An hour...no small amount of time, and yet, sometimes goes by in the blink of an eye.
[And if Falco's concerns were valid, this could be a major problem down the road. Trees that have started to sprout leaves again hang over their heads as they walk, and he breathes in the fresh air happily as he thinks.]
I do wonder if fighting affects it as well. We'll test out whether or not an hour of constantly fighting brings out that creature that lives inside of you. Do you think you'll be able to handle that?
Pulling you out? No, but I can fathom a guess. I'll have to get at the nape of your neck, right?
[That's where they'd exited before, when he'd blown a hole through the flesh and muscle. Not a pretty sight, but he's seen more than one gruesome sight.]
[ the drawing he’s about to drag in the sand starts to look like a rendition of the back of someone’s head— he’s never see his titan’s reflection, but he knows it’s bird-like. he decides to add an open, jagged beak to the circle of said head, then marks a little stick figure right in the middle of the nape, circling it. ]
I’m right there, about one meter by ten centimeters in. There’s, um— [ he considers saying it, but opts in not going to strong, ] a margin of error, if you count the limbs. As long as the outer margin is followed, it should be fine.
[He stands, observing how Falco draws the nape and where to cut, nodding. That lines up with what he'd seen before, and now he understands how when he'd tried that the first time, he'd missed. He hadn't gone up far enough.]
I think I can handle that. It should be no problem to open a hole there with my strength. [They continue on, until finally reaching their destination.] Ah, here we are.
[The landscape before them is riddled with cracked trees that have long since fallen down from something huge hitting them- a large crater is situated a little further back, and holes scatter the area where boots have dug in, where powers have gone off to attack each other. Very little grass grows here now, and the ground looks worn with the battles that have taken place upon it. With arms akimbo, he looks upon it, noting at least there was no blood to be found. It melted away with the snow, last month.]
We'll have plenty of room here. Should we get right to it, or is there anything else I need to know?
[ falco examines their new surroundings with outreaching eyes; it was battle worn and had plenty of stories to tell. he wouldn’t have time to ask now— only to add to the history of who stepped where. the boy nods, already beginning to dislocate himself to a spot further out. ]
Yes— I’ll stay over here.
[ a thin bladed knife with a hilt made of flora goes from underneath his robes, at his hip to his hand. in preparation, he inhales holds his breath— and hugs the blade with his fingers and palm, making the motion to cut himself as swift as possible. he must bleed, and this may very well cause pollution . . . pollute wisely, trenchies say. ]
I’m ready, Childe.
do you wanna thread the fight out or just handwave it until something important needs to happen
[He nods back to Falco, noting that the boy had just brought a knife out, seemingly cutting himself...interesting, especially since he gets to see what's next.]
Alright. Don't hold anything back, now.
[What Childe does is very much the same as last time, skipping past fighting with his Vision or Delusion first and going right to his transformation. As he dons his dark armor once more, he stands before Falco ready to fight, the abyssal cape inscribed with the stars themselves billowing behind him.
He'd have to push Falco to his limit, to ensure being able to see if this problem truly existed- and for Childe's own entertainment, of course.]
we can start it up and fast forward in a bit, yes! 🙌
[ at the ready, falco sparks. dancing little cracks of energy dance like a charged rod just struck by lightning— until it feels like that’s precisely what happens. an ugly sound booms and with it came light: an entire body, flesh, bone and blood comes together seamlessly, envelops falco in a thick container. particles come together to form the titan in such a short amount of time it feels like art motioned far ahead of time.
falco’s vessel forms differently than the last childe has seen— without the need or intention to fly, the jaw titan has not its incredible wingspan or impressive tail feathers. this version is completely made for landfall, only spawning four armored limbs that crouch into a quick forming crawl, his saw lined beak mask expanding to open wide and make way for two open mouths to shriek and emulate an unfortunate encounter.
the jaw titan is quick on his limbs and has a nasty strike, but childe would be able to tell that when he decides to attack, he has no intention of harming him. he puts more focus into matching childe’s rhythm and how much input he could take before things got deadly.
his talons would swipe, but the curved, hazardous ends would always curl inward to dull his blows in time. ]
[The bolt of lightning the streaks down from the sky and initiates the transformation causes the Harbinger to cover his eyes, intrigued by the creature that forms before him. It certainly is different yes, and he wonders if Falco has made the conscious decision to take this form instead of the more birdlike one he'd had before. It's still impressive, the titan twice his size at the height he stands in his own transformation, so this will do just fine. That same shriek, he remembers it well, but at least for now he knows that the boy is in control of it.
