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Date: 2023-04-29 11:35 pm (UTC)It's cruel. It feels like the Fog must have done it to her on purpose, just how Basil felt his fire must have been given to him as a curse, to ruin the plants he loves so dearly.
But right now? For once...Basil doesn't see it as a curse. If anything, he's glad that he has it, because if he didn't, he wouldn't be able to help Max. It...feels like the first time he's really been able to properly help anyone.
He felt like he was helping, back then. But it also felt like the only option. He hadn't been given a choice...
Basil keeps his hands loose so Max can slip her fingers between his claws before he curves them gently around her hands, keeping the warmth between both of them. He'd be hugging her if he had access to his arms, but the way she leans against him is contact enough, he figures. He tilts his head slightly, leaning his head against hers, heedless to the way her antler presses against his scales.]
...everything is going to be okay, Max.
[He eventually murmurs, his voice a whisper.]
T-this...isn't fair. But it doesn't make you...any less you. You're still Max.
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Date: 2023-04-30 08:07 am (UTC)That he'd hear it all. Everything, and still offer such a simple and kind gesture as holding her hands. It means more than any words could. It means more than Max could even try to understand or explain. ]
I n-never even...admitted it to- to myself. [ Quiet, almost whispered right into his collar between wet gasps. ] But...if I'm s- saying it now...it's gotta be true, right? I- I'm never...never getting better.
[ Her tears, impossibly warm for her but still cold for anyone with a heartbeat, soak into his clothes and scales as she gives up on swallowing down any of this. On instinct, her body tries to take in more air, because she's lightheaded from distress and that's what used to work. What results is Max's turn at a full-body sob, shaking and clutching Basil's hands tighter.
Right against him like this, Basil may feel Max's forehead, starkly and noticeably warmer than the rest of her from an inexplicable fever. ]
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Date: 2023-05-01 01:53 am (UTC)But he isn't thinking about any of that now. He's too busy turning over her words, the idea that she's never going to get better. She will never be well again, permanently damaged.
Broken.
And Basil...he can't lie to her. It's the one time he wishes he could.
Basil's jaws tremble as he fights to come up with something to say, but he just can't. He's left silent as Max sobs into his shoulder, holding her hands and not minding how tightly she grips them in return. Even if she holds them until they turn numb, he won't ask her to let go. It's...scary, how cold, yet warm she can be all at the same time.]
I-...I d-don't know.
[He finally whispers, wishing he could conjure up a half-truth that was better than something so weak and uncertain. But he doesn't know, how could he? Ryslig...the Fog, whatever, It could have fixed Max, but it didn't. Her new monster body could have been stronger, and completely whole again...but it didn't.
He hates it. He hates it for her.]
It...it's not fair.
cw: nonconsensual surgery/medical horror mentions
Date: 2023-05-01 07:17 am (UTC)That there was a chance to beg for them to be healed, but the idea of someone else poking around inside her was too terrifying to comprehend. Not after Vecna invading her mind. Not after the scientists of E+L carving her open.
It's stupid, how horrible things happening to her kept Max from seizing opportunities. What if it didn't work? But what if it did?
Those sorts of thoughts swim around her head. It's dizzying. Or...maybe that's just the weird way she's reacting to what undead do instead of drown.
Still, Basil centers her. Without her music to, it's all she has. How his support is quite literally keeping her body upright, as she can't put the weight on her knees. How the warmth from his hands radiates outward, like it's enveloping them in a gentle aura. The sobs tearing through her disrupt it a little—but they also keep her from spilling anything else from her loose lips, and at the moment, she'll take it. It's not fair, it's not, but there's nothing she can do about it.
For a long while, that's all there is. Until either her crying or his heat or some combination of the two expel all the water from her. Even her hair's airdried, and her grip on Basil's hands has weakened. If she were thinking about it, she would've shifted to a more comfortable position. But now somehow her thighs tingle with pins and needles, as do her arms. Like the water previously in her lungs, it's a reason to pull away.
But, this time she doesn't. ]
'm sorry. [ With a scratchy, hoarse voice. ] Please...don't tell, okay?
[ It already hurts that it feels like she's had her insides shown to the world, with March. It already hurts that none of this was anywhere near voluntary. That now, she's been reduced to pleading like a child. ]
cw: death/panic attack mention
Date: 2023-05-02 02:30 am (UTC)Please don't tell.
It had become another secret. Another pair of secrets to keep. And now...Basil feels the weight of yet another, only this time...he can remember everything. He isn't just being told after the fact, he told Max everything himself. She knows it all, down to the most minute detail.
