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[bejustorbedead]

Who: Ky, open
What: Rampage plot and aftermath
Where: Campus, Chapel, Infirmary
When: June 14
Warnings: Blood/injuries, religious navelgazing



A. Rampage (Cw: injuries/blood) - closed to the first 1-2 people who responded to the prompt

[Ky went into the chapel early in the morning as was habit for him, while it is non-denominational, it had more christian history in it's structure. As he goes to pray, his heart suddenly ached, his hands clutching over his chest as hot tears sprung from his eyes, nearly blinding him.

How - how could he pray? How could he seek succor in something that failed to protect him? The thoughts raced through him as he rose up from his feet, and paced restlessly before he lifted one of the pews, one of his eyes glowing red as with a cry, he flung it bodily across the length of the chapel - and that was the start.

From the outside, it sounded like a great battle was raging, objects crashing, glass shattering - then from the inside, a sudden clap of thunder and blinding light.

Once someone forces it's way inside, they would find the man kneeling in the middle of a devastated room, blood streaking from his arms, clutching his own crucifix as he murmurs frantically between choked sobs.]

Mea culpa
Mea culpa
Mea culpa... peccavi

[As the door opened, his head snaps around, his right eye was a bright crimson color, lacking a pupil, and now widening in horror and guilt]


B. Infirmary (Cw: bloody injuries)

[For Ky, everything from when he sat down in the chapel to his appearance in the infirmary was hazy, as he sways woozily on the bed. His clothes streaked with his own blood, with shards of glass sticking from his hands and lower arms.

Later on, he's trying to rest, his arms bandaged, but he stirs restlessly, fretting as he tried to make sense of what happened. And what will happen now - there was no way to keep what happened a secret.]

C. School's out

[For the following week class is cancelled for combat magic and the ancient languages would have a TA working o the sheets. Ky can be found in either his faculty office trying to make up for lost time, or in his dorm room reading or doing small exercises while he waits for word from the higher ups. In the evenings, he can be found taking a walk around the grounds, noticeably avoiding the chapel, and the sharp eyed can spot someone shadowing him as he moves restlessly]

Comments

b;

[inflictwounds]

[When Ky comes in to the infirmary, Hieke's...not sure what to make of it. Something that he's not privy to has happened, and it's left the man a mess.

They might not be the worst injuries Hieke's seen, but they're still unpleasant. He frowns, but he gets to work quietly and diligently. He plucks the glass out of Ky's arms, making sure that he's getting every piece. The daemon has a frown on his face as he works, and the more glass he removes the more questions he has.]

...What happened?

[He's not expecting the truth. He never does, though.]

[bejustorbedead]

[Ky winces as the glass shards was plucked, and as Hieke collects the pieces, he'll see that the man's wounds are visibly closing themselves up. He lets out a sharp hiss as an especially large piece was removed, even while the wounds close it, it's clear he's on the anemic side from the loss of blood.]

I - I don't... I think I've, vandalized the chapel?

[The man replies shakily, as he tries to make the snatches of memory stay and make sense]

[inflictwounds]

[Hieke's at least relieved to see the wounds closing up - hopefully his skin doesn't try to heal around the glass, because that'll just make it more painful - because it means it's unlikely he'll bleed out.

His brows knit together in confusion. Maybe it's just the blood loss getting to him.]

The chapel? [He's never been, for obvious reason.] And that got glass in your arms?

[bejustorbedead]

[He covers his face with a hand]

I - punched the stained glass windows.

[inflictwounds]

...Oh.

[Yeah, that'd do it. He wants to ask why, but...he gets the feeling the man doesn't know why.]

Well...There's not much glass left, so at least I won't have to torture you much longer.

[bejustorbedead]

[He manages a dry laugh at that, before hissing once more as the final few pieces were pulled]

God, it's all a blur.

[inflictwounds]

[Hieke pulls the last piece, before leaning over to grab some bandages to start wrapping around his arms.]

It doesn't sound like something you'd do.

[It really doesn't...It's strange. And with how disoriented Ky seems...]

You haven't been drinking, have you?

A.

[nor_iron_bars]

[Ky, being a good and worthy knight, had risen early. Jail, being a hot mess, hadn't actually gone to bed. In fairness, she didn't have any morning classes today.]

[She's never visited the chapel before, and up until this point may have been unaware the school even had one, but the sound of sudden violence from inside the room as she walks past is more than enough to catch her attention.]

[The safer thing would probably be to back away slowly and let this be someone else's problem, but curiosity pushes her forward. She's not exactly sure what she was expecting to see after cautiously pushing the door open a crack, but this definitely wasn't it.]

Uh... hey, buddy? Everything okay in here? [A brief wince. She's aware it's a stupid question, but there's not much else you can ask, sometimes.]

[bejustorbedead]

Ah... hah...

