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Nursed Back to Health

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Your character has either been injured/sick and had to be taken in (possibly against their will) or has been the one to help somebody like the former. Through the mending process, the two characters in a thread have fallen in love - or at least grown closer and more affectionate.
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(ooc: Offering a jerk who is made of medals and mostly only eats popsicles (so taking care of him might be a challenge...). Depending on canon point, he could either have a body whose appearance he can shift at will, be an arm possessing a human's unconscious body, or just be a severed arm with a personality, so let me know which sounds most fun and I'll make up a story accordingly. He also has things to do and people to be with, so getting him to stick around might require some level of amnesia. The not seeing color thing might be something of a bonding point once Ankh figures it out.)

[ OOC : I'm pretty canon-blind to your muse's universe, but I guess we can wing it? Go ahead and write a starter. ]

(ooc: Alright, let me try to make this as sensible as possible.)

[When Ravyn found Ankh, he was bleeding. At least, his version of bleeding. He had been propped against a wall, clutching at his chest, and surrounded by strange silver coins, more of which seemed to fall from his body at random. It would have been a strange sight for someone who wasn't used to Greeeds, but if nothing else, it was obvious he was in pain, and he blacked out very shortly after. It was only by luck that he had managed to dissolve into a pile of those coins completely.

He woke in the home of a stranger, weak and disoriented. His first words were "Where is this?" and they felt distantly familiar in a way that he hated, though he wouldn't be able to explain why. There was very little he could explain, very little he remembered. He knew he was something called a Greeed, and that he needed medals to survive and recover. He knew that he was missing a few that were an important type, similar to the others but colored red, and with patterns resembling birds. If the silver medals he'd been pouring out when they first met were his flesh and blood then the core medals were his soul. Right then, he could tell, he only had a broken half of one, and with only that, he wasn't sure how he was holding together at all. More would mean strength, stability, and perhaps most importantly, memories that were desperately needed.

But in the meantime, he was weak and lost, and he would be forced to rely on the kindness of a stranger. He didn't like that at all, but it would have to do.]

[ Indeed, when Ravyn had came across the stranger, he could barely believe what he was seeing. A unconscious man in an alley near his townhouse. He would have missed the man if Ravyn had been preoccupied by his work, but it was the rattling and clinking sound that caught his attention. Part of him wanted to call the emergency number, but a firm non-humanoid hand gripped his wrist, and from the look in the man's eyes before he lost consciousness again, Ravyn knew he didn't want to be found.

So, despite being reluctant about it, Ravyn brought him home, and since his bedroom was on the next floor, he instead lay the man on his living room couch. He had no idea how to treat him, since there didn't seem to be any wounds, other than the strange pile of coins surrounding the stranger. In fact, Ravyn was very confused over his discovery. Did the man perhaps require some sort of special medical attention? That was what ran through Ravyn's mind when he took notice of the arm. Was the man an amputee? Maybe.

Nonetheless, Ravyn got down to making the stranger as comfortable as possible, a quilt over him and fluffy pillows to support his head. Then he searched around his kitchen, hoping he could cook up something simple and not too complicated. Not being able to see colours was such a hassle. Porridge would work. It was easy enough to make. With a bit of carrots and some spring onions. ]

[Ankh wavered in and out of consciousness for a while on the couch. He'd briefly woken up while the stranger was fussing about pillows and blankets, enough to ask that question about where he was, but he hadn't stayed fully conscious enough to remember the answer. He was somewhere, and there was someone trying to take care of him. That was all he really knew. He could smell the food cooking in the nearby kitchen, and for a moment it struck him as strange that he had a sense of smell, but that thought faded away as he suddenly remembered just how many medals he'd lost out there on the street.

That thought sent him reaching out with his clearly inhuman hand, as if the medals would be just off to the side of the couch and all he had to do was grab them. Unfortunately, all he accomplished with that sudden motion was unbalancing himself enough to fall onto the floor with the quilt and a pillow landing on top of him. Being as weak as he currently was, he didn't move again for a moment, but the scowl on his face would make it clear that that incident had caused much more injury to his pride than to his body]

[ The porridge was just about done when Ravyn heard a distinct whump and thud sound. Startled, he came out of the kitchen, eyes widening when he found the stranger sprawled on the floor. ]

Oh gods, are you all right?

