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WHO: Everybody
WHEN: Day 78, Post Game.
WHERE: @ Fallout Shelter ( for the winners ) & south of Twilight Lake, 6ft under ( for the losers )

WHAT:

[ Team ❤️ ( Jill, Ciaccona, Megumi, Monika ) & Team ♦️ ( Lyney, Mydei, Kaveh, Ratio ) & Team ♣️ ( Diluc, Jing Yuan, Lahabrea, Vil ) will all come to in a claustrophobic coffin six feet underground in the field that all of this craziness started in. you're still suffering from the hallucinations, paranoia, & honesty! which should definitely be a good time for somebody trapped in a wooden box. as for the necrosis, well, that seems to have taken care of itself... but once you're able to move and inspect yourself some more you'll find that you've got shrapnel from the collapsing bunker lodged in you. nothing fatal, but it's definitely painful and very likely bleeding. it can *only* be removed *with help*. you can't remove the pieces on your own. ]

[ Team ♠️ ( Brant, Aventurine, Castorice, Jayce ) & EVERYBODY ELSE will get a text message once the game ends with the coordinates of the woods that your friends are currently buried in. a follow-up simply says bring a shovel. this is probably confusing to those who didn't participate, but they'll find out what's what soon enough. ]

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Not when you were hurt.

[ He says that in a softer tone. ]

Though for you it's a daily occurrence lately. If I don't laugh I might just cry.

[ Rarely does he ever cry. ]

[ Diluc had only joked about it because Kaeya had said he was fine. Trying to lighten the mood after the somber turn it took. Really he should leave any of the jesting to Kaeya, he always says the wrong thing. ] Right. My apologies.

[ He winces at that. ] I did try my best, to not come out worse this time. [ Failed, again, though. Not unsurprising. ~~Why would he expect anything different from himself. He's always going to let those he cares for down in one way or another.~~ 'You should be more careful with Kaeya's feelings, young master Diluc,' he thinks back to a memory of Adelinde saying, when they were children and Kaeya and Diluc had a fight, 'he hides it well but he's not made of stone.'

"You so stubborn, Master Diluc, even still you struggle with the lessons I taught you" a facsimile of Adelinde says, standing dutifully by the doorway of their apartment, "After all of the accomodations I make for you: patching your wounds, keeping your secrets, on top of my other duties as the head maid. You can't even keep yourself from hurting my sweet and loyal Kaeya." She shakes her head, bowing as they get closer, "At least one of the boys I raised doesn't disappoint me so."

It's a small mercy he had already been frowning, lest Kaeya worry more. Diluc knows she's not here, this is in his head. Not untrue, but not real. His features remain schooled, blank as he opens the door to their apartment, Adelinde trailing in behind them. ]

...

[ Reaches over and flicks his head. ]

Stop it. If you keep beating yourself up for things out of your control you'll drive yourself mad. I'm less upset with you and more... concerned for you. The way they keep toying with you like this.

It isn't good for your head.

[ With the things he's personally been subjected to it's a little easier for him, but Diluc? He can't keep his emotions in check in the same way Kaeya can. ]

[ He swats at Kaeya's hand, pouting as he shuts the door to their apartment. ]

Flicking me there isn't good for my head either. [ He's joking.

"Being concerned for you is an ordeal though, isn't it? What did he say before? You'll drive him to tears? Drive him mad?" Adelinde murmurs, dusting the TV in the living room, "He takes care of you so well and that's how you repay him. Even when he was hurt and out of his mind he still needed to take glass and debris out of you."

Diluc moves towards the couch, having put a small medical kit under the side table for when they come back from games. ]

I can take the rest of the shrapnel out, if you'd like to take a shower or rest, digging up a grave isn't a simple task.

Maybe with enough head injuries your brain will correct itself.

[ Chuckling, he follows Diluc inside of the apartment all the way to the table and kneels beside him, placing his hand over Diluc's on the first aid kit. ]

I can wait, I'd rather look after you in case those hallucinations rear their ugly head again.

That's not how that works.

[ Looking at Kaeya's hand before meeting his eyes, Diluc cups Kaeya's face. ] Thank you but I promise I can tell what's real and what's not. [ He sighs. ] 'Adelinde' is here but I know she's not actually. [ What's she says is true, though. ] The trouble comes when everything starts to turn to flesh and blood and I can simply close my eyes and stay still for that, now that we're back home.

What if the hallucinations that look like me? And they start to put their hands on you and you oblige thinking it really is me? Hmm... would that be considered cheating?

[ Well... he wasn't worried about that until now. ]

That wouldn't really fit the trend with how those specific hallucinations are acting. [ Granted, anything his paranoid mind could come up with for a fake Kaeya to say ~~true as it may be~~ would be just as bad if not worse than what the unreal Adelinde has been saying.

In fact, "Adelinde" seems to be considering the idea Kaeya brought forth with a tilt of her head in his direction. ]

But... maybe you have a point.

...Yes, I do have a point. Now, let me take care of those wounds.

