LOG: COMPLETE

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When; June 6th & after this
Rating; G, with some yummy blood ♥
Characters; Ted hermeticus & Tyr of_toran
Summary; Two idiots fought and they caused a city wide 'illness'. One recovered sooner than the other all thanks to stubbornness which is sure to leave a bitter taste in someone's mouth. Oh, and Ted likes to laugh at his own misfortune.
Log;

The forest somewhere- if that had been all the information he'd had, it wouldn't have helped much- but Ted was here somewhere and he still bore Soul Eater. The signature of the rune was familiar to Tyr as he moved through the undergrowth, heading towards his friend.

The few animals that he saw briefly scattered, but the absence of any large predators- considering what had happened, Tyr wasn't surprised. That some of the smaller creatures had remained in the area was surprising enough; he supposed he ought to be thankful that Viki had managed to halt the fight before either of the two had...

Still.

Pushing through the bushes, he found himself in a small clearing, and-

"Ted-!"

Oh that Viki. She had to have nerves of steel or something. Being able to appear between himself and Luc and then sending both of them in opposite directions. Ted couldn't help but laugh at his own misfortune as he slump against a near by tree. Honestly, out of all the stupid and idiotic things that he had done in the past, nothing could have beaten what he just did. Everything that he preached and fussed about, he just violated. True Wind verses Soul Eater. Ted was confident that he'd win, but all that confidence was for nothing.

"That damned brat. If only he hadn't pissed me off..." The blood from his wounds pooled around him. He hadn't taken this much damage in a good long time. Not even Windy caused this much damage to him or at least this much damage in such a short time. Ted continued to laugh his laughter sounding more like sobs then back into an almost hysterical laugh. There was no way he could make any of this up.

His laughter dying, Ted heard a familiar voice call out to him. "Tyr..." Just the person he wanted to see the least, yet the most. The archer tried to get up onto his feet, but it came to no avail.

"H-hey buddy..."

Moving quickly over to where Ted lay, Tyr was gripped by a strange sense of deja vu. To see Ted in this state again was something he'd hoped not to have to go through again, not in this City.

"Hey," he replied, weakly. "You..."

This isn't like either of you, Tyr thought, frowning slightly. The blood- Ted's blood- was all over him and the ground, as well. Tyr recognized the wounds, though- he'd seen Luc call upon his runes in battles and wars past and he'd seen soldiers ripped up by the power of the True Wind rune. The results of war and battles were nothing new, but to see something like this was a harsh reminder of the past he'd tried and failed to forget.

Reaching into the small bag he'd brought along, Tyr motioned for Ted to remain where he was. "I- brought some healing scrolls along," he said. "You'd better let me use them."

Ted took one good look at the scrolls and denied them on the spot. Despite his aching body and throbbing wounds, there was no way that he was about to take the short cut in the healing process. "I can't... and if you use them on me, I still have some fight left in me." Surely Tyr would know what he was talking about. Had this been a different battle fought for a noble cause and not just out of rage, then he would have accepted them. Each and every wound inflicted on him was a reminder of how stupid it is to fight with runes. Though it really wasn't even fighting, it was abusing. Soul Eater...

His rune was disappointed in him. Loyal and true as it was, the rune questioned its master and Ted didn't blame him. He had made an attempt to fully invoke the true power behind the Soul Eater. He had successfully done everything that his grandfather and Leknaat both stated never to do. Then again... three hundred years is a long time to be so true to the rules.

"You got anything in there that might stop all this bleeding that’s not magic related? I think your red tunic is about to get a little bit more red if you don’t..." Ted teased his eyelids becoming a bit heavier and heavier. He knew that Tyr was concerned with him, that's why he had gone out and looked for him. Looking at him as he was probably brought back all sort of bad memories. So at the very least, he could have made the attempt to lighten the mood any way possible.

About to cast the spell that would heal Ted's wounds, Tyr halted on hearing his friend's words. Lowering his hands, he shook his head slightly. "I could just-" Heal you, regardless, he thought, but left it unsaid. What Ted was saying was right, and the wounds he bore now were only further enforcing what he had said. "I have bandages as well," he said, pushing the scrolls away. "I guess... it's a good thing I decided to bring everything along."

He smiled a little when Ted attempted to joke- He knew it was more for his sake than anything else, but he appreciated it more than he would ever say. "You're in no state to joke," Tyr chided lightly, shoving the spell scroll back and pulling out a few rolls of bandages and dressings. "Just rest a bit."

It had been a long time since he'd had to see to someone else's injuries- since the Dunan War, in fact. But it seemed like the knowledge was still at his hands. Silently, he started unrolling the bandages, getting ready to tend to his friend's injuries.

"Oh please... If I'm still breathing, then I'm still in a state where I can joke." Ted replied off-handedly his eyes softening as he watched Tyr unravel the bandages. Usually in times like these, he'd mend his own wounds, but it was nice to have someone else do that for him. He was certain that it'd go a lot faster than when he'd normally dress them. Too bad that he couldn't account for whether or not it would hurt more or less.

