[he gives a sound of approval, now stepping closer.]
I'm going to try putting holy water on it now. Admin said that should be effective.
[Digging into his shroud's pocket, he pulls out a small bottle of water. This isn't exactly his usual method (he can't imagine holy water having any effect on Greed), but when in Rome as they say. Now close to Falco, he pops the cap of the bottle, lifts it up and very slowly drops a couple drops of the water onto his skin.
And that's when it all goes wrong.
There's a sizzling sound. Falco will feel his skin burn. The purple mark reacts- something emerges from it, breaking through the seal and tries to take a swipe at Jun]
What-?!
[Thanks to his enhanced reflexes, he jumps back - the swipe narrowly missing his uniform's collar. Right after, it sinks back into Falco's neck]
[ falco immediately tenses when the water is applied and defines a hiss of pain, just as the water burns, and burns, and burns— oh something’s happening. something’s— oh, gross. the sound is ugly and clicking, it rises from his neck and swirls into taking a jab at jun. falco tries to open his eyes, see something— but his eyes squeeze, his knees buckle down and he falls forward, grasping for grass as the brand extends, returns inside him and crawls up his scalp and further down his neck.
he tries not to make a noise, he’d said it could hurt. but the burn is everlasting, like cooking his flesh to a boiling point. falco’s muscle contracts from top to bottom, eyes squeezed shut and trying to breathe. it hurt, it hurt, it hurt—
he can’t help the strained squeak, the sob. he starts to cry, face red from dolor that doesn’t go away and makes his frame contort, his jaw contract, and the breaths he pulls from them short and erratic. he felt like he was being taken apart and almost pleads to stop, but— they had to keep going, didn’t they?
falco buries his face to the grass, snaps what he could gather into his pale white fist as he twisted into his own pain and cried. ]
[This wasn't good. Jun watched as Falco collapsed on the ground in pain. Even if the kid was doing his very best not to scream out, it was impossible not to see how much his body tensed from the pain. Not only that, but he could see the mark grow up into his hair and down his neck.]
Falco!
[ He screwed up. He'd been so worried about harming the kid with the sealing spell that he'd brought worse harm to him. What a foolish sentiment.
Acting quickly, he draws draws another star glyph in the air to create another seal. A much stronger one this time. The infected area once again feels the cold numbing- this time a stronger feeling than before. Thankfully, it'll be enough for the pain to subside as the Silence gets trapped within the Seal.]
...
Can you move?
[His voice has a slight shake that it didn't have before.]
[ the icy numb along his neck is less than a tickle compared to the physical agony; at first falco rolls onto his side and bends his knees to his stomach, because it all felt like it was burning and burning and it wouldn’t stop burning— but then his limbs felt like they were breaking if he so much moved them, a feat becoming impossible when he didn’t know what else to do to calm the scorching inside and out. that’s the last moment he couldn’t take just cringing and choking, the start of a scream erupts from his throat and dies like a whisp when the spell embeds a harsher imprisonment. the seering stabs and unseen tearing loses power, his musculature is freed from tension, and falco finally relaxes on the side he had turned to as a messy heap of shuddering, sobbing and hiccuping.
the emotional distress would subside far quicker rather than crying nonstop for another few hours, at it did the last time— but it didn’t quickly remove the terror he was conscious to witness. having an enemy you can look at and see firing is one thing . . . having something you can’t see at all, with an influence? using you? they used holy water and it burned him. it’s scared him. terrified him, really.
falco looks up with a turn of his head, reaching for jun’s arm, his sleeve, anything his fingers can clutch on as he huffed through his tears, and moved. it was the answer he needed, so he responds with another. ]
Is it over—? [ then, immediately after with a tremble and wide, fearful hazel eyes, ] Did I hurt you?
[It'd be a hard sight for anyone to watch, a child writhing in distress and agony. Were any of Falco's caretakers here, things would probably erupt into chaos. Even for Jun, hardened as he was, it made his stomach churn. It reminded him of that night in the castle, seeing his classmates on the ground in pain from the witch's hold- all while he couldn't do anything but continue his mission and pray the others could help.
Is that really all you could've done? The same thought he's had a hundred times runs through his head. Or do you just tell yourself that-
Falco grabbing his sleeve derails the same old thought process in his head. He nearly yanks his arm away out of reflex, but stops himself just before. Instead he stands there, letting Falco cling to his sleeve. It's good that he has his hood up, as there's an expression of bewilderment when Falco asks that question. "Did I hurt you?" Honestly, it was the other way around...what's with this kid?]
You didn't. [Straight, to the point. He breathes out a little, making a decision]
It's over for now. This new seal will keep it from getting out again. We'll try purifying again ... later. After I check in with some people.
[He doesn't want to put Falco through that again. ]
[ he’s honestly want someone to be here with him, now— but professionally, jun was not the person for that. the tips of his fingers squeeze at fabric before it falls back to him, sitting himself upright to get through the ridiculous amount of sniffles he has. he can’t shake it off, this feeling— his neck is okay, thank god, but he feels . . . lonely. scared? a horrible partnership. ]
O-okay . . . [ he drops his head and rubs the bottom of his nose with the back of his sleeve, not worried if it streaks wet. drying his tears come after, when he lifts his arm and uses his shoulders for each side. ] Thank you, Father Orden. You risked yourself to do that . . .
[ all that’s left now is for him to recuperate, physically and mentally. he’s not feeling the chicken coop anymore, and sighs again when he’s caught himself thinking about people. gah. it might just make him cry again. he’s sensitive and missing them and considers, immediately, a remedy his body seems to call for. ]
Is it safe to lay down for a little while?
