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LOG; complete
When; April 21, evening
Rating; PG
Characters; Knives [![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
sharpest_knife] & Legato [shoulder_spikes]
Summary; Knives wakes up from a 24-hour recovery period after his death to find Legato sitting at his bedside, patiently distraught.
Log;
At first, all Knives could register was an incredible pain. It shot throughout his upper body and gathered in his chest and shoulders. And then, afterwards, there was an intense feeling of cold. What was going on? Why—
And then the previous night's events rushed back at him, and his eyes snapped open. That's right. He and Vash had faced each other on the City's beach, had killed each other. The pain and the cold he was feeling were the side-effects of that death.
He shifted his head to the left slighty, wincing, and saw Legato slumped at the bedside. Knives opened his mouth to speak, but no sound came out. He swallowed and tried again.
"Legato."
Legato hadn’t slept in nearly three days. He hadn’t moved from his seat by Knives’ side since he place him there after the dual the previous day. The Major had sent someone to guard the house; a generous offer, but it did little to put him at ease.
He looked up when his master said his name. Knives’ skin was frighteningly pale, and he had large, dark circles around his eyes.
“Master,” Legato exhaled. “You’re finally awake.”
He considered gripping his master’s hand, but thought better of it. Knives didn’t look kindly on weakness or sentiment, to say the least.
"I am," the plant replied, wincing again as he raised a hand to touch his chest wound. Over the course of twenty-four hours, his body's natural regeneration system had begun its work, though it generally took anytime from a few months to a few years before he could be completely healed. Fortunately, his blood had clotted, and through the chill of his own skin, Knives could feel his muscles push out the bullets from Vash's gun.
"What happened while I was asleep?" he asked Legato. It was odd to consider death a mere sleep. It seemed like he'd undergone all of the natural process of death, because even breathing was difficult, as if he had been deprived of air.
“The Major sent a guard to watch the house so I could stay by your side. I can only assume there hasn’t been any problems. Chapel took Vash’s body home, I haven’t heard if he’s woken up again.”
Legato half-expected Knives to immediately get back up and start walking again. But he remained where he was, taking ragged breaths and occasionally glancing back at his chest wounds. This was different from back in July. He had only been badly injured then. He wasn’t dead.
Knives' brow furrowed at the mention of the Major. The man was an acquaintance and a sort of ally, to be sure, but the plant wasn't sure if he could trust him fully. He supposed a watchdog of sorts wouldn't hurt.
"Very well. Next time though," he paused as another wave of pain ran through his body, "you shouldn't trust him so readily. That man knows what he's doing. By allying with us, he becomes closer to us, and therefore becomes a greater threat. We should know the same information or more that he knows about us." Another pause. "I'll need his Doctor to remove the bullets from my body faster than I can on my own. And bandages." Knives coughed. "But no medicine. No painkillers. We have our own."
“I requested the Doctor’s service not a few minutes before you woke, master. And I only accepted the Major’s offer because there were high tensions between myself and---” He paused, searching for the right word. “--another party. The Major seemed to be the closest thing we had to an ally at the time.”
Knives took in this information, then nodded slightly. "Very well. You can explain more when I've recovered." He had a very good idea of what this other party was, as the only outright antagonist besides his brother and Chapel was the man called Aizen. Which was fairly good considering Knives' reputation. He needed as few enemies as possible.
"... And what of the dragonfly?"
There wasn’t much else to explain. Legato was just grateful he wouldn’t need to start pulling things out of the air just yet. But he figured Knives would be wanting more answers at some point. He would just focus on the present for the time being.
When hearing his master’s last question, he cursed himself, remembering that he had potentially left the young girl with the house guard. He had to tell him the truth. Withholding information from Knives usually meant death or worse. But he would only mention the specifics if asked.
“She was rightly distraught,” he said, “but I told her that it would be fine. I assume she has been caring to the plants. She will be glad to know you have woken.”
Rightly distraught? ... Well, humans were always like that around dead bodies. "She can come and visit me if she wants," Knives said idly. "I imagine she wants to see me since you've been hogging my time for the past twenty-four hours."
He sighed and closed his eyes. "Prepare something to eat, too. I'm starving."
Legato smiled slightly to Knives’ quip.
“Very well,” he said. “I will let her know you are awake, and bring you something to eat. The Doctor should arrive shortly.”
He stood and walked out. He wondered what Knives was planning on doing about Vash. Would they continue to kill each other time after time until the end of the world or if everyone was granted passage out of the City?
He would not trouble his master with such queries. He needed to rest.
