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THE RANDOM SCENARIO MEME 3.0


- Post your character, name, and series in the subject. Include any preferences as well.
- Go to RNG and enter 1-7 for a scene type, and 1-20 for a scene to play out.
- Have fun!



TYPE OF SCENE.
① Action → Gun fights, bar brawls, fights to the death are all possible scenarios.
② Angst → Characters suffer emotionally or physically from relationships breaking up, death, injury, etc. Hurt and comfort themes are included.
③ Crack → Genderswaps, super powers, sudden compulsions are all possible outcomes.
④ Fluff → Something that is devoid of angst. It's light-hearted and might have the overtone of romance.
⑤ Gen → General fun, things that didn't fit in the other categories.
⑥ Sex → First times, kinks, even dubcon are all possible themes of sex related scenarios.
⑦ Your choice → Think of your own scenario, choose one of the above or make a combo even!




ACTION.
① Zombies → It's the zombie apocalypse, lock and load!
② Bar brawl → You had one too many drinks, said something wrong, and now you're being asked to take it outside.
③ Chase → You're caught in a high speed chase.
④ Gun fight → You're caught in a big shoot-out.
⑤ Fight with a friend → You're fighting with a friend, all out.
⑥ Interrogation → You're being interrogated for some offense you've done.
⑦ Aliens → Aliens are attacking and you're not going to take your probe laying down!
⑧ Final battle → This is it. The battle that will end all the fighting for you. Will you win? Will you get that peace you want?
⑨ Training → You're not actually fighting, just training for the inevitable.
⑩ No hope → You know this fight has no hope. It's not going to end well for anyone involved, but you can't turn away.
⑪ Sneaking in → You're stealing a diamond or sneaking in to kick some bad guy butt, but whatever it is, you have to practice stealth.
⑫ Blue wire → You're faced with a bomb that needs to be disarmed.
⑬ Fight for honour → You've been disgraced or someone you care about has, so it's time to fight for honour.
⑭ Showdown → Time for a cowboy-style showdown. Whoever draws the fastest wins.
⑮ War → You're caught in the middle of a war here. Remember to keep your chin up and keeping fighting.
⑯ Apocalypse → The apocalypse finally happened and now you're left to scavenge and fight for whatever is left.
⑰ Sabotage → It's time to sabotage someone's plan! How is entirely up to you. Do you set up a bomb in their toilet? Do you double cross them at the last minute?
⑱ Big damn hero → You know you have to handle this one alone, so that means disarming or knocking unconscious the person who wants to join you.
⑲ Fight club → You know the rules... you're in an underground fighting ring and you're fighting with all you've got.
⑳ Threaten → You've just been sent here to rough them up a little, threaten them into behaving.

ANGST.
① Injury / illness → Your character has become injured or ill! To what extent is the mun's choice.
② Last moments → You character has been gravely injured and this is their last chance to say their last words.
③ Depression → Your character is depressed, what actions they take is up to the mun.
④ Betrayed → You character has been betrayed by the other. How do they react?
⑤ Tortured → Your character is being tortured and needs rescuing or at least a sympathetic ear to help him through it.
⑥ Jealousy → Your character is feeling jealous and must deal with it, how will they do it?
⑦ Breakup! → This relationship has gone as far as it can, it's time to breakup.
⑧ Broken → For whatever reason, the character is broken, mentally or or physically.
⑨ Fight → You can't even be in the same room as your friend or lover without arguing anymore.
⑩ Lost → You lost the biggest fight of your life and now all you can do is try to pick up the pieces.
⑪ Worst nightmare → Whatever you fear the most is now real or maybe you're just trapped in a dream together, but whatever it is, it feels too real.
⑫ Addicted → You're addicted to something, alcohol, drugs, sex, whatever. It's destroying your life and you can't do anything to stop it.
⑬ Hurt you → You're being forced to hurt someone you love either by betraying them or even being forced to shout things you don't mean. It's for their own good in the end though.
⑭ Separation → You were forced to leave this person for their own safety and while you've been miserable without them, you really didn't mean to run into them again... maybe it was by accident or you were watching them from afar this whole time.
⑮ Becoming a monster → You are slowly changing, becoming a monster: vampire, zombie, demon, something you can't recover from and no-one can help you.
⑯ Frozen → You are entirely helpless, frozen, to stop some kind of disaster.
⑰ Prison → You were very bad and now it's time to pay the price by turning yourself in or maybe the law just finally caught up to you.
⑱ Fear → You're not sure why, but you are suddenly terrified and you can't deal with it. You need help.
⑲ Hated → You are now hated by the person you loved the most.
⑳ Down and out → You're living on the streets, you've hit rock bottom, and you don't know what to do.

