URSULA's voice crackles on over all forms of communication, radio and telepathic. In both, her transmission seems unstable. "Warning. Urgent. Attention required. I really mean it. Please evacuate the water. If impossible, hide immediately. The blast will be incoming from the east. The Aurora has reached critical status. Dark Matter engines failing. Core system failure impending, counting down in ten... nine... eight... sev-- sev-- five... four... three... tw--"
Should any be above the surface in the line of sight of the Aurora, they will witness the fires of explosion. The outer shell pops and bursts into flame, billowing out, a deafening roar that cracks with a heavy wave buoying through the water. Shocks of steam fill the air, scalding what surfaces they burst over. A rain begins.
In some ways, it is the safest place to witness.
Below, the explosion ricochets. A shock blasts through the water, then another, sending wave after wave pushing seaweed flat down, knocking animals about, scattering and rocking sand. Pulses of burning hot bubbles shake through a radius, fizzling out only after it sears and disperses to ravage what rises above. Cold water filaments web through the pods of heat. The ocean shudders.
Even as far as the base, the Aurora’s explosion makes itself known. The whole structure shudders on its supports, loose items shaking and falling, rushes of white and dark water bursting past the observatory windows in one wave, another, a third, and in one empty observatory, a crack breaks through the glass, forcing URSULA to seal off the area temporarily.
Rain still falls above the Aurora’s wreckage. The last of the fires will be doused. When the waters become cool again, new sea life will move in to make food of the their dead brethren.
A strange keening shivers in the air at the edge of hearing.
[As a note, direct any questions regarding this event to the March OOC Post! And a special note for Korosensei, go for it ♥]
[While initially hesitant... it proves difficult not to give in, at least a small amount. He lightly rests some of his weight on Shiro's shoulder and walks, while staring straight ahead.]
But your clothes weren't? And your goggles. [It's strange, he can't see a scratch on him, not even a burn.] Are you certain you weren't injured?
[Good. Shiro will support him and head on towards the lab. That's the best place he can think to find something to help Fukami out. Luckily, Shiro is smarter than he necessarily pretends to be, and he can probably manage first aid pretty well.
As they walk, he shrugs.] Guess I was really lucky. But I'm sure. I'm definitely okay. Nothing even hurts.
[Well, that explanation (or lack thereof) strikes him as strange, but there's no real reason for him to press it, no matter suspicion.
The pain is dulling his train of thought. His arms, so used to moving about, sting when they even attempt it, even if they so happen to brush up against anything, or each other. Fukami shifts one hand to tug the buttons on his long jacket loose. This will need to go in a few moments because it's making things worse.]
[And Shiro doesn't comment on his own luck any further. He's more concerned about Fukami anyway. Into the lab he leads him and immediately he's going for the various cabinets, moving quick and efficient. He's murmuring thoughtfully to himself at what he finds. It's a different aspect of Shiro right now. None of the easy joking, all seriousness and perhaps surprisingly easy competence. He's a scientist after all and he's got together suppose that will do for cleaning, salve and bandaging.]
Here. Take your coat off and let me see where it's worst first.
[It is striking enough, the change in demeanour. Fukami would wonder at it more, were the situation slightly different. As it is, he unties his scarf and opens up his coat without much protest, shrugging it off. Underneath, a simple black shirt, cut at his elbows. Black gloves. And his tentacles.]
...These ones are all about the same.
[He'd wrapped them around himself to shield himself at the time, though he doesn't say that. Fukami's hand hovers over them, the bright and angry red skin-- it's the ones on the left side of his body.]
[A sympathetic wince at what he sees, and when Shiro turns his gaze back up to Fukami the smile he offers is probably familiar enough, if softer than usual. An attempt at reassuring.] We'll get this taken care of, okay? I'm sorry but some of this will probably sting.
[But better to make sure the wounds are clean even if it hurts than risk infection when heaven only knows if they have the medicine necessary for that circumstance here. So Shiro reaches for one of those red and scalded tentacles to begin carefully cleaning and daubing at the wound, applying what he's found for a makeshift salve.]
[Fukami sets his coat and scarf aside, watching Shiro. It's probably hard to notice the glaze to his normally sharp eyes, but nevertheless the pain is taking its toll on him. Even though he's doing his best not to show so.
The tentacle that Shiro starts at twitches in reaction at the first bit of daubing and one of Fukami's hands jerks in a short, aborted violent motion. Ever hear about how tentacles can move independently? Yeah. Fukami's concentrating quite a lot in order to keep it still.]
...So, you know what you're doing. [It's all he says, for now.]
Ah... Sorry! [He murmurs quietly at the way poor Fukami's tentacle reacts. Shiro will be as gentle as he can, and once he's applied the salve, it should be at least somewhat soothing. Then on to the next tentacle.] It'd be best if I could bandage these... But that won't be very helpful if they get wet. Can you stay dry for a bit of will that just make things worse for you?
[As for that question -- or is it a statement? -- of Fukami's, Shiro just smiles faintly.] Hopefully I know enough anyway.
It's fine, Shiro. It's only an instinctive reaction. [Fukami tells him as much so to assure him it's not due to his treatment. His carefulness in this is... impressive enough. And after the salve is on, the pain does begin to ease.]
I can stay dry for a while. [It will just be a little uncomfortable, the longer he does spend without being in water. It won't hurt him.] ...
Even so... it's a reaction to something. [Shiro looks at him seriously. He doesn't like seeing people hurt. He especially doesn't like seeing friends hurt! And he's come to think of Fukami as a friend.