They both did.
Rating; PG
Characters; Knives [
sharpest_knife] & Legato [shoulder_spikes]Summary; Knives wakes up from a 24-hour recovery period after his death to find Legato sitting at his bedside, patiently distraught.
Log;
At first, all Knives could register was an incredible pain. It shot throughout his upper body and gathered in his chest and shoulders. And then, afterwards, there was an intense feeling of cold. What was going on? Why—
And then the previous night's events rushed back at him, and his eyes snapped open. That's right. He and Vash had faced each other on the City's beach, had killed each other. The pain and the cold he was feeling were the side-effects of that death.
He shifted his head to the left slighty, wincing, and saw Legato slumped at the bedside. Knives opened his mouth to speak, but no sound came out. He swallowed and tried again.
"Legato."
Legato hadn’t slept in nearly three days. He hadn’t moved from his seat by Knives’ side since he place him there after the dual the previous day. The Major had sent someone to guard the house; a generous offer, but it did little to put him at ease.
He looked up when his master said his name. Knives’ skin was frighteningly pale, and he had large, dark circles around his eyes.
“Master,” Legato exhaled. “You’re finally awake.”
He considered gripping his master’s hand, but thought better of it. Knives didn’t look kindly on weakness or sentiment, to say the least.
"I am," the plant replied, wincing again as he raised a hand to touch his chest wound. Over the course of twenty-four hours, his body's natural regeneration system had begun its work, though it generally took anytime from a few months to a few years before he could be completely healed. Fortunately, his blood had clotted, and through the chill of his own skin, Knives could feel his muscles push out the bullets from Vash's gun.
"What happened while I was asleep?" he asked Legato. It was odd to consider death a mere sleep. It seemed like he'd undergone all of the natural process of death, because even breathing was difficult, as if he had been deprived of air.
“The Major sent a guard to watch the house so I could stay by your side. I can only assume there hasn’t been any problems. Chapel took Vash’s body home, I haven’t heard if he’s woken up again.”
Legato half-expected Knives to immediately get back up and start walking again. But he remained where he was, taking ragged breaths and occasionally glancing back at his chest wounds. This was different from back in July. He had only been badly injured then. He wasn’t dead.
Knives' brow furrowed at the mention of the Major. The man was an acquaintance and a sort of ally, to be sure, but the plant wasn't sure if he could trust him fully. He supposed a watchdog of sorts wouldn't hurt.
"Very well. Next time though," he paused as another wave of pain ran through his body, "you shouldn't trust him so readily. That man knows what he's doing. By allying with us, he becomes closer to us, and therefore becomes a greater threat. We should know the same information or more that he knows about us." Another pause. "I'll need his Doctor to remove the bullets from my body faster than I can on my own. And bandages." Knives coughed. "But no medicine. No painkillers. We have our own."
“I requested the Doctor’s service not a few minutes before you woke, master. And I only accepted the Major’s offer because there were high tensions between myself and---” He paused, searching for the right word. “--another party. The Major seemed to be the closest thing we had to an ally at the time.”
Knives took in this information, then nodded slightly. "Very well. You can explain more when I've recovered." He had a very good idea of what this other party was, as the only outright antagonist besides his brother and Chapel was the man called Aizen. Which was fairly good considering Knives' reputation. He needed as few enemies as possible.
"... And what of the dragonfly?"
There wasn’t much else to explain. Legato was just grateful he wouldn’t need to start pulling things out of the air just yet. But he figured Knives would be wanting more answers at some point. He would just focus on the present for the time being.
When hearing his master’s last question, he cursed himself, remembering that he had potentially left the young girl with the house guard. He had to tell him the truth. Withholding information from Knives usually meant death or worse. But he would only mention the specifics if asked.
“She was rightly distraught,” he said, “but I told her that it would be fine. I assume she has been caring to the plants. She will be glad to know you have woken.”
Rightly distraught? ... Well, humans were always like that around dead bodies. "She can come and visit me if she wants," Knives said idly. "I imagine she wants to see me since you've been hogging my time for the past twenty-four hours."
He sighed and closed his eyes. "Prepare something to eat, too. I'm starving."
Legato smiled slightly to Knives’ quip.
“Very well,” he said. “I will let her know you are awake, and bring you something to eat. The Doctor should arrive shortly.”
He stood and walked out. He wondered what Knives was planning on doing about Vash. Would they continue to kill each other time after time until the end of the world or if everyone was granted passage out of the City?
He would not trouble his master with such queries. He needed to rest.
They both did.