His staff is broken apart into two blades in his hands, and they begin their match- Childe noticing that Falco is pulling his punches.
[Because Childe won't hold back as he fights. He knows this titan can take it, and as he fights he teleports around swipes, sending hydro and electro attacks Falco's way.]
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[ this is hard, and childe will see falco's true core: he is not a fighter. rather, he is a fighter in the sense that he is a survivor, but violence? violence is a difficult thing for him to pour his heart into. it does not come easy, or naturally. he has an aversion to it if he could help it, and the titan, in response, recoils with some hesitant steps back and whimpers. it is a fear, if the action is not exactly needed.
childe was right on one hand, though: then why was he here? to practice, surely, to figure out what was wrong and plan ahead—
falco tries again, better tactics: strike hard, but strike elsewhere. the blows come with more damage to their surroundings that way, but he's some ways far off his mark, giving childe plenty of room to move. sometimes, he not even need to move. a waste of time and energy, he finds, and switches the approach again: strike, but don't look, eyes kept shut— but then, how would he defend himself? change it, again. and again, and again. the truth was that falco would be a hard fruit to ripe if the circumstance wasn't emergency.
that is, something does change. the more the titan is attacked, the more he attacks back. eventually, childe will see a gradual result surfacing, but not one of a healthy source. of course, this might be difficult to realize when falco is giving him what he'd ask for: strike me like you're trying to kill.
if he's not careful, any swipe, or even the sudden, more bestial snap of the boney jaws that form his beak could be a deathly close call. something's already wrong, but who would see that? ]
[Such power and yet such reluctance to use it. He can see that in those steps backward, that frightened whimper. Perhaps he should of been a little more soft with his encouragement, but in the heat of battle, it's kill or be killed. But that softness can wait until the battle is over. For now, he continues to try to push Falco, but it was evident that he'd need a lot more help than just fighting in his titan form if he were to ever be a real warrior.
Things that can be addressed later, if the boy wanted it.
Childe tries to be encouraging to him, yelling phrases back like, strike harder next time! or come now, that's all you've got? you're still holding back! and the like. But the longer they fight, the more he sees the titan coming back at him like he really means it, the way he'd asked him to in the beginning.
Thankfully Childe's movements are quick, before the jaw titan can snap him up into its jaws, a near miss that makes the Harbinger's eyes go wide. The fight had been getting more and more exciting since it appeared that Falco was trying, and he grins wickedly from behind the mask. But, something didn't sit right with him either, and he can't quite put his finger on it. How long had they been fighting? He doesn't see any sign of that familiar sludge that came oozing out of the titan just a few months prior- but he wonders now if Falco's fears were becoming a reality.
He holds up a hand to stop, ceasing his fighting and floating in midair a few dozen feet in front of Falco. But he's on edge. Would he stop attacking? Or did they go too far?]
[ falco only slows to position himself— has he stopped? it could only be a brief possibility, but not one that’s long lasting.
the jaw titan springs from its crouched limbs and flings itself, jaws first, right toward childe. it’s wide, and prepares to snap over where falco thinks he has him.
it’s hard to see the veins in its eyes, obscured by the mask over it— but they're more purple in hue than green. the inside of his mouth too: had that been saliva? or goo? ]
That lunge comes fast, and the mouth of the monster fills his vision before he snaps out of existence from that spot and backward, away from it. Falco had called this the Jaw Titan, and now isn't a good time to find out if he had the strength to keep it from cutting him in half with one chomp.
