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

[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.

[dishonestliving]

...Huh?

[icantblieveitsnotdeadpool]

I told you it was weird. So apparently I'm sort of criminal.

[dishonestliving]

...Huh.

Are we in jail?

[icantblieveitsnotdeadpool]

Maybe? What was your memory?

[dishonestliving]

It was some years ago... My brothers and I went to the city to watch a jazz show. It was nice. ...Didn't seem like this place at all, though.

[icantblieveitsnotdeadpool]

Yeah, my memory had nothing to do with this place either.

Though...what's a jazz show?

[dishonestliving]

It's music, with a syncopated beat, [she counts one off, one-AND-two-AND] orchestrated with trumpet and piano and drums and string bass and sometimes more, and some songs are fast and frantic and you can dance to them, though other songs are slow and romantic. My brothers didn't let me dance to those ones, though.

[icantblieveitsnotdeadpool]

Sounds like that is a very nice memory. Mine mostly involves fat, sweaty men.

[shudders.]

[dishonestliving]

If they weren't dancing, I definitely win.

[icantblieveitsnotdeadpool]

Nope. It involved wrestling, no dancing.