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Office Log

Who: Rhys and you!
What: Office log! ...Can also be called "help nurse" log.
When: Dates of 10/21 - 10/28 but you can also go for something earlier/later than that if convenient
Where: Infirmary or Rhys’s office, which is just inside the infirmary.
Warnings: THERE COULD BE CARNAGE AND PESTILENCE HERE. There may also be tripping out due to candy drugs.

We're all familiar with office logs around here, right? If you're not, then allow me to explain really quickly: Your dude stops in for any reason whatsoever, be it trouble with grades, asking permission for something, stopping to chat, dropping off a form, and other office-like concerns. Or even miscellaneous concerns. Then we'll take it away from there. Rhys is a bit of a special case, since he runs the infirmary. That means you could also drag yourself in with some kind of unbearable ailment or crippling injury and have Rhys get you treated. Have a status condition? Never fear, solutions are here! Got in a fight with your arch nemesis in the locker room? Bleed no more; there’s plenty of bandages and/or heal staves to go around! Usually.

ANOTHER THING I WOULD LIKE TO ENCOURAGE: Is your character hopped up on drugs? Drop them in! I don’t care what reason they would have to stumble in. I just want Rhys to have to deal with druggies and raise his suspicion about the whole drug deal further. That being said, I request at least one of his patients to be under the influence. That is all! Have fun.

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After the lights dimmed enough for Chili to open his other eye, he lifted his right arm and placed the back of his hand against his brow, trying his hardest to focus on Cress. Where was he, anyway?

"Cress...?" he mumbled, comprehending his brother's promise, albeit a tad delayed. "Am I in the hospital?"

HI RHYS DIMMED THE LIGHTS OVER THERE HOPE YOU DON'T MIND

(Yeah Rhys das coo.)

Oh, good. He was talking after all. Cress stood up straighter and told him, "You're close, but not exact. This is the infirmary. I heard you got mixed up in a fight." Was that a trace of displeasure you heard in his voice? Must be the wind.

(god bles u rhys)

It was too soon for Chili to pick up on conversational subtleties like that. He looked around the room absently before focusing his attention back on Cress. "Yeah, I remember. I lost."

He sounds defeated, definitely.

The absence of smugness, determination, energy... anything close to the spirit Chili usually produced caused his augmenting annoyance to fizzle out prematurely. His posture sunk ever so slightly.

"Yes. So it seems. And now, you're here. ...Why did you go and do an outrageous thing like that?"

"Because I said I would," he slurred, shrugging and looking away. He couldn't remember much of what had happened before that, but he didn't want to tell Cress that he couldn't remember. "I just did. I have to keep my word when I say I'm going to do something."

That seemed to fit the bill. He squeezed his eyes shut and groaned, trying to remember the events before he fell unconscious.

"You shouldn't have said you were going to do it in the first place," scolded Cress, a fine balance between holding a superior attitude and succumbing to his fretfulness. "Promises are well and good to keep, but don't go around making these types of promises. I swear, we're going to have a repeat of... that if you keep this type of recklessness up."

His head lulled and fell back onto the pillow behind him.

"Yeah, whatever. Talk down to me all you want, I guess it's pretty easy to do it while I'm already burnt out," mumbled Chili, looking away from his brother entirely. Cress's attitude seemed to be grating on Chili's nerves, but in a way he couldn't respond to with his characteristic fury. He wasn't about to be receptive to lecture at a time like this.

Chili's remark stung in two ways: he truly was getting jabs in while he was down and out, and it made Cress feel like he wanted to pace backwards in time and bite his tongue before he could add any kind of astringency to his lecture- which he still felt justified in dishing out. Had he not been so worried, then maybe he would feel less regret for reminding Chili of his bad decisions, but Cress had just feared for his brother's life countless times from the second he heard of the fight and the moment he stood next to his bed now, and the blue-haired triplet softened like butter.

"I won't make you talk so much right now. You may explain yourself later. Please rest." He reached over to place his hand over his shoulder.