This isn't good, he thinks, as he looks for signs of that goo again. He thought he'd seen purple in the mouth too, but he couldn't stick around to find out. There's no way he's going inside the mouth again, if he can help it. But the bad part is, if he's becoming possessed again, he knows that Childe will go for the nape...he's got to make a distraction before those claws can come up and protect it. He brings a hand down, a dark circle of energy appearing over the space between Falco's eyes as four swords made of pure electro energy come raining down on that area- and Childe disappears again.
About ten feet over the nape of the neck, ready to cut the boy out.]
[ luckily, the silence takes the bait— not at a hazardous point of no return, any and all oozing bits are concentrated around the mouth, teeth and beak. the jaw titan flinches as the rays and blades of light drive through his mask— eventually, he only crawls to snap around it like a blinded animal.
it’s looking for him now, though. on ground level, it looks left and right, left and right— ]
[He's never seen any member of the Survey Corps take a titan down, nor does he even know it exists or what their weapons look like. All he knows is that it'll take a good amount of strength to cut through the flesh, and he's got to be careful. Thankfully, his weapons are similar enough, and his own strength coupled with the abyssal power he now wields makes up for the speed the corps use to cut open the nape of a titan- and he falls, constellations shining from his blades as he slashes exactly where Falco had shown him, blood splashing up on him as he makes the necessary opening.
The blood sizzles off his armor, but thankfully he can't feel the heat of it, blade slashing away the skin-like appendage that attaches to Falco's face to free him.]
N̢̘͍g̠͕̠h̡̦̪!̺͎ F͍̫̟a̫͜͜l̫̻c͕̘̺o̝͇̟!̞
[He grabs the boy around his waist, lifting him out and jumping clear out of the titan itself, Childe putting as much distance between them and the boy's weapon of war. He finds a spot on the ground, kneeling and checking Falco while also keeping an eye on the titan. Just in case.]
cw: amputation and growing limbs back like a lizard
[ once the boy is loose and snapped free of the pulsing vileblood flesh that kept him tethered, the snapping titan loses its strings; it's body falls as if boneless, as if someone had hit the lights, and that it had— falco remained steaming hot in childe's arms, coughing up the bubbling muck that had threatened to choke him. other than that, he seems fine, not as alarming as the titan was beginning to look. some ways pale, but no purple eyes. he's a layer slimy to the touch, but his mind wasn't gone yet.
perhaps he was just missing the lower half of his arm that got in the way of some inches too short, but even as the ugly green spews from it, just as quickly does it seem to stop, and steam, rapidly. ]
[The Harbinger looks down, silent in his shock that there was an important part of Falco missing. An appendage he was sure he should have missed in his entry into the nape of the titan, and yet the familiar sight of the same blood that flowed through his own veins smelling of flowers pours out. What's more surprising is what happens next, the arm steaming just as the corpse of the titan is as it disintegrates.
He lays Falco down on the ground, taking a deep breath as he lets his transformation go, flecking into the wind as he returns to his normal self. Childe fights through the exhaustion and the pain wracking his body from the burden of the transformation to watch Falco, sighing heavily at his failure to even execute the simple task of cutting him out safely. How he'd make it up to him, he doesn't know. But what's curious is that the bleeding has stopped on its own, and Childe hasn't even bothered to use his blood manipulation skills to slow the bloodflow.
Unless this is something new...?]
Hey, Falco, buddy? Hey...talk for me, are you alright?
[A stupid question to ask, but he wants to distract the boy from the missing limb.]
I-I feel like, [ an inhale, short and breathy, but falco manages enough with an exhale. he's pale and shaky, but that isn't much news to him— what is, perhaps, is how his mouth waters, dries and waters again. ] I'm going to be sick.
[ he feels like he's going to lose his breakfast and lunch. luckily, that won't happen. his neck aches, where the double "s" mark at his nape strains and threatens to grow but is forced to shrink. as a reaction, his lack of an arm reaches to cup the spot, where, to childe's dismay, he realizes . . .
he's lost. his arm. falco gives it a blank stare, nodding slowly. okay. the gut instinct is to scream and panic. but he can't panic. it's fine. he'll actually be fine. ]
It's okay. It'll . . . It'll grow back.
