that Dualscar was so worried.

The fact that something had happened to worry the Troll (And the fact that his memory was so hazy) made Jade worry about the events before his coma. Getting his fingers to work was a bit of a trial, but he managed to type up a decent response.]

1. Im uncertain myself. Could you fill me in on events before i passed out.
2. Tired and uncoordinated but okay.
3. That really depends on who you are and your judgement on right in the thinkpan.

[Thinkpan?]

4. Orphaner dualscar. Weve been out to dinner and lunch and i was stuck to your horns for an evening.

[relinquishing]

[When it came to doting on other people, Jade wouldn't normally be the first option to drop into Guy's mind. The man was experienced enough and seemed to take care of himself just fine.

This was a bit of a different matter, though. It wasn't exactly the same as hovering over Luke like a worried mother, but Guy would end up poking his head into the clinic on occasion to just. Make sure. Rush jobs for fontech were always risky, and while he was pretty confident in his own abilities, he also wasn't so cocky to assume those glasses were perfect. Until he could do a final check with Jade actually in his right mind, this project wasn't done. Hell, he wasn't even sure if this coma was the fault of the coral or a tweak of his own doing. So he'd slide into the room, just long enough to make sure things weren't falling apart before leaving again.

So when he bothers to open the door today and see that the Colonel is actually conscious? Yeah, he looks pretty relieved.]

Jade...! Hey, welcome back.

/tags in late

[zelda_hylia]

[As the healer in attendance (and the one who put him to sleep with her song in the first place, though she certainly didn't intend for it to last this long), Zelda has been keeping an eye on the situation fairly closely. Jade certainly doesn't seem like the type of person that typically needs coddling, but having seen him lose it firsthand, she can't help but do it anyway.

It doesn't take her long to notice that he's finally stirred, and within the hour she's there with a glass of water and some simple bread.]

Good morning. Are you feeling well?

[bootsweremadeforcasting]

[Jade's starting to get his hands moving again, rubbing his face and rolling his neck a bit. He's looking at his hands and moving each finger in turn, touching fingertip to fingertip to make sure his motor skills were returning.

When Guy is suddenly there, Jade looks over, fatigued but acknowledging his entry.]

I suppose I have you to thank for being back.

Never late!

[bootsweremadeforcasting]

[He's working on motor skills when she comes in and he looks at her curiously. She was there when he first arrived, and then her face came in flashes of all the time he can't remember. Almost more than a month, it felt like. He sighed in response, and rested his head back against the pillow.]

As well as I can. I don't feel fully confident in standing, but I would like to move some.

[He's confident in himself, not stupid.]

[zelda_hylia]

Very well, hold on just a moment.

[She sets down her tray, reaching out to take his pulse and check his temperature. The excess of mana (or fonons, she supposes) had his body temperature all over the place while he was recovering, and she wants to be sure he's not overheating right now.]

You seem much better, that should be fine.

[Zelda continues to extend her arm, letting him choose to grab on and pull himself into a sitting position or to try and sit up on his own.]

[bootsweremadeforcasting]

[When she offers the arm, Jade does show he has some pride left, and opts to get himself up. It's no epic struggle by any means. Just Jade leaning on each arm alternatively to push himself to his rear rather than his back. As he does stretch his back a bit, she can definitely hear audible pops and cracks in his back. After a bit more work, Jade's sitting up and leaning against the back of the bed.]

I think right now the only pain is in my legs. Everything else is just mild atrophy of my muscles from being asleep for so long.

you are a beautiful person

[bootsweremadeforcasting]

[The entry of a person made Jade's head turn and after spotting Dist, Jade just quietly rests a hand over his eyes.

So it hadn't been a delusional hallucination at the Coral. Dist was here. He crossed dimensions and still couldn't escape the white-haired genius-moron. He sighed and just let Dist gloat and fluff his feathers.]

Have you ever considered taking up a hobby? Something healthier than your current one.

[Knit, crochet, make bird houses, anything that's not following Jade.]

[zelda_hylia]

[Zelda isn't too surprised when he doesn't take her arm, and she's definitely not offended. Besides, it's good if he's feeling well enough to try and sit on his own.]

I tried to heal you a bit, but you were already quite overloaded with magical energy and I felt that adding more might be problematic. I apologize for any discomfort. If it is all right with you, I can take a look now?

[She certainly won't be pushing his blankets up and looking at his legs without asking, thank you very much!]

[bootsweremadeforcasting]

[He takes it he was injured then. Probably why they feel like dead weight. At her question, Jade reached down and dragged the blankets away from his legs. They do still hurt, and that is a bit of an annoyance, but...]

I appreciate the assistance, in any case. Though I'm still unsure of what happened.

[zelda_hylia]

[After calling on a small spell to warm her hands, she gently starts to feel his legs. Since he doesn't remember what happened, she happily explains.]

The regulation device for the spell on your eyes was lost or broken somehow. Guy began work on a new one immediately, but it took awhile. You absorbed a great deal of ambient energy in the time it took for the new device to be made, and it seems that it caused you to become very disoriented. We found you on the island injured, and Peony calmed you enough that you allowed him to put the new glasses on.