[ The hallucination shifts to Kaeya's form--because of course it does--but thankfully stays by the television. For now. ]

Why did you have to give it ideas? [ Leaning down, Diluc whispers this to Kaeya. Really, there's no point in stating quiet, whatever Diluc hears the hallucination will hear. It's his head afterall. ]

...Technically it's your brain coming up with these things so it's really just a matter of me giving you ideas rather than 'it.'

[ He stands up and goes over to the overhead lightswitch and turns it off, then moves over to turn one of the lamps on. He also starts moving furniture around and tossing random knick-knacks around the house into a box and kicking them into the corner. Basically creating a very sterile and blank environment. ]

Giving it some thought, it's actually probably best to create a calm environment with as little room for adjustments or change as possible so the hallucinations have less to 'play with' so to speak.

So... I'll turn off some of these lights, and... create some white noise...

[ He quickly bolts across the room and into the kitchen, turning the water on and leaving it running. After all of that he returns to Diluc's side. ]

Here, take off your coat, we should probably remove the shrapnel first before having you wash up. Probably for the best we don't completely submerge you, anyway.

[ Watching the real Kaeya shuffle around the room, Diluc regrets not keeping his eyes on the hallucination. The fake Kaeya appears next to Diluc on the couch without any sound or visual of approach. As Kaeya runs into the kitchen, Diluc takes a quick glance at the unreal Kaeya to find not wry and biting wit but simply an icy look of contempt, arms crossed. ~~Diluc's not worthy enough for words, then.~~

He sighs, sees his own breath from the chill coming from the figure next to him, but knows that even that is fake since Kaeya doesn't react. Nodding, Diluc shuffles off his coat as best he can without agitating the rest of his wounds. ]

The Walkman could also help, later at least.

Good idea~. We can listen to the new songs I've acquired...

[ He pauses, shaking his head. ]

Ah, perhaps not. What you have is fine.

[ Once he's done creating a 'calming environment' out of the room, he sits down directly on top of the Kaeya hallucination and starts inspecting Diluc's wounds, then leans over to open the first aid kit beside them on the small table, digging around for the tweezers. Yeah, that's a weird visual.

At least there's no need for a knife this time. ]

New songs? Is that what your previous burden was for? [ He had assumed it was for the new device--the boombox?--that Kaeya acquired.

As Kaeya takes a seat right on top of the fake Kaeya, Diluc blinks and shakes his head. The visual is... odd. When Kaeya leans over however, Diluc can't help but let a chuckle escape from him. The fake Kaeya's face clearly vexed at what it's real counterpart has done; it stands and walks away. Diluc does his best to let it out of his sight and keeps his eyes on Kaeya. Even if it draws a shiver from him. ]

...it was.

[ He prefers not to think about how he acquired it. ]

It's hardly appropriate, though. I'd... rather it be used for... er, a different sort of circumstance. It would be strange to play something like that now, I think.

[ He holds the tweezers up to Diluc. ]

Pyro, please.

[ He safely activates the pyro onto the tweezers, careful to not hurt Kaeya's hand in the process. ] What do you mean strange? What circumstances?

...Nothing to worry about for now.

[ He examines the tweezers before carefully starting to remove the shrapnel. ]

You know... if we're making a habit of this we may want to stock up on more supplies. Or figure out who in this place knows how to properly treat someone who isn't the Dottore.

[He drops it for now. ] The one house has healing capabilities, Acedia, but I agree. As ridiculous as it sounds, they heal us enough after coming back from the dead to not need more than field medicine, but that doesn't mean we shouldn't find someone with more skilled.

[ He's actually kind of grateful Diluc has such a high pain tolerance because it makes removing these damn pieces easier. And... there's maybe the tiniest bit of a sadistic shiver that runs down his spine whenever he hears Diluc make the slightest pained noise or shift a certain way in discomfort. That's completely normal.

~~For them, anyway~~. ]

Be honest, would you actually let them heal you or make them prioritize someone else because you can 'handle it?'

...I think you know the answer already. [ A particular piece draws a pained whimper and Diluc grips the couch tightly. ]

I know what I'd like you to answer with.

[ He says with a sweet lilt in his voice as he pinches one of the now shrapnel-free slivers of skin without another thought -- he knows Diluc can take it. Why, he himself would say so, too! ]

If I was the most critically injured, yes. [ He jumps, clenching tighter to the couch, biting his lip to hold back the next whimper as he sends a dull glare towards Kaeya. ] Is that to your liking?

No, because your life isn't worth any less than someone else's and you shouldn't forego your own needs for the sake of someone else just because you have a higher pain tolerance.

[ With the word 'pain,' he pinches and twists an unscathed part of Diluc's thigh. ]

If someone is dying and I'm non-fatally injured I'm not going to let them heal me first. [ He grabs Kaeya's hand and squeezes it tight, glare heating up. ]

I said nothing about 'dying.'

[ Drops his gaze to his and Diluc's hand, almost as if he's offended at the gesture. ]

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