Gifts and things [Active/Open]

[fracturedsoul]

Characters: Dirk Strider, open to anyone
Format: Whatever you prefer
This log is: open
Location: Around Rakuen
Warnings: Strider language

After shenanigans at Recette's shop, Dirk has some deliveries to make -- memory charms for Dave and Sis, and memory charms plus upgrades and those Prospit dreaming pendants for Jake and Jane.

Aw man, and movie night is tonight also... He's gonna be busy today.

Throughout the day, he can be found around Fortitude and Rakuen, and lurking about outside the borders of Conquest.


((OOC: A separate, mingling-type log will go up later in the week for the movie night thing. Keep an eye out! ))

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[fracturedsoul]

[ Dirk takes a look down and actually flinches. Wow, shit. ]

You're sure taking it in stride.

[bloodbrother]

No pun intended?

[He puts a hand on Dirk's shoulder.] Mind leading me over to that bench? [points with that book like it's a paperback]

[fracturedsoul]

You underestimate me.

Sure. [ He puts a hand on Sam's shoulder and guides him over to the nearby bench to sit down. ] You seem pretty tough. Your foot gonna be okay?

[bloodbrother]

[He sits down and starts untying the shoe. Some blood is coming up around his sock.] Yeah. I'll be fine. I had a good meal this morning, and I've mostly been out of the sun so I'm more or less at 100%.

[He puts a hand on the heel, ready to pull the shoe off. Stops.] Uh. This is going to look like a crime scene. If you don't want to see I won't judge you.

[fracturedsoul]

[ He just shrugs. ] I can handle a little blood. Let's see it.

[bloodbrother]

[Not too sure, but he goes for it. Crime scene indeed. The sock's kind of dangling like a half-filled sausage. And his socks are white.]

And to think once upon a time I'd be in a screaming heap on the ground.

[He sets his foot on the ground and starts edging the sock off.] It'll be fine in a few minutes. Here. Stand between the sun and my foot. You'll get to see something cool.

[fracturedsoul]

Dicksicles. How much does that book weigh?

[ But he moves between the sun and Sam's foot, staring down curiously. He's really glad he's not squeamish, because fuck this is bad. ]

[bloodbrother]

[And when the sun's off of it, it starts to fix itself.] If it were nighttime, it would already be back to normal. Those shoes will never be the same, but I'll be fine soon. [With the sock off, the lost-cause tissue is fading to dust and is being replaced, while in other places it's filling out to a normal foot again.]

[fracturedsoul]

[ Huh. Dirk just watches curiously. ]

Be lying if I said I wasn't jealous of those regenerative properties.

[bloodbrother]

[Frowns a little.] I had to give up a lot to get it. So try to contain yourself. [time for Sam to do what he does best: awkward]

Is your nose okay?

[fracturedsoul]

Yeah, I know. I'm not willing to make a sacrifice of that level just yet.

[ He rubs at the side of his nose at the reminder. ] Yeah. It doesn't hurt anymore.

[bloodbrother]

Good. On both counts, actually.[Nod.]

[In another few moments, his foot is back to normal. He picks up the sock and shoe and idly licks his own blood off of his fingers before he picks the book up again.] Thanks for your help.

[fracturedsoul]

No problem. I guess I just owe you one from yesterday.

[bloodbrother]

That's just another part of my job, unfortunately. Things can get dramatic in the ER for reasons completely unrelated to medical issues. It's something I'm used to dealing with.