[semi-open] did u hear the joke about the dragon

[perfectstrike]

Who: perfectstrike & anyone who might have cause to try to call Peko to check up on her after the CERESTour!
When: just after the CERESTour into the next day (ic: 1/26-1/27)
Where: CERES Hospital
What: Peko got herself injured during the CERESTour and is patently confused as to why people keep visiting her.
Rating/Warning: Warning for blood and talk about injuries, but nothing gorey or gruesome.

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[Immediately following the tour, Mosley had kindly ushered group three to the hospital for their sustained injuries. Peko, having gotten herself hit with the sharp end of a not-so-virtual dragon's claw, had needed to be rushed to get several nasty-looking gashes cleaned and stitched, along with some smaller burns treated. Swords aren't much good against things that can fly and breathe fire, after all.

Some time later, she can be found in the wing tended to by human and humanoid doctors (no androids here, please), seated quietly in one of the beds with her eyes closed as if she's asleep. The heart rate monitor is beeping quietly and steadily, and there's an IV hooked to her right arm to replenish some of the fluid she'd lost from bleeding everywhere earlier. All in all, though, she looks fine! If the ripped and bloody sailor suit in the corner and the fresh white bandages covering her left bicep and peeking out from above the cut of her hospital gown over her chest are any indication. At least the gown is cute, with happy little robots printed in a pattern along the fabric. To promote organic healing, of course!

Before the Cerevice goes down, though, she'll be answering calls with voice and just generally trying to rest and recover in the hospital. She's fine, though, really--!]

Comments

[perfectstrike]

I'll keep working on it, [she repeats, a little embarrassed now.]

It should not take me very long to recover. The medical technology is rather more efficient than it was back home.

[flaredo]

I guess that's one thing this place has going for it... you can be in and out of here in no time flat.

[perfectstrike]

Yes... I do not like being here even as long as I have been already. I cannot help but feel like something else is going to "glitch" or go wrong, as seems to be normal here.

[flaredo]

Mm... maybe ask the Young Master to stay the night? You know, just in case.

[ Matchmaker, matchmaker-- ]

[perfectstrike]

Ah... he did stay while he forced me to take a nap earlier, but I do not think that chair very comfortable to sleep in for an entire night. I cannot ask him to do that.

[flaredo]

You could always share the bed. Plenty of room!

[ Problem solved. ]

[perfectstrike]

N-no!

[She flushes darkly and jerks a little bit as if she means to physically stop that kind of suggestion. Of course, all that results in is her letting out a quiet yelp of pain because a movement that fast isn't good for her injury.]

That's... no. That is much too inappropriate.

[flaredo]

You've got to make a move sooner or later, Peko. Subtlety's a good start.

[ HOW IS THAT SUBTLE-- ]

Also, careful! Panic with care, okay?

[perfectstrike]

W-where did you get that idea!?

[Who's making moves?! What kind of moves?! That's so inappropriate, and even if she wants to date the bocchan, that is such a bad first step, in her opinion.

It's totally obvious, but she doesn't want to admit it...]

[flaredo]

... Your undying devotion, for starters.

[perfectstrike]

That's...

[Oh, phew, okay, she can explain that.]

I have been with the young master since I was a child. I am supposed to be his... bodyguard, of a sort.

[Since using the word "tool" is forbidden.]

Of course I would be devoted to him.

[flaredo]

Childhood bodyguard?

... That's actually pretty intense.

[perfectstrike]

Is it...?

[She hums quietly, as if that's not the first time she's heard it, and sinks back against the pillow a bit.]

I was given to the young master as a child to serve him. We have been together almost every day of our lives... Should we ever return home, he will be a great leader. I am certain of it. Someday, I would like... to stand at his side, and fight beside him as his equal. But I do not think I am ready, yet.

[flaredo]

[ Given... huh? Yang definitely doesn't like the sound of someone being given as a servant, but the rest of Peko's story calms her down. ]

Well, you have time. And from what I've seen, you're plenty strong.

[perfectstrike]

Not strong enough. I have never... been hospitalized for a wound before. I am only fortunate that we glitched out before any real harm could befall Arc or Kamishiro.

[Though really, Rio would probably have been fine... alien horrorterror should be good.]

[flaredo]

Jaune's pretty resilient, despite how he looks.

... But maybe we can beef up your defense. [ Well, she'd done it for Hinata and Komaeda... ]

[perfectstrike]

Hmm.

[She sounds doubtful, but Yang would know better than she would. Peko pauses at Yang's suggestion, though, tilting her head slightly with interest.]

You mean training?

[flaredo]

Kind of. I meant unlocking your aura, first.

[ Yes, Yang, don't bother clarifying. ]

[perfectstrike]

My aura... Hinata mentioned that.

[Now it makes sense, though she... looks a little uncomfortable at the prospect?]

That's a form of magic, isn't it...?

[flaredo]

Not... exactly? If you've got a soul, you've got aura. It's just a matter of learning how to use it.

[perfectstrike]

What does that kind of learning entail, exactly?

[flaredo]

Unlocking your aura and training to use it as a sort of barrier, instead of just your sword... well, it takes a lot of time, but it's worth it.

[perfectstrike]

I don't... know.

[She really sounds doubtful of the whole thing, twining a bit of hair around her finger with her uninjured hand.]

It... seems like a good idea, and yet, something that is so supernatural... I do not know if I am comfortable with it, yet. Forgive me.

[flaredo]

It's fiiine. [ Shaking her head: ] I'm not gonna force it or anything. It's all your choice.

[perfectstrike]

I will give it honest thought, I just...

[Look, it still sounds an awful lot like relying on magic, and she doesn't... want to do that just yet.]

A-anyway, thank you. For the offer.