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metalogs2023-04-08 04:13 pm
effiomsfavorite) wrote in metalogs2023-04-08 04:13 pm
[Closed] Judged By the Company He Keeps
Who: Huvrye effiomsfavorite and those close to him
What: Guess who's finally getting shot!
When: April 14-15
Where: Jason's safehouse, Huvrye's apartment
Content Warnings: Violence, gore, probably some PTSD, further CWs marked in threads as needed
Birds of a Feather (Narrative)
For all that Huvrye has been warning people against associating with the Red Hood, citing just how dangerous the gang leader can be, the consequences of his actions sure do blindside him.
Because he's been associating with the Red Hood - three times over a span of months, but two of them very visible and the third well known in crime circles - and people have noticed. Specifically the D'Amico family, who are only on Huvrye's radar under 'organized crime; do not interact.'
Which is why he's not prepared to find half a dozen of them waiting for him as he lands in an alley just outside of neutral territory, demanding he come with them and brandishing guns when he refuses.
Great. Wonderful.
The fight, such as it is, is mercifully short. There are no metas among the people the D'Amicos sent - they'd probably thought he couldn't do much more than fly, and weren't prepared to face down everything a Lasardhin homunculus is capable of bringing to combat. Two of them are down from broken spines or broken skulls, brick walls cracked and broken from where they'd died on impact. Three are torn apart, missing limbs or chunks of chest or half a head as a result of Huvrye bringing his alchemy to bear. The last has been shot with his own gun.
Huvrye stands, leaning heavily against a wall, covered in blood both his and not, with a pair of gunshot wounds in his gut for his trouble. Great. This is exactly what he needs tonight. With that much gunfire, someone's going to investigate sooner or later, which means he needs to get out of here soon. Neutral territory is close, and with it the Descendant. He can hole up in the safehouse overnight and heal for a bit. He shrugs his jacket off, wraps it tightly around his waist, around the wounds, and ties it off as best he can, and activates the magical disguise hidden under his sleeve. Wings hidden, hair and eyes and ears different, and a full foot shorter in appearance, he heads out of the alley looking like a normal human, walking quickly, pushing through the pain until he makes it to the safehouse (carefully, carefully, making sure he hadn't been followed) and slips inside.
1. Jumpscare (Closed to Dylan)
Thankfully, there'd been no one in the safehouse when Huvrye had arrived, and he'd set about taking care of himself - laying out towels in the corner, cleaning out his wounds as best he can, and applying pressure. He'll heal - it'll take a bit, but he's got enough energy that it'll happen sooner rather than later - but he's not going anywhere else tonight. After a couple of hours, the bleeding stops, and he passes out on top of the towels, fully intending to sleep the wounds off.
He's still very much asleep in the morning...lying on the floor, on bloodied towels, in bloodied clothes. Not the best impression to give anyone heading into the safehouse without context.
2. Just a Flesh Wound (Closed to Huvrye's friends)
He spends the morning recovering in the safehouse (charging his phone, apologizing yet again to Dylan, doing his best to make sure the D'Amicos don't know where he's gone to ground) before he heads home in the early afternoon. He leaves in disguise, drops it to fly back to his neighborhood, and activates another disguise to get in the front door of his apartment building. He sighs heavily when he walks in the door. He needs to clean up. He needs to get something to eat. He needs to rest - the bleeding may have stopped, but it'll still be a bit before his wounds are fully healed. And he needs to talk to quite a few people - he hadn't realized so many people had noticed he'd gone missing.
(It'd only been a day. They cared that much?)
He closes the door behind him and heads towards his room.
[I'm open to Huvrye's friends having heard from other friends about his situation/injury - if we haven't already talked about it and you think yours would know/care, let me know and we'll do a thing!]
effiomsfavorite and those close to himWhat: Guess who's finally getting shot!
When: April 14-15
Where: Jason's safehouse, Huvrye's apartment
Content Warnings: Violence, gore, probably some PTSD, further CWs marked in threads as needed
Birds of a Feather (Narrative)
For all that Huvrye has been warning people against associating with the Red Hood, citing just how dangerous the gang leader can be, the consequences of his actions sure do blindside him.
Because he's been associating with the Red Hood - three times over a span of months, but two of them very visible and the third well known in crime circles - and people have noticed. Specifically the D'Amico family, who are only on Huvrye's radar under 'organized crime; do not interact.'
Which is why he's not prepared to find half a dozen of them waiting for him as he lands in an alley just outside of neutral territory, demanding he come with them and brandishing guns when he refuses.
Great. Wonderful.
The fight, such as it is, is mercifully short. There are no metas among the people the D'Amicos sent - they'd probably thought he couldn't do much more than fly, and weren't prepared to face down everything a Lasardhin homunculus is capable of bringing to combat. Two of them are down from broken spines or broken skulls, brick walls cracked and broken from where they'd died on impact. Three are torn apart, missing limbs or chunks of chest or half a head as a result of Huvrye bringing his alchemy to bear. The last has been shot with his own gun.