Basil thinks that he should be uncomfortable like this too, sitting on the hard floor in the same position for so long. But he's unfortunately used to this, having spent many a evening in the fetal position in his bedroom, trying to work himself down from a panic attack. It has all happened before, and it will happen again.
And since Max doesn't pull away, Basil won't either. He'll just shift, resting his head now on her shoulder, his longer snout pressing against the side of her neck.]
I promise...I won't tell anyone.
[And he means it.]
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Date: 2023-05-03 07:24 am (UTC)For one, she's relived that he's promised. For another, his snout tickles a little. ]
Thank you...for being here.
[ It feels bad to say, considering the nature of here. But it's the truth of what she feels. She needed to see him, because she didn't want to be alone...and here, Basil feels like one of the most important people to her.
Here, in the blue glow, it feels like...before the attic. Sitting with Lucas, only paper and markers to communicate, and a painfully sincere confession.
I'm glad you're here.
She'll examine that later. Probably. ]
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Date: 2023-05-03 11:16 pm (UTC)There's something to it. It's sad, he knows, but...he isn't sure he has anything else, anymore.]
...you too.
[Basil murmurs back, his own voice hoarse from crying, his body feeling heavy and tired.]
M'...glad it was you, who came. I...I w-wouldn't have wanted to talk to anyone else.
[He wouldn't...have wanted to tell that to anyone else. Granted, he wished he didn't have to period, but...]
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Date: 2023-05-04 07:21 am (UTC)But...while she's here... She can't keep isolating herself. She's been doing it so much, even from the ones she knows from home. This, right here, even though she can feel her body ache and groan, her head floaty and heavy at the same time, her legs like swiss cheese—
Still. This feels right. Like what she's been missing. It's like breaking out of Vecna's vision all over again, into the arms of those who love her.
If she had the strength, she would squeeze his hands again. ]
I- needed to see you. [ That's what she'd said at the start.
It was true. It was very, very true. ]
But I- I think now, um... We need to...
[ Max doesn't want to move. She doesn't want to do anything but feel this. But. He'd said it already, and the warmth Basil's generated has her almost completely dry.
Her legs need wrapping. At least to keep what's inside them inside and not all over his floor. ]
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Date: 2023-05-04 08:11 pm (UTC)So Basil nods, slowly trying to move so he can get his legs out from underneath himself. He hisses softly, his padded feet and clawed toes tingling as the circulation rushes back to them. He wishes he had a first-aid kit in his room...that's something he's going to have to remember to keep, next time.]
If I help you, do you think you can stand?
[If not, that's okay. As much as he will hate going into the dark hallway by himself, with its dark corners and staircase around the bend, he will retrieve what he needs to get her legs wrapped without Max having to move.
Just for good measure, Basil checks the corner one last time, and Max may notice him looking.
But this time, Something isn't there. He breathes an audible sigh of relief.]
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Date: 2023-05-06 12:00 am (UTC)Only now does she start to let go of his hands, but it's so she can keep her grip on Basil's arm, instead; easier to stay upright that way.
With an embarrassed little frown, she shakes her head, just as she catches Basil's line of sight, and his relieved sigh.
Despite it all—she's glad. Because it seems like the memory of what's tormenting him has decided to leave for the time being. ]
No. I...think it's more likely I'd fall again.
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Date: 2023-05-06 02:07 am (UTC)[He doesn't want Max to feel bad about this, or ashamed, or guilty. He just lets her keep holding his arms until she's able to lean back against the edge of his bed, still on the floor as she is.]
I'll be right back, okay?
[Basil lingers for a moment, reluctant to leave Max alone...especially when that music out there hasn't stopped. But right now, it feels like...maybe it has less of a hold on them. Whatever they say now...they would have said anyway.
Eventually, he pulls back, and disappears into the hallway. For what it's worth, Max's ears should pick up the sounds of Basil walking quickly to the bathroom, rummaging around, grabbing as much as he can carry before he comes back. Clean towels, gauze, disinfectant, painkillers...Fugo really makes sure this place stays well stocked in that regard.
Basil...sort of just dumps it all onto his rug, because what else can you do, and goes for the gauze first. Now, he's no doctor, but he's been in Ryslig long enough where he's had to doctor himself every so often, or he's seen other people do it, or he's been to the clinic to have it done to him. He's not unfamiliar, and he doesn't expect Max to do this by herself.]
Can...can you show me where all you got hurt?
cw: gore, corpse desecration????
Date: 2023-05-06 08:58 pm (UTC)It's...so hard, not to think that way. Even with all the evidence to the contrary. It's so hard to keep the anger in her from bubbling over and burning those who are just trying to help.