CRACK.
① Sexswap → Uh-oh, you're suddenly the opposite sex!
② Forced confessions → No matter what it is and no matter how hard you resist, you're going to be compelled to spill some deep dark secret!
③ Mind-reading → You've suddenly got the ability to read minds!
④ Animal → You're suddenly part animal or transformed into an animal!
⑤ Awkward pick-up lines → You're compelled to use bad pickup lines on whoever is closest!
⑥ Back in School / Graduated → You're suddenly back in school! Or if you were already in it, you've aged and long since graduated!
⑦ Vampires, werewolves, and zombies, oh my! → You're suddenly a vampire, werewolf, or zombie! Maybe even a demon or a devil, whatever creepy crawly you can think of. What do you do now?
⑧ Ghost → You're suddenly a ghost or at least invisible. What are you going to do with this new ability?
⑨ Awkward conversations → So did you just fart or what? Any conversation goes, as long as it's embarrassing and awkward.
⑩ Crossdressing → For whatever reason, you're suddenly dressed in clothes of the opposite sex.
⑪ Suddenly naked → Oops! Your clothes are suddenly gone.
⑫ Suddenly a kid → You're a kid again! Have fun with that second childhood.
⑬ Fortune cookie → You've suddenly received a note with something that will happen in the future, either precise or vague.
⑭ Super power → And suddenly you're like Superman! Any power goes.
⑮ Bodyswap → Somehow you've changed bodies with the other person.
⑯ Back in time → Somehow, you wound up in the past again. Do you try to correct something or just sit and wait for time to jump? Maybe it jumps to various points in your life or maybe you actually think you're back in the day. Have fun, run wild with the idea!
⑰ To the future → Is it everything you've dreamed? Is it horrible? Whatever happens, you're here to witness what happens to you in the future. Either you take the place of your future self or you're just there to watch. Might cause some confusion if people start seeing double though...
⑱ Angels, mermaids, and fairies! → You're not necessary something dark or evil. You're just something different. How do you deal?
⑲ Locked in a closet → For some reason, you're locked up in a closet with someone else. Do you make nice and try to figure your way out or what?
⑳ Finger trap → You're caught in a Chinese finger trap... with somebody else! You can't figure out how to get loose either... have fun with that.

FLUFF.
① Cuddling → For whatever reason, characters feel like being close and cuddling.
② Pillow talk → After the main event, characters are up for some pillow talk.
③ Celebration → Anniversary or some other big event is taking place and characters want to celebrate!
④ Love confession → Someone has finally decided to confess their love and today is the day!
⑤ Appreciation → You feel the need to show appreciation for that person closest to you, even if it's just a pat on the back.
⑥ Apologies → You made a mistake and now it's time to make it up in some way you know the other can't refuse!
⑦ Get back together → Why did you break up again exactly? Whatever the reason, it was a huge mistake and you both know you can work through it.
⑧ Date night → You've planned for a wonderful night together and you can't wait to get it started.
⑨ Family → You've either found out you're pregnant or you've already got that addition to your family.
⑩ Marriage → You're just about to get hitched or maybe you're enjoying your honeymoon. Maybe you've been together for years now! Whatever the case, it's time for that next big step.
⑪ Meeting again → It's time for that happy reunion finally!
⑫ Love at first sight → For whatever reason, you are now insanely in love with the first person you set eyes on.
⑬ Flirtation → You can't resist to do a little bit of harmless flirtation all of a sudden.
⑭ In the snow → Look outside! It's a winter wonderland, so why not go out and play in it?
⑮ Engagement → You've planned it all out and now it's time to finally pop the question.
⑯ Friendly games → You've set up the game station or board games for a friendly competition!
⑰ Gift → Time to give that special someone a gift just because.
⑱ Recovery → You're taking care of someone who's just recovered from some illness or injury.
⑲ Healing → Time to help mend that someone who's been through hell and back.
⑳ Better than ever → You've finally got everything you've ever wanted here. What is your ideal life and who does it include?

GEN.
① Nice meeting you → It's your first time meeting this person! You bumped into each other on the street, in a bar, at work... whatever!
② Drinks → You're out for drinks! Or just chilling at home with some beers. Wherever!
③ Lost → You're lost and you kind of need help finding your way to where you're going. A little help with directions?
④ Costume party → You're at a costume party, both of you are wearing masks. Do you keep the anonymity or take it off and see whose company you've been enjoying?
⑤ Wrong number → Oops, actually you didn't mean to call that person...
⑥ Drunk → You're already drunk! Drunk dialing, stumbling into someone, showing up unexpected... what type of drunk are you anyway? Aggressive, loving, happy? How does the other react?
⑦ Old friends → you haven't seen this person in a long time!
⑧ Rivals → you're suddenly rivals! Or maybe you have been all along...
⑨ Problems → you've got a problem with each other, just got in a huge fight, whatever. Try to work it out!
⑩ What are your intentions... → This person? They're dating a close friend, family member, etc. You need to find out if they're going to hurt them! Or you need to discuss your friend/family's dating choice.
⑪ I saw you → you saw the other person doing something bad and you need to confront them about it.
⑫ Sorry but no → the other person has feelings that you just don't share. They don't necessarily have to be romantic... maybe you just don't agree with their sudden desire to quit their job and start a business making tiny, fuzzy teddy bears.
⑬ My hero → you need to tell this person how much they mean to you. They've been your best friend or your role model your whole life and they need to know.
⑭ Enabler → you're enabling the other (or each other) to do something bad, really bad. Addiction, stealing, killing, or just any other self-destructive behavior.
⑮ Cooking → Time for an impromptu cooking lesson!
⑯ Oh, sure, I remember you... → It's that awkward moment when someone comes up and seems to know you, but you have no idea who they even are!
⑰ Rescue! → One of you was in trouble, but you came to the rescue!
⑱ Boss → One of you works under the other. Is your relationship good? Are you scheming things? Or do you hate each other?
⑲ Perfect crime → You and the other person have just pulled off the perfect crime... or you're planning to! What are you doing? The heist of the century, an assassination?
⑳ Movies → movie night! Maybe it's a sleepover. Whichever the case, it's time to eat a lot and have fun.