[ he says, naturally. it should be natural. he lost an entire jaw back in santa rosita, but he hadn't actually been awake to see it. titan physiology. it'll just grow back, indeed. in about 5 seconds of trying to gaze up reassuringly at childe, falco passes out. knocked out cold. not from blood loss, not from exhaustion— but because he just saw his entire arm clean off.
What a final thing to say before Falco passes out. He'd been ready to tilt the boy to the side so he could puke, but it never comes. Childe's eyes return to the arm that still steams, and he's sure if he looks closely there's the faintest hints of the arm regenerating, albeit slow. This is the power of a human who can transform into a titan, huh. Incredible. If it weren't such a gruesome sight and the fact that he'd passed out, he'd tell Falco how impressed he was.
But right now, that's neither here nor there. With the assurance that the shell of the titan was no threat, he picks Falco up, to carry the boy in his arms back towards town. He needs rest, and going to the Lumenarium seemed like the logical choice right about now. Even if he didn't need help with his arm, he still may need medical assistance.
Archons, he needs some medical assistance right now himself.]
[ the titan would disintegrate in the heat down to the bones, just as the first possessed beast childe had dueled with. it only takes a few minutes afterward for falco to come to in childe's arms. the boy was dreadfully hot as his missing stump fumed with steam, but it was doing as falco had said. some inches outward, the skin if protruding and growing back. he himself doesn't exactly feel like he'll hurl his meals when his consciousness slowly returns, and with cracked eyes open, falco rests a hand on childe's chest to get his attention. ]
[The weight of a hand on his chest brings his attention back downwards towards Falco, as the treads through the woods back towards town. A sigh of relief escapes him to see the boy awake, even though he can't imagine how much pain he must be in right now. Whatever pain Childe is enduring from the transformation seems trivial in comparison to the lack of an arm that Falco is suffering, even if it's growing back. The boy is so hot in his arms, but that won't stop him from getting him back.]
Falco, [he says softly,] I'm taking you to the hospital. Your arm...you're right, it seems to be growing back, as strange as that is...but I need to make sure you'll be alright.
[He pauses, thinking on how to say this, but perhaps he's thinking about it too hard.]
Your arm...that was an amateur mistake on my part. I'm sorry. I hope you don't hold that against me.
[ falco may never get used to hearing his brother's voice coming from childe's mouth. every time he closes his eyes, even when he keeps them open— his heart flutters and his fingers wish to grasp tighter to a memory that reoccurs. with one hand, the other was still a slowly extending stump. the idea of a hospital immediately stirs the boy, lifting his head in a single shake. that, and again when childe apologizes. ]
Oh— no, of course I won't! I-It's not amateur, you've never seen it before and— [ it was his first time cutting a shifter out of a titan. even the most trained warriors make tiny errors, but errors that could be repaired. falco was in no pain at all, not after the wound quickly closed, added with the dulling ( or healing, in this month's case) effect of his blood. he's tranquil now. calmly and with a swallow, falco sets his hand close to the young man's collar in reassurance. ] I don't need a hospital. I'll take up a bed that someone else could need— I promise I don't need it.
[The Harbinger looks down at Falco's arm in disbelief at that statement. How on earth could he not need to at least be looked at. But again, Falco knows his own power far better than Childe could ever comprehend, and it takes him a second of debating with himself whether he should take Falco anyway.
Perhaps, he should try to understand this better before making that decision.]
Heh, [he laughs worriedly,] that makes me believe this isn't the first time you've lost an appendage. Your titan ability is an incredible power. You'll have to teach it to me sometime, if you don't mind.
[ falco shies a smile away; for what it’s worth, he has lost part of his face, but none of that is evidenced by scars. falco had none, and as long as he remains a shifter, he will have none.
it’s the last part, truly, that the smile is for, waning and apologetic. ]
It’s not really something I could teach . . . [ from a pacifist’s point of view? he’s glad that isn’t the case. there would militarized titans all over the place. besides that— falco wouldn’t wish inheritance on anyone. as grand as the powers are, they come with a devastating price, one falco didn’t have a choice in. ] —And I’m sorry, when we started.
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Maybe . . . Around an hour? If it was less— I didn’t notice.