[His grip loosens from the crucifix, letting it dangle as his mind starts to reorient itself from the rage and sorrow that drove him on, as he slowly looks around, the intensely bright light from his right eye dimming with each confused blink]

What - did I ... do?

[nor_iron_bars]

[Muttered under her breath:] Man, if I had a dollar for every time I've had to ask that question... [Seeing that Ky doesn't seem likely to attack her, or in immediate danger, she steps into the chapel and continues in a more normal tone.]

Well, I just got here, but between all the smash-y noises and the- [She gestures generally at the entire room.] -real deconstructed interior design, I'm gonna guess the answer is "property damage".

[Catching sight of the blood on his arms, she adds:]

Aaaaaand also some other damage, apparently. You might wanna see the docs about that.

[bejustorbedead]

[A final blink, and the red vanishes completely, the black pupil returning in his right eye]

Jesus, Mary and All the Saints...

[He instinctively crosses himself, but cried in pain at the motion, staring at the colorful shards in his hands]

I... probably should.

[nor_iron_bars]

[Jail's just... not going to ask about that. Not her business, she knows how to stay in her lane, sometimes. Occasionally.]

From what I hear, they're real big on the whole "forgiveness" deal. So if you were gonna trash someone's stuff, you probably could've picked worse. [The joke is more attempted distraction than anything else, trying to keep him from focusing on what he did by being obnoxious.]

[Even so, she breaks off with a wince at that cry.]

I'm gonna call ahead and let the infirmary know we're coming. You need any help walking there, or are you feeling steady enough to handle it?

[His legs don't look obviously injured at first glance, like the arms were, but she's well aware she could be missing something- it's early enough that the light's still a little dim, and the chapel lighting isn't doing much to change it.]

[bejustorbedead]

[He can't even muster up the energy to get mad, though the sour look on his face did indicate that her joking did hit it's mark.]

I don't feel anything wrong...

[Ky's eyes flickered, there's no injuries on his legs, but there is a rip, probably snagged on something. Slowly, he stands up, unsteady on his feet]

Ah - with my legs I mean, my arms - those are a problem.

C

[spelleton]

[ With his usual quiet, he falls into step besides Ky like he was always there. ]

Property can be replaced, you know.

[ He'd seen the aftermath of the chapel and followed up on treating Ky's wounds, though he hadn't been there himself. ]

How are your arms healing, Mr Kiske?

[bejustorbedead]

[He held an arm up, there were absolutely no traces - as if he never was injured in the first place.

Ky gave a mirthless smile at the mention of 'property can be replaced]

I know, but for someone like me - to vandalize sanctified ground...

[While Hieke said 'unthinkable', the word never crosses his own lips]

[spelleton]

Well. I'm sure you had a reason.

[ Even if the reason was impulse, or a simple matter of desire. ]

Hieke mentioned you were disoriented when you went to the infirmary, though. I assume you don't tend to make this a habit...?

[ It's half a statement, half a question because why would he ever ask 'what's wrong' like a normal person. ]

[bejustorbedead]

Some of it was due to loss of blood. Honestly, I am remembering more of what happened during that period, but I cannot recall what exactly...

'set me off'.

[The man gave a long, drawn out sigh]

And no, I don't have any wish to lose my senses like that again.

[spelleton]

Ah, good. I wouldn't like to have to hold you down, if you did.

[ He focuses on the walk for a little while. It's a nice evening. ]

Perhaps it had something to do with your own feelings about your faith. Whatever they might be.

[ It's a guess. But he thinks he's accurate. Smashing up a place of worship and little else does hint to a certain cast of mind. ]

[bejustorbedead]

I somehow doubt you could.

[The corner of his lips tugged, but at the man's guess, he stops, standing still. Subconsciously, his fingers traced the crucifix under his shirt]

C

[infestedcouncilpresident]

[Ky Kiske was kind of scary right now, with all the rumors circling around him after his unexplained outburst. Kohaku had to know, though. What had happened to her was too weird to write off as "just one of those things". Especially now that she knew someone had cast a spell on her to cause it.

So when she noticed him wandering the campus, she had looked around and then jogged after him.]

Professor Kiske!

Re: C

[bejustorbedead]

Ah, Miss Yuhara? What can I do for you?

[Ky raised a hand slightly, a friendly gesture. A part of him felt a kind of relief to see students approaching him without hesitation]

[infestedcouncilpresident]

Mhm.

[She stopped at a polite distance and hesitated.]

You've, uh...probably already been asked about it more than you want to, but...Can I ask you something about what happened in the temple?

[bejustorbedead]

I suppose I can.

[He certainly had gotten questioned, they had come to the conclusion he didn't do it willingly, but there was too much of an unknown to let him go off without someone keeping tabs on him just in case]

[infestedcouncilpresident]

Do you remember it?

[bejustorbedead]

Somewhat. I recall some of the things I did, but not why I did it.

[He laid his hand over his chest]