SEX.
① First time → it's your first time together or your first time ever! Enjoy the awkward times!
② Bondage → You and your partner decide to experiment a little with ropes or handcuffs or whatever you'd like to tie your partner up with.
③ Rough / Aggressive → Your characters want it rough.
④ Romantic → Slow and gentle, meaningful, that's how characters want it.
⑤ Dubcon → Character A wants Character B and it doesn't really matter if Character B wants it as bad or not.
⑥ In public → Characters feel like taking a risk and doing it in a public place.
⑦ Roleplay → Naughty nurse fetish? Pirate kink? You and your partner decide to try it out now!
⑧ Healing → You've both fought hard or gone through a rough time and it's time to get some R&R in.
⑨ Last time → This is the last time you're going to this because you're breaking up or maybe your lover is running off to sacrifice their lives in some heroic way. The possibilities are endless, but you better make this one count.
⑩ No strings attached → You're just friends with benefits. Nothing wrong with that, right?
⑪ Anonymous → You met in a restroom or bar, any location of your choosing, but you don't even know each other's names.
⑫ Toys → You're eager to try something new, so why not toys?
⑬ Aphrodisiacs → You've been slipped a strong aphrodisiac somehow and now you absolutely cannot control yourself.
⑭ Show → You're putting on a show by either doing it right in the club or filming it for a bunch of people.
⑮ Ménage à trois → It's time for that threesome you've always dreamed of.
⑯ Non-penetrative → Frottage, handjobs, whatever you want to try out.
⑰ Controlled → You are under mind control and must do whatever your lover asks of you.
⑱ Hatesex → It's not just rough or aggressive, you absolutely cannot stand each other.
⑲ Extreme → Fisting, knifeplay, whatever you can think of so long as it tests the boundaries.
⑳ Fantasy → This is just a fantasy, a dream, and you know it, but what is your ideal fantasy and how willing is your partner?

Comments

[balking]

He should probably be more frightening than he is, honestly, with the way he's talking and the show of strength. But, really, the anger is far less disturbing than whatever's going on in Izaya's head most of the time. Though not being on the other side of that anger helps. She can't say she'd feel the same way if she found herself watching him swing a light post in her direction.

That her words sink in is a relief because, as fine as this is, she prefers the idea of getting inside somewhere before the bullets catch up with Shizuo. Despite his grip on her, she's sure he's quite human and that means he's not as indestructible as he seems at the moment. And when the adrenaline runs out, she doesn't want to be left with trying to move him instead because, whether she's willing to admit it aloud or not, she owes him for getting her out of this despite basically being strangers.

"That one." It's said in confirmation, her arms still tight around his shoulders thanks to the way he took the corner moments before. The door is just up ahead and is bound to get another hard turn so they can crash through it, but once they're inside, they'll be able to get out of sight easily. "Don't break the door."

[longtempered]

It's good and well that Namie advises him against breaking the door, because that's exactly what Shizuo had been planning to do the moment they reached it. Tackling the thing down seems just as easy as anything else? He turns sharply to the entrance, heels skidding a little on the rain-soaked asphalt, but the warning has him staggering to a proper halt in front of it with a great effort of restraint.

"Dammit..." He grumbles just under his breath as he frees a hand to try and turn the handle instead. This takes several more seconds than entirely necessary, his fingertips slippery with rain and the blood soaking through his shirtsleeve--and the shouts of the pursuing gang are almost audible again, behind them, when he finally manages to get the thing open and lurches inside.

At least he has the presence of mind to shut the door behind him, too. Shizuo pauses once they're inside at the foot of the door, dripping irritably and squinting around as his eyes adjust. "...Where is this?"

[balking]

Knocking the door down would be fine if they weren't escaping a group of people. A door torn off the hinges seems like a dead giveaway for where they've gone, after all. And she prefers not being part of the reason the building she lives in ends up destroyed when that's very likely to get her evicted from her apartment.

He manages to get the two of them inside and the door is closed before she has a chance to suggest he do that as well. Namie's quiet as she listens, the sound of the gang's shouting growing closer as her arms loosen around Shizuo's shoulders. "My apartment building."

The answer comes as she looks him over, the light and lack of chaos giving her the chance to get a decent look. As much of one as she can get from the position she's in, anyway.

The shouting gets louder and it's obvious that they're running by the building, pursuing ghosts now that the two of them are out of the line of fire. "You can put me down now."

[longtempered]

Just as well for Namie to have such foresight; foresight is something that Shizuo has always rather lacked in his life, truth be told. Whether or not having any would even make any difference to his troubles, of course, is a question that will probably never get answered. But at least in the meantime, here and now, that foresight pays off for the both of them. Yelling voices pass the building and then fade gradually, and the door is untouched.

Still, the sound does have Shizuo's lip curling a bit, and his frame tenses as if he still has half a mind to go right back out there and finish what he started. In truth he does very much want to, bullet wounds be damned--and in any other situation he would have. But Namie's answer--and request--reminds him that he is actually carrying someone right now, and he blinks down at her with something almost akin to surprise.