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[And if Falco's concerns were valid, this could be a major problem down the road. Trees that have started to sprout leaves again hang over their heads as they walk, and he breathes in the fresh air happily as he thinks.]
I do wonder if fighting affects it as well. We'll test out whether or not an hour of constantly fighting brings out that creature that lives inside of you. Do you think you'll be able to handle that?
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[ he’s for sure up to the task, especially if childe is this ready to help him out. ]
If you notice I’m acting strange, I think . . . Pulling me out is better. Do you know how to do that?
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[That's where they'd exited before, when he'd blown a hole through the flesh and muscle. Not a pretty sight, but he's seen more than one gruesome sight.]
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I’m right there, about one meter by ten centimeters in. There’s, um— [ he considers saying it, but opts in not going to strong, ] a margin of error, if you count the limbs. As long as the outer margin is followed, it should be fine.
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I think I can handle that. It should be no problem to open a hole there with my strength. [They continue on, until finally reaching their destination.] Ah, here we are.
[The landscape before them is riddled with cracked trees that have long since fallen down from something huge hitting them- a large crater is situated a little further back, and holes scatter the area where boots have dug in, where powers have gone off to attack each other. Very little grass grows here now, and the ground looks worn with the battles that have taken place upon it. With arms akimbo, he looks upon it, noting at least there was no blood to be found. It melted away with the snow, last month.]
We'll have plenty of room here. Should we get right to it, or is there anything else I need to know?
cw self harm
Yes— I’ll stay over here.
[ a thin bladed knife with a hilt made of flora goes from underneath his robes, at his hip to his hand. in preparation, he inhales holds his breath— and hugs the blade with his fingers and palm, making the motion to cut himself as swift as possible. he must bleed, and this may very well cause pollution . . . pollute wisely, trenchies say. ]
I’m ready, Childe.
do you wanna thread the fight out or just handwave it until something important needs to happen
Alright. Don't hold anything back, now.
[What Childe does is very much the same as last time, skipping past fighting with his Vision or Delusion first and going right to his transformation. As he dons his dark armor once more, he stands before Falco ready to fight, the abyssal cape inscribed with the stars themselves billowing behind him.
He'd have to push Falco to his limit, to ensure being able to see if this problem truly existed- and for Childe's own entertainment, of course.]
we can start it up and fast forward in a bit, yes! 🙌
falco’s vessel forms differently than the last childe has seen— without the need or intention to fly, the jaw titan has not its incredible wingspan or impressive tail feathers. this version is completely made for landfall, only spawning four armored limbs that crouch into a quick forming crawl, his saw lined beak mask expanding to open wide and make way for two open mouths to shriek and emulate an unfortunate encounter.
the jaw titan is quick on his limbs and has a nasty strike, but childe would be able to tell that when he decides to attack, he has no intention of harming him. he puts more focus into matching childe’s rhythm and how much input he could take before things got deadly.
his talons would swipe, but the curved, hazardous ends would always curl inward to dull his blows in time. ]
sounds like a plan to me!
His staff is broken apart into two blades in his hands, and they begin their match- Childe noticing that Falco is pulling his punches.
That won't do.]
D̡̦͜o̡͙͓n͔̞͚'̠̻͙t̢͕͍ y̡͓̺o̝̺̪u̼̻͓ d̪̞͕a̠̘͜r͇͓e̺̫̞ h͍͍͍o͇̠l̫̞͙d̢͍̝ b̞͉̦a̺͇̫c̢̠̠k͎̫ o͕̙͓n͍͔͍ m̢͉͍e͇̪͜!̻̫̟ S̘̺̟t̢̺̺r̟̞̺i̢̙̦k̫͎̙e͕̼̟ a̢͔̝t̼̼͜ m͉͔̺e̡͍̪ l͓̙̞i͙͓͇k̢͓͎e͕̺͕ y͓͖͜o͇̝̠u͍͎͉'̢̠r̡̟̝e͉͚̪ t̫͖͜r̢̝͎y̞͖̝i̡̠͖n͔͍̼g̡̟̺ t͕̞o̼͚͙ k̦̺͉i̟̫̟l͕̝̘l̪̙̝,̡̺͔ o̪͇̼r͔̘̫ w̻̠h͎͍͖a̙͇̠ț̡͇ i̞̫͎s͉̪ t͎͕h͔̼̟i̡͇͓s͎̪͓ a̟̫̻l̡̻͚l̡͚ f̻͜o̪̠͕r̢͚̦?͖͓͕
[Because Childe won't hold back as he fights. He knows this titan can take it, and as he fights he teleports around swipes, sending hydro and electro attacks Falco's way.]
