[there is a mixture of unintelligible emotions in addition to that anxiety...
but when lenore looks at law, she manages a perfectly calm expression, in complete contrast to her feelings. she also quickly hides a hand behind her back.]
sorry but he's going to use his height against her and try to peek at whatever it is that she's trying to hide from him. the anxiety is a concern of him, honestly. what is she anxious about? ]
she gives him a sheepish smile.] Something I can't ask you for help with.
[she spots an axe hanging on the wall behind him, and walks over to reach for it. if he needed a second look to confirm, he gets one now: there's nothing but a smooth stump at the end of her left wrist.]
[ okay, he's not going to panic but he is going to be Extremely Concerned because hELLO??? also why is she grabbing an axe? he's not going to stop her because why would he but at the same time???
there are a lot of questions that he'd like answered. ]
What happened? Why did you need to regrow your hand in the first place?
[and she can't keep a calm face anymore, because this is actually pretty infuriating to recall.]
I don't know. It was one of those disgusting creatures... Those snapping beaks, in that hallway we went through together! It came out of fucking nowhere!
But... partly, yes. When Steven died, I did say I would punish the animal that did it. It took about four weeks before I had the opportunity, but I'm good at keeping my word.
[she's going to set this axe on an anvil for now. she finds herself an apron, and puts it on! ... she can't tie it in the back.]
Well, hopefully he doesn't try to come back at you for killing him. Here, let me help you with that.
[ he'll help tie the apron on her but at the same time he's kind of concerned why she needs the axe in the first place?? he...should ask. he will ask. ]
[at least stepping out also gives him some reprieve from her emotions. from outside, it won't be long before he hears a terrible clang of metal striking metal, and then a clatter as the axe is tossed aside. there's no scream, at least.
when the deed is done, lenore will sit down on the floor with her back against the wall, cradling her bleeding arm, now ending at the elbow, in front of her. there's blood on the anvil, on the floor, and on her apron. the severed forearm is left on the anvil.]
this feels like such a fever dream and law isn't too surprised to not hear any kind of noise escape lenore while she does, of course, the thing he expects given the signs so far. he gives her enough time to return to the blacksmith and offer her a weak smile as he keeps his eyes focused on her and not the bloodied mess. ]
[ she is definitely not fine and law knows it, however law will do her a kindness in his own right and allow her to have it. ]
I'm sure there's something here. For now we can use this— [ since law is in the petutual state of wearing shirts and hoodies with jeans, he'll take off his hoodie and will begin to wrap it loosely. ] It's not hygienic but it'll work until the healing effect kicks in here.
[ with that done, he'll go look for something. there....had to be something here, right? it's not like it would be impossible to find some sort of cloth. ]
[ and with that.....he'll find a cloth! it's not a clean one though so it's back to the hunt for something. trust a blacksmithing place to have clothes that weren't exactly clean, apparently. ]
[with a few more minutes passing, the regeneration process starts to kick in! law will probably notice right away, because it comes with a big spike in apprehension from lenore.
with the bleeding coming to a stop, she pulls the hoodie away to watch the arm reform before her very eyes. it grows back up to the wrist... and stops. a smooth stump is formed.]
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but when lenore looks at law, she manages a perfectly calm expression, in complete contrast to her feelings. she also quickly hides a hand behind her back.]
Oh, Law. I'm a little busy now. Talk later?
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sorry but he's going to use his height against her and try to peek at whatever it is that she's trying to hide from him. the anxiety is a concern of him, honestly. what is she anxious about? ]
Busy with what?
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not even a hand.
she gives him a sheepish smile.] Something I can't ask you for help with.
[she spots an axe hanging on the wall behind him, and walks over to reach for it. if he needed a second look to confirm, he gets one now: there's nothing but a smooth stump at the end of her left wrist.]
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HELLO???
she had a hand last time they spoke???? ]
Your hand.
[ ??? ???? he won't grab her but he'll take a step closer to her. ]
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It didn't grow back properly.
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there are a lot of questions that he'd like answered. ]
What happened? Why did you need to regrow your hand in the first place?
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I don't know. It was one of those disgusting creatures... Those snapping beaks, in that hallway we went through together! It came out of fucking nowhere!
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Just out of the blue?
[ now where did he hear something like this before...hmm. ]
What were you doing just before it came out of nowhere and attacked you?
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i mean he's not against people killing vlad because he's a petty binch but?? hello?? they're losing limbs for this sort of thing?? ]
Was it for Steven? [ ... ] That didn't happen to me when I attacked him.
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But... partly, yes. When Steven died, I did say I would punish the animal that did it. It took about four weeks before I had the opportunity, but I'm good at keeping my word.
[she's going to set this axe on an anvil for now. she finds herself an apron, and puts it on! ... she can't tie it in the back.]
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[ he'll help tie the apron on her but at the same time he's kind of concerned why she needs the axe in the first place?? he...should ask. he will ask. ]
So, what's the deal with the axe?
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You might want to step outside for a few minutes.
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hmmm. ]
No, I think I'll stay. It'll be fine.
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Only because you said please.
[ he'll give a shake of his head but honor lenore's wishes. he didn't want to—he could have put up with more—but he'll let her have this. ]
I won't be gone long.
[ and he'll walk himself out of the blacksmith area for a while, counting to himself. ]
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when the deed is done, lenore will sit down on the floor with her back against the wall, cradling her bleeding arm, now ending at the elbow, in front of her. there's blood on the anvil, on the floor, and on her apron. the severed forearm is left on the anvil.]
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this feels like such a fever dream and law isn't too surprised to not hear any kind of noise escape lenore while she does, of course, the thing he expects given the signs so far. he gives her enough time to return to the blacksmith and offer her a weak smile as he keeps his eyes focused on her and not the bloodied mess. ]
Do you need me to get you anything?
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A cloth, or a towel, perhaps?
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I'm sure there's something here. For now we can use this— [ since law is in the petutual state of wearing shirts and hoodies with jeans, he'll take off his hoodie and will begin to wrap it loosely. ] It's not hygienic but it'll work until the healing effect kicks in here.
[ with that done, he'll go look for something. there....had to be something here, right? it's not like it would be impossible to find some sort of cloth. ]
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[...he probably won't want it back, after using it for this.]
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It's fine; I can always get another one.
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with the bleeding coming to a stop, she pulls the hoodie away to watch the arm reform before her very eyes. it grows back up to the wrist... and stops. a smooth stump is formed.]
... God damn it.