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🌸 Miracle Country Mods 🌸 (miraclemods) wrote in miraclecountry,
@ 2018-08-18 17:38:00

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! event, ; flood event, akiho shinomoto, chise hatori, chloe price, ciel phantomhive, cisco ramon, eliot waugh, harrison 'harry' wells, kady orloff-diaz, keith (voltron), lucifer morningstar, maxine 'max' caulfield, quentin coldwater, sebastian michaelis, takashi 'shiro' shirogane, william 'penny' adiyodi, yuna d. kaito

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[You never knew the water could be so still.

It’s been days and while the water has stopped rising, it hasn’t gone away, either. Most days, it’s eerie in its stillness, almost looking calm— but there’s no denying the strength of the riptides beneath, the way one wrong move and you could be dragged out into the sea. The water is so clear, it looks both fathomless and shallow, looking at the world down below and maybe able to recognize what the island is supposed to look like.

Still, the treehouses have been holding up, the trees strong and sturdy. Since the storm has cleared, the weather has been clear. But it’s almost too calm, isn’t it? It’s been like this before— where everything seems peaceful, just before something bad happens.

The water is still full of those colorful fish, and have likely been your main source of food now that the supplies are threatening to run low. But something seems different today— the fish are scarcer, as if they’re hiding, as if they’re running away.

Soon, the reason is clear. From the depths of the still water, the monsters are rising. Looking almost shark-like, these creatures want only one thing: blood. And the little fish aren’t big enough to satisfy them. They attack without mercy, seem to seek you out, almost. In fact, if you sit too close to the edge of your treehouse, you’re in danger. They weren’t design to withstand attack, after all. These creatures range in size, but are frenzied, desperate for food— and there’s nothing more dangerous than a desperate monster.

Even if you manage to avoid their attacks, be careful of their bite. Powerful and deadly, these bites seep out venom, invite infection and illness, can leave you fevered or hallucinating. Ah, if only there was some medicine to help… maybe you can wait it out? Or maybe you’ll brave the waters to find something to help your suffering friends?

Regardless of your choice, be careful out there… the water can be dangerous, after all.]

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yieldsfocus
2018-08-21 04:59 pm UTC (link)

[Only once he's sure the thing is dead does he turn away and hurry to Keith, grabbing him around the waist and forcing him to the surface, desperately swimming back towards the shore. Just as quickly as he slipped into that mindset of the arena, he falls away again, his concern for Keith overruling everything else.]

Keith-- [he knows he won't be able to respond, but at least holding him he can tell he's still alive, and there's a desperation to his voice now, that need to make sure he stays alive. All this blood... alsdhgasd;] Keith, Keith, hold on!

[Getting him up onto a lower bank as quickly as possible, careful not to jostle his leg too much, but moving as quickly as he's able.]

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	finds 2018-08-21 05:22 pm UTC (link)
	[He's not moving or able to go back to breathing on his own quite like this and once Shiro gets him full out of the water he -- lies there, head turned to the side and it really probably looks like the worst even if he's not actually beyond saving. The large shark-bite wound on his leg is another, very unsightly story not making matters better.] (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

yieldsfocus
2018-08-21 05:36 pm UTC (link)

[The panic that sweeps over him is. a lot. He's paralyzed for a moment, unsure what to do first, before he's moving quickly to touch his jaw, tilting his head up and feeling for a pulse, ducking down near his mouth to see if he can feel that breath. When he's confirmed there's a pulse but no breath, that cold wave of dread really settles over him.]

Keith-- Please. [No, no, no--]

[This, at least, he knows how to do and now he doesn't hesitate-- getting Keith breathing is more important, but he needs to stop the breathing. He rips off his jacket and ties it around Keith's upper thigh to try to slow the blood, then moves to compress his hands down on his chest to get his lungs moving again, firmly, then opens Keith's mouth gently and ducking down to breathe into his mouth. He alternates a few times with that-- chest compressions and breathing, checking each time to see if Keith's breathing on his own yet. His hands are shaking as he moves, adrenaline and fear, eyes on Keith's face the entire time.]

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finds
2018-08-21 05:55 pm UTC (link)

[It'll be a few times of that repetition before finally - finally - after what seems like far too long only because time slows with the panic of everything... with a gasp and a strangled cough, the water goes out of his mouth and Keith breathes, ragged but breathing nevertheless.

