[OPEN Mingle] - Sorry Ethlyn

[murderingjustice]

Who: Everyone involved in recent player plot
Where: Ethlyn's clinic
What: SO! Silly little Organ Hunt didn't go as well as everyone thought, huh? This is Hospital Mingle where people who were injured one way or another during Gogol's shenanigans and their CR can go over it all.
Warnings: Mentions of death, injuries (both physical and mental), talk about medical procedures, drugs, hallucinations etc.

and maybe even snuggling happening on Shinji's bed, ew.

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[bonobos]

[ oh, shit. he raises his hands in surrender, backing up just a bit.

but also-- hot? yeah, that's hot. ]

Alright, alright! I'll just keep it between us. There's nothing wrong with havin' a boytoy, yanno...

[ he glances over at shinji somewhat pointedly. wow. okay, time to pivot before she kills him. ]

But yeah, the death threat tells me you're in good health again. How the hell did you get got, anyways?

[cursegod]

[OH? "Boytoy"? Sha-Ming may notice when his gaze is back on her that her fingernails have grown into dagger-like claws. A fun little shape-shifting trick! Good for him for catching onto the necessary topic switch.]

Yeah, pretty much.

[But hey, that question gets her thinking for a moment. Visibly tapping her chin then finally--]

I took a nap after the city hall was blown up...then I woke up to everything missing.

[Timeline is a bit hazy for her, but that's the most detail he's going to get.]

[bonobos]

[ whew, he's placated the beast for the meantime. he most certainly notices the claws; they pique his interest, the detail burrowing into his brain for reference.

then silence. ]

...So ya just...went to sleep and woke up without your organs?

[ he blinks. ]

Man, maybe you need to move in with your cuddlebug or somethin'. That's crazy! [ a beat. ] Just gonna cut to the case, what are ya exactly? I'm not judgin'; I think it's kinda hot, actually, but I'm curious considering whatever the hell was in your body managed to fuck me up real good.

[cursegod]

["Cuddlebug" has Dara sputtering, but being called hot has her aspirating on her own spit for a split second. At least he's asking a relevant question that she can distract herself with. Lip curling, she practically sneers at him--]

Of course you got fucked up. I'm a curse god, it's what I do.

[And yet here she is oh-so-tenderly taking care of her "cuddlebug". Not exactly supporting her image. Then again, has he met any sort of naga that could split their tail into several and twist them to form human-shaped legs.]

[bonobos]

A curse god? [ a raise of the brow--

before he busts out laughing. ]

Damn, I didn't know Gods were like-- real? [ a beat. ] I mean, that's not what's funny, I just... didn't expect them to do stuff like, yanno...

Start acting like touch starved 'lil teddybears the second they like someone.

[ he is UTTERLY amused by this. ]

When I touched yer lungs, I saw someone -- some hot chick...seemed kind of like a bitch though. Not that I mind, that's totally my type... but what was the deal with that?

[cursegod]

[Dara appears completely flabbergasted as Sha-Ming just stands there and absolutely roasts her. She looks like she has a fiery retort planned as several of her hands turn into fists-- except the moment that a certain bitch is mentioned. Dara's face goes completely blank...

Then the lights go out. Pitch black.

It's only two seconds, but the god is suddenly looming over him; the fake legs have multiplied in an instant, filling out the hem of her gown as they raise her up. A set of arms shoot towards his face, clutching his skull with an iron grip while her claws prick at his scalp. Her gaze spells death with black veins encroaching upon the whites of her eyes, and her mouth splits too wide for the whisper that comes out:]

Did she say my name?

[He better hope his answer is correct because her mouth remains open at the end of the question...and opening wider by the second. At least he gets to see the impressive set of teeth and the classic forked tongue.

Probably not the wisest idea to mess with her while she's still recovering.]

[bonobos]

[ he expects some kind of retribution--

but not this.

arms tighten around his skull, watching as her face contorts in real time; it's uncanny, unlike anything he's ever seen. his blood freezes over, body quaking ever so slightly in her grasp-- ]

If you're her sister, then... yeah.

[ a long pause. ]

For what it's worth... I think you're way hotter than she is?

1/2

[cursegod]

[She did, did she?

Then that means she needs to get rid of this man. It's for the best that her human name doesn't get out, especially if the true god inside her were to ever come across that knowledge. There would be no coming back, no way for Seimei to piece her back together. Because the real Yamatagi Madara would make sure to end her existence as his seal.

Another set of hands grabs his shoulders, and there's a soft pop as Dara's jaw unhinges to allow for her mouth to encompass the size of his head--]

[cursegod]

[Thankfully he has stumbled upon a potential repellent: compliments. Particularly bewildering compliments.

The lights turn off and on again, and in that same time the powerful grip releases.

Dara's back to normal by Shinjiro's bedside as if nothing happened...and grabbing a loose pillow to hurl at Sha-Ming's face. (Whether he can handle the monstrous strength behind it is another thing entirely.)]

Don't make this weird.

[bonobos]

[ wow. this is it, isn't it? he's going to die now, and he's helpless to it. she dwarfs him, an he's a speck of dust in the cosmos by contrast, a prey cowering in the shadow of a predator. his heart is beating in his ears--

until she shrinks back, seated next to her little boyfriend as if nothing had ever happened.

okay.

the pillow takes him out. sha-ming practically goes careening against the wall and then reorients himself, rubbing at his cheek. ]

...The hell, man!?

[ UGH. this city never stops, does it. ]

I'm just sayin'...the snake thing is cool. And attractive, ok? Nothing to kill me over, damn.

[ "what the hell are you, exactly?" is not the question to ask in this moment, but his curiosity is getting the better of him. ]

If someone as strong as you could almost get killed, we're all kinda doomed, huh?