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GRATIA // PSL

So, here's what Irahl knows.

He's alone in a dark, cold cave. He has most, if not all, of his gear. No one is guarding his location. As he heads away from the spot where he came to consciousness, no one tries to stop him, and no one gets in his way. The few people he finds down there seem human, and not about to approach the nearly-seven-foot man that comes stalking out of the lower tunnels. Honestly, everyone here seems a surprised and a little astonished about his... Entire scene.

There is a way up. It's a maze of twisting corridors and confusing passageways, half of which feel too small for him. It's bigger and bigger groups of people, some of which scatter like schools of fish, and some of which have to be pushed through to get anywhere. It's climbing up into streets lit with dingy lights, graffiti-covered hallways, warehouses, weird holes in stone walls that may or may not be windows. It's alarm bells, it's people yelling at each other down the street. It's just an absurd number of stairs. A couple of people make an attempt to stop him somewhere, and it goes poorly for them.

Elsewhere, events are being set in motion where Irahl cannot see. But he's on his way out.

Eventually, more people try to stop him. At the end of another long stretch of Underground city, a group of official-looking folks are putting a real effort into blocking off the obvious exit, and some of them have weapons.

Down a side alley, into another tunnel, and then the space opens up into a... Plaza, of some sort? The floor is made of stone. The buildings surrounding it are made of stone and are hard to distinguish from one another. At at least the ceiling (also made of stone) is a lot higher than before. Cavernous. There's some kind of sculpture in the middle of it, some impressive feat of geometric stonework that gives the illusion of defying gravity despite weighing literal tons.

This is where someone finally catches him. Sounds have been echoing unhelpfully down every passageway, making it hard to tell if people are coming or going - but this series of quick footsteps comes from an upward direction before someone hits the ground about five feet in front of Irahl.

His clothes are different. His hair is better-kept. Maybe if the situation wasn't quite so tense, there'd be time to see the ways in which his face is different, the way his eyes don't have quite as vicious and sharp a gleam as they used to. But whatever Irahl can take in of him, there is Robin, having hopped down from a rooftop to put himself between him and the exit again.

"...Holy shit."

Kind of weird that he looks absolutely shocked to see the person in front of him, though.

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Hey, it's a pretty good joke. Seth makes a small sound that's essentially the lowest-effort hum of acknowledgement possible, his expression unchanged. You could almost call it a laugh if you'd never seen or heard someone laugh before.

Perhaps more telling is the fact that, after a moment, he reaches over to grab the hilt and just holds the loose sword straight. He doesn't take it out or anything, but at least it won't be actively tearing a bigger hole in Irahl for a remaining moments it takes for their medic to arrive.

There's the sound of footfalls hurrying up the path Irahl had been led down not long ago, and soon Finn skids to a stop at the edge of the courtyard with a bulky medical bag in hand.

"...Holy shit," is the only thing he can say at first, astonished to find these two so full of sharp objects. He tips down his sunglasses to make sure he's seeing everything correctly, his green eyes glowing like two big fireflies in the dark, "...What the fuck?"

Seth gives a very noncommittal response, which... Sounds almost exactly like his 'laugh' from earlier, honestly.

There is a split second there where Irahl sees a hand moving in from the side of his vision, heading toward the sword, and he suffers a pang of concern. All the things he imagines in that moment are pretty bad, so he is pleasantly shocked to see that it's for a reason that could be seen as helpful or even kind.

Well... first, when Seth straightens out the sword a little, he groans as he's hit with the particular kind of pain that comes from having something sharp move around in his organs. That spasm of pain then makes him cough a little. After that, he doesn't breathe at all for a few seconds, because it turns out that coughing is one of the most painful things he possibly could have done in that moment.

Then, once that agony subsides and he realizes that there isn't as much horrible pressure holding open his wound anymore, he's finally able to feel some surprise and appreciation.

Once he hears Finn announce his arrival, Irahl lets Seth's wordless acknowledgement speak for both of them. But he does weakly lift up a hand by a few inches in a mockery of a wave.

What an... Informative and helpful set of answers. Finn takes a couple of cautious steps in, like he's half-expecting to be shot full of knives himself at any moment.

"Are we... How are we feeling?" He asks, eyes darting very obviously between the three tremendous injuries he can see, "Can I get in here without anyone... Freaking out...?"