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childe was right on one hand, though: then why was he here? to practice, surely, to figure out what was wrong and plan ahead—
falco tries again, better tactics: strike hard, but strike elsewhere. the blows come with more damage to their surroundings that way, but he's some ways far off his mark, giving childe plenty of room to move. sometimes, he not even need to move. a waste of time and energy, he finds, and switches the approach again: strike, but don't look, eyes kept shut— but then, how would he defend himself? change it, again. and again, and again. the truth was that falco would be a hard fruit to ripe if the circumstance wasn't emergency.
that is, something does change. the more the titan is attacked, the more he attacks back. eventually, childe will see a gradual result surfacing, but not one of a healthy source. of course, this might be difficult to realize when falco is giving him what he'd ask for: strike me like you're trying to kill.
if he's not careful, any swipe, or even the sudden, more bestial snap of the boney jaws that form his beak could be a deathly close call. something's already wrong, but who would see that? ]
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Things that can be addressed later, if the boy wanted it.
Childe tries to be encouraging to him, yelling phrases back like, strike harder next time! or come now, that's all you've got? you're still holding back! and the like. But the longer they fight, the more he sees the titan coming back at him like he really means it, the way he'd asked him to in the beginning.
Thankfully Childe's movements are quick, before the jaw titan can snap him up into its jaws, a near miss that makes the Harbinger's eyes go wide. The fight had been getting more and more exciting since it appeared that Falco was trying, and he grins wickedly from behind the mask. But, something didn't sit right with him either, and he can't quite put his finger on it. How long had they been fighting? He doesn't see any sign of that familiar sludge that came oozing out of the titan just a few months prior- but he wonders now if Falco's fears were becoming a reality.
He holds up a hand to stop, ceasing his fighting and floating in midair a few dozen feet in front of Falco. But he's on edge. Would he stop attacking? Or did they go too far?]
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the jaw titan springs from its crouched limbs and flings itself, jaws first, right toward childe. it’s wide, and prepares to snap over where falco thinks he has him.
it’s hard to see the veins in its eyes, obscured by the mask over it— but they're more purple in hue than green. the inside of his mouth too: had that been saliva? or goo? ]
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That lunge comes fast, and the mouth of the monster fills his vision before he snaps out of existence from that spot and backward, away from it. Falco had called this the Jaw Titan, and now isn't a good time to find out if he had the strength to keep it from cutting him in half with one chomp.
This isn't good, he thinks, as he looks for signs of that goo again. He thought he'd seen purple in the mouth too, but he couldn't stick around to find out. There's no way he's going inside the mouth again, if he can help it. But the bad part is, if he's becoming possessed again, he knows that Childe will go for the nape...he's got to make a distraction before those claws can come up and protect it. He brings a hand down, a dark circle of energy appearing over the space between Falco's eyes as four swords made of pure electro energy come raining down on that area- and Childe disappears again.
About ten feet over the nape of the neck, ready to cut the boy out.]
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it’s looking for him now, though. on ground level, it looks left and right, left and right— ]
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The blood sizzles off his armor, but thankfully he can't feel the heat of it, blade slashing away the skin-like appendage that attaches to Falco's face to free him.]