"Oh. ...Yeah."

His arms finally loosen, and he does set her down on her feet with a gentle caution that might be somewhat surprising, after all his earlier displays. Shizuo straightens rather slower than normal, nor quite wincing, but maybe swaying on his heels just slightly as the room tips oddly around him for a moment. Blood is already beginning to stain the floor under his shoes, still streaming from his pant leg and right arm; it's needless to say that his bartender suit is a proper mess between being soaked with rain and the spreading bloodstains on the white bits. His bowtie hangs askew around his neck, half-yanked off in the earlier scuffle.

Shizuo stares at Namie for a moment or so, breathing evening out and slowing as the anger finally begins to ebb away somewhat. His shades are still in one of his waistcoat pockets--he'd opted to take them off, when the rain started that night. He raises a hand and runs it through his soaking hair distractedly, wondering...just how things had ended up here, all of a sudden. Has he really never seen this woman before? In better lighting and slightly less chaotic circumstances, he's not so sure now...but ah, he was always terrible with names. Whatever.

"...Anyway. Sorry about all that."

[balking]

In the moment, her choice of a nondescript building to live in has come in handy, right down to the door not being glass. The lights in the windows upstairs are the only things that make it clear that the building is used at all, which means it's generally passed by without a second look.

The lobby is a decent size with a door that gives way to stairs right beside the doors of a single elevator. Nondescript as it is from the outside, the apartments the building houses aren't cheap. Meaning the blood on the floor will likely get complaints and a letter sent to tenants, but it's much better than inviting a brawl inside.

His look of surprise gets an arch of eyebrows in return as she's carefully put down. And then she's looking him over again, taking in the damage and the blood with a quiet sigh. He's a mess and it's clear that he's unlikely to make it far with the amount of blood loss and no anger and adrenaline to fuel him. So it's probably for the best that she was already planning to deal with this, the mess that is Heiwajima Shizuo. Who, while his strength lends to Izaya calling him a monster, isn't scary enough to honestly live up to a title like that.

"It's fine." There's no offer of thanks because it's not something she actively got herself involved in to begin with. Instead, she's giving him a critical look then glancing across the lobby at the elevator. "Can you walk? We just have to make it to the elevator and down the hall to my door."

If he collapses at that point, she can get him inside. She'll be cleaning blood out of the hall afterward, but that's something she intends to do anyway. Let the rest of the building think someone died in the elevator or lobby.

[longtempered]

The lack of thanks is fine--Shizuo hadn't been expecting them anyhow, and would have been quite surprised to get any in the first place. (Dragging innocent people into his own trouble doesn't strike him as anything to really thank about, after all.) He looks around as Namie assesses his person, taking in the lobby and its space. Definitely a nicer apartment complex for sure--a lot better than his own, at any rate. Which doesn't take a lot, and isn't particularly surprising.

He'd be a little guilty about all the blood later, but at the moment he honestly needs to be reminded that it's even a thing right now. The blood loss is certainly getting to him a little--even durable as he is, his body hasn't quite developed to the point of stopping harmful blood-flow just yet--but Shizuo's still half-inclined to chalk up most of that to the sprint and the fading vestiges of his own anger. He has a difficult time gauging how well off his body actually is anymore, in situations like these.

And so the question earns a quizzical blink. "Oh, yeah, I can walk fine. Sure." Namie outlines the way, and he automatically starts drifting in the elevator's direction, assuming she's going to follow and probably lead eventually.

It doesn't occur to him to wonder why she's even taking him to her room in her apartment. This is half blood loss and half suspension of disbelief, on his own part--but either way, he's automatically assuming this lady doesn't mean any harm. (What harm could she do, anyway?) For all he knows she probably just wants company to the door or something...after that whole situation earlier outside, and all that...

He pauses by the elevator doors as Namie punches a button and they wait for it to come down, considering her properly now. Aside from looking about as damp as he is right now, after all that rain... "You okay, though?"

[balking]

She may work for Izaya, but their agendas hardly match. For the most part, she cares very little about the people he keeps an eye on and that includes Shizuo. So, needless to say, harming him is pretty far from her mind and it's not something she'd consider even if she was paid to. Not after seeing the display outside since she is a generally level-headed person when it doesn't involve her brother.

Waiting for the elevator finds her trying to squeeze some of the water from her hair, the loss of umbrellas leaving both of them looking like they washed up into the building from a river. His question gets her attention and she looks up, eyes widening only slightly. "I'm okay."

Aside from the possibility of bruises from both the grip of the guy who tried to shoot her and Shizuo's earlier hold, but those are nothing considering the involvement of guns. The elevator doors slide open and she waits for him to step inside before joining him, only then reaching into her purse, which has been deadlocked in the crook of her elbow since the first time she was grabbed. Her arm is a little sore thanks to it, but she's glad she managed to keep the bag with her since it means unlocking the door rather than asking him to rip it open when they arrive at her apartment.

She hits the button for her floor then steps back, looking at him again.

"I can get the bullets out. And the blood." Of him and his clothes, respectively, but she doesn't think it needs to be said. While she doesn't intend to try to hurt him, she'll do what she needs to if he refuses her help.