After that we brought you to the clinic. I patched you up with magic as much as it seemed safe to do and did the rest by hand, then I put you to sleep with a song to preserve your mind while your body regulated itself again. I certainly did not expect it to last this long, though I suspect that the coral may have had a hand in it as well.

[bootsweremadeforcasting]

[As she spoke, Jade's face fell and the previous demeanor seemed to wilt a little. His eyes. The Fonic Sight had finally reared its ugly head. He touched the glasses on his face and rubbed his eyes a bit. They ached, still, and Jade remained quiet. Had Peony not been there to calm him, he might have done more damage. Let alone, he's sure he would have leveled part of the Island and injured anyone up there in the meantime.

He drew his lips into a thin and finally looked back to Zelda with a nod.]

Thank you, for your assistance.

[zelda_hylia]

Of course. We are all allies here, it is only right that we look after each other.

[Besides that, any friend of Guy's is her friend by extension. She won't be mentioning that little detail though, it seems too forward. Though she's still wary of using too much magic on him, she does call on enough to soothe the soreness in his legs a bit. Her spells have a warm sensation to them, not dissimilar to that of a seventh fonist.]

Is that a little better?

[bootsweremadeforcasting]

[Jade nodded, both to her response and to the question of his legs feeling better. He remained silent, disturbed that his actions had gotten so out of hand. His brows furrowed and he wiggled his feet a bit, ankles popping as he moved them.

He couldn't think of anything to say to her. He wasn't sure just what he'd done. All he could remember was turbulence, and faces; blips in and out of fights and situations. Most of those were blurred by red. He rubbed his temple lightly, closing his eyes again.]

[zelda_hylia]

[Zelda pulls the blanket back over his legs, glancing up at his face with a slightly worried expression. He looks like he has a headache. Perhaps she should have continued to avoid magic after all...]

If you feel up to it, you should have some of the water. I could get some tea if you prefer?

[bootsweremadeforcasting]

Ah... That's fine, thank you.

[Tea might help. Never hurt anyone in any case. He was quiet again after that. He didn't like the sound of the situation..

He also felt the overwhelming need to see Peony and speak with him.]

[zelda_hylia]

I will go and brew some, then. Feel free to call if you need anything, your SFC is right by the bed.

[Maybe he just needs a few minutes to himself. Zelda heads off to the nearest kitchen, leaving Jade be for a little while. Should she call Peony? Well, she told Jade where his communicator was, if he wanted to see him then he would call. Right?]

[bootsweremadeforcasting]

[Jade picked it up after she left and stared at it.

It felt like calling for help. Crying to Peony because he was scared of what had happened to him; what could have happened to Peony. She had said Peony had calmed him enough to put the glasses on.

What if it had been too late? What if Jade had killed himself and Peony? Guy and Zelda too; just for helping. Sure, they supposedly came back, but...

He couldn't call Peony. He wasn't a child that needed help when something went wrong. He didn't need someone to come coddle him because of this. He didn't need help.

Jade closed the SFC and set it to the side of the bed, the urge to call Peony gone and replaced by the necessity to not see or speak to Peony for a long while. Jade needed to sort himself out- this couldn't happen again. He couldn't get that close again. Peony's face appeared in the blips he could remember, soft and caring; helpful.

Jade was supposed to protect Peony, not the other way around. If Jade couldn't take care of himself, how could he protect Peony? In the assassination attempt, and now here.. He because of his own damn fault. He'd wanted power, like the selfish boy he was, and he got it at the price of deadly necessity to a pair of fragile, plastic frames. It wasn't the first time Jade's selfishness had almost killed him and others. In the lab, all those years ago, he'd almost killed himself just for an impossible dream and making himself feel like god. Even then, he had been the one to end Nebilim's life because of that selfish greed; that need to have everything, to not be denied what he wanted.

When Zelda would eventually return, Jade was leaning against the backboard, staring at one hand in his lap as the other rested against his left shoulder.]

[zelda_hylia]

[It takes her a little while to select an appropriate blend, one that will hopefully help soothe his body while perking his mind up a bit. She puts it in a thermos rather than a teacup, not entirely sure he has his motor functions back yet. Zelda may not know Jade well, but she recognizes the heavy atmosphere of guilt in a second. It's one she struggles with herself on a far too frequent basis.

Moving over to the side of the bed, she presses the thermos close to the hand on his lap.]

Here you are. Drink up, it should help you think a little more clearly.

[closedcircuit]

[ Ky's silent for a moment as he pours a cup a quarter of the way full. ]

Here.

[ It's hard not to ask questions, but he can give Jade some time, at least. ]

no no no you are the beautiful one

[therevengejournal]

[He's just going to pretend he doesn't understand what that is supposed to imply. It's all wrong, anyway. Why should he even dignify that kind of statement with an answer?

Well, through his generosity, he will deign to give a response...]

How dare you suggest that fon technology is unhealthy! Without fontech none of your theories could ever come to fruition!

[And it was pure coincidence that he came here, okay? Let's make that completely clear. His mouth twitches as he resists continuing his objection...]