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dis_acdmy_log2013-10-10 12:12 am
shepherdofthefrost) wrote in dis_acdmy_log2013-10-10 12:12 am
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Pitch is kind of a dick okay
Who: Mostly Joe West but if your character has an excuse to be around I don't even care join the party LET'S BE FRIENDS
What: Jack Frost is a strong independent frost spirit don't need no nursea.k.a. he has a bump on his head and a detention slip in his pocket and is being a pissy baby about it by trying not to tell anybody
When: Backdated to opening day, but later in the evening
Where: Joe West dormitory. Catch him in the bathrooms, or sneaking around the halls, or later possibly in room 603
Warnings: Rose says to be sure your character was ICly at the academy if you post here since the log is backdated. Also a wee bit of blood and one small-ish bruise is involved.
Nurse? Psh, Jack didn't need to see a nurse. Except maybe for his wounded pride.
He reached up, tentatively pressing a finger to the bruise on his right temple, and saw himself wince in the mirror in front of him. Yeah, definitely tender. If anybody looked close enough, the purple mark stood out vaguely in the shape of a delicate (Nightmare's) hoof, and there were at least a few spots where the skin had broken and oozed blood, though by now it had mostly dried.
He didn't actually intend for anybody to look close enough, though. He'd just as soon let it heal and not have people asking questions about what in the hell he'd done to get that on the first day.
Irritated - maybe with himself, or maybe with the turn of events that had somehow placed the Boogeyman at the school as well - he crumpled up the pink slip of paper in his hand and stuffed it in his pocket. He didn't want to think about it right now. Instead he sat down on the edge of the bathroom sink with a washcloth and tried - emphasis on tried - to clean the cuts off a little with warm water.
That stung too much, though, and would eventually frustrate him enough to give up, at which point he'd pull his hood tight over his head and duck out of the bathroom into the hall, trying his best to go unnoticed for once and make his way to his room.
Screw it, it'll heal itself.
What: Jack Frost is a strong independent frost spirit don't need no nurse
When: Backdated to opening day, but later in the evening
Where: Joe West dormitory. Catch him in the bathrooms, or sneaking around the halls, or later possibly in room 603
Warnings: Rose says to be sure your character was ICly at the academy if you post here since the log is backdated. Also a wee bit of blood and one small-ish bruise is involved.
Nurse? Psh, Jack didn't need to see a nurse. Except maybe for his wounded pride.
He reached up, tentatively pressing a finger to the bruise on his right temple, and saw himself wince in the mirror in front of him. Yeah, definitely tender. If anybody looked close enough, the purple mark stood out vaguely in the shape of a delicate (Nightmare's) hoof, and there were at least a few spots where the skin had broken and oozed blood, though by now it had mostly dried.
He didn't actually intend for anybody to look close enough, though. He'd just as soon let it heal and not have people asking questions about what in the hell he'd done to get that on the first day.
Irritated - maybe with himself, or maybe with the turn of events that had somehow placed the Boogeyman at the school as well - he crumpled up the pink slip of paper in his hand and stuffed it in his pocket. He didn't want to think about it right now. Instead he sat down on the edge of the bathroom sink with a washcloth and tried - emphasis on tried - to clean the cuts off a little with warm water.
That stung too much, though, and would eventually frustrate him enough to give up, at which point he'd pull his hood tight over his head and duck out of the bathroom into the hall, trying his best to go unnoticed for once and make his way to his room.
Screw it, it'll heal itself.
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..Before suddenly whirling around with enough force that when he stops, palm directed upward at Jack's face, it creates a tiny burst of air. So maybe he isn't done with the Kung Fu moves tonight, but he's got a good reason for this one. That little blast is enough to push back Jack's hood, revealing the bruise on his forehead.
"Thought so.", Shifu sighs. He doesn't sound mad. In fact, it sounds like he expected it. "Do you need anything for that?"