[longtempered]

Shizuo files into the elevator acquiescently enough--indeed, with the last flags of his temper dissolving into the warmer air of the building and the composure of the woman opposite him, something about him seems to quiet and withdraw. He leans against his side of the elevator wall as they wait for it to reach the right floor, heedless of the bloodstains he'll be leaving there later, and his frame folds a little as if he's automatically trying to take up as little space as possible despite his general height and countenance.

He continues watching Namie with a faint frown as she sorts through her purse. She says she's okay, and she looks pretty okay rainwater aside, and Shizuo finds he's very glad about that. No guilt at this hour of the morning after all...that's good. He's quiet until she speaks, though at the words his eyebrows arch a little--this is quite unexpected.

"What, you can? ...You sure you want to?" So--that's why she's taking him to her room, then? He blinks slowly, one hand rising to start rifling distractedly around the inner pockets of his waistcoat. "I mean, you don't have to...I've usually got a guy I go to, for this stuff. 'Cause I'm hard to cut into, and things."

Perhaps not the most impressive explanation in the world, but Shizuo isn't really one for explanations to start with. His frown deepens as he realizes his pockets are empty. "Ah, damn. Dropped my lighter..." But this is a grumble more to himself, before he moves to retrieve a (now very damp) pack of cigarettes from an outer pocket anyway. He fumbles with the lid, frowning attention returning to Namie now. "You're a doctor?"

[balking]

They get into the elevator and it's as if the last of his tension is left in the lobby once the doors close. He seems like an entirely different person than only minutes before and she's glad this is the version going up to her apartment if only because she doesn't intend to deal with property damage.

She's vaguely aware of the time. Her phone is still tucked away in her purse and she hasn't checked it since she got off the train some time before getting caught up in this mess, but she knows it's late enough that no one else will be getting on the elevator when they get off. And it's unlikely anyone will wander out into the hall before she gets to clean things up. The one decent thing the late night has done for them.

"One or more of those would be in me if it weren't for you." It's not so much gratitude as it is a statement of fact. She would've undoubtedly been shot if it hadn't been for Shizuo grabbing her. It's an exchange, she supposes, and she prefers remaining on Shizuo's good side, unlike her boss.

Namie watches him search for his lighter then pull out his cigarettes, considering her own apartment and whether she has a lighter there. She likely does, maybe even one in her purse in all honesty, but it's something she'll save for once things are truly calm.

She shakes her head at his question. "Not a doctor, no. But I studied medicine and I can handle getting bullets out." The elevator comes to a stop with a quiet ding and she steps off, holding the door for Shizuo to follow and waiting until they're approaching her door before she speaks again.

"I'm Yagiri Namie, by the way."

[longtempered]

"...Yeah, guess so..." The agreement is almost reluctant, oddly. That is a fact, he supposes, from what he can recall of that whole mess earlier. If Namie has any gratitude about this she's certainly not making it evident, though, and Shizuo is glad for that too. As far as he's concerned, his temper rarely ends up having a good influence on the outcome of things--he's not sure he'd know what to do with having somebody actually grateful at him about it. It's a lot easier this way.

But he pauses after that, mulling over her stated medical credentials as the elevator halts and they step out of it. It's hardly that he doesn't believe her--indeed, he doesn't see any reason why he shouldn't believe her, and so Shizuo does, because that seems like the obvious thing to conclude. But then again...should he really impose like this? He thinks about Shinra, and he thinks about the hour, and he thinks about how Shinra's business always seems to pick up at exactly around this awful time of morning. Idiot probably wouldn't even pick up if he tried calling now, come to think of it...and Shizuo suddenly finds the prospect of dealing with that man's incessant chattering very tiring just to think about. He's good at what he does, sure--the best, maybe--but right now...

Ah, maybe he just doesn't want to deal with that shit right now. This arrangement seems like it'd be just a little easier, for the meantime. Sure.

He finally manages to free a cigarette from the pack; Shizuo absently sticks it between his lips, despite its mild sogginess and the lack of an actual light. It's just nice to have there anyway. Something to do. He follows Namie to the door, and voices no other objections about bullets or the removing of them--this is a tacit agreement to her proposal, in the end.

"Yagiri?" The name stirs something incredibly vague in the back of his thoughts--but his head's already feeling a little odd, honestly, and he's bad with names on a normal basis anyway. Shizuo pauses, and then shrugs off his own question. "Right. I'm--Shizuo." And belatedly, it occurs to him that he probably didn't need to introduce himself anyway, if only because introducing himself feels so strange in his mouth as soon as he says it. (Haven't needed to do that in a long time...) If she's a local of Ikebukuro she probably already knows--but ah well. It's good manners, or something, right?

[balking]

Shinra is likely the best option, Namie wouldn't bother to deny that when her background focuses on medicine more than operation, and she wouldn't be surprised to hear that he's who Shizuo normally goes to. But she also wouldn't blame him for sticking with her offer given that she and Shinra have very different dispositions and she's unlikely to engage him in an endless stream of conversation while she's working. Or in much conversation at all, honestly, since he seems as calm as she is now.

His lack of response and the way he continues to follow her are answers enough to her offer to help, though. And she wastes little time in getting her apartment door open, glancing back over the bloody footprints left in their path before she steps inside to toe her shoes off, humming in acknowledgement at the question of her family name. "Like the pharmaceutical company."

