headmt | PC: BEAU + CALEB

[mystery cyoa runner like "i have ways to deal with caleb"]

Was there any sort of theme to it or was it just running around trying to find people? [caleb is clean enough now, but beau is going to insist he change clothes later, at the very least. fussing!!!]

[Molly just looks even more confused. Not at the Caleb is crazy part. That he knows. But all of that out of context just makes no sense at all.

Anyway, reaching over to sort of. Pick at Caleb's coat.]

You should change. [This is not a suggestion.] And maybe start at the beginning.

It's fine.

[No, he's not making much sense, just picking out the parts he's pissed at.]

. . . I think it was Ichiro's memories?

Not fine.

[...]

What?

Not fine.

[...]

What?

[Shrugging.]

You know how everything he says about the place he's from sounds bad but also makes no sense? Like that. We got magical microphones and if you said things into them you could hurt people. It was stupid.

[she just looks so dry at this.]

That... sounds stupid. Okay, but like, how did you guys manage to hurt each other, were you testing the mics or something?

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You're going to have to keep going, I'm afraid.

[Grimacing. Okay, here's where it gets. More stupid.]

Well. At first, it was - we got separated, and that's where "Beauregard" came and tried to yell into her mic at me instead of punching. I'm not sure what was supposed to happen with that, but. . . her eyes kept turning black, which was sort of a theme. I wondered if it was maybe. . . some sort of bigger clue.

But after that it was, uhm. Hostages. People that we knew. So for me, Veth. [A glance at Molly.] Uhm, Nott. For Byleth it was her father. . . he died, I think, and they were offering to let her save him. I'm not so sure for Dimitri and Rupert, because Byleth and I were on a team and they were on a team.

But we had to do the uhm - the battles, like Ichiro does. Somehow we all sort of knew how to? And then the things we said turned into spells. So Dimitri's song mentioned wanting to cut out my throat. . .

[Imagine me writing all these angst tags and sitting on the fact that these are rap battle injuries. God.]

[you guys RAP BATTLED I'M

beau looks a little upset at the idea of veth being a hostage, but - it wasn't real. she's not actually here. it's... fine. she also absently rubs at her eye.]

Fuck. [she says, after a moment.] And yours had something to do with fire, I assume.

[I really struggled picking an icon for this because there's no ???????? emotion strong enough. Anyway really embarrassing for you Caleb that you let Dimitri of all people defeat you in rap battle.]

Fuck.

[...]

I assume that didn't turn out well for anyone?

[Who says Dimitri won?]

Byleth. . . [He seems to be considering what to say, but he trusts these two.] It hit her harder. She wanted to save her father, and I didn't. . . [He's not the guy who can tell you your crazy plan to resurrect your dead parents is a bad idea.]

When we saw how much damage it was doing, I think Dimitri and I started to . . . but Rupert first, he used his turn to heal me. I think that's when it turned around. I'd be dead except for that, and we decided to stop, but Byleth was, uhm, very determined to get to our hostages. We turned all our efforts to stopping the person who was running things. More eyes turning to black and creepy illusions.

[hey guess who isn't a fan of the eye stuff probably all of them

she pulls her knees to her chest as she listens.]

Rupert is a good dude. [...] You managed to stop it?

[It isn't great! If anything it's less bad for Molly, who's got no idea about the eye stuff other than they have them.

Trying to just ease the coat off Caleb if he doesn't react too strongly to it. It is so gross ... they're gonna switch this couch back eventually and its just gonna be blood couch ... ]

These places are very good at fucking with heads.

[He does react strongly to it! But only because he has to dive for one of the pockets and pulls out a cocoon. Once he's holding that in his hands, he'll let Molly take the coat.]

We managed.

[we managed. she watches molly take the coat from him, and then turns her head to look at caleb again. her fingers sort of twitch.]

Are you injured anywhere else?

[He doesn't know what to do with this now, so just tossing it somewhere. It's fine. No one will steal it.]

If you need more healing, we can use the other thing you've got.

Ah. . . yes, a little. Bruised mostly, maybe a few cuts? Nothing serious, nothing worth using the healing on.

[Bringing his hand to touch his throat.]

Save the healing, then. For now. Just in case we need it tomorrow or... next week.

[she hates the implications of that! wow! anyway. she scoots closer and rests her arm against caleb's, watching molly throw the coat.]

I'm assuming we're all going to get herded back to our dorms tonight, which I'm especially not a fucking fan of today.

[That's probably as much as he can peer pressure strip him in the common room, but at least it's a little better, maybe?]

Probably! I fucking forgot about that. Shite.

[He will lean against her, wow. It's still touch week and he seems to have gotten over his aversion.]

It's alright. Just a bad day, but none of it amounted to much in the end.

[oh, well in that case she just leans on him a little heavier, rubbing at her face.]

None of you even got anything for all that? [... holds out her hand for molly too? a pile of crit roles on the fall couch, covered in various amounts of blood. sounds about right.]

[He keeps like. Getting up and pacing around the room and the coming to sit back down, it's probably super annoying! But sure, once pile of crit roles starts, he'll actually sit still - flopping back onto the couch on the other side of Caleb and leaning his shoulder against him. Beau's hand will get his tail winding around her arm. Wow. A friend.]

It's not alright. It's fucked up. Fuck this place.

Rupert did, I think. I didn't really get a look.

[Sorry, he is useless. But accepting this slightly bloody cuddle puddle.]

Fuck this place, absolutely. I mean that I am fine, you don't. . . you don't need to be this concerned.

... I'll see him later, then. Tell you guys later.

[she settles, absently holding onto molly's tail, head on caleb's shoulder.]

Anyway, you walked out of the woods with a slit throat so fuck you, I'll be as concerned as I want.

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