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Post by shiftyPotentate on Oct 30, 2011 23:45:09 GMT -5
Eridan's happiness and exclamation were all the invitation she needed. She lunged at him and embraced him in yet another hug, holding him tightly in her arms and nuzzling her cheek against his chest. "Hee hee, I'm glad I could be of service to you, Mr. Ampurra." She was glad she could do good.
She showed him the finer details of the room. It had his choice of either the standard troll recuperacoon, or a human bed. All the rooms did, though she decided maybe it was best to keep the recuperacoons in the human rooms hidden away. There was no telling what a human on sopor would do, or if they could even handle it. The room also bore a husktop, along with several other entertainment and relaxation devices.
"If there's anything you need, let me know, okay?" She let go of him, moving toward the door. "I have to get back to John's room to make sure he's okay, but I'll see you in a little while!" At a note of understanding from Eridan, Nepeta gave him another hug, planting a sweet kiss on his cheek, before she giddily exited the room. A completely innocent friendly gesture on her part, but probably worked to fuel Eridan's apparent flushed feelings for her.
Nevertheless, Nepeta walked back down the hall to John's room, quietly entering to check on John and the grubthing. When she came in they were just finishing the rolling game, and Nepeta gave a quiet, cute-struck awwww~ at the sight. She quietly walked back over to John, sitting on the bed next to him.
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Post by sleepZombie on Nov 2, 2011 23:18:56 GMT -5
As it was Geiger was perched atop Blue's chest, huffing and looking rather pouty and upset that the game had been stopped. He poked at the heir's face, trying to get him to pay attention and continue with the fun!
He gave a gleeful, upward trilling chirp as he felt his footing shift, assuming that BlueJohn had started up the game again. Except there was just a shift and the guardian was angling down instead of rolling to the side and what was this. Geiger looked up, little pupils going wide as he suddenly huddled and backed up until his back end was pressed against John's jaw and his back arched up, velveteen fluff poofed out as he gave a little hiss of defense.
"Hffnshsfsshssshhfffkk!"
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Post by nintendonut1 on Nov 2, 2011 23:41:41 GMT -5
The troll grub was predictably persistent in its play, and John groaned as Geiger poked and prodded his face. He tilted his head back and forth to avoid further poking. “Mnngh, Geiger, cut it out!” he protested weakly, lifting a hand that didn’t help him much whatsoever. “Come ooooon, I need to-whoof!”
Grub butt was suddenly in his face as Geiger stood on end like a tiny cat, hissing defensively, obviously as a means to protect his guardian. Well, that was awful sweet of him, but John looked up at the intruder and smiled in amusement.
“Aww, Geiger, it’s okay,” he soothed, petting a hand across to smooth out his fuzz down and try to calm him down. “This is Nepeta. She’s a friend—ungh, HUH! Hagh!”
His attempt at a cheerful tone trailed off at the end of that statement, and his face tightened along with his chest as he was launched into another fit of coughing, his entire body rocking with the force. At the end of it, he inhaled a shuddering breath, wiping his mouth. “…and she’s here to help make me feel better. Ungh…”
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Post by shiftyPotentate on Nov 3, 2011 3:12:58 GMT -5
Nepeta frowned a bit. The grub seemed to be terrified and/or upset with her. Maybe it'd formed a bond with John and thought she was threatening John. Well she didn't want to make the little guy upset anymore. Fully aware she was liable to get bitten, she reached forward toward the grub and very lightly stroked his head and down his soft back with two fingers. She made some kind of noise which was her closest approximation to the grub's chirping, hoping to convey the message that she meant no harm.
"It's all right, little man," she said smiling. "I am not going to hurt your lusus. He means only the best from you." Glad that the grub seemed to calm down around her, she knelt down in front of him slowly. "I'm Nepeta. It's nice to meet you!" she said.
Once she'd reintroduced herself, she shifted focus back to John, still stroking down Geiger's back. "I think that should take care of the purroblem." She inspected John closely, laying a hand on his chest and trying to add more healing. That cough sounded particularly unpleasant. "Now let's get you all better, for his sake." She motioned toward Geiger. "Can I fix you something to eat? A traditional kind of human sickness dish maybe?"
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Post by sleepZombie on Nov 3, 2011 23:43:59 GMT -5
Geiger was set and ready to swipe at the fingers that came over to stroke at his head. He hesitated, though, when BlueJohn told him that she was good and safe and good. He looked up at her with narrowed eyes and then her fingers were petting over his head, making his eyes close tight as his neck tilted back. Almost without thought he arched up into the pets, giving a tiny chirrup sound.
And then she lightly cooed back at him, his little head perking up. He gave a little crescendoing squeak and relaxed, but remained on John's collarbone.
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Post by nintendonut1 on Nov 4, 2011 0:09:34 GMT -5
John was still bent over, recovering from his last hacking attack, but was relieved to hear Geiger’s consenting trills in response to Nepeta’s greeting. Good, good, that hurtle was gotten over. The grub was still on his chest, but now he was staying put, which John preferred in the first place.