[ in bed, he means— to get some rest. he’s still a little spooked, for sure, but also inherently tired. almost like if he’s just come out of a shift, pain and crying is ultimately exhausting. ]
[Falco's distress is clearly written on the boy. No matter how much he had tried to tough it out, at the end of the day Falco was still a human kid. No doubt he wanted comfort of some kind, and for a moment Jun wished badly knew how to do that sort of thing.
But instead he stands where he is, letting Falco let go of him and wipe his own tears.]
...
[He decides to ignore the thank you, since he really didn't feel like he did anything worth thanking. He was doing his duty, nothing more. Risk was a natural part of that. Besides, Falco was the one harmed...]
Yes, you should get some rest. The Seal should hold through most things, but...try to avoid bad situations and occult practices.
[ . . . occult practices? maybe that just means literally summoning the devil, aka, titan shifting, or something. he doesn’t know what else. ]
Right . . . [ he waves his hand to him as makes to walk up the short steps of sunderland cottage. ] I’ll call you if something feels wrong.
[ with that, he attempts one last goodbye wave, before his hand falls to his neck and he slips inside. it’s so quiet inside. he’ll try and nap on the couch. ]
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I'm going to try putting holy water on it now. Admin said that should be effective.
[Digging into his shroud's pocket, he pulls out a small bottle of water. This isn't exactly his usual method (he can't imagine holy water having any effect on Greed), but when in Rome as they say. Now close to Falco, he pops the cap of the bottle, lifts it up and very slowly drops a couple drops of the water onto his skin.
And that's when it all goes wrong.
There's a sizzling sound. Falco will feel his skin burn. The purple mark reacts- something emerges from it, breaking through the seal and tries to take a swipe at Jun]
What-?!
[Thanks to his enhanced reflexes, he jumps back - the swipe narrowly missing his uniform's collar. Right after, it sinks back into Falco's neck]
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he tries not to make a noise, he’d said it could hurt. but the burn is everlasting, like cooking his flesh to a boiling point. falco’s muscle contracts from top to bottom, eyes squeezed shut and trying to breathe. it hurt, it hurt, it hurt—
he can’t help the strained squeak, the sob. he starts to cry, face red from dolor that doesn’t go away and makes his frame contort, his jaw contract, and the breaths he pulls from them short and erratic. he felt like he was being taken apart and almost pleads to stop, but— they had to keep going, didn’t they?
falco buries his face to the grass, snaps what he could gather into his pale white fist as he twisted into his own pain and cried. ]
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Falco!
[ He screwed up. He'd been so worried about harming the kid with the sealing spell that he'd brought worse harm to him. What a foolish sentiment.
Acting quickly, he draws draws another star glyph in the air to create another seal. A much stronger one this time. The infected area once again feels the cold numbing- this time a stronger feeling than before. Thankfully, it'll be enough for the pain to subside as the Silence gets trapped within the Seal.]
...
Can you move?
[His voice has a slight shake that it didn't have before.]
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the emotional distress would subside far quicker rather than crying nonstop for another few hours, at it did the last time— but it didn’t quickly remove the terror he was conscious to witness. having an enemy you can look at and see firing is one thing . . . having something you can’t see at all, with an influence? using you? they used holy water and it burned him. it’s scared him. terrified him, really.
falco looks up with a turn of his head, reaching for jun’s arm, his sleeve, anything his fingers can clutch on as he huffed through his tears, and moved. it was the answer he needed, so he responds with another. ]
Is it over—? [ then, immediately after with a tremble and wide, fearful hazel eyes, ] Did I hurt you?
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Is that really all you could've done? The same thought he's had a hundred times runs through his head. Or do you just tell yourself that-
Falco grabbing his sleeve derails the same old thought process in his head. He nearly yanks his arm away out of reflex, but stops himself just before. Instead he stands there, letting Falco cling to his sleeve. It's good that he has his hood up, as there's an expression of bewilderment when Falco asks that question. "Did I hurt you?" Honestly, it was the other way around...what's with this kid?]
You didn't. [Straight, to the point. He breathes out a little, making a decision]
It's over for now. This new seal will keep it from getting out again. We'll try purifying again ... later. After I check in with some people.
[He doesn't want to put Falco through that again. ]
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O-okay . . . [ he drops his head and rubs the bottom of his nose with the back of his sleeve, not worried if it streaks wet. drying his tears come after, when he lifts his arm and uses his shoulders for each side. ] Thank you, Father Orden. You risked yourself to do that . . .
[ all that’s left now is for him to recuperate, physically and mentally. he’s not feeling the chicken coop anymore, and sighs again when he’s caught himself thinking about people. gah. it might just make him cry again. he’s sensitive and missing them and considers, immediately, a remedy his body seems to call for. ]
Is it safe to lay down for a little while?
[ in bed, he means— to get some rest. he’s still a little spooked, for sure, but also inherently tired. almost like if he’s just come out of a shift, pain and crying is ultimately exhausting. ]
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But instead he stands where he is, letting Falco let go of him and wipe his own tears.]
...
[He decides to ignore the thank you, since he really didn't feel like he did anything worth thanking. He was doing his duty, nothing more. Risk was a natural part of that. Besides, Falco was the one harmed...]
Yes, you should get some rest. The Seal should hold through most things, but...try to avoid bad situations and occult practices.
[No dark rituals for awhile buddy!!!!]
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Right . . . [ he waves his hand to him as makes to walk up the short steps of sunderland cottage. ] I’ll call you if something feels wrong.
[ with that, he attempts one last goodbye wave, before his hand falls to his neck and he slips inside. it’s so quiet inside. he’ll try and nap on the couch. ]
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Alright. [Gonna let the kid go!] God be with you.
[He'll watch the kid head inside. The moment he's in, Jun's shoulders will slump and he'll shake his head. That...did not go as well as he hoped.
Oh well. Lifting his hand, he'll teleport out of there]