He means it in the sense that all three of them are monsters, and that fight had sounded pretty scary by the end, and he doesn't want to accidentally trigger some violent bloodlust in anyone. But this would also be a convenient time for anyone to voice if they're for some reason not on board with impending medical help.

Seth does actually consider this for a moment, while apathetically trying to ignore the knife in his shoulder. Ironically, it's kind of a good thing it hurts so much. It's distracting him from the strange way Irahl's blood smells.

"I'm all right," Seth decides, before glancing down at Irahl, for whom he is still propping up a sword in his body, "And yourself?"

Normally he wouldn't bother being polite, but right now he thinks it's funny.

Yeah, the absurdity factor is at least keeping Irahl's humor engaged, which is better than the other places his mood could be going, even if it's still not exactly an indication of a good mood. It's helping to distract from the pain. The combination of both sword wounds is one of the worst states he has been in after a fight in some time. He isn't currently in danger of imminent death, but it's still not great.

"Crick in my neck," is his reply. Then, he lifts a couple fingers in the direction of where his cloak is still pinned to the rock floor of the courtyard, and tilts his head just enough to make it clear he's now speaking to Finn. "This guy could use more swords. He ran out."

Seth very nearly smiles at that one. If Irahl isn't careful, he might actually get Seth to laugh. You know, out loud.

Meanwhile, Finn is less amused, but the quips do at least answer his question. He heads over with a little more urgency, stowing his sunglasses fully in his bag.

"Got an idea where a couple went," he mutters, kneeling down next to Irahl to get a better look at this pretty intense situation. He swears again when he realizes the sword in Irahl's shoulder is wedged significantly deeper than the actual depth of said shoulder.

"I thought you said you were going to spar with him," Finn remarks as he starts to dig through his bag, "Not turn him into a pin cushion..."

As distressing and urgent as all of this looks, Finn's combat experience is primarily as a field medic, so he knows how to move quickly and prioritize what will do the most good the fastest. He yanks off his gloves and puts on a different pair from inside the bag. Seth says nothing in response to his accusations, not particularly remorseful and feeling absolutely no need to justify himself.

"We've got to get that sword out," States Finn, pointing briefly to the one Seth is holding, "But on my signal. New Guy, how worried are you about blood loss?"

Now that medical attention seems imminent and he doesn't have to think so hard about being patient and keeping his cool until that happens, the antsiness to no longer be impaled and staked to the ground climbs quickly.

The fact that a third person is being introduced to this situation may unconsciously be part of it. It's not that he doesn't want the help. But it's one thing to be ripped apart and vulnerable next to the guy who was there when it happened, and another for someone new to come in and scrutinize it for the first time.

He has also never been considered the most cooperative patient in the world. So, the terseness is not only due to the pain when he answers.

"It's fine. Just get it out."

"Great," responds Finn, apparently more than ready to take that statement at face value and not ask any further questions, "Seth, go for it."

With a slight wince of his own, Seth pulls his own sword out of Irahl in one swift motion. At least the sharpness of the blade makes it less of an agonizing experience than it could be. Seth sets his sword down off to the side before he very gingerly starts to get to his feet.

"Can you... Oh," Finn says, since Seth is already on it, "Yeah, we need this guy sitting up for a second. How are you with pain killers?"

The second question is sent towards Irahl, even though Finn is keeping his eyes on Seth to make sure the guy doesn't pass out from blood loss while he's up there. Irahl will have significantly less warning before Seth goes and pries up his second sword from out of Irahl's shoulder.

Finn is going to have to wait on that answer. Irahl is paying far more attention to what is about to happen at his shoulder than whatever the medic is asking. Having the first sword pulled out of him was awful in a visceral, nauseating sort of way, but the sheer relief of it almost balances out the pain. He's not so lucky with the shoulder.

There are many pathways of nerves and tendons to be damaged up in the shoulder, and there's more anxiety attached to it. He only needs some of his organs to remain intact, but he definitely needs both of his arms. Also, he's aware of the fact that this sword is going to require a bit more of a yank to pull it loose.

He does what he can to brace himself for it, but still grimaces and growls between his teeth when Seth wrenches that thing up out of his shoulder as well as the stone beneath it.

As soon as he's free, Irahl clamps a hand over the newly exposed wound, but it has nothing to do with trying to stop the bleeding. Aggravated nerves are sending miniature lightning bolts of pain down his arm, so he just... needs a minute. With a quiet and annoyed groan, he rolls slowly onto his side to just breathe and bleed and enjoy not being trapped on his back anymore.