That's what she offers as she holds the door to allow him to follow, nodding at the offer of his name in return. She knows it, but she doesn't bother to say that.

Once inside, she flips the lights on and moves deeper into the apartment, passing through the entrance and disappearing from sight. Shortly after, she calls back in his direction, just loud enough to be heard. "You can wait in the kitchen. I'll be there in a little bit."

[longtempered]

If Shinra ever found out about this he'd have a word or two (or a dozen) about it all, undoubtedly. But whatever. Shinra can deal with not being the favored doctor for at least one night, as far as Shizuo's concerned, and if he has to pay for it with the reproachful complaining later then so be it.

Pharmaceutical company... "Oh, right. Yeah." Well, that explains it, doesn't it? Shizuo steps inside after her, utterly forgetting to remove his own shoes and promptly trailing more bloody footprints into the apartment entrance too. He blinks around as the lights are flipped on, letting Namie move ahead as he takes in the area and glancing up when she calls back somewhere up ahead.

Wait in the kitchen? Alright, then. He steps towards the first entrance he spots, assuming the kitchen probably lies beyond there--but something blurs and tilts halfway, and Shizuo finds himself shoulder-first against the nearest wall instead, with no immediate recollection as to how he got there. Okay.

Unexpectedly--what, sleepy?--he slides down the wall and ends up sitting on the floor against it, a little winded and rubbing at his eyes. Namie will find him there when she does return, frowning a little blankly into the middle distance, blood gradually puddling on the floor about him. But he does look up at her approach, at least, waving a hand halfheartedly to her.

"Ah...I know this isn't the kitchen. My bad. ...Just figured I'd sit down a bit..."

[balking]

She takes the time to gather the things she needs, including a medical bag that's been under her bathroom sink since she moved in. It doesn't have an amazing amount of things in it, but she can deal with wound care, bullets included. Needless to say, she's prepared for any number of situations at the drop of a hat, though she never considered that things could be necessary for anything but an emergency call from Seiji.

When she returns, she finds Shizuo on the floor in a slowly growing puddle of his own blood and it's only then that she realizes just how many times he's been shot.

"Here is fine," she states, waving a hand as she moves to settle on the floor as well, putting things down before coming to rest on her knees at his side. He gets another critical glance over and her hands are quick now, one temporarily pressing a towel against one bullet wound as she opens the medical bag to begin pulling things out of it.

"Can you get out of your clothes?" It'll be easier if she can just clean them and give them back to him given that men's clothing is possibly the one item she doesn't have lying around for her brother. If she needs to cut them to get to him, though, she's willing to do that, too.

[longtempered]

The nearest bullet wound in immediate sight is lodged in one of his shoulders--accounting for one of his particularly blood-soaked sleeves--and Shizuo doesn't so much as twitch as a towel is pressed to it. Instead he blinks at Namie, and the bag of things she's setting down and quickly beginning to unload, looking much less overall concerned than he probably should be about all of this.

"I mean, I can still move if you need to," he adds somewhat belatedly, even after she tells him that here is apparently fine enough. "Could carry your stuff, too, make things a little easier to--what?"

Her question also registers belatedly, and Shizuo pauses, looking up with confusion.

"My clothes?"

(Rather far too late, it finally does sink in that this is a lady getting ready to operate on him in the first place, and--oh. Oh, he hadn't considered this. Oh......)

[balking]

His lack of concern is fine with her. This is a man who was swinging a light post around less than an hour ago. She can't help wondering if concern is even a thing that registers with him outside of when it comes to other people getting caught up in things involving him. That, she knows, is already something of a concern.

"I said this is fine. You can move once I'm done." She's still remarkably calm despite the amount of blood he's losing. That's something he should probably be concerned with, but that's clearly not happening either.

Namie looks up from his shoulder to level him with a look.

"Your clothes. Everything that's covering where you've been shot." Meaning he's free to leave anything on that isn't in her way, though she gets the feeling this will bring him down to his underwear regardless.

"It's easier if you take them off so I don't have to cut them."

[longtempered]

Honestly? Not really. Which is something that seems to surprise a lot of people, even if Shizuo isn't entirely sure why--even that Saika thing had been astounded to find it, back when it had tried to cut him and had found no fear at all to even enter with. But then, why has he ever needed to be concerned with himself? Getting himself hurt has never been the problem. Getting himself hurt has never been the only thing to happen...

But--alright, so maybe this particular situation is also just a little concerning as well. (Though maybe 'concerning' isn't the exact right word here...) It's just enough to register vaguely even through the mild haze starting to set in his head as the blood's been steadily leaving it, and Shizuo returns Namie's look with eyes that widen very slightly--before he glances sharply away in search of literally anything else to look at, scowling.

"--No, don't cut them--I get it--" This is the most terse his tone's been since they made it into the apartment complex, if only because of how unpleasant the idea of cutting up his brother's gifted clothes is. Not that they aren't already in a sorry shape, of course, but still...Shizuo takes a breath and settles somewhat, even while still scowling to the side. "Here, just--hold on."

He starts unbuttoning his waistcoat, and the shirt under that. It's probably somewhat impressive that his face can even flush the very faint bit that it is now, considering all the blood he's already lost.

