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[midnightroads]

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[ring_for_giles]

(ooc note, about an hour after this)

Bash

There's something I should tell you, but I'm not sure that you'll like it.

Giles

It's a risk. Ohhh boy is it a risk. But that's why he's sending a text first.

[midnightroads]

Are you hurt?

Look, this is a reasonable first question, given the knowledge Bash has.

What happened? What do you need to tell me?

[ring_for_giles]

Yes, but it's not as bad as it could be. I'll be fine.

I, hmm, you remember I said Ossie was acting strangely?
That was
That was a lie

[midnightroads]

...you didnt want me to look at him with death census.

oh.
fuck.
wait.
really?

[ring_for_giles]

Yes
I uh
I can't go back to the cottage
So I was rather hoping you wouldn't mind having a proper roommate

[midnightroads]

There is no text response for several minutes.

And then Bash shows up at the infirmary. Looming in the doorway.

[ring_for_giles]

At 6'6 it is very difficult for Giles to ever look small but somehow he does now.
Suit torn and ragged, covered in a fair amount of blood that's had a poor attempt at being washed off, scratches all over that he still hasn't finished bandaging, and trying to push himself into as small a space in the corner as he possibly can.

When he finally forces words out of his mouth it's a breathless sob
"Please don't kill me"

[midnightroads]

Bash exhales heavily, taking in the sight before himself quietly.

"Fuckin' hell. I'm not going to kill you. You're not trying to trick me into fucking you by pretending to be my boy--and I don't even plan to kill that one, just exorcise the fuck out of him. Now, lemme see where you're hurt, and talk to me."

He'll move to grab bandages and antiseptic, to do the proper work of cleaning Giles off, wrapping him up.

[ring_for_giles]

"I- You're... You're not?" He blinks, wide eyed and disbelieving and still whimpering a little, but at least he's not trying to push himself into the wall anymore.

"I uhh... I don't- I don't know what you want me to say really. I just-" He stops, tries to do some of that breathing exercise rubbish he's found in the depths of Giles's memories but gives up on that before he's even really started. Turns out all he really needed anyway was one deep breath to make the dam burst and words tumble out of him in a flood that's only occasionally interrupted by hiccoughing, "Well I was going to try and sell you some shit about Ossie being all weird but you said you can tell and then I was talking to this uhh... I'm not sure... A friend? I suppose? Who found out and was not so murder-y about it as I was expecting and I thought maybe I should... I don't know. Practice what I preach I suppose, darling"

[midnightroads]

Bash reaches out to touch Giles...not-Giles...on the cheek lightly.

"I'm glad you've chosen to be honest with me. The asshole wearing Jeff's body, he killed Crichton and then used his blood to call me to gloat. You're not planning on any of that kind of shit, right?"

If he is, well. This may be about to go differently.

[ring_for_giles]

"I don't know I'm not- I'm not good at fighting. Ossie already tried to kill me- or well, Erin Peters did, but it was on his orders. I don't-" he whimpers again and looks at the floor, losing what little steam he had. The rest comes out in pitiful murmur "I just don't want to go back to Nothing."

[midnightroads]

"Alright. Well, once we get you bandaged up, you're welcome to sleep in the cabin. No sex, but if you want to share the bed and cuddle, I'm good for that. Anyone who wants to hurt you there will have to get through me."

Yes. Yes he knows making promises, or even strong statements to someone who's wearing a lowercase-f fae form is a Bad Idea. He's doing it anyway.

"But that's tonight, and that's as long as you don't lie to me or try to hurt nobody."

cw: mention of self-harm

[ring_for_giles]

He nods vigorously, and — not having Giles's persistent guilt on the subject — binds the words into a Pledge. A night of protection and comfort in exchange for the truth and something he really wasn't going to try any time soon anyway sounds like the best of all possible deals to him right now.

"Thank you, I'm just- I'm so tired"

He scrubs his face with his hands, trying to collect himself into some semblance of something. Finally gathering the courage to step away from the wall and sit on one of the hard medical beds instead, putting himself into far more capable hands. Not that that's exactly a hard ask.

He'd managed to stop the bleeding before he'd been interrupted at least, but there's a lot of scratches all over him, especially on his arms and legs where the vines had him restrained. Some are largely superficial, but there's a lot that are worryingly deep too. As well as two deep cuts — one on each arm — that look a few days older. And quite probably self-inflicted.

"I tried my best, but I've never been especially good at healing, darling, not without magic anyway. Even then all I ever really did were hangover cures."

