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13th Aura | Action
[Action | Genessia Hospital]
[At some point, Jaune managed to convince the hospital staff to allow him to be unrestrained once he proved himself to be cured and not prone to violence like his worse half. By now, the wounds on his shoulders have been stitched up, but he's sporting something other than sutures on his neck: a small WS is scrawled in sharpie on the wound that's begun to scar over. Despite his healing speed, they insisted he remain under observation for 24 hours, which is just depressing when he re-discovers hospital food. Which are actually hospital liquids. He might seem disappointed by the lack of chicken nuggets, but he's mostly preoccupied by the severity of what happened and almost happened.
All the people he hurt, many of them who he cared about deeply.
He'll keep poking at the sustenance without eating it until he finally gets up to try and escape for a little while.]
[Action | Genessia Hospital Lab]
[Okay so the food sucks.
And as awkward as it is, Ed is one of the few people he doesn't feel ashamed to look in the eye.
Ed is his friend and Ed means pizza.
Jaune is navigating through the corridors to find Ed. Where was his lab again? He distinctively remembers a drink machine being nearby.]
[Action | The Next Day, various locations around Nova City.]
[Jaune was allowed to leave after being given specific instructions, and right now he's walking his pet white golden retriever, Snow, to gather his thoughts on how to approach it. His favorite hoodie was ruined in the fight against Emerald. That's okay. He can always get a new one. If being split into two extremes made him realize anything, it was that for all this time, he hadn't been moving forward. He was just as stuck as he had been for half a year. His negative side had seemed to realize that more than his positive did. Moving forward wasn't as simple as making a decision and sticking with it, but he was acknowledging it. There's still a lot of damage left to repair with his friends, acquaintances, even some enemies. That's one step he can take right now. The next step is one he's impatient to get started on, but it will have to wait.]
[At some point, Jaune managed to convince the hospital staff to allow him to be unrestrained once he proved himself to be cured and not prone to violence like his worse half. By now, the wounds on his shoulders have been stitched up, but he's sporting something other than sutures on his neck: a small WS is scrawled in sharpie on the wound that's begun to scar over. Despite his healing speed, they insisted he remain under observation for 24 hours, which is just depressing when he re-discovers hospital food. Which are actually hospital liquids. He might seem disappointed by the lack of chicken nuggets, but he's mostly preoccupied by the severity of what happened and almost happened.
All the people he hurt, many of them who he cared about deeply.
He'll keep poking at the sustenance without eating it until he finally gets up to try and escape for a little while.]
[Action | Genessia Hospital Lab]
[Okay so the food sucks.
And as awkward as it is, Ed is one of the few people he doesn't feel ashamed to look in the eye.
Ed is his friend and Ed means pizza.
Jaune is navigating through the corridors to find Ed. Where was his lab again? He distinctively remembers a drink machine being nearby.]
[Action | The Next Day, various locations around Nova City.]
[Jaune was allowed to leave after being given specific instructions, and right now he's walking his pet white golden retriever, Snow, to gather his thoughts on how to approach it. His favorite hoodie was ruined in the fight against Emerald. That's okay. He can always get a new one. If being split into two extremes made him realize anything, it was that for all this time, he hadn't been moving forward. He was just as stuck as he had been for half a year. His negative side had seemed to realize that more than his positive did. Moving forward wasn't as simple as making a decision and sticking with it, but he was acknowledging it. There's still a lot of damage left to repair with his friends, acquaintances, even some enemies. That's one step he can take right now. The next step is one he's impatient to get started on, but it will have to wait.]
text;
[He debates about telling her what he almost did. What he would have gone through with if Dave hadn't been there to stop him. But Weiss has been burdened with enough.]
I don't know about you, but I don't want to lose the person I am to this. Speaking of the house, do you know what you're going to do?
You signed my neck
You signed my neck! I'm never washing it again. :)
You did free your sister, right?
I think I want to. ...What kind of changes?
text;
I signed a contract so I have to keep it. Whitley seems much more comfortable not having to share too. Also I did miss having a pool.
Wash it right now.
Of course I did!
For one thing, you're going to Alcoholics Anonymous meetings.
Re: text;
Oh. So you're staying?
I don't want to! Not yet. Let me enjoy this for at least a day.
Just making sure there wasn't some weird law or something saying you can't.
Weiss, I'm not saying no. But I feel like crap right now. I don't know how long I've been in here without a drink. Was there anything else too?
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You can come over whenever you want. Besides, I think it might be best to put some space between Nora and I after.. everything that's happened. She's been putting up with being my roommate for long enough.
One day. If I still see it on there tomorrow I'm going attack you with an exfoliant.
I was the one who laid allegations against her, all I had to do was rescind them. And apologize, profusely.
So let yourself feel like crap. If you keep trying to go back to not feeling it, all it's going to do is postpone it. And it'll never stop, believe me.
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Maybe your other half had the right idea in mind, even if she didn't go about it the best way. I think we should all move. It feels like it's time. I don't know, there are a lot of memories there, good and bad.
Look I have no control over what might happen overnight. Why'd you sign me if I can't keep it?
Are you two...okay now?
On one condition. You have to promise me you'll take better care of yourself from now on. It's not fair to ask me to try and be better when you consistently take on too much and you might not agree, but I think part of you resents us for it. And I just want my friend back.
text;
If that's what you want to do. Just make sure you give me your address(es?). We're all becoming adults, anyway, it's kind of.. strange, to all be bunching together like a bunch of kids in a dorm still.
It's like signing a cast. It doesn't mean you keep your creepy, musty leg casing after they cut it off just because it's signed.
I hope so.
I will. I don't.. resent you for it though. For me it's just.. when I work that hard, when I don't stop, I could exhaust myself into staying asleep for a little longer. I can't keep expecting Sun to pull me out for breaks whenever I push myself too hard though, so.. you're right. I'll try to figure this out in a way that isn't slowly shaving years off my life because of stress. I'll promise to take care of myself, you promise to let yourself get better.
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Yeah of course that's totally what I want to do. Living together like a team and having a lot of people around at once is lame. Yep. Completely, 112% lame. I will if you will.
People don't keep their casts to remember their injuries?
What happened wasn't your fault. I'm sure she understands that. Not that I'd want you to arrest Whitley too, but why Winter?
I promise. Is there... I don't know. Is there anything I could do to help with that? I heard there's something called hypnosis but I don't know how well it works.