In a minute, he'll sit up or move or whatever else they want, but he's first going to close his eyes and take a couple of composing breaths before he's ready to cooperate again.

Finn says nothing during all of this, in part because he instinctively freezes and stares at Irahl when he hears him growl. It's an involuntary reaction, one he's glad to shake out of and start moving past the moment his senses return to him.

Seth, meanwhile, doesn't seem concerned. He stoically sets (well, kind of drops) his sword down next to the other one, then continues standing because the idea of sitting back down again seems like more trouble than it's worth.

In the end, Irahl will have plenty of time to gather himself, because Finn has to go and order Seth to sit back down again. Seth isn't a particularly good patient either, sighing again like this whole thing is a bothersome chore before finally, begrudgingly, settling back down. Finn gets a better look at the knife wedged in his boss' shoulder and starts to form a plan.

"This is going to be a bitch to get out," he can be heard murmuring in Seth's direction, "And then you'll bleed even more than you are now. I think I can stitch you up pretty quick, but I'm not going in there without an anesthetic."

Seth frowns, pausing to think as if he's actually considering any alternative... But eventually he nods, cueing Finn to go get the things he needs from his bag.

"You, painkillers--" If Irahl's anything close to useful by this point, Finn shoves a cap with a couple of capsules in it into his hand. He's been very careful not to touch him up until now, but this is pretty important. "Take these when you're ready."

And then he scurries back to go attend to Seth--who will be getting about the same orders, but without the nicety of 'when you're ready' on the end.

As eager as Irahl had been to roll onto his side a minute ago, he's already lying on his back again by the time that Finn addresses him, the forearm attached to his good shoulder draped over his eyes. He apathetically accepts the pills, but for once doesn't have to think very long before actually taking them.

He has been through plenty of worse situations without medication before--the overwhelming majority of them, in fact--but he would love to be at least a little bit numb to this particular situation. Between the pain lancing through his body, the attention he's about to endure, and still being a little rattled from the intensity of the fight, his nerves feel frayed. Pills sound great.

While he waits for his next turn with the medic, be begins gingerly unbuckling his armor, as that takes a minute even when not working around two grisly wounds.

A strange sort of dissonance settles over the court. Finn is treating this like an emergency situation in which every second counts, apparently committed to doing some light surgery right here in Seth's backyard. Seth still seems more inconvenienced by the wasted time than anything. As their doctor continues to chatter quietly to himself and to his patient, and Seth keeps responding with as little sound or motion as possible. For a while, all of it happens as if Irahl is one of the tranquil pillars surrounding the space and not a conscious, very-injured person who can see and hear them.

And then the meds start kicking in. Finn gave him a big dose because he didn't know if they would even work. It takes an edge off of the pain, which is still present but becoming increasingly distant. It's a little numbing. Sure makes laying around on a hard stone floor more comfortable, though.

Next to him, Finn starts working the knife out of his boss's shoulder. He's delivered as much local anesthetic as he thinks is medically safe, but it still seems very painful and takes much longer than anyone wants. Seth keeps his eyes closed and is concentrating very hard on not making any noise.

"Fucking... Insane," Finn grimaces as he tries very, very hard not to accidentally sever a tendon on his way out, "You're extremely lucky this didn't land any lower..."

Finally, with a wet tearing sound the knife is fully removed and tossed aside. Seth looks momentarily a little sick as he instinctively curls forward and holds the wound, which is now gushing blood all over the front of his previously-nice shirt.

But at least now Finn can work. He'll bully Seth out of his armor and shirt, get him to lie down, and start working out of a mat he's rolled out. Tools, vials, supplies are all laid out nicely on a sanitized surface.

Somewhere around the time the meds start kicking in, Irahl closes his eyes. As grateful as he is for the anesthetizing effects, he doesn't love the feeling of medication in his system. Even alcohol, the thing that he has been visiting more and more often lately, can trigger the aversion. It isn't an overwhelming sensation, but it makes him a little nauseous and reminds of things he'd rather not be thinking about.

But he doesn't like thinking about the fact that he can feel his heartbeat in his ears either, as he bleeds from what he's pretty sure is a sliced liver. Even lying on his back, he's making a puddle of dark blood on the sandstone beneath him.

So, he sends his mind off wandering elsewhere, (which is helped along by the drugs,) only surfacing briefly to frown when he hears his very nice knife clattering against stone.

