yogen | narumin rescue squad

[ There are intruders in his home bossing him around, how did it come to this... Narumi still looks wildly perturbed (he doesn't have perturbed icons so just pretend) but he does lower the gun and take a step back out into the hallway, very obviously weighing the options of grabbing a first aid kit versus running away and calling the cops while he's far enough. ]

I'll... call an ambulance.

[ He feels like that's a fair compromise, saving Shin and at the same time getting the hell away from here and asking the authorities to take care of this. ]

Oh no you don't!

[ The lowered gun only emboldens her further. Her faith on the reliability of healthcare in someone's dream...is absolute zero! The person they need to save is right before their eyes...and if he runs away now, this will all be for nothing. Sara can't do anything more for Sou until Clamor gets healing, so that means they just have to make sure Narumi can't escape.]

Narumi Ito, we're here to help you, so stay right where you are! If you go running off then this is all going to be for nothing, ugh.

[ He shot the wrong person smh... this home intruder will boss him around forever. ]

[Okay, there's Sara doing that thing she does; took a bit but things feel a bit more on their equilibrium. A confused jolt (ow, again) from being yell-apologized at (???) takes some tension with it when it relaxes.]

Sometime... this month would be great.

[And it would get that gun Narumi's still holding away too, Shin is Very Aware of that weapon despite the shock marinating his brain right now, he's fine with it not getting any closer even with the ostensible possible press-ganged intent to help and the fact that, well, it's ranged. Cops feel like some nebulous, hypothetical, future-Shin problem in comparison, especially since he has no idea the other group has jacked up the GTA V wanted meter.]

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Help me with what...?

[ There's a kid with a knife? A man with a monocle? These strangers know his name, which movies tell him is because somebody's put a hit on him and the smartest thing to do is gun them all down where they stand.

...He looks like he's going to be sick, honestly.

So all he ends up doing is to inch back a little further. Phone's just down the hall. It takes half a second to punch in 119. He can make it. ]

[The barrier fades once the gun is lowered. Clamor has no clue what this ambulance thing is, but from Sara's reaction it might be... bad? Whatever, he's just not going to worry about it right now.

Sou needs treatment, but again, let's not get to the delicate part until we're sure no one else is going to get shot. He sighs, looking down to briefly shoot Sou an apologetic look.] Sorry about this.

Spirits of Shadow and Earth, heed my call. I, Clamor Ventus, ask that you please bind this man before me so that no harm will come to him... thank you.

[and that is the world's most polite binding hex directed at Narumi, actually. here's hoping he's too confused to try running before his feet get glued to the floor.

... and then, assuming that works, Clamor is going to crouch down and try to remember how to treat a bullet wound, y'all have too much faith in his medical skills]

[ You know how when you're backpedaling for your life and suddenly your feet get stuck on the ground and you fall backwards onto your ass? This is what happens. ]

[ Sara isn't really sure what Clamor just did to make Narumi trip, but he's here with Sou now, so she finally stops death gripping his shoulder so Clamor can take a better look. ]

Hang in there, okay?

[ If Narumi dropped his gun when he fell, Sara is going to try and grab it before he can. If not, she just stands above him and thinks really really hard about how she's going to disarm some older teen. ]

Help you with everything! Clean up this room, first of all! It's a mess! [ Her hands are all bloody, and she's trying to wipe them off on the nice white soul sweater, and thinking about what that represents spiritually is ???? ] There's so much to explain...but I'm your underclassman at school and you're in a coma. We're in your head. So...pretty please stop shooting us and wake up? Aren't you in that cult with Hikaru-san, you understand this stuff, right?

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[I'm gonna be nice and say there's a clear exit wound so nobody involved in treatment has to play a game of 'where'd the bullet go'. No dramatically digging it out while Shin bites down on something either, alas.

For a hot second Shin thinks he's the target of the spell and braces himself for... whatever's going to happen... and then Narumi falls over. Huh. That's pretty clever actually and the internal suspicious regard meter goes up a few notches regarding Clamor, because that's just what happens when someone's good at things in front of him, dwbi. He looks up as Sara stands up to get the gun... that's good... that's one thing solved... she already has one anyway...]

C-can't make any promises...

[You know, zero percent and all. But he is going to try, he's trying right now, and very hard. He very cautiously watches as Clamor crouches down in front of him to inspect the wound, chest rising and falling, tipping to the side a little as one of the scarf arms shifts and then hurriedly moves back to propping him up.]

... Sara, I don't think you're supposed to tell him all of that. [he's no oneiromancer but ??? he's pretty sure you don't just tell someone they're dreaming... does it matter if they're incapable of waking him up anyway? is this going to cause some weird mental trauma later?? welp too late to take it back so maybe they just... hope for the best

Thank El there's no bullet still in there because Clamor has no idea how to safely dig one out, guns aren't something Noah has had to deal with often. He grimaces at the wound now that he's looking at it more closely, but... really, it's not that bad, he's just not used to being a healer. He forces on a smile, trying to be reassuring in face of Sou's clear anxiety.]

