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∞ 101: Quiet disappearance [voice/action]

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[It's almost midnight and he hasn't received a response from Raine for almost three hours. Raine could be kept busy after school from time to time, but she had not mentioned anything that would keep her out late today -- especially this late.]

Has anyone seen or spoken to Professor Sage today? She is not answering to messages from her journal.

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[Despite the chill in the air so late at night, Albert stands out on the porch outside of his house. There is fortunately no snow tonight, so he was able to send out Rune to scout around the nearby forests.

Part of him has already concluded that it's likely Raine was abducted by the rogue facilities. She had certainly not been sent back to her world, as her belongings were still intact and the journal system still recognized that she was there. But ... there was the faint concern that something else might have happened. Luceti wasn't safe from its own residents, after all.]

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[Caesar huffs, but doesn't directly respond at first. He takes his brother's arm instead and starts using the bandages to wrap it. Since he's never done this before, he tries hard to wrap the bandages firm, but not tight.]

Some guy named Leonhardt. [He tries to think of how to describe him.] A man with silver hair and violet eyes, probably around your age. His skill with a sword is surprisingly impressive.

Leonhardt. I know the name. The man. [They had spoken over the locked system sometime ago.] A good first impression...

[He trails off with a wince as Caesar starts bandaging the arm, eyes narrowing briefly.]

Really? [Caesar smirks a little to himself as he works.] Glad I'm not the only one who thought so. He's not too bad of a teacher. A smart guy.

[Just a little bit more. He does notice his brother wince, but he doesn't say anything. He'll just try to wrap his arm a bit more loosely.]

[The wince is very brief, and soon Albert is back to form.] Hn. It's a wonder he has the patience to deal with you.

Probably because he's trained people younger than me before.

[He saw no point in arguing with his brother about what kind of student he was. Jerk. Caesar holds the end of the bandage in place, using his other hand to go through the box to find something to hold the bandages.]

[With his arm in the process of being bandaged, Albert again shuts his eyes and concentrates on keeping his muscles relaxed. He'll even be quiet for awhile, probably much to Caesar's relief.]

[Caesar definitely doesn't mind it. While he was confident about what he was doing (it was very simple, after all), it was the thought of criticism that made him nervous. He thinks he's done alright so far, though. Hopefully.

...oh, here we are. A couple of clips will do the trick. Once he puts them on, he'll look up at his brother.]

Is that okay?

[Albert opens his eyes and wiggles his fingers again, this time forming a loose fist. Then he starts pushing himself to his feet.]

It's decent. You should have applied medicine.

Edited 2012-02-08 09:49 (UTC)

I have to check the soup. [So there was no time for medicine, obviously. He picks up the dirty towels and stands up, too.] Does it hurt?

[Well, two can play at that game.]

I should start washing the dishes.

[Caesar sighs in annoyance. He started it, so of course he sees what you just did there.]

Fine, you're right. I just figured that since it's you, it probably won't get infected. So does it hurt?

[He sets the towels aside and goes to the sink to rinse his hands again.]

Of course it hurts. But the point was made, and the wound will heal. [And, well, he can't really wash this dishes with his wrist as stiff as it currently was.]

You're really something else, you know that? [But he just shakes his head. So typical of his brother. So very typical. After he finishes rinsing his hands, he goes to stir the soup again.] You should sit down. I'll take care of this stuff.

[About the only thing his brother could do in the kitchen at this point, he was sure, was eat his dinner. ...it should probably be finished soon, now that he thinks about it.]

Just as planned. [Albert says wryly, carefully pushing away from the counter and heading over to the island to sit on one of the stools.]

Edited 2012-02-08 10:23 (UTC)

You jerk. [Caesar rolls his eyes. Despite how ridiculous this whole situation was, he isn't quite angry about it, so it's not a very serious insult.] How much longer will this take?

I'm not sure; I lost track of time. [...All right, all right, he'll stop.] You can turn off the burner and remove the pot from the heat.

Like I'd ever have believed that. [Just what does he take him for? ...actually, he'd rather not know. He turns off the stove and removes the pot. Thankfully, he doesn't have to move it very far, because the handles on the pot are just a little warmer than warm.] I guess I'll check your bandages tomorrow. I can put medicine on it then.

[Albert looks at the bandage again, then snorts at Caesar's comment.] How responsible. I'm in such good care.

I know, I know. I try. [Now that he doesn't have to worry about the soup anymore, Caesar can properly clean up. He picks the medical kit up from the floor and sets it on top of one of the counters, then gets rid of the towels.] So now, when you really get hurt, you won't have to fear for your life if it's me trying to help you out.

Indeed. I will only have to fear that amputation may be necessary. [Such dark humor. But perhaps that is a good sign? ...Perhaps not.]

Good to know that my work inspires confidence. [Technically, he might have a way to fix that, too, but after this, he has a feeling it's better if he doesn't mention it.] Let's not test that one, okay?

[Hmm, he should set the table now. He goes to retrieve the dishes for their food.]

Do not worry; I have no intention of a repeat of this anytime soon. [He gives the bandage a light touch, not wanting to aggravate the split skin beneath.]

I'll hold you to that. [Let's see... A couple of bowls, a couple of spoons... maybe a couple of glasses?] Are you thirsty?

Just water, please; the soup should be enough flavor otherwise. [He watches Caesar move around the kitchen, his eyes flitting over to the oven once in awhile.] I believe you were saying something about baking for a bet?

[He sets the dishes aside then, taking one of the glasses to the sink to fill it up.]

I don't think I feel like baking anymore. I'll give it a try tomorrow.