All in all, Ted was just happy to see Tyr and yet he was surprised that Tyr hadn’t started to call him stupid or start lecturing him about his actions. It could have made him uneasy had his not started to stare at the dark pools around him. Ted ran a finger through the sticky puddle and wondered how he was not dead yet. Surely all the blood he lost trekking to this tree from where he was must have been more than the amounted needed to die.

Right, death, it was the only thing that he could escape and had for the last three hundred years. Had Ted not known that he was going to die when he returned back to his own world, then he would have wondered if he’d ever know that pleasure. “Hey Tyr…” his voice dropped as his tone became softer. “I’m a real idiot aren’t I? I bet people are hurting because of me… because I decided to be an ass.” Ted trailed off allowing for a few moments of silence. “…you warned me.”

"Don't be a fool," Tyr shot back, unable to help himself from smiling a little. "You can joke later, when we're back at the Rune shop." To him, there was little question about whether they'd get back- he wouldn't let what had happened all those years ago be repeated. "Just rest, for now." He pushed back one of Ted's sleeves, frowning as he looked over the numerous cuts that were on his arm. Most of them were shallow, but the ones that were more serious had bled heavily.

He paused for a moment, wondering if he should clean Ted's wounds- but considering how badly he was cut and that he'd forgotten to bring along a bottle of water... his main priority should be to stop the bleeding first. Reaching out for Ted's arm, Tyr had started to apply a layer of dressing onto the larger wounds when Ted spoke again. As he continued working on the wounds, trying to stop the bleeding, Tyr nodded quietly in reply.

"I did," he said finally, when he had stopped the worst of the bleeding. "Viki... wants you to know that she's upset," he said, as he moved over to tend to the other wounds on Ted's body. "I am, as well."

Tender. As Tyr dressed his wounds, Ted forget how raw his skin was where there had been lacerations and did his best not to flinch each time a layer of the bandage was added. Ted was a big boy after all and boo-boos like these were taken like a man, so there was no way he'd let himself cry, whine, yelp, or jump. "Rest, rest.... That's what I'm doing now isn't it?" His eyes fixed their gaze onto his once white sleeve, or rather, what was ever left of it. It somehow reminded him of a blood sausage he saw in one of the many stores in this forsaken place. Strangely, if not disturbingly, that thought gave him the munchies.

Upon hearing his friend's response to his little rant, Ted couldn't help but let out a few half hearted chuckles. "T-that so? Well it's not like I'm expecting any less." He gave a few more short laughs and then silence. The amusement was then wiped clean from his face and voice. "I won't ask for forgiveness either." The archer still remembered how Viki screamed at both him and Luc before she teleported them. Her sad yet livid expression; it was almost as bad as seeing that despaired look on Tyr’s face the night he snuck off to fight Windy and came back battered and bruised. “If anything, I expect you two to be outright livid with me.”

"...You don't have to," Tyr replied, finishing up the worst of Ted's other arm. "Forgiveness is something that you've never needed to ask for. Not from me." He lowered his hands, looking over his handiwork. Not as good as it could be, for certain, but it would hold until they reached the shop, hopefully.

Placing an arm behind Ted's shoulders, Tyr paused for a moment. "Ted... can you stand? I can help you back to the shop." It'll be easier for you to rest there.

He wanted to say so much more to Ted just then, to tell him exactly how he was feeling, but here and now- this was far from the best place to do something like that. If nothing else, Tyr wanted Ted somewhere safer, somewhere other than the forest.

Setting his arm around Tyr's shoulder both for more comfort than support, Ted replied meekly, "You really are too good for me sometimes. It's not even fair... Makes me feel like I'm taking advantage of you." Just once, he wished that he could be the one to make everything right for Tyr. To not be the one with messes that needed to be cleaned up and wounds to be patched up. It always felt like he was the screw up, the one that was in need. He almost felt like a damsel in constant distress. Like now, his legs were working just fine and he could muster the strength to walk all the way back to the shop, but there he was. Using Tyr as his crutch.

"I’ll make this all up to you one day, buddy." he whispered with his head hung low. Suddenly a wave hit him and he felt a whole lot more tired than he had ever in the past. Ted felt as if all his vitality had been drained from him at that very moment. "You can count it. ...if I haven’t already and even if I already have. I’ll make it all up to you..."

Pulling Ted up, Tyr picked up the bag he'd carried along and slung it over his other shoulder. He shifted slightly, compensating for his friend's weakened state. That Ted would accept his help now- how was he supposed to say that being able to support his friend again was all that he could ever ask for?

Soul Eater, the rune they both bore- Tyr was barely been able to understand what it must have been like for Ted, to spend his life knowing that the souls of those whom he loved would be trapped inside his rune for eternity.

The comparatively short time he had been the bearer of the rune had given him more of an understanding of his friend than he had when Ted had been alive to him, but there still remained a part of Ted which Tyr knew he would never be able to reach. "I know you will," he whispered, catching Ted as he slumped against him. "You will..."

But for now, let me support you a while longer.