[ He rushed over, worry written all over his face. He hope the man hadn't further harm himself from the fall. Hooking his hands under the other's armpits, he heaved the man up onto the couch once more, though it took some effort. ]

I think it's best I call a doctor.

[ He murmured, moving to get up and reach for the phone in his pocket, unless Ankh stop him. ]

[And then on top of it, he had to have a stranger scoop him up off the floor again. That was just humiliating, but he was still a little too out of it to argue. It wasn't until the man started to go to a phone that Ankh reacted, grabbing his wrist much the way he had before.]

Don't.

[He wasn't human and the last thing he needed was a doctor. He'd get to explaining that at some point, but for now he had a more pressing question on his mind.]

Where are the medals?

[ Ravyn nearly jumped out of his skin when the man grabbed for his wrist, the grip surprisingly strong for such a weak looking man. So he relented, putting his phone back in his pocket. Though the question drew a confused look from him. ]

Medals? What medals?

[ All he had noticed were the coins, not medals. ]

[He let go as soon as the stranger backed off from trying to call the doctor. The confusion was frustrating, and a little concerning. If the man had found him back there, then certainly he'd seen them... but he clearly didn't know what they were, and whether he had picked any of them up was a mystery.

There was a slight look of pain on his face--he had so few now that drawing one out was unusually difficult--and then held out his hand to reveal a silver disc that hadn't been there before, the same as the ones that had scattered around him when he collapsed.]

This.

[ For a moment, Ravyn was worried about the pained look on the stranger's face, and then his eyes widened when the man seemed to take something right out of his body. He gaped at the sight of the coin. Now he knew what it was. ]

Is it important? [ Of course they were! ] Those are still in the alley. I can dash out right now to get them for you. But, will you really be all right alone here? Don't fall off again.

[He gave a nod to the question about it being important, absorbing the one he'd pulled out back into his hand. The mention of him falling off the couch earned a scowl.]

I won't. [he snapped, then said with a little less venom,] Go get them.

[ After making sure that the man was sufficiently comfortable and covered once more, Ravyn left his townhouse for the alley, finding the items. Removing his jacket, he gathered as much as he could, making he sure he got all of them before returning back to his place.

It took a while, but it was done. Kneeling beside the man, he held the items up. ] Are these the ones you're looking for?

Yeah. [He was visibly relieved when he saw them, and the words "thank you" crossed his mind but didn't quite make it to his lips. He reached out to grab several, letting them disappear into his hand before he went back for a handful more. Every time he took in more of them, he looked a little less horrifically weak. When he had gotten them all, he sighed, seeming a bit more comfortable than he had been.] That's better. [Nowhere near a full recovery, but better.]

[ Perhaps it was due to the absurdity of the situation that Ravyn didn't seem to find the current scene in front of him strange. Maybe it was all a weird dream he was having now. Nonetheless, he quietly waited until all the coins were gone, disappearing into the man's body, heaving a sigh of relief now that the strange's parlour was better now. ]

Would you like something to eat? I've made some porridge. Easy on the stomach. If not, I can get you a drink.

[Food... food and drink weren't necessary for a Greeed. They lived on medals, and medals alone, and most of them didn't think at all about food. But the question stirred something in the haze of his memories and almost without thinking, he immediately asked,]

Do you have ice pops?

[The fact that the only food the clearly inhuman being could think of to ask for was popsicles probably didn't make the situation any less absurd.]

Popsicles? No, I don't.

[ Ravyn wasn't the type to snack on fast foods, or what others would call junk foods, although he had a bit of a sweet tooth. Unfortunately, he had no popsicles in the fridge. ]

But would ice cubes suffice?

Tch. [Of course he would end up with someone who didn't have an ever-present stash of popsicles.] Nevermind.

[Though it raised the question of why exactly he considered that to be a normal thing to have available. It seemed like something he was used to, but he couldn't say beyond that.]

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And now I need to sleep. More tomorrow.

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