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[ open ] Quest Catch-all!

Who: Guren Ichinose & Various
Where: All around town
When: The month of September!
What: QUEST RELATED CATCH ALL. There's an open bee prompt since Guren is a red, so anyone is welcome even if you didn't plot with me! Newbies too, once they get in!
Warnings: None. Will add if necessary!

A. Bees to see - OPEN

[Guren feels as though he's been going a little easy on the quests lately. It's time to fix that. He's antsy, he's got an empty jar in one hand and his other on his sword, and he holds it up to anyone who might pass him by.]

[And with that simple line, they're off! Unless your character has any resistance, of course, but assuming they don't, Guren leads them right into the forest.]

B. Wildcard - OPEN

[If you want to hit Guren up for a different quest, even if he's a red, feel free! Try to ruin his day? Just see what he's up to? This is my generic space to say anyone can tag me even if I didn't plot things with them, so feel free, or hit me up at

zeloser to work something out, if you want!]

Closed prompts in the comments!

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[Thankfully, his arm moves just fine when someone else is moving it. It seems that this type of rpg paralysis is just the issue of him being able to move his muscles. Maybe that's how he shonen stubborned through it at first?

But now, he knows it's Dextera, even if he's straining to open his eyes but they only manage halfway, and most of what he sees is dirt. He forces out a breath.]

D...

[But that's all he can manage right this second. He sure got stung a lot.]

[ guren recognizes him, dextera thinks. that’s a good thing, yes, but it doesn’t change the fact that guren is still facedown in the dirt and apparently paralyzed. as careful as he can, dextera gently places the heel of his palm against guren’s shoulder and tries to roll him over into his back, just to help him breathe.

it’s got to be better than inhaling dirt, in any case. ]

…

[ now dextera can see just how much he was stung. ]

[It's a Lot. His body is busy trying to keep this paralysis from paralyzing anything too important, so nothing from his recent outing has healed, just yet. Burn marks, on his face and hands, though it seems like his clothes were resistant enough. Stings all over, not swollen but very obvious from how large some of them are. Big bees.

He's breathing a little better, but it's still pretty shallow.]

[ dextera doesn’t know what to do. he touches guren’s face, fingers ghosting over the burns, and then he finds one of the stings that clearly pierced through his clothes. the bees are absurdly large.

he doesn’t know if guren can even feel the pain, but if it were to paralyze his heart— ]

…

[ he frowns harder, and finally pulls the stinger that was in his hand free of its firm place. before it has the chance to drip or bleed, however, dextera covers it with his own palm and tries to purify it. he’s on autopilot, while guren is hardly reacting. like he’s back in the tower.

it probably hurts like everything he does with this power, but if he can get some of the venom out, that would be worth it. ]

Ngh—!

[It is painful. And either Dextera does minimally help the venom, or Guren is just struggling through this because of the pain, but his muscles twitch through his whole body, and the noise he makes says he's in pain but trying.

Also, he needs what's left in that stinger.

It's ridiculous, what he's doing right now, but slowly, and with incredible effort, he starts to pull himself to sit up, grasping at Dextera for support.]

[ when guren starts to move, it breaks the fugue that was settling over dextera—and he exhales, gripping guren tighter than he needs to as he tries to help get guren to sit up just enough. one hand is placed against guren’s back, while the other is still holding onto the sting. ]

…

[ he doesn’t like hurting guren. the purification stops as soon as he thinks it’s safe, and it’s clear by his own body language that using it even to benefit is like nails on a chalkboard. it feels wrong in his bones, when it causes such pain to the person he loves.

with his hands occupied, he can’t even ask if guren is okay—but maybe everything else is saying it for him. ]

[It is. Guren reaches his free hand for anything he's dropped that he was using to collect venom, and any stingers that have come off that he still wants to get venom out of, but it's slow and a difficult process. But he can still see Dextera's worry.]

'm fine.

[So, he manages that as soon as he can, trying to take a deep breath. He is definitely not fine, but. After another moment:] Help me up.

[ dextera doesn’t think he should be walking, actually. he doesn’t know if circulation will make the venom move more quickly through his system, and he doesn’t even know if that’s good or bad, but he’s reluctant to help guren move in any case.

when dextera is ill, it’s best to just wait it out. he shakes his head. ]

…

[ after a beat, he moves the stingers out of guren’s reach, too. ]

[Having to sit here and wait is one thing, but having the stingers pulled away is another one entirely. He breathes out too harshly, pushing himself even more with the help of his demon to reach and grab tighter on Dextera's wrist.]

I need those.

[ dextera isn’t going to throw them away, but he doesn’t want guren anywhere near them when he’s already been so hurt by them in ways dextera couldn’t stop. ]

…

[ in compromise, dextera shows guren that he’s putting everything into his pockets, like a little packrat. ]

Safe.

[Okay... okay. That's good. His heart can relax a little, which is nice since it's aching from how much this paralysis venom got into him. He breathes, more focused, and now, while looking in Dextera's eyes as best as he can, it's the first time he feels like he can relax a moment.

Dextera is here, after all. Even if they're in the forest, he can watch out for them for a short time. He doesn't have to keep struggling to make sure the venom and all its sources are kept safe.

Which means!! It's safe to pass out, so he does just that, his weight slumping back, and hopefully into Dextera rather than onto the ground. Sorry, Dex.]

