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museunboxing2021-03-06 03:09 pm
goldenglasses) wrote in museunboxing2021-03-06 03:09 pm
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(OOC: Continuing from here)
You can't cut me off! That would just be rude and you're a nice guy. Nice guy wouldn't cut me off!
You can't cut me off! That would just be rude and you're a nice guy. Nice guy wouldn't cut me off!
Edited 2021-03-06 04:58 (UTC)
CW: Violence, medical experimentation, injury, mentoin of past noncon attempt
goldenglasses
2021-03-06 05:08 am (UTC)(link)
(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.
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.
"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.
Me! I told me and I happen to know that I am a reputable source sometimes!
"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.
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."
"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."
MAYBE! But I also say you're a good guy so HA! Now you have to live with that!
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.
"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?"
"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?"
I know what I'm saying and it is that you're very nice and super cute.
"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.
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 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 need help drinking more is what I need!
Edited 2021-03-15 11:17 (UTC)
"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.
"Do you think the table would fit through the window?" He asks knowing full well it will not.
You need to call yourself a cab and come drink with me!
"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."
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."
Ooooh~~~ Tied up? Kinky! Why didn't you say so! I'll let you get back to 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.
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.
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