He doesn't immediately open his eyes and coughs out a few more times, between gasping for air, desperately trying to orient himself again even before he's really stable - the pain from his leg is impossible not to contend with all at once too, even with his high threshold for this kind of shit... it's a lot. AUGH.

When he does manage to stop spitting out water, he slumps, and weakly opens his eyes, searches for and finds him with his gaze like nothing else could quite anchor him like this.]

S-- Shiro...?

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yieldsfocus
2018-08-21 06:06 pm UTC (link)

Keith-- [The relief on his face is painfully clear-- he looks utterly wrecked as he draws away from Keith to give him space as he coughs, coming back down again to wipe at his face, cleaning up his chin from all the sudden water from his lungs. His touch is unbearably gentle, his hand still shaking, his expression utterly gutted as he looks at him.]

Keith, I'm here. [One hand stays on his chest for a moment, seeking the comfort of feeling it rise and fall on its own, and his voice is shaky with relief, with that over whelming fear. He's okay, he's okay, he keeps telling himself-- he'll make sure he's okay.]

Don't try to move, okay?

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finds
2018-08-21 06:19 pm UTC (link)

[Everything is still almost too hazy for Keith to process but he can't not see the way Shiro looks right now, the desperation in him and the pain that Keith can't stand watching him go through. It's instinctive, when he tries to reassure him, doesn't necessarily try to move but his left hand grasps at Shiro's wrist, the one that's not resting on Keith's chest, weakly but just enough.]

Okay. [I'm okay, he silently affirms back to him, it's going to be all right.] Okay.

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yieldsfocus
2018-08-21 06:25 pm UTC (link)

[He makes a soft, almost pained noise when Keith does this-- can tell it's Keith's need to reassure him, and god you really don't need to be reassuring him right now, focus on yourself, please--]

[But he takes his hand in his, his touch impossibly gentle. The hand on Keith's chest curls a little before lifting, touching his cheek, then his forehead, pushing back his hair-- trying to soothe him, despite it all.]

You've lost a lot of blood. I need to stop it but-- it's going to hurt. [Fair warning.]

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	finds 2018-08-21 06:34 pm UTC (link)
	[Nods, a little shakily but it's Shiro's touch that does honestly help, as he regains more sense of the situation and himself. His voice still comes out raspy but certain.] It's okay. Do it. [He gets this is how it goes, ready as much as he can be. Trusting Shiro entirely, in the end.] (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

yieldsfocus
2018-08-21 06:40 pm UTC (link)

[Nods, just barely squeezing his hand before letting go, his hands dropping away as he shifts down towards Keith's leg. He carefully unties his jacket and sets it aside. There's no hesitation as he reaches out to get Keith's pants off-- doesn't want the fabric to get in the way. He's impossibly gentle, being careful not to jostle Keith's leg as he gets the material off, assessing the damage from the shark's bite.]

[Immediately he can tell that it should be cleaned better than it's going to be in a situation like this, but nothing he can do about that. He uses the sleeve of his jacket to clean away as much as he can and then takes a deep breath.]

[He looks back up at Keith and holds out his hand to him.] Take my hand and don't let go.

[Because he's letting his metal hand heat up with energy, this time hesitating-- but only for a moment, waiting until Keith's holding onto his free hand, before planting his metal hand down firmly against Keith's thigh, to close up the wound.]

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finds
2018-08-21 07:03 pm UTC (link)

[He can't think much of it as the fabric goes, a priority in the pain pulsing incessantly through him even from the movements and cleaning, though he can hold it back enough not to make much of a sound then, shutting his eyes, trying to focus on breathing. Trying to stay steady.

When Shiro speaks, Keith opens his eyes again, locks gazes with him firmly and sure -- swallows down any nerves as he's reaching out to grab his hand tightly. To hold on without restraint, giving another little nod as a silent go ahead.]

[Because no matter how much he might steel himself for it, it's inevitable that when the burning metal touches his leg, the scream he lets out comes out involuntarily loud and unfiltered, pain searing through him. It'll be soon enough that it settles again, at least, that he quiets and just breathes heavily through the after-wave of it, but. Fuck. Fuck this and that -- whatever creature it was.

He doesn't once let go of Shiro's hand.]