—!

[ it shouldn’t be a surprise that guren would just pass out like that, but dextera gasps softly anyway, catching guren as best as he can—holding his weight in his arms, brow furrowed in concern. is he still breathing? his heart, beating? dextera moves one hand over his chest, and it’s faint, but he’s sure that there’s still life pulsing.

it’s a bad idea to stay in this forest like this, but dextera still doesn’t want to move him. ]

…

[ he frowns to himself, adjusting his hold so he can bury his face into guren’s hair. always, always… he doesn’t want to keep finding guren like this. ]

Nn...

[It's a good couple hours of really solid rest. Guren mutters in his sleep, but it's only once or twice and it's hard to tell what he's saying, probably because of the paralysis. But gradually, those sting wounds begin to heal over completely, the burns fix themselves, and Guren is left spotless (but dirty) by the time he wakes up.

He blinks tiredly, testing his fingers with a few curls before he lifts his hand and places it to Dextera's cheek. He can move now, perfectly fine. Hi.]

How long has it been?

[ guren heals, just like he always does, but it doesn’t change the fact that dextera was worried about him all this time.

showing it is another matter entirely, however. he doesn’t want guren to see that he was worried, but he also doesn’t want guren to think he’s content or comfortable or happy with all these dangerous things. ]

…

[ despite it all, his expression softens with relief when guren touches his cheek and speaks clear as day. dextera holds up two fingers, an estimate based on the way the light has moved through the trees. ]

Tch... I've wasted time.

[Two hours, he has to assume, which is too long for him to have been sitting around. He needed to heal, yes, but he hasn't been getting enough. The bees in the jar for reward(s) haven't been enough for venom, either.

He pushes off the ground to stand up, extending his hand for Dextera, as well.]

What are you doing out here? [He's the one who's going to ask this. Him. Yes.]

[ oh, well, he was relieved, but now dextera frowns at guren even as he pulls himself up to his feet. what is guren doing out here, and what does he want with all this venom?

it must be something for his drugs. maybe a vaccine. dextera will figure it out. ]

You weren’t home.

[Are you ready for the biggest hypocritical thing he's said yet? Are you ready?]

...It's dangerous to go searching for me in the forest alone. [Still, there's no bite to it, and he looks softly at Dextera, his hand lingering before he drops it away.] But... thanks.

[ dextera would have been more frustrated if guren had actually been snippy with him, but the quiet gratitude is a balm on his worry. it’s hard to stay mad, when he knows guren is simply the person that he is. ]

I can… handle myself. [ for guren, he can. he must. ] Let’s go. Then tell me what happened.

[ it’s obvious, but dextera wants to know it anyway. ]

...First, do you have those stingers?

[Instead of holding out just his hand, this time, he reaches into his pocket to hold out a little pouch. Put them in here, please.]

I'm collecting the venom. I don't want to lose any of it, or it'll increase how many times I have to go back.

…

[ guren is fine now. he is. clearly, he’s up and moving and talking, apparently unharmed by the two hours or longer he spent paralyzed on the forest floor. it never gets less scary, though, when this town has proven itself capable of slowing his healing.

dextera retrieves the stingers from his pocket—or starts to, and then he stops before he pulls them out. ]

Are you going to keep hurting yourself?

...

[Now he's staring at that frozen hand, wondering if Dextera plans on denying him this, really, or if he's just holding them hostage. He's annoyed by it, either way, but he's not about to get snippy at Dex.]

I'm going to keep collecting venom. The more I do it, the easier it gets, for a number of reasons. I'll be fine.

[ there’s no way dextera could actually keep it out of his hands. even if he held onto these, guren would just go back and recover the same ones, with the same methods, all over again.

denying him now would prolong this. ]

…I don’t like it.

[ he just has to make his opinion known, even if he drops the stingers and the vial into guren’s little bag after that. ]

[Guren ties off the bag, frowning down at it as he thinks. He doesn't like it. Of course he doesn't. He's worrying him. He's failing at this.]

...I'm sorry. [Slipping the pouch back into his jacket, his eyes search to meet Dextera's, sad and understanding.]

It's tough caring for a guy like me, right? I know. But I can't stop.

[He turns, brushing his hand down Dextera's arm as he urges him to walk with him.]

Let's go.

[ for everything that guren pulls, though, dextera never thinks it’s hard or unfair to love guren. he worries himself sick at times, but it feels like a small price to pay for how completely happy guren makes him. even worrying, when it’s quietly resolved like this, feels like it makes the tougher times worth it. ]

…

[ he just wants to know why guren still won’t take dextera with him. is it the lingering fear of what happened with the bogeyman?

dextera hooks his pinky around guren’s anyway, willing to accept a walk as an offering of peace. ]

Will you stop for today?

[He doesn't want to stop. It'll put him behind on what he's trying to do... but he can stop, if only for today. For Dextera. Pushing himself at this point might be dangerous after everything, anyway. He took a lot of venom.]

Yeah. [He curls his pinky in this little link, looking to Dextera as they walk.] I'll stop for today.

[It doesn't take long to get out of the forest, and it's even clearer how messy Guren is. He's got dirt all over his face, his clothes are all disheveled, his hair is falling in his face when before he'd had it slicked back... A disaster. But he's all healed.]

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