[balking]

She sees no problem in what she's requesting given what she needs to do, but it takes that look and watching him look away as he does before it finally registers: he's embarrassed by it. Or shy? She's not entirely sure since Shizuo isn't the easier person to understand, but it's something along those lines. The idea of losing his clothes in front of her is enough to make him refuse to look at her.

It's when he starts to unbutton things that she pulls her hand away from his shoulder, turning her own eyes away as a courtesy, as if she's not going to be the one to turn her attention back to him once he's finished. And she waits for skin to be exposed before her hand returns, towel pressing to his shoulder once more while she allows him the chance to get his pants off as well.

"How many times were you shot?" He may be embarrassed by this, but she's still focused considering what a sight he is. It looks like someone's been brutally murdered just inside the entrance of her apartment. It's not like his lack of clothing is going to prove much of a distraction from the growing amount of blood. Something she'd like to put a stop to sooner rather than later.

[longtempered]

Embarrassed, shy--a little bit of both, though he'd almost rather die than admit any of that. But the truth of the matter is that Shizuo has interacted with very few women for any extended period of time in his life, and half the time he forgets what to do when he does. Or when situations like this crop up. (Actually, he can't remember the last time a situation like this has ever cropped up...) Either way, undressing in front of a woman he barely knows was not something he'd ever expected to be doing anytime particularly soon.

Still though--he'd chosen this over Shinra, he reminds himself--and Namie seems to be entirely unaffected otherwise. Medical sorts like her probably have this kind of thing happen all the time, right? It's only going to be weird if he makes it weird. Don't make it weird. His top layers are peeled off a bit gingerly, waistcoat and shirt set to the side; for a man that can swing around light posts with abandon, he's peculiarly rather more lean than particularly muscled. There's another bullet wound in his side, also bleeding freely, and two more in his back are visible when he leans forward.

The pants will have to go too, of course--Shizuo is almost positive there's at least one bullet in his leg as well, for his shoes to be this thoroughly soaked. Fumbling at his belt, the distracting question is appreciated, even if a low and uncertain hum follows it. "How many times? Well, probably more than once. Twice maybe? ...No, more than that..." It all feels the same to him--picking out individual wounds is actually pretty difficult. He shrugs, nigh oblivious to the bullet in his shoulder. "However many places it's bleeding most, I guess?"

He nudges off his shoes and starts working off his pants, expression carefully schooled into a flat scowl. "Oh, also, don't try wasting any painkiller things on me. Don't need them...I don't feel anything already."

[balking]

This isn't a situation she usually finds herself in either - both the situation of having a person bleeding out on her floor and the one of having a man undressing in her apartment. One, because she's rarely, if ever, inclined to help anyone. And two, because her interest is quite focused already. So, Shizuo has become an exception in one way, at least. The way that's likely the least embarrassing of the two possibilities.

Though, the longer she's beside him and taking count of the wounds once his shirt is gone, the more she does find herself intrigued. Is he a product of Shinra's father or Shinra himself? Is he naturally like this? How does a person take this many bullets and not pass out the moment the adrenaline stops pumping? She doesn't normally find herself all that curious, but seeing him in action in person combined with Izaya's litany of complaints leaves her more inclined to question.

She waits until he's getting out of his pants, allowing him the time to work them off as she switches her attention to the wound at his side. His shoulder is in use and she can't do anything for it at the moment, but she focuses on his side, trying to clean some of the blood from it as she shifts, grabbing the pair of forceps from the things she's taken out of the bag so she can carefully begin the act of getting the bullet out.

"How did you get to this point?" The question is both to satisfy her own growing curiosity and to distract him, both from the embarrassment and the potential pain that might come from wrenching the bullets back out. "Of not feeling anything."

[longtempered]

The forceps are applied to his side, but Shizuo hardly seems to register them--in fact, it's possible he might not have noticed them there at all if they weren't right in front of him, and digging into his side. He glances down at them for a moment and then returns to staring straight forward, pants set aside as well; and now that they are, the last bullet wound is easy to find too, lodged just below one knee.

"I mean, don't get me wrong. I can still feel other things--heh," he finds himself having to bite back half a laugh as the forceps prod at a particular spot (it's kind of ticklish). He shifts just a little bit. "It just doesn't hurt anymore. Not a lot does. Ah, how did I get to this point? It's always been like this for awhile. Started ever since I was around seven, I guess..."

Namie may or may not be having a harder time getting into his side than expected. It's less like poking into a pocket of flesh and almost more like poking into a pocket of rock, with how tense the muscle gets right there. Abnormal to say the least. (Shizuo never leaves Shinra's care without ruining at least one of his best scalpels in the process.)

"I'd get mad and throw things too heavy for me. But every time I broke something it healed back stronger, you know?"

[balking]

It's difficult, to say the least. Luckily, it's not as if she differs all that much in terms of strength compared to Shinra. What it really comes down to is the use of tools and, listening to him talking about how things don't hurt - something that's already apparent, but the lack of wincing at the digging in his side clarifies just how far it goes - leaves her with little hesitation when it comes to the thought of digging a scalpel in as well.

For now, though, she pulls herself back slightly, blood now streaked against the floor by her thanks to being too close to Shizuo. Then she reaches forward, leaving the forceps sticking out of his side while she grabs the leg closest to her and drags his hips toward her. It's to let him rest against the wall at more of an angle so she can see what she's doing with more ease as she pulls a scalpel out and resumes rooting around in the wound to try to pull the bullet out.