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yieldsfocus
2018-08-21 07:09 pm UTC (link)

[And it doesn't matter how much he's prepared himself for Keith's reaction-- very well remembers his own from when he had to do this to his own injury-- he still flinches a little in sympathetic pain when he hears Keith scream, holding his hand just as tightly as Keith holds on. Worst, probably, is that he has to shift his hand a few times in order to cover the entirety of the shark's bite-- but soon enough, the wound is closed up and the bleeding has stopped, although ideally he'd like to find some medicine for pain and possible infection, and bandages to wrap him up. At least the most pressing danger is passed-- Keith's alive, he's breathing, and he's no longer bleeding.]

There-- there, it's done. [He's shifting back up to get a better look at Keith's face, his expression guilty for having caused that pain, no matter how necessary.] Keith...

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finds
2018-08-21 07:41 pm UTC (link)

[This time when Keith eye's meet Shiro's he does look much shakier, mouth feeling dry as his lips stay parted through the heavy breaths that leave him. But even through that, he doesn't look away, seeks him out almost all the more. Wishes Shiro didn't have to look so guilty when this isn't his fault in the least, but maybe that's just as ievitable in the end. All he can do is...]

[If there was roughness in his voice before, now it's more like a whisper and sandpaper, but a softness to it in his earnestness.]

Shiro... [...] Shiro- thank you.

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yieldsfocus
2018-08-21 07:51 pm UTC (link)

[His expression splinters even more for a moment, like he wants to protest, like he wants to shake his head-- and his hand shifts as if to touch his cheek again, before he draws it back again. It's still way too warm to touch his skin without hurting him. So, instead, he leans down, pressing his forehead to his gently, as if afraid that any touch is going to hurt him.]

It's-- Of course. [There's not even a question that he'd help you, that he'd do whatever he could to protect you.]

[Distantly, he thinks that this can't be the only creature like this-- thinks that he should probably warn the others, or something but... right now, in this moment, there's only Keith. He's all that matters. And with the adrenaline wearing down, he's seized by that cold wave of 'what if' scenarios, how easily it could have been that Keith didn't wake up.]

[His breath comes out wobbly, clenching his eyes shut as he just-- keeps his forehead to Keith's, trying to not visibly shake with that underlying terror. It almost threatens to overwhelm him until he forcefully squashes it down. This isn't about him. It's about Keith. It's about making sure he's okay.]

... I'm not going to let anything else happen to you, Keith. [He'll do whatever it takes.]

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finds
2018-08-21 10:03 pm UTC (link)

[... God. He leans his forehead up to Shiro's much as he can, seeking out that contact as much for comforting himself as it is a firm attempt at assurance for Shiro - almost like he can sense, can feel that renewed wave of fear washing over him, and how it makes him look so shaken and wrecked. The last thing Keith could ever want, injured or not.]

I know. I know, Shiro. [He hasn't ever doubted that for even a moment, and he isn't about to start now. Not least of all when you--] You...

You just saved me. [The words leave him and he can't quite keep the way it really hits him too right as he says it out loud. How close it was -- sadly far from Keith's first brush with death, but all the same, a heavy realization. At the same time, though, it serves as a reminder. You saved his life. He's here, and so are you - They're going to be fine. Right?]

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yieldsfocus
2018-08-21 10:18 pm UTC (link)

[He shivers a little at those words, can't help it. Yes, yes he saved you. He'll save you every time. This was almost--]

[Something in his shoulders eases, at least, and he pulls away enough in order to see Keith's face better, to make sure his eyes aren't going glassy or anything like that. This time, he does touch his cheek, his hand having time to cool off.]

Doesn't even begin to make up for how many times you've saved me, really. [It doesn't quite land on the teasing tone such a statement would normally draw from him, still too shaken with so many possibilities and near misses just now. But, it's also the truth: the very least he can do, and he'd do it again a hundred times over to make sure Keith was safe.]

[His thumb brushes over his cheek, gently.] You're-- I'm so glad you're okay.

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finds
2018-08-21 11:18 pm UTC (link)

[There's a moment where Keith just watches him as he pulls away, before he turns his head to lean into the touch, not quite closing his eyes but his eyelids do lower a little. He sighs out, what would almost be the usual laughter when they tease each other, his hand squeezing Shiro's other one in a way that's almost body firm and shaky at once.]