He had no qualms with that suggestion, sitting back and trying to deal with the pain he was currently in. "I don't have anything to explain, anyway," he admitted, shutting his eyes and staring angrily at the darkness of his eyelids. "I already said it: I said I would, and that's that. I don't want to chicken out anymore, Cress. Not anymore, not after..."

Chili wouldn't need to complete his sentence that his current troubles wouldn't complete for themselves in order for his brother to understand. It was clear that he was referring to their skipping out on N's Castle.

The smile capsized as Chili's words sunk in. They didn't have to sink too far in a sensitive subject like this. All it took to work up sympathy for his disagreeable actions was to cast them in that light. The brothers shared the same feelings, after all. He knew how it felt to resent his own weaknesses to the point where they disgusted him, and he knew it to be especially true in Chili's nature. Both of them sought the same goal: power, strength, the ability to stand alone. Chili's impulse was to fight against the bleak truth and hope to achieve a distant ideal. But it was all in vain.

Cress too succumbed to the darkness of his eyelids as he squeezed Chili's shoulder. In a low voice, he said, "None of us do. But we must accept that until we can grow stronger, there are just some fights that we cannot win."

To just accept that fact and let some battles go... Was that truly the way to grow stronger? To acknowledge that he couldn't win until he trained harder? No, that didn't seem right for the Fire-type trainer. Whether or not that was Cress's way of dealing with battles he had little chance of winning, Chili could not imagine bowing down before giving each and every opportunity a go.

"...Maybe that's what you want to do," said Chili, slow and deliberate. He took a deep breath - as deep as his battered form would allow. "But that's now how I'd imagine myself getting stronger." And he felt it was only right for him to do what he thought would work best. That's what training yourself independently was about. Right?

"Then your way of seeking strength is to keep losing until you finally win." There was no scoff present in his tone. It all sounded like a curious observation. "I cannot change your methods, but it would soothe my nerves if you would at least avoid throwing yourself into danger so much. Please understand my feelings." While that last bit was said, Cress's eyebrows creased up and the smile he wore became silently pleading.

"It's not about losing until I win," he said, a hint of annoyance in his tone. He opened one eye to stare at Cress from the side. "It's about not backing out of situations that could present a new opportunity for me. That's how I'm choosing to view this! I might lose, I might win-" he coughed, "but I'll never know unless I try, and the more I try the stronger I'll get."

"How noble that sounds. I admire an attitude that never gives up. But keep in mind..." His smile dropped. "There will always be a fight you can't possibly win. I would like it if you would take heed when you feel your life hinges on a thread. Learn to recognize that. If you don't... there's no point in taking that opportunity anymore, now is there?"

Chili grumbled, admitting to himself that he'd already considered that. That he needed to learn from his mistakes so he could avoid getting hurt anymore. It didn't do his training much good if he was just going to get beat and battered all the time so he ended up like this. That just meant he'd be out of commission more often, and that sucked.

"Yeah... Fine. I will."

Finally... Some utterance of promise. A satisfied smile lifted his features.

"That is what I wanted to hear." A stool stood next to the cot on the other side, and once Cress eyed it, he inched closer and scooted it next to Chili's bed so that he may have somewhere to sit. Taking his position, he relaxed and set his eased gaze back on Chili.

"You really are something else, though. I'd normally call it stupidity, but... today, Cress will cut you some slack and call it guts instead."

"So on any other day you'd call me an idiot?" Chili clarified, giving Cress a toothy grin. "I don't even need to ask that. I know you would."

"I suppose stupidity does have its merits after all."

"Stop saying that like it's a lesson somebody needs to learn."

And they were getting along so well a second ago, too...

"As for lessons... there certainly are plenty to be learned, aren't there?" He swept his bangs out of his face but let them fall back in place.

Cress probably meant lessons for him to learn. Chili snorted. "You too."

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Office Log

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i'll cut you

no violence in the infirmary!!!

but there are bandaids everywhere... its the perfect place for drawing blood

agrees with cress, then cuts him