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Jack scrambled to grab his hood, but by the time he managed to pull the thing back up the damage was already done anyway. Not much he could do about it now. Sighing, he let it fall back down, shoulders slumping in defeat.
"Not unless you have a giant band-aid," he joked half-heartedly. "But no, I'm fine, really, it'll heal by itself." A.K.A. somebody is used to taking care of himself and doesn't know how to ask for help. "How'd you know?"
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The sounds of the nearby plumbing had snapped him out of a brief meditation. A sink filling up with water while no other bathroom sounds followed was a pretty clear indicator of wound-tending.
Did you know that Shifu can hear really well? If he concentrated, he could probably figure out where anyone on their floor was. That's really spooky for one thing, and a great big party-killer for another.
"I do have spare bandages, actually." he adds.
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Old guy was gonna make him ask, wasn't he? And if he didn't he'd probably get chased down and forcibly bandaged anyway.
"...Can I borrow some bandages?" Borrow. Just borrow, as in the actual bandages. He could figure out using them on his own. Hopefully.
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The first thing Jack will notice is the burnt scent of smoke and incense. Despite opening a window, the aroma from his interrupted meditation session still lingers. If Jack is curious enough to peer inside, he'll see a line of candles on the floor beside a mat.
The room is just marginally nicer than the student dorms, with a few of Shifu's personal touches. Most notably, a large scroll painting on the wall, depicting the Furious Five and the Dragon Warrior. His staff is placed carefully on a stand nearby.
Shifu fishes the bandages out of his half-unpacked travelling bag, and... unfortunately, it's the old-school kind of bandages. The wrapping kind. He also has a small, dark bottle of something. Whatever it is, it'll probably sting.
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The smell of incense is a little stifling, but not unbearable. His eyes roam, darting over the candles, then the staff, then the scroll on the wall.
"Who are th-"
He doesn't get to finish his question, because Shifu turns around with supplies. Jack's eyes immediately focus on the tiny bottle in his paw, and he leans backward, suddenly a little skeptical.
"Uh...what is that?"
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He approaches calmly and leans forward to place the patch over Jack's bruised temple. It doesn't feel like anything right away, but suddenly starts to burn where the skin is broken. He holds it in place, knowing that Jack will probably want to flinch away. The sting softens after a moment, feeling like a dull warmth.
"This will help reduce the swelling. It should clear up overnight."
He wraps the roll of bandages twice around Jack's head to hold the patch in place. He glances at the painting over his shoulder when he finishes.
"They are my students. The Furious Five and Po, The Dragon Warrior. The heroes of the Valley of Peace... They gave me that as a parting gift."
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"Ow, geez, was the disinfectant really necessary?"
At least it only hurt for a moment, though. Grumbling quietly, Jack bowed his head - he was going to look really stupid after this, he knew - and let Shifu apply the bandages. When it was done he looked back up at the scroll on the wall.
"Aren't they going to miss you? I mean, if you were their teacher...are they gonna be okay without you?"
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He pauses, like he really has to consider the question. His conviction finds firm grounding as his gaze lingers over the warriors.
"They'll be fine. I've taught them everything I could... If anything happens, they can handle themselves. I know they can."
Whether or not they would miss him remains to be seen. His unspoken thought reveals itself in the slow droop of his ears, but he shakes it off and shuffles back into his room. He gives Jack a look over his shoulder as he tosses the supplies back into his bag.
"Try to keep that on all night, if you can."
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"I'll keep it on," he said absently, still puzzling over Shifu's reaction as he climbed to his feet. His eyes shifted back up to the scroll on the wall - and then down again.
"If - I had a teacher," he began, picking over his words at a careful pace, "I think I'd miss him if he left. That's all."
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While he doesn't entirely understand Jack's intentions, he appreciates the thought regardless. Shifu closes his eyes and nods, slowly, low enough to be a half-bow.
"Goodnight, Frost."