There's a stretch of silence where they're just two giant men laying around, bleeding all over the ground, while a weird little monster-guy flushes out and stitches closed the wound as best as he can. It takes Finn a little while to figure out exactly what's going on, but his eyes keep telling him that something about the wound is corrupted and wrong.

But he's not as opposed to talking as some people here... So about halfway through his work, he starts directing words over his shoulder at Irahl.

"Hey, uh... Quick question for the other floor guy. What's up with your knife?"

He turns to finish pulling a stitch closed before he adds, "Aside from it being just stupid big, I mean. What's it doing to his shoulder?"

This series of questions is also partly to check and make sure Irahl is still conscious and whether or not the drugs are kicking in.

Irahl returns to his body when he hears himself being addressed, which is kind of a bummer.

He sounds pretty hoarse and uncomfortable when he answers, even more terse than usual. It hurts to use his diaphragm. If he'd bother to be a little wordier, it would be easier to tell if the drugs are working or not, but he of course keeps it as brief as possible.

"Arcana. Healing will be fucked up."

Finn doesn't exactly know what arcana means, but he isn't Nikaro or Jandru. He doesn't really need to know the details, and he's not necessarily interested in learning more. He just needs to know that second part, the important part.

"Great, great. Cool, cool, cool," Finn says, "And Seth, you needlessly put yourself at risk of being stabbed with a fucks-up-healing-knife because...?"

Seth has been laying there with his eyes closed for long enough that he could easily be mistaken for sleeping. But he's been listening, and he responds quickly enough.

"I've no use for people who don't do as they've promised."

Finn pauses in sewing to stare at Seth for a moment before hesitantly looking for some clarity, "...Was that an answer to my question, or are you telling me to hurry up?"

"Yes," states Seth, eyes still closed.

"...Oookay," says Finn, who genuinely cannot tell if Seth is deadly serious, starting to get loopy, or just fucking with him. They go back to looking at their work so they can wrap this up as quickly as possible. "You both sound great. Glad you're both okay with whatever happened here."

Seth responds with a small murmur of agreement--which both misses Finn's tone entirely, and puts his involvement in the social dynamic of this situation at a record high, which may both be signs that the drugs have fully kicked in.

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Speaking of social participation, with Irahl's brain feeling cushioned and helped along in its wandering, letting the conversation happening near him filter in and out of his mind, it eventually drifts into a small realization. He's replaying snapshots from the fight, and he recalls something that prompts him to actually pipe up from his place on the ground.

The timing and cadence makes it sound as though he's replying to the last thing that Finn has said, but he's actually speaking to Seth. He doesn't put any effort into making that part clear, so he's just idly hoping that one of the two of them will figure it out.

"Think you broke my visor."

Finn does glance over briefly to make sure he hasn't fucked something up--but it's pretty quickly apparent that Irahl is not taking to him. Mostly because Seth responds.

"I was annoyed," the man says by way of explanation, probably. It's certainly not an apology. It's also really underselling the fury with which he'd headbutted the thing off of Irahl's face.

Finn finishes up some last stitches, cuts him loose, and begins the increasingly-arduous challenge of seeing if he can get Seth to sit back up again.

Annoyed, huh? There's a huff at that, though it's stilted and quiet with the strain it puts on his torn-up insides.

"I'd hate to see you mad."

It's a good thing that the two of them are finishing up over there, because Irahl is apparently getting restless. He's either feeling antsy from being stuck in one spot for so long, or the drugs are allowing him to feel okay enough to get bored. Turning his head, he looks off in the vague direction he remembers his visor landing, and kind of drapes his good arm in that direction as if he has any hope of reaching it.

If they make him wait any longer, he might try to get up to go look for it.

Should Irahl be paying attention, he might catch Seth smirking on his way back up to sitting... Though the moment vanishes quickly under another wince as his shoulder protests to being moved. Finn mutters at him to hold still before applying a thick gauze pad and doing his best to wrap the injury knowing he's still got at least two other stab wounds in Irahl to tend to.

As Seth sits there, feeling increasingly detached about the arm Finn is manipulating off to the side of his body (only mostly catching Finn's occasional order to "hold this" or "stop leaning"), something else crosses his mind that's apparently worth speaking of.

"Difficult to do."

Though if anyone manages to follow that through the significant silence that came before it and the wandering attention and the fact that some of them are busy doing potentially life-saving work, it'll be a small miracle.

