discedo | 03 [video] I once was lost.

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03 [video] I once was lost.

[ When the communicator turns on, you are immediately able to tell that Shizuo is in some kind of distress.

Not because you can see him, all you seem to be looking at is an expanse of sky and a few blond hairs like he's laying next to the device. The hoarse breathing and disoriented muttering is a dead giveaway though and he doesn't look like he's ready to walk around for a while yet. This might be because he's trying to sort out what happened in his head, but frustrated groaning signifies he hasn't had much luck.

A seagull circles him, perhaps a hint to where he is. Near water of some sort, the lapping of waves against something is making a noticeable sound in the receiver. The shoulder of a crumpled white shirt comes into view finally, his face following suit. He decided to sit up after all. ]

... I need... [ He closes his eyes and rubs at one of them tiredly; his voice is husky, he's pale, shaking, sweating, his hair is in complete disarray and there seems to be dried blood on his collar. ] I need help. Don't know what happened...

[ Shizuo never asks for help, but this time seems different. ] Don't know where I am. Don't know how I got here. I was... where was I... I can't feel anything.

[ With that he lays back down, slowly but surely, to wait for a reply. ]

[ Shizuo has gotten his chip removed anonymously! He's experiencing the removal sickness and his abilities, if angered, will go haywire, but other than that there are no other symptoms present. He just doesn't know where the fuck he is, but he hasn't looked at his map.

Edit: Gin found him! Everything but action is welcomed so hard. ]

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That's enough, Heiwajima. [He doesn't sound concerned at all, but his voice is firm and commanding.]

... the Radio Towers in Discedo.

Just wait.

[ He grunts in reply; he's never felt so sick before, maybe talking wasn't helpful.

So he just lays there on the beach, roasting from another fever. ] Nothin' else... I can do.

[ He gives a half-hearted attempt to cover an ear, the high-frequency is gnawing at his patience. ]

[Gin will head off to search the shipyard first, intending to narrow the search down to the parts of Discedo closest to the water from which the radio towers are in view.]

[ Unfortunately not, but he's rather close to this radio tower. A little more to the left, Gin.

Shizuo is stubbornly attempting to rise regardless, managing to sit up and stay up. ]

[And he'll continue his search, further away from the shipyard, where the tower could still be seen, although he might be going the opposite direction...]

[ Gin... stop being adorable and go the right way. ] Ugh...

Get the fuck away from me. [ His voice sounds distant. He's talking to the seagull. ]

[Whatwhat, how is Gin adorable—

Of course, a predator's ears are very discerning, able to pick out the faintest sound its quarry makes, even among all manner of background noise.

Although Shizuo is not quite prey, for the purpose of this hunt, he'll treat him as such. And pick out his faint voice among the noise, he does.

He'll turn back and head off in the right direction, moving as silently as possible. It barely takes any effort, really, it's simply his nature when hunting.]

[ Shizuo, while patiently awaiting Gin's arrival, manages to crawl - actually crawl - to the shade of the radio tower, pressing his back to it, slumped against its base.

His head is hanging, a hand's clutching the fabric of his shirt over his stomach and he's panting heavily, eyelids weighted. He simply wants to crawl into bed and lay there for the rest of his life; what a baby.

He won't hear Gin as he approaches. The mosquito-like high-frequency is deafening to his sensitive ears. ] Fuck...

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[Eventually, he'll start to hear the sound of Shizuo dragging his body too, but he won't comment on it until he traces the path he's left behind.

He'll approach him from the opposite side of the tower, perhaps with the intent to spook him.] ... I thought I told you not to move.

[ That may have been a bad idea. The spooking works, maybe too well.

Adrenaline skyrocketing, Shizuo is up on his feet in a flash, startled, eyes wide. With the confusion comes irritation and the fingers used to brace himself against the tower dig into the metal like butter. Oh, his power is back... ]

Don't. Sneak. [ He's speaking in clipped sentences, obviously trying to get a handle on himself. It's hard to do with the flu. ] Up. On. Me.

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[Gin takes a step back, a look of wide-eyed shock breaking his calm for a moment, before disappearing. He glances briefly at the dented metal before looking him in the eyes.]

Forgive me. [It's hard to tell whether or not he's being sincere, with that unchanging tone of his. Still, it's not mocking like it was before.

Such a destructive and inhuman ability would have doubtlessly been controlled, if not sealed away entirely, by the scientists.]

You got your chip out.

[ Shizuo says nothing as he focuses on drawing sharp inhales into his lungs and expelling them in a shuddery pant. He does remove his hand from the tower, though, to stare down at it incredulously, eyebrows furrowing. ]

Shit, the... this wasn't supposed to happen yet. [ He staggers and slaps himself carefully on the cheek as though waking himself up. He lifts his eyes to peer at Gin hazily, blinking hard. ] You got here fast...

You were making a lot of noise.

It wasn't hard to find you, after I followed the tips you gave. [A crow caws in the distance, settling on the roof of the building Shizuo saw.]