N̢̘͍g̠͕̠h̡̦̪!̺͎ F͍̫̟a̫͜͜l̫̻c͕̘̺o̝͇̟!̞
[He grabs the boy around his waist, lifting him out and jumping clear out of the titan itself, Childe putting as much distance between them and the boy's weapon of war. He finds a spot on the ground, kneeling and checking Falco while also keeping an eye on the titan. Just in case.]
cw: amputation and growing limbs back like a lizard
perhaps he was just missing the lower half of his arm that got in the way of some inches too short, but even as the ugly green spews from it, just as quickly does it seem to stop, and steam, rapidly. ]
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He lays Falco down on the ground, taking a deep breath as he lets his transformation go, flecking into the wind as he returns to his normal self. Childe fights through the exhaustion and the pain wracking his body from the burden of the transformation to watch Falco, sighing heavily at his failure to even execute the simple task of cutting him out safely. How he'd make it up to him, he doesn't know. But what's curious is that the bleeding has stopped on its own, and Childe hasn't even bothered to use his blood manipulation skills to slow the bloodflow.
Unless this is something new...?]
Hey, Falco, buddy? Hey...talk for me, are you alright?
[A stupid question to ask, but he wants to distract the boy from the missing limb.]
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[ he feels like he's going to lose his breakfast and lunch. luckily, that won't happen. his neck aches, where the double "s" mark at his nape strains and threatens to grow but is forced to shrink. as a reaction, his lack of an arm reaches to cup the spot, where, to childe's dismay, he realizes . . .
he's lost. his arm. falco gives it a blank stare, nodding slowly. okay. the gut instinct is to scream and panic. but he can't panic. it's fine. he'll actually be fine. ]
It's okay. It'll . . . It'll grow back.
[ he says, naturally. it should be natural. he lost an entire jaw back in santa rosita, but he hadn't actually been awake to see it. titan physiology. it'll just grow back, indeed. in about 5 seconds of trying to gaze up reassuringly at childe, falco passes out. knocked out cold. not from blood loss, not from exhaustion— but because he just saw his entire arm clean off.
(it's okay; it actually is growing back.) ]
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What a final thing to say before Falco passes out. He'd been ready to tilt the boy to the side so he could puke, but it never comes. Childe's eyes return to the arm that still steams, and he's sure if he looks closely there's the faintest hints of the arm regenerating, albeit slow. This is the power of a human who can transform into a titan, huh. Incredible. If it weren't such a gruesome sight and the fact that he'd passed out, he'd tell Falco how impressed he was.
But right now, that's neither here nor there. With the assurance that the shell of the titan was no threat, he picks Falco up, to carry the boy in his arms back towards town. He needs rest, and going to the Lumenarium seemed like the logical choice right about now. Even if he didn't need help with his arm, he still may need medical assistance.
Archons, he needs some medical assistance right now himself.]
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Where're we going—?
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Falco, [he says softly,] I'm taking you to the hospital. Your arm...you're right, it seems to be growing back, as strange as that is...but I need to make sure you'll be alright.
[He pauses, thinking on how to say this, but perhaps he's thinking about it too hard.]
Your arm...that was an amateur mistake on my part. I'm sorry. I hope you don't hold that against me.
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Oh— no, of course I won't! I-It's not amateur, you've never seen it before and— [ it was his first time cutting a shifter out of a titan. even the most trained warriors make tiny errors, but errors that could be repaired. falco was in no pain at all, not after the wound quickly closed, added with the dulling ( or healing, in this month's case) effect of his blood. he's tranquil now. calmly and with a swallow, falco sets his hand close to the young man's collar in reassurance. ] I don't need a hospital. I'll take up a bed that someone else could need— I promise I don't need it.
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Perhaps, he should try to understand this better before making that decision.]
Heh, [he laughs worriedly,] that makes me believe this isn't the first time you've lost an appendage. Your titan ability is an incredible power. You'll have to teach it to me sometime, if you don't mind.
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it’s the last part, truly, that the smile is for, waning and apologetic. ]
It’s not really something I could teach . . . [ from a pacifist’s point of view? he’s glad that isn’t the case. there would militarized titans all over the place. besides that— falco wouldn’t wish inheritance on anyone. as grand as the powers are, they come with a devastating price, one falco didn’t have a choice in. ] —And I’m sorry, when we started.
[ he was having a hard time getting into it. ]
But you did really well. You stopped it.
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we can start wrapping up here maybe!
sounds good to me!