Healing isn't my specialty, but I can at least stop the bleeding... hold still, okay?

[He supports Sou's back with one hand while the other is held over the wound, a tiny cluster of star-like lights gathering around his fingertips... there's a warm, soothing numbness that begins to spread, flesh knitting itself back together from within. something something they're souls in a mindscape so it's a lot easier than it would normally be, he'll be fine. The bleeding stops after awhile and there's still a wound to cover up, it probably still hurts, but it's a little less painful and he's not at risk of keeling over.]

[Honestly it's the forced more than the smile that acts as reassurement. If Clamor had absolutely nailed 'calm and reassuring' he'd only have been more anxious, someone got into his wiring and switched things backwards for fun.

He holds still, very still, not sure what this will entail exactly but... it feels nice, actually, the warmth going beyond the sticky mess that at least this time won't need laundry tags and the numbness overlaying the distinct feeling this should be really, really itchy. The sensation and stars come to a stop, the pain seeping back in although less bad, more of a warning 'if you move this I will Yell' ache now and slowly, testing the waters-ly, Shin pulls his hand away from it with a subdued sense of wonder.]

Ahaha... [Oh hey, his lungs don't hate him doing that as much now, nice.] S-so that's what it's like... not your specialty, huh?

[He's going to get a bit of a false impression of just what Clamor's healing magic can do from this. If he could figure out how to do this, imagine... but Clamor didn't even say or draw anything this time.

He's going to try and slowly get up, wobblingly, because all that blood is not in him anymore and he feels lightheaded and like everything is hilarious as the crash starts to happen on top of that. At least one scarf arm has to snap out and brace on the wall, and he gets out from the hand on his back as soon as possible. He's still looking sweaty and pale with the tracks of automatic pain-tears still there, right arm dangling, and basically Some Way in general, but he's upright.]

Err... thank you.

[Manners, right. Can't hurt. Just in case.]

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[There may have been some soft muttering, almost more like a song than what you'd expect from an incantation... but yeah, no, Clamor is pleasantly surprised as well. Maybe... he's better at healing than he thought?

or it's the whole ghost-dream-memory thing. please do not bring dying people to him in the future.

He would've offered a hand, but Sou is already getting up on his own before he has a chance. At least he seems to be feeling better... Clamor stands back up as well, feeling a lot better himself now that one of their group isn't bleeding out on the floor.]

Normally I just work with spirits, but I guess this is close enough. [except they're artificial spirits... for making automatic brooms and candles and stuff... turns out all those extra classes he dabbled in for "fun" were more useful than his major, rip] You're welcome.

[what da narumin doin]

[ He's lying on the ground, hands clasped over his stomach and staring up at the ceiling like if he's quiet enough, they'll forget he exists and will leave and everything will be okay again. ]

Are you ignoring me??

[ Hi Sou, great to see you're alive Sou. She's giving big mental thumbs up over at Clamor in her mind. She won't even punch you later!]

[ Maybe... if he plays dead long enough... ]

I can make him talk, if you need me to.

[ He can be helpful too, let him help ]

...We don't need him to.

[He's loping up with his hand pressed on his shoulder and a pained tautness to his face still, keeping more to Sara's side than Hanako's and looking down at the pretending-they-aren't-there Narumi with a touch of 'mood'. Let's not stab someone, or punch them, or pistol-whip them, or... sic Clamor on them? Anyway, let's not, even if some part of him very unhappy about the bullet wound is going 'no, no, i want to see where this goes.', that silhouette lag time increasing at the disjunct because they're all not-so-living metaphors here right now and maybe something just got knocked a little looser.]

It's not like he's going anywhere at the moment... [Thanks to Clamor. And he's no longer got the weapon. It doesn't look like he knows anything about what's going on in any case either.] Unless we need to do anything with him, it's just a matter of finding more pieces and bringing them here, isn't it?

[A sidelong look at Hanako like 'right? mr who's supposed to know how this thing is supposed to be done?']

Let's not do anything that will traumatize the poor boy further. [hanako bls, hasn't narumin suffered enough]

That said... we didn't come here to collect anything. We're just here to look, remember? [They can't search for any soul pieces until they know Narumi's "heart". It would make sense that Narumi himself would be close to anything like that, so they should probably stick close to him instead of wandering off on their own.

... so, like, maybe they should work on improving this awful first impression.]

It's a little late, but... sorry for the intrusion? We would've knocked, but, aha... [spawned in a closet, what else were they supposed to do]

[ God... How did he get himself into this mess? It's a school night. He just wanted to go to bed early for once, but now there are burglars in his room telling him he's in a coma and ???

"We don't need him" aka "he's useless, dispose of him" Narumi knows from the movies exactly what Shin means by this; he really should have shot to kill the guy when he had the chance. Okay. Okay. Breathe. He's gotten out of this before. ]

What do you want...? I don't have any money, but I'll comply with your demands. Just don't hurt my family.

Oh, Hanako, seems like you didn’t need to do anything!

