museunboxing | Duplicty Threads for sonofadam

(OOC: Thread continued from here.)

I've gotten sick before here. It didn't end well as I got a little... possessive. I ended up trying to force myself on a close friend, but luckily I was stopped.

When Marcus tells Vash to bite down on something he holds up his metal hand with a slight smirk. Biting down on his finger he does groan as the disinfectant is added, but he actually doesn't bite down too far. He's gotten use to the sting and burn of disinfectant by now.

The admission got Marcus to raise his eyebrow a little at his co-worker, mainly because of similar circumstances that had happened between them before. Marcus could have made a comment here but decided to not bring it up. If Vash was remembering too, they could do so individually without saying so.

"Actual sick, or are we talking about another sickness brought on by the city?" He kept talking to keep the plant engaged, knowing that it probably hurt like hell. "Guess you're going to get another scar to add to your collection." Dabbing up the extra rubbing alcohol, Marcus finally started patching the area up with some gauze bandages and called it done.

"You okay to move?" Marcus wanted to move Vash to somewhere more comfortable before seeing what he could do about helping clean up the mess of the apartment, assuming things were still the way they were. With how strange this all happened, Marcus couldn't be sure the makeshift lab area would still be there when they went back into Vash's bedroom. He wasn't even sure where those 'scientists' disappeared to either.

"Another sickness brought on by the city, but I have been sick at home before too." He winces a bit as he shifts a little. "So I can get sick, but it's rare and rarely lasts more than a day or two." He waves a dismissive hand. "I won't even notice a new one."

Carefully Vash stands up with a nod of his head. His legs felt weak, but he's run out of cities on much more damage than this. Not that it was pleasant regardless of the injury. "Yeah, I'm okay." His eye glance towards the door. Swallowing down as he tries to mentally prepare himself to see that operating table again. That is the problem with an apartment that is only one room and a bathroom. There will be no escaping that table.

If that table was still there. Strange happenings were going on all around the city, and many of them appear and disappear without a trace of where they came from or where they went off to. Hopefully, this was going to be similar.

"Here, put your arm around me, and I'll help you up." Mindful of the newly stitched areas, Marcus gingerly helped Vash forward, willing to take on some of the man's weight amd bending over slightly to account for their heights.

"You have any idea what the hell happened out there?" Because, yeah, one room apartments didn't suddenly turn into a science lab overnight. "You looked like you knew those people."

Vash tries to not put too much weight on Marcus, but he does accept the help. Leaning slightly against the man as he attempts to put as little strain on his new stitches as he can manage.

"Yes and no? They're no one I know, but I see them often in my nightmares. Just-- doctors and scientists. No I know by name or face." The bad news is when they open the door the table is still there. Still slick with Vash's blood. The scientists at least have not returned and his couch is still there unchanged.

There was a soft sign from Marcus when he helped Vash out and noticed that the table was still where it was, bloody and annoyingly out of place. He really hoped they didn't have to dismantle it in order to get rid of it because he wasn't sure it would fit through the doorway otherwise.

"Is that... How you got some of your scars?" Marcus helped Vash down onto the couch, making sure to settle the other man so he faced away from the macabre scene. When Vash was made as comfortable as he could, Cain went back to grab Vash the nearly finished bottle of alcohol and handed it back to him. "You need anything else right now?"

"No--" Now that wasn't exactly true. "I mean, not really. A couple are from overzealous doctors who got curious with how quickly I could heal, but not the majority of my scars are from things like... this. And those doctors didn't have the equipment that seems to have been left behind my apartment."

Gratefully Vash takes a long swig of the booze before looking back at the table. "An axe? Or a really big hammer for smashing?" He jokes. Also feeling pretty sure that table wasn't going to fit through the door if it didn't come apart.

Marcus gave Vash an arched eyebrow. "How about a screwdriver?" He knew all too well the experience of a table like that personally from his own run in with overzealous scientists intent on discovering the secret to his immortality. Given, there had been times through the ages where he volunteered hoping they could discover it and help him destroy it, but he doubted Vash had the same reasons.

"I might be able to take apart parts of it if I can dismantle some of the mounts." Since most of the table looked like it was sturdier than what a hammer can crack at, he doubted either of those items, jokingly said or not, would do it much damage.

"Let's hope it disappears on its own soon, because otherwise you're down one bed."

"I'll just sleep on the couch if my bed doesn't come back or go stay with my brother for a bit." Seeing as there is no way Vash's lanky body could fit on the small couch.

"Do you think the table would fit through the window?" He asks knowing full well it will not.

