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avalononline2021-02-28 11:59 pm
bakudan_bambino) wrote in avalononline2021-02-28 11:59 pm
VIDEO; UN: SMOKING_BOMB
[Gokudera has had a relatively good February. He's shot a bunch of people with enchanted arrows and watched their moods boosted from doing so. It feels good to help others, and to watch the warmth of affection they wear going forward, feeling responsible for giving them that opportunity.
He's even gotten some hugs as repayment, and as part of the enchantment.
For once, it feels like he's gotten off on the right foot. And as this is a new Month, and White Day is only a few weeks away, he'd like to start it off with a good mood of his own.
What he doesn't know is that midnight on March first, the enchantment wore off his arrows. There is one completely normal arrow remaining in the quiver upon his back, and he sets it on his bow. This month has given him plenty of practice, and he's not so worried after seeing arrow after arrow disappear once it struck a target. The last arrow, and he'll be rewarded with a good mood and maybe the urge to hug someone! Finally, he can understand what his friends and Family have felt!
And he lets that arrow flight with as much force as he can manage. It pierces through his shoe, through his foot, and buries into the ground. There are maybe three whole seconds of silence as he stares down at the self-inflicted injury, eyes wide, face stunned in fear and delayed agony. He screams, drops his bow, and grabs up his device, bullets jumping to his brow as he tries to think of what to do, fighting the instinct to jerk away and risk further injury.
The feed cuts on, and he's pained, obviously, though the camera is trained on his face.]
Does anyone know a surgeon and/or a healer? I've shot myself.
It's not fatal.
[For anyone nearby, they can approach him, but he's going to be standing still as he can, a hand over his mouth and his gaze wobbling somewhere off to the side as he tries to breath and contain his obvious pain.]
ooc: This is open to action as well, and I'm happy to use brackets or prose!
He's even gotten some hugs as repayment, and as part of the enchantment.
For once, it feels like he's gotten off on the right foot. And as this is a new Month, and White Day is only a few weeks away, he'd like to start it off with a good mood of his own.
What he doesn't know is that midnight on March first, the enchantment wore off his arrows. There is one completely normal arrow remaining in the quiver upon his back, and he sets it on his bow. This month has given him plenty of practice, and he's not so worried after seeing arrow after arrow disappear once it struck a target. The last arrow, and he'll be rewarded with a good mood and maybe the urge to hug someone! Finally, he can understand what his friends and Family have felt!
And he lets that arrow flight with as much force as he can manage. It pierces through his shoe, through his foot, and buries into the ground. There are maybe three whole seconds of silence as he stares down at the self-inflicted injury, eyes wide, face stunned in fear and delayed agony. He screams, drops his bow, and grabs up his device, bullets jumping to his brow as he tries to think of what to do, fighting the instinct to jerk away and risk further injury.
The feed cuts on, and he's pained, obviously, though the camera is trained on his face.]
Does anyone know a surgeon and/or a healer? I've shot myself.
It's not fatal.
[For anyone nearby, they can approach him, but he's going to be standing still as he can, a hand over his mouth and his gaze wobbling somewhere off to the side as he tries to breath and contain his obvious pain.]
ooc: This is open to action as well, and I'm happy to use brackets or prose!
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