Well. We've saved each other, then. [He couldn't even begin to put a count to it, not just for how many times he would just as quickly jump in to save Shiro as Keith can imagine Shiro did for him. That's definitely never even been a question, to him.

When he looks back over to Shiro properly again after a while, he smiles, just a little, his own tone a barely there attempt to lighten the air, much as he means the words. Heh.] ... Yeah. Even promise to keep it that way.

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yieldsfocus
2018-08-21 11:29 pm UTC (link)

[When Keith says these things, Shiro's own expression looks absolutely wrecked again, although it gentles a moment later and he even manages the smallest of laughs, his hand soft against his cheek.]

Good. I'll hold you to that.

[For now, though... he's looking over Keith again, just a quick pass to make sure there isn't anything he's managed to miss in the rush of adrenaline. It's clear to say that was the only major injury, at least, and some of the tension eases in his body, breathing out a soft, relieved sigh.]

Think you can move? Be honest. [They shouldn't stay down here-- if more come back, it'll be really bad. There's blood in the water, and if these are anything like normal sharks, that's not a good thing. But if it's going to hurt Keith too much, he will absolutely stay down here and destroy anything that comes near him... anyway.]

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finds
2018-08-22 12:02 am UTC (link)

Don't think so. [Much as he wants to fuck outta here, thoughts muddled with much the same concerns that Shiro thinks of (not wanting him to have to fight to protect them both alone with Keith down this way, tbh), he answers with the truth, frowning anyway. There has to be something.] I-- Maybe if...

[He thinks distantly of how he left the wolf watching over others above them, and -- closes his eyes. Even Keith's never really known if it's a mind link or a connection between them that tends to just help let the wolf know where to follow him, when he needs him, but as he tries to focus on the thought now, there'll soon be a flash next to him a few moments later of the animal appearing and looking extremely concerned. Keith is just... fuck. Thank god.]

Hey, boy. Take me and Shiro back up there? [Please. He's still holding onto Shiro's hand and lifts his other one to reach for the wolf... and looks back to Shiro, a faint tired almost smile - one less worry, right?]

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yieldsfocus
2018-08-22 12:08 am UTC (link)

[He's in the middle of trying to think about how he's going to carry Keith up there without hurting him further or leaving them exposed and he's on the verge of possibly having a small panic attack over it when Keith suddenly calls the wolf to them. His relief seeing the wolf is clear on his face-- yes, good, one less worry indeed. He doesn't for a second let go of Keith's hand, and seems hesitant to let go of his cheek, too. But just in case, he does lift his hand away and instead touch at the wolf's back.]

Be careful with him. [He doubts he needs to tell him that, but just in case.] He's hurt bad.

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finds
2018-08-22 01:42 am UTC (link)

[In response to what Shiro asks, the wolf does lean in closer to them both more carefully before anything happens - Keith meanwhile giving Shiro's hand a squeeze again at those words and the way his expression looks. His voice is quiet but certain as he can.]

Maybe true, but I'm hanging on because of you. I'm gonna be fine, Shiro.

[It's not a promise for nothing. But once they're both holding on, securely as they can, they'll disappear all three together, showing back up on the floor of one of the treehouses, as low to the ground as possible so there's no "landing" beyond the usual movement that teleporting this way causes. Still some inevitable oof, but -- they made it. Keith sighs out, gratefully hugging his arm around where wolfie is kind of burrowed and whining softly into him.] ... Thanks.

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yieldsfocus
2018-08-22 01:58 am UTC (link)

[It's a good thing the wolf teleports them when they do, because it covers how breathless Shiro goes for a moment, hearing that. Once they're back in the treehouse, it's easy to focus on that, on getting Keith what he needs and keeping him comfortable and safe. He pets the wolf gently in thanks, scratching behind his ears briefly before the wolf focuses on Keith, his own attention on Keith, too.]

[Despite trusting the wolf, of course, he can't help but fret and checks Keith over one last time once he's settled on the floor of the treehouse, his hand reaching up to brush the hair away from his face and brushing down along his jaw, touching his cheek as he studies his face for any signs that he's going to pass out or is otherwise going glass-eyed.]

[Once he's satisfied, he's standing and moving around the treehouse quickly, grabbing what he can. Supplies are low, and there's not much, but he can at least grab one of the dry blankets, and something to cushion him as he lies there.]