[ Narumi talked so Sara gets to praise Hanako for his helpful efforts. Good boy, good boy. Pats his head. ]

Narumi-senpai…

[ She stares at him for a moment. Nothing she’s saying is getting through his preconceived notions…so what can she do? Show him they mean no harm presumably. But how? What would she want, if she was in his shoes? ]

…Ok! [ Sara claps her hands to get the groups attention. ] Let’s go then! We don’t want anything from you, senpai, just to help. So we can just go. Can you point me to the door?

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[ Oh thank the lord they're leaving ]

Go downstairs and make a left. You'll have to undo the latch before you can open the door.

[ ...

He gives an experimental wiggle of his foot. Nope, still stuck. ]

Will this wear off soon? If not... can one of you bring my blanket over here...

[ Please he just wants to sleep ]

Oh! Sorry, let me get that for you.

[responsible mages know how to undo their own curses, so instead of leaving Narumi to sleep on the floor he'll dispel the dreaded feet-glue hex. there is probably another "please" and "thank you" in whatever the dispelling incantation is, Clamor is just like this.

he also bends down to offer Narumi a hand up. he'll be really sad if he's rejected...]

I suppose we'll be off, then. Although... [something's kinda bugging him, now that they don't have a person dying and he can actually take a second to think about it. his smile falters.] Are you home alone tonight, Narumi? That gun shot was pretty loud... shouldn't one of your family members have come up to make sure you're okay?

[ ...okay, the pleases and thank yous are enough to convince Narumi that Clamor won't immediately snap his wrist if he takes his hand, so he accepts that help back up onto his feet.

Ah... He caught that, huh. ]

It's just me right now. I had a dog, but when I came back one day, the lock on the front door was broken, so he either ran away... or somebody took him. If you guys come across a Japanese spitz... His name is Satou.

[ it means sugar ]

[Ok, instructions for getting out aquired and like Sara hoped, Narumi suddenly becomes infinitely more agreeable now that they’ve agreed to leave. Maybe enough they can actually talk to him, or poke around his house on the way out.

Ah…speaking of leaving. She has something to do.

While Clamor frees their (not) hostage, Sara gives them her most polite beaming smile, turns and darts back towards the closet. It’s not hard with the door open to start digging around for one of dear sweet Narumins coats and toss it at the still bloodstained Sou. ]

Put this on so nobody gets in trouble ok? I’ll return it later! [ She’ll take her own sweater off and carry it, and no dream cops will see a couple of bloodstained young adults running out of Narumi’s house. ]

Are you feeling better, Sou? I…I didn’t know doing this would get so dangerous.

[ HE KNEW THEY WERE BURGLARS

Don't just put— blood is so hard to wash off-

hhhhhh ]

Sorry... [ This is at Shin, who he did shoot, however justified he felt at the time. ] I have extra clothes if you wanted to change. It'll probably be more comfortable than just covering up with a coat. Blood should be washed off quickly before it sets, too...

[ He has plenty of experience washing blood off his clothes. He knows how it can be. ]

[Completely unaware of how yakuza movie he'd just come off, Shin's likewise decided to leave Clamor as the official smoothing things overer in favor of pacing over to the desk and leaning most of his weight on both it and the wall, moonlight from the window falling across him.

And then a coat hits him in the face, his free hand reflexively coming up, the scarf ends curving up in consternation before falling back down as he lowers the coat to look over the sadly already bloodstained (sorry Narumi) fluff at Sara.]

...N-not like I'm dying at least. Clamor's magic really is something, isn't it. Ahaha...

...

[He knew this could get dangerous, lethal, from his experiences on the fourth floor, braced for it but... he wasn't expecting it to escalate so quickly either, no chance to think or negotiate or try to escape. He's trying not to think about how the other group is doing, because there's no way to know and nothing to be done right now, it's not helpful.]

Having second thoughts, Sara?

[Like a sentence with the same words and wildly different meanings and levels of occlusion dependent on tone... it's not pointed at all, said over his customary if slightly strained smile. He lifts up the coat with the arm it's draped over shaking a little; it's a heavy coat, and he's lost a lot of blood, and that's just what happens when you start cooling down from a tense situation sometimes; clearly contemplating how exactly to do this. One of the scarf ends twitches and then the other as he tries to move them deliberately instead of letting them do their thing while also not thinking about the implications of it, but they're really not well-suited to this sort of task. He gets one arm in a sleeve and then is kind of stuck, staring at his shoulder, arm, scarf arm and coat arm with equations around his head when Narumi speaks and it lifts.]

Right... just a new shirt'd be good... [He can take off and bundle up his jacket so the blood's not visible maybe; he's not leaving it even if this is a soulscape and it doesn't really matter, but he's not emotionally attached to his shirts. He also knows the woes of getting blood out of things.] That'll be my problem now, won't it... since it's my blood?

[Awkward laundry acquaintances ended at Atsushi now the guy who shot me is my commiserator. But no, this is his soft warm unco-operative coat now, fair's more than fair. You shot him. He's wound-licked it.]

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