Huvrye stands, leaning heavily against a wall, covered in blood both his and not, with a pair of gunshot wounds in his gut for his trouble. Great. This is exactly what he needs tonight. With that much gunfire, someone's going to investigate sooner or later, which means he needs to get out of here soon. Neutral territory is close, and with it the Descendant. He can hole up in the safehouse overnight and heal for a bit. He shrugs his jacket off, wraps it tightly around his waist, around the wounds, and ties it off as best he can, and activates the magical disguise hidden under his sleeve. Wings hidden, hair and eyes and ears different, and a full foot shorter in appearance, he heads out of the alley looking like a normal human, walking quickly, pushing through the pain until he makes it to the safehouse (carefully, carefully, making sure he hadn't been followed) and slips inside.
1. Jumpscare (Closed to Dylan)
Thankfully, there'd been no one in the safehouse when Huvrye had arrived, and he'd set about taking care of himself - laying out towels in the corner, cleaning out his wounds as best he can, and applying pressure. He'll heal - it'll take a bit, but he's got enough energy that it'll happen sooner rather than later - but he's not going anywhere else tonight. After a couple of hours, the bleeding stops, and he passes out on top of the towels, fully intending to sleep the wounds off.
He's still very much asleep in the morning...lying on the floor, on bloodied towels, in bloodied clothes. Not the best impression to give anyone heading into the safehouse without context.
2. Just a Flesh Wound (Closed to Huvrye's friends)
He spends the morning recovering in the safehouse (charging his phone, apologizing yet again to Dylan, doing his best to make sure the D'Amicos don't know where he's gone to ground) before he heads home in the early afternoon. He leaves in disguise, drops it to fly back to his neighborhood, and activates another disguise to get in the front door of his apartment building. He sighs heavily when he walks in the door. He needs to clean up. He needs to get something to eat. He needs to rest - the bleeding may have stopped, but it'll still be a bit before his wounds are fully healed. And he needs to talk to quite a few people - he hadn't realized so many people had noticed he'd gone missing.
(It'd only been a day. They cared that much?)
He closes the door behind him and heads towards his room.
[I'm open to Huvrye's friends having heard from other friends about his situation/injury - if we haven't already talked about it and you think yours would know/care, let me know and we'll do a thing!]
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[The edge of pain in his voice definitely speaks to that.]
I'm guessing Leo called you?
[Did that much work as planned, at least? In case he does actually drop off the face of the planet.]
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[And he sounds so thrilled.]
Evidently the D'Amico family decided I was working with the Red Hood and thought kidnapping me would flush him out. I disagreed.
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I suppose it's too much for me to say that you should try and not let that happen, given how much I do. But I don't normally get shot.
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[How much more concerned does he need to be for Mark's safety? Is this a normal thing around here?]
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[Dude, so much experience.]
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[The fact that it never happened here is something of a relief, but still: he worries about you, Mark.]
[Which is wild, given Mark isn't the one with the bullet holes in this instance, but at least on Huvrye they're survivable.]
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Huvrye, you do NOT get to prod me about that when you're HURT!
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[He sighs - and winces at the movement, ow - and reels it in a bit. He knows Mark is worried about him; he also doesn't particularly want this argument, so he switches tacks.]
Thank you for helping Leo.
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[He waves off the thanks because he doesn't think he helped.]
Come on, sit down. I'm ordering you a meal. Have you patched yourself up fully?
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[He knows it's unhelpful, and yet.]
Not in here. We have a sofa.
[It's less callback humor and more that his room is messy and the living room is not; he and Leo are pretty good at keeping their respective messes contained.]
And yeah. They were through-and-through, so I didn't have to do much.
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You and your allergy to a proper bed, geez. Alright, sofa, but not leaning against the back. And don't just 'it's a through-and-through' at me. I know how that hurts.
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[Because otherwise the wound just heals over with a bullet in it! Ask him how he knows.]
[Mark is definitely concerned about him, but some of it is a little much, given the circumstances.]
Look, they stopped bleeding last night, and nothing short of another attack is going to open them up again - they're just going to hurt until they're done healing. I've been sitting on the couch half the day already. I'll be okay..
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[What can he say that he hasn't already?]
I'm hardier than a human, and this hurts, but it's not even close to killing me. I don't know what else to call you.
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[Hardier doesn't help. The hurt is the concern.]
Just... Just understand people are going to worry about you!
what else to TELL you, man alive that typo
[How does he put this into words? What is he even putting into words? He tends to get medical attention and then recover on his own, if the wounds aren't bad or inconvenient enough to need resetting. He might get some sympathy from the Naabs, but generally he's left to his own devices. But here-]
[It's been nonstop concern, from everyone who knows he got injured, and it's weird.]
[But that's not going to go over well, is it.]
Everyone keeps worrying, even after you all know I'm going to be fine. It's a lot.
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[It should be second nature to understand this. And it makes Mark even more upset about the people who Huvrye had known.]
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[He stops, and puts a hand over his face. There really isn't much he can say to make this better, and a whole lot of things he can say to make it worse; he can at least stop and try to mitigate the damage.]
This is gonna go in circles, isn't it.
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[(He hasn't truly considered the fact that this is because Mark is often right.)]
Okay.
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Thank you. Just... Fuck, I was scared when Leo told me you were missing. More scared when he said you were hurt. You're my best friend here, Huvrye. I don't want to lose you to something so stupid.