He found difficulty breathing for a moment before a hand was place on his chest beside Geiger, and a warmth blossomed inside that washed away much of the gunk in his lungs. He came back up with a slow, deep, calming breath, releasing it in a sigh, and he smiled gratefully at Nepeta. He knew full-well what was happening now that he was alert enough to notice it. He wondered why she was taking her time with the process, but maybe healing sickness was different from healing wounds. Nepeta must have known what she was doing, so John didn’t question her and took comfort from her slow, but steady healing.
“Eat?” Frankly, John wasn’t all that hungry, but he replied, “Well… most of the time Dad would make me brothy soup, like Chicken, haa… Noodle…ahhh…!”
John’s nose twitched halfway through his answer, and he made strange faces, leaning back as prepping for something huge. And he might as well have been; the phlegm that had gathered in his chest cavity was mostly flushed out the proper way through his body, but some of it made a persistent climb up the other way…!
He would have warned the two of them, but all he could do was inhale deeply and screw his eyes shut before…
“HAT-CHOOO!”
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Post by shiftyPotentate on Nov 4, 2011 2:52:22 GMT -5
Nepeta knew - for all Sburb players who reached that point instinctively knew how to use their powers fully - that a healing of a sickness like John's had to be handled gradually. Done too fast, it would conflict and cause damage to John's own immune system, which would potentially cause even greater harm in the future. Imagine the effect of accidentally disabling one's immune system before exposing themselves to some of the strongest infections there were. Even the most miserable person would agree slow and steady was worth it in that case.
She smiled, letting a little comforting massage slip into her healing, as long as her hands were on him. The poor cat troll didn't really know what chicken noodle soop was. She was about to ask so she could go get some when John started to seize up. She couldn't even get out a what's wrong before oh god phlegm and snot everywhere
She covered her face of most of it, letting it get on her jacket sleeve instead, but poor Geiger was unshielded. She took hold of him before he could get thrown away by the sneeze, cradling him inside of her jacket against her chest.
When it all died down she looked at John. The release of all that probably helped in the long run but...
"Her Tyranny furgive you!" (Presumably the troll equivalent of Bless you.)
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Post by sleepZombie on Nov 6, 2011 17:45:33 GMT -5
One moment Geiger was content and happy, watching GreenFriendly as she rubbed her hands over BlueJohn and wondering what it was. He had only just begun to knead his little legs into his clothed shoulder in an attempt to mimic her ministraitions when he felt his guardian taking in a deep breath and then...
Perhaps John was not truly doing the Windy Thing... but to the little grub it was as good as Gale Force Winds. With an alarmed squeak he tried to cling to the fabric only to feel warm hands curling around him and holding him close. For a few moments all he knew was darkness and alarm and then...
...a soft, soft pulse. A comforting warm beat. Memories of warm arms holding him, someone green like this new Friend, and a gentle voice softly singing a lullaby.
And this beat.
Geiger relaxed, little face coming to press gently against Green's chest, soft cheek rubbing back and forth over the spot where he felt the comforting, warm pulse of heart beat. It soothed. It calmed him. It made him feel warm and safe and happy. Soft coos escaped, punctuated in between by awkward, broken purrs. Little pokey grub feet kneaded into the fabric at her shirt as he curled up and pressed close to the warmth.
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Post by nintendonut1 on Nov 6, 2011 18:07:00 GMT -5
The snot and phlegm came out in a torrent that took practically all of John’s breath to make. He distinctly felt the sensation of his hair flittering in the same fashion as when he was usually doing the Windy Thing, which surely meant the sneeze had no less power behind it. He didn’t have a chance to see the damage at first, because after he had taken a moment to catch his breath, he slowly lowered his hands and oh god.
Thick trails of snot connected his face and hands, and they were stretched very far and dangling and christ this was the grossest thing ever. It looked like he had sneezed out the entire ecto-make-up of a slimy ghost. If John wasn’t sure about looking disgusting in front of Nepeta earlier, he knew for certain he was now.
John balled up his trembling hands with light squishes, breaking a few of the phlegm tendrils, and gave Nepeta a miserable glance of complete embarrassment.
And yet… she had Geiger clutched in her arms, rubbing sweetly against her chest, at ease. Again, it was really, very hard to feel miserable when exposed to such a charming exchange. John was glad that he was safe after that alarming sneeze, and that he was fully warming up to Nepeta.
Still, the sick heir glanced around, and uttered a phrase with a significance that was lost on him. “I, uh… I think I need a towel.”
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Post by shiftyPotentate on Nov 6, 2011 18:28:38 GMT -5
Nepeta smiled, using her jacket to shield Geiger and keep him cozy. She got an idea. She buttoned it up partway and tucked the bottom part into her skirt, forming a little cloth basket for Geiger to be cozy, comfortable, and safe up against her chest and belly.
It was only then that she glanced up at John. It was a good thing she wasn't weak of spirit, he sure looked like he'd seen better days. She was about to help him, when he suggested a towel.
That one word reminded her immediately of her former moirail. He would always get too sweaty when he got worked up, be it from Aradia, Karkat, Gamzee, or even she herself. He would ask for a towel in almost those exact same words. And she always tried to keep one handy for him. Moirails have to look out for each other, right?
