i_speak_softly | Sixtieth Theory [Action]

[Luceti is a cruel and perverted world. That's the only possible explanation for why Don revives from his death-by-drowning at the bottom of the lake. He thrashes for the surface with none of his usual graceful movement, and crawls ashore, panting and trying to figure out what happened.

He knows he died.

He remembers there is a price for being restored to the living world.

He lies in the rain, wondering if it will ever end.

When he has enough breath back to sit up, he does so, and carefully checks himself over for what the Malnosso took. Limbs, senses, memories… all seem in order. He stands and walks, and his legs work. He speaks a few words, and his voice is still there.

It doesn't seem possible that the Malnosso brought him back for free, and he's scared for what hidden deficit might reveal itself later.

He has his mask, belt, and pads. All his other gear is absent, hopefully still at home where he left it.

He starts walking.

He knows it will take some time to travel from the western lake to the village, but he knows the way and he's not in a hurry. It will be good to get his thoughts together before he sees his housemates.]

((Don's death penalty is a language disorder called aphasia. Reference post is here, and linked from the index post at the top of his journal. Meet him anywhere on his way back to House 55.

Plotting note: In the near future, Don will want to go to the clinic to find out what's wrong with him. If your character works there, and especially if they would recognize aphasia, please hit me up via PM.))

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...I'd love to help you. Just -- speak slowly, okay? O-or...even more slowly.

[ she gives his elbow a squeeze and tilts her umbrella towards him. inviting him under. ] We'll get through it together. The path and the rain and the...whatever this is. A Shift?

Edited 2012-07-08 13:40 (UTC)

[He moves closer, and speaks more slowly, but not any more clearly.]

No. When the villain rained I got the cat. I just got back from being that but I have a lot. You understickle?

When the village rained, you...got the cat.

Got the cat?

[ no. no she doesn't understickle. ]

Got the cat.

[How to explain this in the least gruesome way. He settles for drawing a finger across his throat. Dead.]

[ her face darkens. ]

Killed?

[Shakes his head vehemently.]

Uh-oh.

...A-an accident?

[Nod. His own fault.]

I'm...sorry to hear that, Donnie.

[ she's about a second away from dragging him into a hug. ]

[Just a nod, and his gaze slides away. It wasn't entirely an accident, but he's not about to start advertising the fact.]

[Not looking makes it hard to notice Buffy's intention to hug.]

[ noticed or not, she goes in for the bear-grab. arms reaching past his sides and barely around his shell. ]

[Don startles - dying once is enough to make a guy a little jumpy - but then he hugs Buffy back, murmuring a half-coherent apology for getting her all wet.]

[ she hugs a little harder. all she knows is that he's apologizing; she can't understand what for. ]

Shh. Shut up. You're back, now. That's the important thing.