After the game

[blankasfreshlyfallen]

Who: Malakim, visitors
When: Day 1, Post-game
Where: Dorms
What: What do you even do for a broken arm?

[Figures out how to open the door again and then slams it closed behind his teammates when everyone's in. He stalks off to go look for — you know what? I don't even know what you need for a broken arm.]

[Just going to RUMMAGE LOUDLY through whatever is in the bathroom.]

Comments

[icantblieveitsnotdeadpool]

[sits down and starts tenatively moving his broken arm. Surprisingly, it doesn't seem as broken as it was before.]

Hey, what's the hub-bub? Bub.

[blankasfreshlyfallen]

[Calling from the bathroom:]

Take a guess.

[icantblieveitsnotdeadpool]

Yeah, but at least we got memories back. I mean, that angel lady was kind of a jerk, but we still won.

[blankasfreshlyfallen]

Take another guess.

[icantblieveitsnotdeadpool]

Is it the arm breaking thing? Cause I got better...

[waves his broken arm about.]

Ow. Still not quite healed back up yet.

[blankasfreshlyfallen]

[Coming out of bathroom, with a whole lot of nothing, which is what he found that was useful.]

Quit moving it!

[icantblieveitsnotdeadpool]

It'll be fine, stop worrying. Though I have to say, I think that angel lady cheated. Cause I totally should have won that. I broke an arm first.

[blankasfreshlyfallen]

It has nothing to do with that, you idiot.

[icantblieveitsnotdeadpool]

Then what's the problem?

[blankasfreshlyfallen]

The problem is your arm's broken.

[icantblieveitsnotdeadpool]

It'll heal, I don't really see what the big deal is. One of my powers is regeneration. I can heal much worse then this.

[blankasfreshlyfallen]

That doesn't mean you should have to.

[icantblieveitsnotdeadpool]

Fair point. But what's done is done...I thought it would help us win.

[dishonestliving]

['sup guess who is in your house]

[icantblieveitsnotdeadpool]

Oh, hey there. Your friend was a bit rough, but it all works out in the end.

[waves with his broken arm. It definitely seems less broken then in the arena.]

[dishonestliving]

[she winces either way]

Look, sorr-- Hey, flapping it all around isn't going to be helping very much.

[icantblieveitsnotdeadpool]

Huh? Oh, it's okay. I can regenerate wounds. It'll take a bit, but it'll be right as rain.

[Sits up.]

So what brings you here?

[dishonestliving]

We-- Well, my teammate broke your arm, granted, after you'd already broken it, which really wasn't a very smart move, by the way, but--

...Anyway, just wanted to check in.

[icantblieveitsnotdeadpool]

I know it wasn't super smart, but I was hoping that if I broke my arm that would win us the round.

Since it didn't work, I figured I could at least let another team win it. Take advantage of my regeneration.

[dishonestliving]

You could've maybe mentioned you had regenerative powers, then no one would've had to feel-- I mean, things could've gone a bit more smoothly.

[icantblieveitsnotdeadpool]

Yeah...I am not the best at thinking things through, it would seem. And the memory I gained certainly indicates a history of that.

[dishonestliving]

What'd you remember?

[icantblieveitsnotdeadpool]

It's kind of weird and doesn't make a lot of sense...

[dishonestliving]

So you remembered normal life here?

[icantblieveitsnotdeadpool]

No...actually it was...

[He hesitates a bit, then answers.]

Okay, so I apparently worked for a crime syndicate. I infiltrated a rival gang's sumo wrestling team.