So all Max does is nod. It's okay. She knows he'll come back. (She knows, right?) She knows, he's not leaving her. Max simply nods, watching him silently and stretching out her legs. Once he's gone, she leans her head back on the side of his bed and closes her eyes. The violin's still screeching in her ears, and she murmurs, ] I still don't understand...why anyone's this nice to me.
[ Just to let it out. Just a little. Just so she doesn't keep spilling how utterly weak she always is.
Her ears twitch as the soft sounds of Basil's footsteps grow slightly fainter. As she can hear the clattering of cabinet doors, the gathering of supplies. Only when those footsteps get louder, as he returns to the room, does Max open her eyes again. She tries to manage a little grateful smile, but it falls flat. ]
Uh... Here... [ She reaches down to roll up her jeans, a lot easier now that they're not soaked.
What he'll see are a collection of bites, some shallow, some incredibly deep, which are where the jam-like blood and moss are leaking from. They look like they've come from something about the size of a medium-sized dog, but with many, many more sharp needle-like teeth.
The most unsettling part of it is...well, her body is dead. Pale and corpse-like. Therefore, the injuries all appear post-mortem, slightly off and wrong. They aren't red with inflammation, aren't actively bleeding, just dripping. With so many of them, it's not how they should be. ]
...Sorry. I know it's...really gross.
Omori spoilers, cw: gore/cannibalism mention
Date: 2023-05-06 11:04 pm (UTC)He's remembering what she looked like. How pale her skin had quickly become...and how her body had felt as they dragged her to the yard, still warm yet quickly growing cold and stiff in death.
Basil closes his eyes for a moment before quickly shaking his head to snap himself out of it, going for some antisceptic wipes from the first-aid kid first.]
I-it's okay. You can't help it.
[He doubts antisceptic will do much for her when her body is already dead- can she get infections anymore?- but what feels more important right now is cleaning the wounds of what they're oozing, whether it's actually blood, or a mossy slurry. He's just glad for her sake that his hands are still a bit warm as he moves to press one of the wipes to her skin, trying to clean the areas first as best he can.]
It might sting a bit, so stop me if it hurts too bad...b-but I want to get some of this stuff out before I wrap it.
cw: cannibalism, corpse decay mentions
Date: 2023-05-07 03:52 am (UTC)Still, she nods as he gathers up...everything, quietly assuring him, ] Don't worry about it too much. I, uh...think that's just how it looks in there when it's... When I've gotta eat something...fresh.
[ Max hates to say it like that. But that's what her body looked like the first time she had to eat human meat. This is what it felt like, stiff and pained, like the semblance of being even something halfway to living no longer had to be maintained. The facade was over, and she would stiffen and stop moving and decay. That's what this is. She's decaying. ]
Just- make sure the...um, "bleeding" stops. Then clean, then disinfect, then bandage. [ Oh... Max adds, ] Sorry. It's not that I don't think you know what you're doing, I've just- I've done this a lot.
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Date: 2023-05-07 04:25 am (UTC)[He'd rather be coached through how to do it right than make the attempt and just make it worse.
Basil doesn't like thinking about that either, but the timelines match up. Basil still probably has some weeks to go before he has to worry about feeding again, but Max...it's coming up on that time for her. He wonders what she might look like, now, if she had gotten to eat something before. Would her wounds look this dessicated? Would everything still be oozing sludgy moss, or would it be more like blood, even though her body no longer pumps it through her veins?
It's all idle thinking, pointless speculation as Basil works and tries to stay his hands from shaking too much. Wait until the wounds stop...oozing. Clean, disinfect, bandage...the former takes less time than normal, likely because they'd been sitting there for some time, giving her wounds more opportunity to just sort of fester and "bleed" until there was nothing left to escape. Only then does Basil feel confident in cleaning the wounds, but god, it's still hard.
But he does it anyway, because it's for Max.
For a while, he works in silence. It feels like there's been so much talking, so much noise, that it's nice to just...exist for a moment, even if the music still overpowers all. It's not music Basil wants to hear right now, because the violin keeps trying to twist into something else, a meandering waltz instead of a jaunty riff.]
I'm sorry this happened to you.
[Basil finally whispers, knowing there's nothing he could have done even if he were in his right mind at the time. Honestly, if he'd followed Max out there, there's a chance he would have just become another victim she was trying to save.]
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Date: 2023-05-07 08:30 am (UTC)She's always done this for herself.