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finds
2018-08-22 02:55 am UTC (link)

[The lingering attention from Shiro, now that they're at a safer, less open spot, is predictably doing stupid things to his brain now that he's somewhat more conscious of himself -- erm, he's hurting and weak okay, defenses are down, much as he tries not to show it and just lets Shiro examine him, caught up in the intensity of how carefully he looks him over. God... okay.

Once he does walk away, Keith slowly breathes out to calm himself, turns his head a little and watches him as much as he can from where he lies on the floor. He can't quite stop the guilty feeling that bubbles up in him at all this, irrational and mingled with something far more dangerous inside him. The pain in his leg masked the way the poison had started to spread through his body at first, but now... Now he can kind of almost feel it in a way that feels a little scary to think about. Maybe he's wrong? No signs of it have started to show yet, anyhow.

He breathes and tries to focus on that, closing his eyes a little but staying awake.]

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yieldsfocus
2018-08-22 03:09 am UTC (link)

[Once he has what he needs, he pauses only to build up a fire in the spot set up for it in the treehouse, making sure it's well-stocked and getting hot before returning to Keith. One hand moves underneath his head and lifting it gently so he can push a folded up blanket beneath it. It's not soft like a pillow, but it'll be better than just the floor. Maybe close enough again, he can see the way his face is pinched up, knowing part of it must be pain and figuring there's some guilt there, since-- well. He knows Keith.]

[He doesn't want to wear him out by making him talk, so he just brushes his hand again through his hair, soothing and soft. It's okay... He's going to make sure you're okay.]

Keith... You can't stay in these clothes. [You need to dry them off.]

[He's not waiting to try to have Keith sit up to do it, instead taking his wrists gently and pulling his arms up over his head for him, then reaching to grab at the hem of his shirt, lifting it carefully. He knows the injury was in his leg, but he also knows how pain can spike through the whole body when it's an attack like this, so he moves carefully through it all-- his focus on getting Keith comfortable enough that the actual actions he's doing don't catch up to him just yet.]

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finds
2018-08-22 04:36 am UTC (link)

[He almost opened his eyes again when Shiro approached with the not!pillow, and it's only that touch over his hair that makes him keep them closed for a moment longer instead, just letting himself relax, or try to. That is, until he hears him speak.]

Ah-

[Wait, but. Oh. Honestly, he's so gentle in his actions that Keith can't even manage to really look shocked or taken aback when he actually opens his eyes as Shiro does that, kinda just - looking at him, something stuck in his throat, before he forces himself to lower his gaze and look away as his face warms up.

Okay. He knows Shiro's right, in the end, his clothes were all soaked and clinging to him even now and. Well. Keith hardly needs to get all weird about it either. Shiro's helping him, so careful that he manages to bear through the pain of moving just enough and... ignore the pounding in his chest, almost.]

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yieldsfocus
2018-08-22 04:53 am UTC (link)

[He's sympathetic to that weird clingy wet clothing thing, since he's still wearing his wet clothes, although he hardly seems to notice or care. What is taking care of yourself when you can be overprotective of your friend instead. In any case, Keith has his entire, intense focus right now.]

[He meets Keith's eyes as he carefully pulls his shirt up, pausing to cup the back of his head again and ease the collar off him before sliding it off entirely. He glances down at his chest for a moment, more confirming again that there aren't any hidden injuries he hadn't noticed. If he notes the way Keith's heart seems to be beating faster and the slight warmth to his face when his fingers brush over it, he interprets it as adrenaline, as pain, as his body trying to heal. He frowns, though, concerned but thoughtful.]

[He only stops and hesitates when his brain finally catches up with him and he realizes Keith's only wearing underwear now. He blushes a little, but pushes through-- grabbing the extra blanket and draping it over Keith for at least some sense of modesty, making sure he's as comfortable as he can make him... before reaching up underneath the blanket and curling around the waistband.]

These will dry quickly, at least. [His tone is apologetic, but he's also not going to leave them on and risk... what? him getting cold? Whatever, he's being thorough. He eases them down slowly, much more slowly than with the shirt, focusing entirely on not hurting his leg further. He pauses every time his hands accidentally brush over his skin, as if afraid that'll hurt him somehow-- watching his face for signs of pain.]