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thenearshore2017-05-05 12:20 am
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Who: Dumb & Dumber Add & Jakob
Where: The Near Shore
When: July 11th
What: Prayer #26
Warnings: Add
Looking into the background of the old craftsman, Jakob realizes that his vocation might overlap with that of another one of their devotees—not a shocking revelation, given that the worshippers of Henir must have something in common besides their unusual devotion to such a god as he, but as Jakob had been keeping tabs on the one currently in rehabilitation, it had been but a simple matter of his visiting the address of the man’s therapist.
Surely this is what the man needs—lessons from a great master! Inspiration! He might be able to come out of his funk that much sooner should Jakob have both followers meet. And really, this sort of prayer is just the thing he and Add both need to make up for the disaster that their last prayer had become. After taking careful stock of his memories of that time, Jakob is sure that keeping Add out of danger during prayers is top priority. And what’s more, they have little reason to suspect ayakashi involvement this time around.
So now here he is, at the waiting room of the therapist’s clinic, with his quarry still in session. The intent here is of course to facilitate a meeting between him and the old craftsman. Easy. Add needn’t bother to come at all. As a matter of fact, he hasn’t told Add where he’s gone—he’d only expected to be away for but an hour or so, after all. It’s nothing too alarming.
So he sits back, leafs through a lifestyle magazine, not knowing that disaster is about to strike at any moment now…
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physicaltrauma and could she please look the other way?But the therapist remains unconvinced and absolutely bewildered if not horrified when Add calls to Jakob to leap back into the portal.
With a sigh, and another sorry to be a bother, Jakob turns around and jumps straight into the portal after Taro. The sooner they get away from this mess, the better.
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And poor Taro has been stuck in an infinite freefall this whole time, waiting for Add to create the exit out of the void. He doesn't leave the mortal and shinki waiting long, though, and shortly after closing the entrance a new portal cracks open below them, showing only the floor of the artisan's home. The illusion of gravity is all they need to reach it. The only thing to cancel their momentum is the floor, though, so hopefully Jakob can manage a good landing around Taro's sprawled and confused form and the large chair that landed on its side next to him. He's probably okay. Might've lied a bit about there being no physical trauma...
Add exits last, carefully stepping around Taro with the assistance of Dynamo. They're now standing in the middle of the workshop, with Yamada sitting conveniently nearby to gape at all the weird shit that just appeared in his house out of nowhere.
"Congratulations! Your prayers have been answered," Add declares proudly with a smug expression.
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He doesn’t even bother with the old craftsman right now. Or with Add. Instead, he rushes to Taro’s side, with staff in hand in case he’s suffering from more than just a horribly broken psyche.
“Are you all right?”
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"... should I have used the door instead?" Add mumbles to himself, slowly starting to grasp that his entrance may have been too dramatic.
His thoughts are confirmed a moment later when Yamada, hand clutched over his chest, suddenly heaves and collapses off his chair. Add stares in confusion before realizing just how close to death their aging teacher is. Or was, if they don't do something soon. Add curses under his breath, a flash of soft blue light filling the room briefly.
"Damnit, that's not going to work." Too late to use Seal of Time to reverse it, but at least they have a bit of extra time to work with now if he dies. He turns to Jakob instead. "How effective is your healing with cardiac arrest? Ah, or maybe I can use Dynamo as a defibrillator—" That might actually work, but healing magic would probably be a good idea anyway.
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“What did you do to—never mind. Just get out of the way!” he cries, quickly getting off of Taro’s case to rush for the old man, perhaps even shoving Add out of the way if he doesn’t get away fast enough. “Cardiac arrest” is one of those aggravatingly modern terms that he’s since come to understand better with all the medical textbooks he’d borrowed from Tenpou ages ago; hence, the rest of Add’s chatter doesn’t seem to register with him at the moment.
Then he kneels over Yamada and begins reciting his healing spells, outright praying to some other god out there that he’ll be okay, no thanks to his god.
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On the bright side(???), someone having a heart attack in the same room as him snaps Taro out of his senseless muttering. He fumbles for his cellphone, nearly dropping it twice in his haste. At least someone here has enough sense to call for an ambulance...
"Y-yes, hello, there's a man having a heart attack here, he needs help right away! ... um, the address? I-I'm actually not sure... My name's Taro. Uh, his name? I'm not really sure... CPR? Well, uh, there's someone else here doing... something like that... Their names? Umm."