What's the last thing you remember.

[ His eyes are immediately drawn to the crow and he leans heavily against the foundation, staring up. ] Fuck... [ He thinks on this a moment, straining to remember. ] I don't... I'm not sure, my head's all...

I got here somehow. I can't re- [ He pushes off the building, makes it around the corner and crouches. He empties his stomach onto the sand and heaves a little, spitting and gasping. ]

I can't... remember anything. [ Shizuo spits again and sways as he stands, taking a step back. ] Pain, I guess. Black. Nothin'.

[Gin watches without making a move to help him, expression unchanging.

He doesn't even say a word.]

Makes you... wanna get your chip out, don't it... [ Sniffs derisively.

He turns to the silent Gin, face thankfully clean, expression flat despite his turmoil. ]

Where are we.

[If he needed more encouragement to keep his in, there's that. But he's almost halfway tempted to have his taken out just in case it is inhibiting something he can't recall.

When Shizuo turns to look at him, Gin lifts his gaze to meet his gaze for a moment, before casting a glance off into the distance.

You're in Discedo. North-west, just outside the residential district.

[It's fortunate that Shizuo has nothing left to regurgitate, as it seems the crow has decided that half-digested food is still appetizing.

Gin doesn't pay the bird any mind and continues to talk.]

There's a hospital not far from here.

Fuck... that far, huh. They really left me for dead out here. [ Shizuo's obviously mildly perturbed by this fact, though not so much knowing the scientists couldn't care less. More the fact that he didn't wake up at all during...

He goes by Gin's example and doesn't look back to the crow or what he'd thrown up. If he saw, he'd likely continue where he left off. So he takes a few steps away, heading for the road, tripping over his own feet in the sand. His hand touches the sand and he recovers slowly. Seems it'll be a long walk. ] Sounds comfortin'...

Saku-... the woman who helped last time... she's there. So... what the... [ Spotting something down the beach, he stares at it a moment: a large menacing looking crustacean. It's his first time seeing a monster. And he wants nothing to do with it. ] Let's go...

[Gin crouches down to pull Shizuo's arm around his shoulders, to try and lift him up so he can lean on him.]

Consider this payback.

[Normally, Gin outruns the monsters, but if he's supporting Shizuo, that's not going to work. He quickly draws his Beretta and aims for the Yabby's eye. He's not going to take chances shooting at its hard shell. He'll shoot it through the eye unless it decides to open its mouth; the latter leaves less room for error and would make for a certain kill.]

Ugh. [ Shizuo grunts as he's lifted and he does lean heavily on the man, panting with mild exertion. ] Thanks. But you don't owe me anything.

[ Watching Gin pull the gun and aim, he huffs as the Yabby seems to react to the sight of the weapon and his fingers clutch the other's coat. He recalls him saying he didn't have many bullets, but there's not much he can do...

... But there is now. ] Tell you what. One bullet's fine. [ Shizuo disentangles himself from Gin and stumbles towards the crab, straightening up. He wipes his mouth and rubs his hands together. ] Let's test this. [ One pincer swings and he leans away from it.

Then, he grabs the appendage, gives a growl of effort and, in a wide arc, throws the thing into the sand on its back. A claw clips him in the side of the head, but it's like he doesn't even notice.

Hands digging into its mouth, he pries it open and throws a look over his shoulder. ] Okay.

[When Shizuo begins prying its mouth open, Gin aims for it with a smirk.

No sooner did the word escape Shizuo's lips than Gin fired the bullet.]

[ As soon as he heard the bang, Shizuo stiffened, but the monstrous crustacean gave a wet gurgle, a groan and its jaws went slack letting the fortissimo pull his hands away.

Patting them off on his slacks, he stared at the creature momentarily and then wandered slowly back over to Gin, huffing and puffing, ignoring the pollock stench of his fingers. ] Nice shot.

Let's get... to the hospital. [ He clenched his fist though. It was true, his powers were completely back... definitely a double-edged sword. ] More probably heard it...

[Gin hooks his arm under his to support him again.]

Hmph. If they know what's good for them, they'd steer clear. [If the slain beast wasn't enough warning, the cloud of black-feathered birds descending to tear out its tongue and make a meal of its eyes should do the trick.]

Right.

[He pockets the gun.]

Yeah, no shit... think they'd clue in. [ He took a moment to raise a shaky hand to wipe at his brow. Maybe he expended too much energy. Adrenaline when sick only makes your immune system weaker.

But this is nostalgic. Shizuo's fingers grip at the man's shoulder as gingerly as possible, the proximity highly dangerous while he's experiencing the after affects of the chip removal. It's comforting. He'll never admit that out loud. ]

Thanks... [ He supports his own weight and drags his feet a bit, but they're on their way. ] I need some... kind of membership.

[Gin notices the careful grip, but doesn't comment on it.]

A membership?

[It's not his usual demanding tone that takes the place of a more polite tone one normally uses to ask a question. He quickly follows it up with:] Don't think a place like this has any need for health insurance.

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