She looked visibly depressed to hear that sentence, reminiscing on the time she used to spend with Equius. Her attention to petting Geiger within her jacket slowed to a stop during this time, and an olive tear came to her eye.
She still couldn't believe he was dead.
But she'd seen it herself, his lifeless body collapsing.
She shook her head. Darn it she wasn't going to let this affect her again and again! She looked back up to John. He needed help!
By force of habit, earlier, she'd gotten a towel at the mall and captchalogued it. She drew it out on her tablet and it popped out of the sylladex. She handed it to John to be able to clean himself off.
The symbolism of passing the towel to John was lost on her.
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Post by sleepZombie on Nov 6, 2011 19:04:06 GMT -5
Geiger gave a few muffled, disgruntled sounds as he was shifted around. He tried latching onto her shirt to stay close to the comfortable beat but soon found himself nestled comfortably a bit lower. It wasn't so bad, actually... the jacket made a hammock of cloth and he could poke his head out between two buttons and look at the world around him.
He pushed his little face through the slit between two buttons and realized that... it was REALLY fun to do. He wriggled and pulled back and ducked back inside and then... "RAAAAAAAAH!" Burst back out, giving the illusion that his little face was exploding from her stomach in a blender of gnashing teeth and flailing legs.
Then he ducked back in.
"GNRHARAARHHHRRRAAA!"
In.
"RAAAAWRRWRGHERHG!"
In.
"RRRUNK-!"
Somewhere in the process of pushing out he managed to wedge his head a little too low or maybe too high but either way a tuft of soft, curly, wildly messy hair got caught in the curve of a button, stopping him short and keeping his little head wedged outside of the jacket and unable to pull back in. A series of fussy clicks and squabbles escaped as he floundered without any luck.
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Post by nintendonut1 on Nov 6, 2011 19:28:22 GMT -5
“Thanks,” John croaked, taking the towel into hand and taking his time to wipe off all the snot. It was a smooth, painless process, as the towel was good and soft. He snorted the rest of what was still trapped in his nose into the fabric, and finally drew back for a few fresh breaths through partially-cleared nostrils. He still had a sickly pallor, but at least now he could finally breathe. His migraine had lessened a bit too.
At the small, energetic growls, he looked up to watch Geiger repeatedly pop out of Nepeta’s jacket in a goofy spectacle. Openly, he laughed, and feigned a look of terror with his hands on his cheeks. “Oh no! Nepeta, it hatched! We gotta get Sigourney Weaver in here! Haha!”
His laughing wavered and again he launched into coughs, but these weren’t as painful or jarring as before. He deposited the towel on the side table, seeing his glasses, and he grabbed hold of them and slipped them on. Might as well, now that he was feeling a little better. He blinked and smiled as Nepeta and Geiger looked a lot less blurry.
Even so, his body was still rather fatigued, so he leaned against Nepeta’s shoulder, humming in content. “Mm… heh, he’s really warmed up to you.”
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Post by shiftyPotentate on Nov 6, 2011 19:52:51 GMT -5
Nepeta didn't understand the human movie reference John was making but she tried to play along best she could. "Oh noooo! Help meeee!" she said, reaching down and pretending to struggle with the 'alien', but really was disentangling him from whatever snagged him up.
"John I don't want to diiieeee! Heeeelp!" she continued her overacting, unable to resist a giggle at the silliness of the situation. Then she felt John leaning against her. "Yeah, I'm furry happy that he has." She gave Geiger a loving stroke on the head, and John a comforting arm around his shoulder. She placed her hand on his neck and massaged it a bit, sneaking a little healing magic in to continue to bring him back to his strength.
"So, John, you found this little guy with Jade right?" she asked. "What was he doing up in the cold?"
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Post by sleepZombie on Nov 6, 2011 23:04:52 GMT -5
Geiger squirmed in Green's hands, wriggling out of them as she leaned close to BlueJohn. He was starting to get... really tired. And everything around him was warm and soft and comfortable and safe. He shimmied down onto the bed, nestling close and tight against John's side and curled up, eyes drooping closed only to snap open as he lifted his head, trying to stay awake as long as possible.
But it just wasn't happening. Eventually the little grub's breathing evened out and slowed down, punctuated by tiny cooing snores as he slept.
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Post by nintendonut1 on Nov 6, 2011 23:13:08 GMT -5
“Me too,” John replied to Nepeta, his eyes shutting gently, a serene look coming to his face as she rubbed his neck, feeling the Healy Thing good and clear now. Much of the ache lodged in his skull was beginning to evaporate.
“Hm?” he hummed, glancing down at Geiger and finding him asleep beside his hip. He smiled and very lightly petted his back. “Oh… you know, we don’t know! We found him when were hiding from the storm. Our guess is that he fell into a portal just like the rest of us.”
He perked up a bit, but not enough to jostle the grub from its sleep. “Oh, speaking of! I haven’t checked on Jade yet, have you seen her? She’s probably feeling pretty sick from the storm too…”
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