"If it won't fit the door, good luck with the window," Marcus pointed out after a glance to the small opening. "Plus I'm pretty sure it's dangerous to throw solid pieces of tables out of windows."

Marcus got up to walk over to the table, while pulling out the phone to give work a call. In all their morning excitement, it had slipped his mind completely. Explaining that an emergency situation happened and neither he nor Vash could make it in to work today, Cain hung up then went back to studying the literally bloody thing.

"If you have the tools, I might be able to take it apart."

"I could shoot it." He offers unhelpfully. Laying back down onto the couch. "Or we could use some gunpowder. I have lots of that."

That got Marcus to turn his head with a very dubious look on his face. "Why would you have lots of gunpowder?"

He looked back at the table. "In order to use enough for it to work on this, I think your flat might have to go with it. No screwdrivers? ... Magic?" In this world, who knew. Maybe plants had secret magic Vash didn't tell him of yet.

Vash waves his hand towards his dresser where his holster containing his gun is hanging off of a half open drawer full of socks. Feeling too tired to sit up and properly point at it. "For my guns. I make my own bullets sometimes because gunpowder can be cheaper than prepared ammunition."

He considers Marcus's question about magic. His brother can make blades out of his body, but... "No magic. You?"

"You know how to make bullets?" Or have the equipment to do it. But Vash, having been in the city as long as he had, made sense that he would know where to go for such things. It was only a matter of connections, and it was true that those would be cheaper.

"But do you need that much bullets?"

Slowly Marcus shook his head. "No, no magic either. You need anything else right now? I already called in work, they won't be expecting us anymore."

"Yeah, I do. A lot of people do where I'm from." Most people had guns in their hands before they know how to walk where Vash is from.

He sighs in relief when he hears about not having to go into work. "I-- I don't know." He takes a deep breath and lets it out. "I think maybe I should get out of here."

"In your current state?" Yet Marcus took a glance at the crime scene behind Vash and he could almost understand. Perhaps this was pretty traumatic and anywhere would be better for Vash than here.

"I doubt I still have access to my place in the Downs, so if you want to go somewhere, we're going to need to either head into the Up or find somewhere public." Marcus might have his bike here with him, but he didn't think Vash should be on the road too long, even riding double. "If you can promise me you won't fall off the bike, let's see if we can get you out of here."

"Why don't you have access anymore?" He carefully sits up with a small wince. "And I wouldn't fall off. My best friend back home rides bikes and I haven't fallen off----- recently."

"It's been over a month since I lived there ever since I moved out to the Up," Marcus explained. He didn't do an official move, but he didn't think they'd keep an empty place around for a sub. This wasn't that sort of place.

"And when was the last time you rode a bike?" He seemed to recall Vash mentioning he had been in this world for at least two years as well.

"We could go to your place in the Up? If we need to." Vash suggests. Getting to his feet and moving towards his boots.

"And it wasn't that long ago!" Not when you compare it to the rest of his life.

"Can you move that far?" Vash was pretty battered, and while Marcus believed he was no regular human, he didn't think he was a quick healer. He could be wrong.

"Let's get you up first. We can decide where to go after we get out of here." He moved to help Vash up, offering him any help he might need, like a shoulder if necessary.

"I've been through worse. There was one time I was in a building when it collapsed and I was still able to leave town." Which was completely different, but Vash didn't really care. "Just might need help moving up and down stairs."

"Building's not collapsing here and you don't have a town to leave to." Marcus could have carried him, probably, but Vash looked like he could remain vertical on his own. Good enough, he'll just lend his shoulder then.

"Watch your step." He helped Vash into his coat and they were on their way. Thankfully he parked his bike close, but damn that these Down buildings didn't have elevators. "Good to know you're a tough nut to kill though. I like that in a person."

Vash very much appreciates that shoulder to lean on. "It's because I have a hard head. I've been called rock headed before." Vash glances at the bike. A part of him wants to groan that it's not a car he can just rest and fall asleep in, but he's still thankful that they're not walking.

Cain couldn't really afford a car. He wouldn't want one either, a bike was easier to park and more freeing than a convertible ever could be. He did offer Vash his helmet though, just in case that hard head needed the extra protection if he fell off the bike in his state.

"Try not to fall off. You okay if we find somewhere outdoor?"

"I like being outdoors. I won't fall off." He takes the helmet and considers it for a couple seconds. "Don't you need this? I think you should wear it."

Duplicty Threads for sonofadam

CW: Violence, medical experimentation, injury, mentoin of past noncon attempt

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