"So, you conditioned your body to be like this." It seems insane, honestly, but not the worst thing a person could do to themselves. His tolerance for pain is incredible, though that's just as likely to be the reason he dies one day. Hearing that he started throwing things as a kid, she can't help but wonder...

"Why?" She glances up after a particularly hard prod with her scalpel, one that manages to get the blade wedged between one side of the bullet and muscle. "Do you just have trouble controlling your anger?"

[longtempered]

The shift in position is unexpected--or rather, the method in which the shift happens is unexpected--as Namie abruptly grabs one of his legs and pulls his hips towards her. It's a pretty inoffensive gesture on the whole, of course, and the reason behind it is obvious, but that still ends up earning more of a reaction than the forceps ever did. Shizuo glances at her in surprise for it, cheeks faintly coloring again, though he quickly looks away and plants a hand on the wall to help before the moment can stretch out too awkwardly or anything. (Everything feels weirder without pants, dammit...)

It's almost a bit of a relief when she resumes digging into his side, now with a scalpel as well as the forceps. Conditioned his body? Well, that's one way to put it, though honestly he's not so sure if his body didn't just condition itself. He certainly never felt like he had much of a say on the matter, insistent as his body seemed to be on either getting stronger or dying, no in-between.

But Namie ends up pinpointing the reason for that on the head--so quickly and immediately that it manages to draw his eyes back to her despite himself. Shizuo pauses, staring at her a bit, and then his eyes drop.

"Yeah. Can't really control it at all." He sighs, frowning at a window across the room and the rainwater still streaking across it. "You won't believe me, but I hate violence."

Why did he say that out loud? He'd wonder about it later. Probably the blood loss. But so few people get to hear it, and he never really gets a chance to say it. Not without feeling like the biggest hypocrite in the world--but hazy as things are right now, being a hypocrite doesn't feel quite as bad at this particular moment.

[balking]

When it happens, she's not sure, but she finds herself considering digging into his side more of a distraction from the conversation than the other way around. That's not how it started, the conversation was initially meant to satisfy a bit of curiosity and keep him occupied by something other than his state of dress in front of her. But, as limited as the conversation is, she finds herself training more focus on the wound so she doesn't give in to the talking too much.

It's a good thing for both of them, really, because it's in the space between her speaking and his replying that she manages to dislodge the bullet. And it's after he speaks that she finds herself yanking it out of him, letting out a quiet sigh as she looks down at the mangled bullet caught in the forceps.

"I believe you." It's not as shocking as he thinks it is, but it's different to go from seeing his violence from a distance to being caught up in something of his. Being there, listening to his anger-induced muttering and watching the way it took her own words time to get to him, then seeing the shift in the way he acts between their time surrounded by thugs to now... it's not a stretch.

She considers the wound then glances up at him.

"Do you usually end up with stitches or are those impossible?" She can handle them, she knows, but it's more a matter of whether or not she should bother trying on him. She doesn't want to waste too much time with one wound when there are still four more that need her attention.

[longtempered]

The bullet is yanked out; Shizuo barely twitches, though he supposes that the pins-and-needles do almost intensify in just that moment. Still, it's not saying much. He eyes the bullet dispassionately as well, as Namie examines it, but makes no particular comment on it.

Her admission of belief is a lot more unexpected, really, and he gives her an odd look at that--but he doesn't say anything in response to that, either, save for a small hum and a shift in expression that might almost count for some sort of smile. (His scowl diminishes considerably, anyway.) Does he believe that she believes it? Maybe. She still hasn't given him a reason not to...

"Stitches? Sometimes. Bit of a hassle, though. Shinra always gives me shit for using or ruining all of his supply, too..." The reasons he hardly ever uses a proper hospital are probably becoming particularly apparent with every passing moment of this, really. "I'd save them for any bigger holes. Bandages usually work fine, I heal pretty fast." Once bullets come out, the bleeding generally tends to lessen pretty fast, as far as Shizuo can recall--for some reason. He doesn't know why, but he's certainly not complaining about that.

He pauses again, quiet as Namie prepares to tackle whichever bullet wound she aims for next...but at length: "You haven't been scared once this whole time, huh?"

[balking]

The bullet is discarded on the floor for the time being since there's a clear need to clean once they're finished. She doesn't offer any kind of explanation for her belief even after the look he gives her. If he doesn't believe her, that's fine. But she's too straightforward of a person to lie about something like that.

Her focus is on both the wound in front of her - which she begins to clean and bandage at his reply - and the bullets left in him. And, beyond that, on the cleaning and the distinct possibility that he may end up on her couch for the rest of the night. She's still half expecting him to pass out while she's in the middle of this thanks to the blood loss.

With the first wound bandaged, she moved on to his back, planning to get both clear. She's got more of a handle on what she's doing now that she's cleared one and she wastes little time in cleaning her tools - or really just the forceps since the scalpel bent with the effort to free the first bullet - to dig into another wound.

The question comes as a surprise to her and she glances up at it, staring at his back for a moment before she shakes her head and returns her attention to her work. "No. There hasn't been much to be scared of, has there?"