There are extreme exceptions, such as after narrowing escaping Vecna the first time, or when she got caught in a blast in Felfri—but barring those or particularly horrible monster changes, Max hasn't let anyone dress her wounds. Or, perhaps rather—
There hadn't been anyone who would, until she got so used to doing it herself that she pushed those who came along away.
A chilly Something runs up her spine; it reminds her of Billy, of a quiet question in a quiet kitchen, her metaphorical outstretched hand that he slapped away.
Max watches a Basil the whole time. She doesn't take her eyes off him, in fear that if she looks somewhere else, her own ghosts will have moved in with his. ]
I was- it was my own fault. I thought... I got cocky. Like, since I don't need to breathe, or...since I had something to block out the music... [ Had. Very lightly she shakes her head. ] It was stupid.
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Date: 2023-05-08 02:27 am (UTC)What he does realize though, as she explains...is that she'd tried to go into the water, thinking she could just stay under, and...
...oh.]
Max...
[Basil breathes her name quietly, but it isn't judgemental or chiding. It's just...worried for her, even though she's mostly okay now. She really...she could have died out there. Died died. He knows even undead monsters, even though they're undead, aren't safe from death here.]
cw: drowning adjacent descriptions
Date: 2023-05-09 01:36 am (UTC)[ She doesn't break off because she's lying or anything like that, no pain. Nor is it because she doesn't know what to say. It's because she's very aware, without them she would have died, from the fish tearing her apart or... Or maybe it'd be worse to just be down there. Maybe it wouldn't kill her, but it'd make her wish she was dead.
Truth be told, the very realization frightens her, and she wraps her arms around herself. She wishes she had her music. ]
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Date: 2023-05-09 02:33 am (UTC)So when Max curls up a little, Basil scoots a touch closer to her as he finally starts to wrap the worst of her wounds.]
Can...can we get you another walkman? M...maybe we could ask Mana...I wouldn't mind letting you have some of my coins, I really don't need them...
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Date: 2023-05-09 07:53 am (UTC)I-I don't need to ask her. ...Well, maybe for better-fitting headphones, but... They probably have replacements at, uh...the mall.
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Date: 2023-05-10 01:25 am (UTC)[Or even. Existed, really, but we all know Basil doesn't get out much. It's at least relieving to know it won't be hard to replace, yet...
Something about the way Max said that, her tone...Basil's ears droop a little.]
You don't...sound like you really want to go.
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Date: 2023-05-10 08:34 am (UTC)That's 'cause I don't? [ It's only a question in that she's not used to saying it so easily. She can't fight the song anymore, not even enough to make it tickle if she tries. ] Hawkins got one, last summer, and, it was the coolest thing in the world, 'cause it was the sticks, otherwise—but there were crazy things happening, and— and it's where my brother died.
[ Hot shame sits inside her. It's doing a good job of hurting where the song won't. ]
I know it sounds— but- every time I've even gotten close, it just...felt like being back there, and...
[ She doesn't know what else to say. ]
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Date: 2023-05-10 10:37 pm (UTC)Instead, he shakes his head a little, dropping his gaze so Max doesn't feel like he's staring at her in the dark, gently tugging the gauze so it's wrapped tight enough around her legs before taping it in place.]
N-no...I understand. I...I haven't been back to Sunny's house in a long time.
[He's not sure how he would feel if he had to for any reason. He just...couldn't. And it's a huge reason as to why Sunny and his mother are moving in the first place.]
I'm sorry, I didn't mean to...bring it up.
cw: drowning, suicide mentions
Date: 2023-05-11 02:29 am (UTC)But, you wanted to know, so, the thing just- put it all out there.
[ No, does she sound bitter. She— ]
I'm not- mad at you, for the record, okay, I mean it, I just- hate this.
[ It's better than being compelled to drown herself. But, like, ultimately not much. ]
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Date: 2023-05-11 04:21 pm (UTC)[Like bottom line, this? All of this? This is the worst thing the peninsula has ever done to him, bar none. You'd think it wouldn't compare to actually killing someone, but there it is.
But that's something Basil will remember for the future, if nothing else. He doesn't want to be insensitive, or pushy...but he does feel bad about it regardless. Is Max not allowed to enjoy anything in this world without a reminder of the awful things from her past coming back to haunt her?
He'll, at the very least, let that subject pass into silence as he finishes wrapping the worst of the gaping wounds on her legs, leaving him with just the more shallow scrapes and cuts. These are more easily dealt with, since this is what Basil is used to patching up from his days getting pushed around on the playground.]
...h-how are you feeling now? I don't want to miss anything.
[It'd be his luck for Max to be hiding, like, a massive gash on her back he missed or something.]
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