He writes in his daily journal

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 Who: N, his Pokemon and YOU
When: Any time during the curse
Where: (Part of) N's Castle on the Island
Style: Action, but can follow any
Status: Oooooopen


[Another week, another curse, another-- ... castle?!

Yup. There's a castle, or at least part of a castle up on the island. How did it get there? Where did it come from? Do you have the guts to attempt to explore it? Maybe there's riches inside, or a damsel in distress?

Either way, it's just sitting there, begging to be explored. Just be prepared for what you might run in to.]



(ooc: So the castle isn't completely there, it's just the center tower. Inside are a collection of rooms that all look more or less like small banquet rooms, except for one that looks more like a child's play room. N and Zoroark are wandering around, but the castle is more or less deserted aside from them. A rough map of the tower can be found here.)

Comments

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[It totally hasn't occurred to N that the only reason Zidane is in there is because of a case of breaking and entering.

He looked to Zoroark, but as before he can't hear his Pokemon's voice at all. There's enough emotion in his expression though that N... almost gets what he's trying to say.]

I think... this is the part where I thank you...

[kadonamonkey]

[ He laughs a little and shakes his head. Man why does he collect so many socially awkward people all the time? But still... this is a step forward! ]

I think you need to give you buddy some thanks first.

[ He nods over to Zoroark. ]

He practically dragged me over!

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[N did thank him without actually being prodded by Zoroark. That is project. Apparently emotional distress does that to him.

Blinking, he looks back at Zoroark, and the Pokemon approaches to nuzzle against N's hair with a quiet murr.]

I'm sorry I worried you...

[kadonamonkey]

[ He smiles a little and opens the door to the washroom and points over to the tub. ]

Why don't you sit down on the edge over there. I'll find some towels.

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[N nodded slowly, and with Zoroark's help he moved over to sit down quietly.]

[kadonamonkey]

Turn the water on too so it warms up

[ Zidane begins rifling through the cabinets looking for towels and other things. He finds them as well as a little white box that has a good amount of gauze in it as well as a tube of what appears to be some sort of ointment to put on cuts. The words on the label were like some kind of alien language or something. ]

You're not alone, you know that, right? If you're feeling sad or scared you shouldn't force yourself to be by yourself.

[unwrittenformula]

[N fumbles with the handle for the faucet, but eventually Zoroark steps in to turn it on instead, clawed paw moving easier than N's shaking fingers.]

Why not? Some people deserve to be alone...

[The comment makes the Pokemon whine worriedly at him, but N merely avoids his gaze.]

[kadonamonkey]

No one deserves to be alone! It's the worst kind of punishment.

[ Towels in arm he sits on the tub rim next to N and soaks a towel so he can start washing the blood off his arm. He's careful not to aggravate it too much, this guy didn't seem like he had a very high pain threshold. ]

You don't either.

[unwrittenformula]

[Luckily for Zidane, the lack of pain tolerance silences any argument he might have had to those comments.

But he was more than willing to make noise at the stinging in his arm, hissing and grimacing at it.]

[kadonamonkey]

Almost done, I just wanna make sure there's no glass stuck.

[ Luckily he doesn't see any renegade shards so he pats his arm dry and picks up the little tube of ointment. After squinting at the directions he's relieved that despite the weird container it's used pretty much the same way as old salve he's used to using. ]

This might sting a little, I don't know 'cause I've never used it myself, but the label says it's good for cuts and stuff.

[ He's at least very gentle and he spreads the clearish gel liberally on the wound. That done all he has left is wrapping him up nice and tight with cotton and gauze. ]

[unwrittenformula]

[It doesn't sting nearly as much as cleaning the wound did, and N's hissing protests of pain quiet after that.

The wound bandaged, he holds his arm up and flexes his fingers. Deep as it was, it doesn't seem to have caused any damage to nerves or anything else.

But he's already said thank you to Zidane, and he doesn't know what else to say, so he lowers his hand to his lap and just sits there awkward and quiet.]

[kadonamonkey]

[ Zidane just grins and pats him on the back before he collects up the bloody towels and dumps them in a hamper for someone else to deal with. ]

So... I could go for some lunch, how about you two?

[unwrittenformula]

[hiiiss human contact why do you keep doing this Zidane

N tenses up, frowning in a way that's neither threatening nor angry. It's just sort of... tired. He's been emotionally charged and stretched thin all day and it's like that string of it has finally snapped, leaving him exhausted.]

I suppose...