"Hey, what are you doing...?" Finn asks, catching Irahl's vague draping, "Stop moving. What do you need."

Gods, Finn hopes this doesn't turn into him babysitting a couple of drunk people.

To be specific, Finn is babysitting two seven-foot-tall drunk people, who are inhuman enough to not care very much about the grievous wounds that have been punched into their bodies.

Irahl answers Finn by lifting fingers on the arm that has been left draped lethargically across the ground, but he's not actually pointing at anything. He's pointing at where he kind of vaguely thinks his visor and mask might be, but he hasn't actually spotted them, so it's not like looking in that direction will help put much context to his non-answer.

He doesn't answer Finn with actual words because he's too busy thinking about Seth's answer. And his thoughts are sluggish enough to also make his own reply pretty delayed, as he first thinks about what he has seen of Vincent's anger, makes a couple inferences, and finally assembles some words to say.

"Guess I'll try harder next time."

"You'll have to," Seth replies. Hard to say if that rather even statement is his go at fun banter, like 'you'll have to do better than that', or if he's simply stating that yes, when they inevitably do battle again one day, it will be nearly impossible to break his will and see him turn into a raging, flesh-eating monster.

Finn clips off Seth's bandages with a quiet huff and finally properly turns his attention over to Irahl. He doesn't really know what Irahl was trying to point at, so he... Basically ignores the gesture in favor of gathering up his supplies and heading over. Soon he's crouched down in the puddle of blood that's been pooling underneath Irahl this whole time, bag over his shoulder, looking pensively over the mess.

"...So we can do this one of two ways," he explains, holding up his fingers to show the following options, "I'm gonna stitch you up, and you can either tough it out and be in a lot of pain while I poke around in there, or I can give you some more painkillers and then you might not have to feel anything. What'll it be?"

Or they can do things a third way, in which Irahl picks neither option and instead says something unrelated.

Well, it's not completely unrelated. Irahl is already thinking about this little doctor session as Finn makes his way over, but it's about a different aspect than what Finn asks about. So, Irahl ignores his question in favor of the one already in his head.

"He owes me a new shirt."

Which, yes, it's kind of a humorous statement, but he means it more in the way that this shirt has been ruined, he doesn't have many other shirts, Seth had been the one to supply this one in the first place, so he's going to need a replacement sooner rather than later.

Also, he doesn't then return to Finn's question like a good boy now that he has made his statement, because he gets caught up in wondering if he should choose between having his shirt cut off of him or peeled off over his damaged body before the doctor can decide for him, but he can't pick which one he thinks would be worse.

Oh, Seth waves his good hand to brush off the subject immediately. Joke or not, he hardly thinks it's worth the concern.

"It will be done," he says, because anything worth saying is worth saying with tremendous gravity, "Have one of mine, for now."

Finn continues to crouch in this puddle of strange-smelling blood, staring into the middle distance, waiting for the guy in front of him to focus up or make some mistake he can use as an excuse to stop being nice and get to work.

Though he can't resist muttering, "I'm gonna start taking painkillers, at this rate."

With the promise of being able to replace his shirt as soon as they're done here, Finn can properly distract Irahl from his vague and restless thoughts and remind him of the question he'd sidestepped around.

Painkillers, right.

"Second one's faster, yeah?" That has become his priority, apparently. He might have protested it more before, but with some painkillers already onboard and making him care less about pretty much everything, he's fine with whatever. He just wants this ordeal finished as soon as possible, and it's a pretty safe bet that it will continue to be his answer for most of the choices to be made from here on out.

As dire as Irahl's situation looks, at least Finn's finally beginning to believe that it's not as grim as he'd initially thought. If this guy's got the energy to complain and ask questions, he can't be that bad. Either that, or he's got just... An absolutely insane pain threshold, which is also possible. Monster biology is confusing.

"Way faster," Finn confirms. He looks around for wherever that cap went, rattles a couple more pills out into it so that Irahl can dope himself up to his heart's content. And then he gets up to go look for something--comes back a minute later with a little stool he found. Probably meant for gardening, but he sets it down next to his patient so that he's got somewhere to put his tools (that isn't on the ground with all the blood).

"Man, is this what I get for skipping introductions this morning...?" He asks, meaning to provide a bit of humor before he starts getting very intimate with the inside of what might be his new coworker.

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