... at least some tried to call an ambulance, anyway. It may take a few calls for Taro to convince emergency response that it's not a prank call and he really is in a stranger's house with the god Henir and his butler.
Add pulls up a couple holoscreens, meanwhile, attempting to get a reading on how dead Yamada is. So far he still seems to be salvageable, though his heart hasn't started back up just yet. Add leans in closer to properly loom over Jakob's shoulder.
"I think your magic is working, but we still need to jumpstart the heart," Add interjects, possibly ruining Jakob's hair with the amount of static he's radiating at such close quarters. "Try using chest compressions."
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Already he’s beginning to curse himself for his folly.
“Why don’t you check on your other follower?” he adds, “If Taro hasn’t already mustered enough sense to simply run away from here.”
In the meantime, his magic can keep the old man alive, though trying to magically patch him up will still take some time given the severity of his condition.
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He looks over his shoulder at Taro, who is still struggling to explain his situation to emergency response. Their eyes meet, and the mortal gives up on his half-formed sentence to shove the cell phone in Add's direction. There's both desperation and exhaustion in his tone when he mutters they want to talk to you.
Add sighs for real this time, snatching up the phone. "Fine, I'll deal with this. You stay put for now."
Getting an ambulance—that's an easy job, so he can definitely handle this part. He clears his throat before bringing the phone up to his ear.
"Henir speaking. Don't worry about the address, that would take too long to get here. Just tell me where you're located and— ... yes, I just said this is Henir. The Norse god. It doesn't really matter, but I normally go by Add if you need to know. Anyway, the patient's name is Yamada, he's suffering from cardiac arrest but my assistant is performing first aid. We need equipment to restart his heart properly so give me your location and I'll pick them up myse— no, no, you're not listening to me. We're wasting time here, so stop arguing and give me the information I requested. What? Of course I'm faster than an ambulance, didn't I just tell you I'm a god? ... Hello? Hello??"
... it might still take a few more calls to get a real paramedic.
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“Stop fooling around, Add!” Excuse him if his yelling is a little louder than usual—apparently while his magic can keep the old man alive to some extent, it really isn’t going to sustain him for long without outside help. And spellcasting is hard enough when his own talents for the magical arts are rather limited as well. As a butler he’s always been a far better fighter than a healer.
To Yamada: “Don’t you dare die on me, old man!” As if he can help it. “Not when we’re going through this much trouble for you!”
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Jakob has a point, though, in that they don't have time to waste. Add grumbles under his breath, looking around the room before his eyes settle back on Taro, who is still hanging around nearby like a good follower. Though it's probably more for the dying old man in the room than anything Add has done for him so far.
He thrusts the phone back at the mortal, his dynamos arranging themselves to form a new portal. Before disappearing into the void, he commands, "Tell them to expect some 'divine intervention' shortly. I'll bring everything back when we're done."
And so for the next few minutes Jakob will be on his own, aside from the near-death Yamada and Taro trying to pass on Add's message to the increasingly irrate emergency responder. Although, after awhile it seems like the responder is asking Taro a lot more questions rather than blowing him off...
Eventually, a new portal opens up above the centre of the room, dumping a large pile of medical supplies—a defibrillator, monitoring equipment, a wheeled stretcher, an assortment of medication, a doctor... and Add, who arrives last to ensure the portal closes safely. He sighs, pausing to help the incredibly confused doctor up before pushing him gently in Jakob and Yamada's direction.
"Here's your patient. Jakob, Dr. Takashi will take over from here so help him stabilize the patient while the equipment is prepared. An ambulance will be en route to pick them up once Yamada can be safely transported. Taro, stop answering that useless idiot's questions and help me set up these machines."
Or it might be a police car on the way, but whatever. He gave them an address when he got there, so someone will probably show up to retrieve the kidnapped doctor and all this expensive equipment.
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Turns out that isn’t an entirely unfounded assumption. He starts when the medical supplies have been duly dumped onto Yamada’s nice clean floor, but he has no time to scold Add for potentially (definitely) making this situation even worse. Instead, he nods at the doctor and pulls his own staff aside—it’d be a waste of time to explain magic to this mortal, but at least in this case Jakob’s willing to concede to the doctor’s expertise as well as the advantages of current medical technology.