[midnightroads]

"I'm not a healer either. Not really. Death, darkness and running away, that's what I'm good for, in terms of my purviews." He pauses and leans in to brush a butterfly kiss on Ginger's forehead. "But I can clean and bandage these. Alright?"

He Notices those deeper cuts, but doesn't say anything, instead tending gently to the changeling wearing Giles' face, as if he's an old, dear friend.

[ring_for_giles]

He bites his lip at the forehead kiss, really unsure what to do with all tenderness he's getting. It's quite the change from what he's used to. Even without the whole possession thing throwing more than a few spanners in the works.

"Yes, please"

Ginger hesitates, takes breath to say something, stops again, frowns, and tries again.

"You're rather different than I expected, darling. I mean, I knew you were nice enough of course, his memories are testament to that, but I- well. He thought Erin Peters was nice too, and look where that got me."

[midnightroads]

Bash laughs quietly. “I’m gentle because I choose to be. Spent my childhood getting my shit kicked in and fending for myself a lot, and like. I coulda took that and gone bitter and tough, right? But instead I decided to be ruthlessly kind, whenever that’s an option. Which is a different thing from just being nice.”

A pause, he runs his thumb along one of those deeper cuts, acknowledging it and not commenting on it aloud.

“Dunno who this Erin is yet, though.”

[ring_for_giles]

"I don't know many people who would make that choice. Not any more anyway. I think there were a few back home like that, but that was a very long time ago now."

Not that he especially wants to think about that. About people he was already missing before he became a ghost, let alone now.

"She's uh... She's-" nope nevermind, he'd really rather not think about that either, Thanks. Ginger is not one of Autumn's children, no matter what the body he's inhabiting thinks, he does not need to live with or confront his fear thankyouverymuch.

You know what's much easier to think about?

"I know what you're thinking, darling, but it's not that. I- or rather Ernest- Giles, I mean, can remove other people's injuries. But it's tit for tat. You have to bleed first."

[midnightroads]

It’s the use of the name Ernest, as of Jiles thinks of him as that first, that makes Bash most curious, and least willing to ask. He is loudly going to pretend he never ever heard that!

“An exchange. That makes sense. I think there’s divine magic in my world that runs along a similar…hehe. Vein. That was not intentional, I am so sorry.”

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[theotherright]

At some point, Bash and Arthur have a conversation about possession. At some point after that, whenever is convenient in Bash's personal timeline, Arthur's door gets written on in blood. It's from his cabin, just inside that bloodied door, that he sends a carefully dictated text.

– it's Arthur I think there might be more than one person possessed I don't know who but a message was written in blood on my door and if I'm reading it correctly it seems to apply more than one a God of of you have you seen Crichton he's not replied let me know when you get this let me know you're safe when you get this

He isn't as panicked as speech-to-text makes him sound, but he's not exactly chilled out either.

[ring_for_giles]

Ginger laughs, drawn out and hiccoughing and struggling for breath. Until he moves weirdly and everything hurts again.

"Don't you dare apologize, darling. I think I needed that."

He rubs at his face, trying to wipe away tears and pull himself back together. He only succeeds at one of those.

[midnightroads]

im safe enuff. got into a tussel with whoevers wearing jeffs face.

he killed cryton. hes down in the morgh now. when cryton is alive agan i need to talk to him.

its beena helluvafucking day.

1/2

[theotherright]

There is barely a pause before a reply comes through.

Where the fuck is he and jay did you deal with him and fucking kill him I'm coming to the mall the fuck is that the people best so coming back is the the the resurrection of steel I'm on my way to them or wait for me

2/2

[theotherright]

Several more moments pass, and then there's a follow-up, which without comment or fuss is suddenly legible and punctuated. You're welcome!

Where the fuck is he, the thing in Jeff? Did you deal with him? I will fucking kill him. I'm coming to the morgue. People are still coming back? Resurrection hasn't gone the same way as the restaurants? I'm on my way to the morgue; wait for me.

[midnightroads]

the thing in jeff is a gost. a very upset gost using jeffs magic.

ill wait for you at the morgue.

So that's how you spell that word. Fuck. He must sound like a complete idiot to Arthur and whoever else read his message.

Text, 9:19 AM Oct 16th

[crushed_pearls]

Erin here. Got sleep and food. In hindsight was acting very distressing. Not sorry for threatening the vermin but I sincerely apologize for making your life worse and putting you in that position. Was not living up to the person I want to be. Not currently available to meet due to standing obligations to endangered passengers but willing to talk when crisis resolves. Further apologies for failing the Turing test in this message.