“I’ve already performed some emergency procedures,” he informs him. “Sustaining him, however, has been a bit of a challenge, but I will leave you to your work.”
He’s relieved to be away from the old man, honestly. The effort of the spellcasting has been draining on him, and he’s certainly possessed of a rather unhealthy pallor as he approaches Add and Taro, and even gives the latter a consoling pat on the shoulder.
“You might as well return home. There is little else you can do here.” And Taro’s no help when it comes to corralling Add in the first place. But, finally turning to his master, “We will have to leave when the ambulance arrives.” If an ambulance is in fact coming over, and not the police car…or both… “I won’t have you capturing anyone else for this godsforsaken prayer of ours.”
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Taro barely reacts to the shinki's comforting pat, thoroughly worn out even though its only been a few minutes since his therapy session was interrupted. It's been a long day. Does he even know how to get home from here? But leaving this insanity seems like a good idea. He nods, pulling out his phone again to search for some directions or a cab number...
Until Add roughly places his hand on the mortal's other shoulder, a determined look in his blackened eyes.
"No, you can't leave yet," he insists. They still have a prayer to answer! What if Taro never comes back and Yamada remains unsatisfied?! But the other mortals are probably going to forget about Add and Jakob once they leave, so there's a simple solution to all of this. Add grins confidently. "After all, you're the one who happened to find old Yamada like this. He surely would've died if you hadn't acted so quickly in calling for help. I'm sure he'll want to thank you once he's feeling better, kuku."
... Although, it might get a bit complicated since Add involved so many impossible things like teleporting a doctor and medical supplies across town. It'll probably turn out okay for Taro. It's not like anyone would seriously believe he could do something like that, right? It'll sort itself out.
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There’s truth in Add’s words. Whatever happens here somebody will have to remain behind to sort things out once the mortals do what needs to be done. He’ll have to report what had happened to the old man to the proper authorities, ensure that he’s being taken care of, possibly inform his family if any more mischief happens…
He makes a face, wondering at this rare opportunity for him to agree with his master, but he’s honestly too tired to argue at this point.
“You might as well,” he concedes, nodding at Taro. “You have wished to make yourself useful, haven’t you? The doctor might still need your assistance, and your god would not look unkindly upon your good deeds today.” He shoots a look at Add, for effect.
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"Then it's settled," Add concludes, releasing his grip on Taro to dust off his hands. "Mission accomplished, now let's get out of this place." Before the cops show up and Add makes things even more complicated.
A new portal yawns open before them, and Add steps aside to let Jakob go through first. The tunnel is short this time, ending at the entrance to Henir's temple as usual. He waits until they've fully passed through and the opening has shut behind them to clear his throat, making an effort not to look at Jakob directly.
"Things didn't go exactly as planned, but you did a good job of recovering the situation. If you hadn't been there to assist..."
Yamada would probably be dead, to put it lightly. He feels a little bad about it, but mostly he's embarrassed that the situation got that out of hand. Add really doesn't feel cut out for this god business...
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“But I shudder to think of what you might have planned from the very beginning. If you’d let me handle the situation in the first place, both men would have come to more agreeable terms. As it stands, I wouldn’t wonder if both men refuse to see each other ever again!”
He huffs, crossing his arms and staring at his god until he begins to appear sufficiently contrite. Gods, sometimes he feels less a shinki and more a parent in this household.
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"It's not just your duty," Add grumbles, unable to come up with a better argument. He crosses his arms as well to try and hide how much his posture has already deflated. "... Roxas always insisted on coming along for prayers. Isn't answering prayers supposed to be the god's job?"
Then again, Roxas mostly let his shinki handle the planning and the grunt work unless he was asked. And he can't admit to still being anxious over Jakob leaving him for being such a shitty god. They've already been over that, it'd just be embarrassing to bring it up again...
He shifts his weight around, stretching out the uncomfortable silence and stern glaring before finally giving in.
"I don't want you going off without telling me first, but... I guess it's okay, if it's something you can handle alone. But you have to tell me first."
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“But I will do just as you say.” He looks away a little, frowning to himself, and continues, this time by meeting Add’s eyes, “I should have told you my plans from the very beginning. I apologize for my indiscretion.”
In a way, after all, he blames himself for what had happened too. If shinki and god aren’t in sync, it usually isn’t the god’s fault…