But okay. Bandages then.] All right. That'll keep them protected. I'm not a doctor, but I think they'll heal okay. The most important thing right now is making sure they don't get infected.
[So he'll very carefully start to wrap the worst scald burns in gauze. Gentle gentle.]
[Fukami nods briefly, in lieu of answering. He doesn't precisely trust his voice. It's taking all of his focus not to let his burned tentacles move while Shiro is wrapping them up.
His hand keeps opening and closing, clenching into a fist so that his nails bite into his palm even through the material of his gloves. Clench. Unclench. It helps keep his focus.]
[Shiro works as quickly as he can without sacrificing being careful, and soon he's fastening the last of the bandages, exhaling a sigh. Okay. That's... the best he can do. He hopes it helps, and that he can help.]
There...
[And well he reaches out a hand to settle lightly atop the octopus-man's clenching hand. Okay. You can relax now.] You should rest now.
[Slowly, Fukami allows the muscles in his hand to go lax under Shiro's touch. He'll be able to feel it, as those fingers loosen and uncurl, dangling limply.
His silence and stillness drag another moment or two before he looks to Shiro.] ...Thank you.
[Shiro shakes his head and wraps his fingers around Fukami's gloved hand gently.] Nothing to thank me for, okay? I'm just helping a friend.
[He tugs gently.] Where's your bed? Let's find somewhere quiet you can recuperate for a little okay? And maybe some water... I think that's probably important too, right?
Right! So let's get you to bed, and I'll go get water. And anything else you need.
[Shiro will play nurse until he's sure Fukami is all settled in and resting and on his way to recovery. So he leads him to the mentioned room, glad that it's not far, over to where he spots Fukami's stuff.
There.] Just... lie down okay? Put your feet up and... and your tentacles up too! Maybe especially those.
...You needn't worry too much about me after this. I will heal quickly.
[Because he's an octopus. And octopi are amazing. He allows Shiro to lead him for now, slowly sinking down onto his mattress. He realises too late he left his coat and scarf in the other room, feeling bare without them.
[And Shiro will make sure that Fukami is settled. He takes the time to tuck his blanket over him before nodding.] Don't move a muscle. I'll be right back!
[With water. ...and Fukami's coat and scarf, okay. He will totally remember them.]
[...He just got blanketed. Fukami looks up at the ceiling with a frown. He absolutely moves a muscle, to push down the blanket slightly since it's not cold in the base. Actually, it's a little warmer than usual.
Sorry Shiro. He totally disobeyed not even within a minute.
However, despite his wishes, his eyelids are beginning to sag as exhaustion begins to take over.]
But Shiro will be back in no time, pulling up short when he sees a dozing Fukami. Ah. Well. He'll be quiet then, folding his coat and scarf and tucking them beside his head on the mattress and setting the water container he filled down within easy reach.]
You moved so many muscles... [He fusses in a whisper, but smiles anyway.]
Rest, okay? [He murmurs quietly. And for his part, Shiro will go see if there's something he can do to help.]
[Fukami's answer is barely there, voice a low grunt, though an eyelid does open briefly to show a slit of teal. Still awake. He heard and oh hey Shiro brought water and clothes. However, his eye closes again shortly after.
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[Let him help you out here, Fukami. He glances over at the question, laughing sheepishly.] Just a little. I'm fine though. I guess I was pretty lucky.
[Super lucky.]
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But your clothes weren't? And your goggles. [It's strange, he can't see a scratch on him, not even a burn.] Are you certain you weren't injured?
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As they walk, he shrugs.] Guess I was really lucky. But I'm sure. I'm definitely okay. Nothing even hurts.
[No further explanation though.]
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[Well, that explanation (or lack thereof) strikes him as strange, but there's no real reason for him to press it, no matter suspicion.
The pain is dulling his train of thought. His arms, so used to moving about, sting when they even attempt it, even if they so happen to brush up against anything, or each other. Fukami shifts one hand to tug the buttons on his long jacket loose. This will need to go in a few moments because it's making things worse.]
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Here. Take your coat off and let me see where it's worst first.
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...These ones are all about the same.
[He'd wrapped them around himself to shield himself at the time, though he doesn't say that. Fukami's hand hovers over them, the bright and angry red skin-- it's the ones on the left side of his body.]
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[But better to make sure the wounds are clean even if it hurts than risk infection when heaven only knows if they have the medicine necessary for that circumstance here. So Shiro reaches for one of those red and scalded tentacles to begin carefully cleaning and daubing at the wound, applying what he's found for a makeshift salve.]
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The tentacle that Shiro starts at twitches in reaction at the first bit of daubing and one of Fukami's hands jerks in a short, aborted violent motion. Ever hear about how tentacles can move independently? Yeah. Fukami's concentrating quite a lot in order to keep it still.]
...So, you know what you're doing. [It's all he says, for now.]
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[As for that question -- or is it a statement? -- of Fukami's, Shiro just smiles faintly.] Hopefully I know enough anyway.
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I can stay dry for a while. [It will just be a little uncomfortable, the longer he does spend without being in water. It won't hurt him.] ...
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But okay. Bandages then.] All right. That'll keep them protected. I'm not a doctor, but I think they'll heal okay. The most important thing right now is making sure they don't get infected.
[So he'll very carefully start to wrap the worst scald burns in gauze. Gentle gentle.]
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His hand keeps opening and closing, clenching into a fist so that his nails bite into his palm even through the material of his gloves. Clench. Unclench. It helps keep his focus.]
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There...
[And well he reaches out a hand to settle lightly atop the octopus-man's clenching hand. Okay. You can relax now.] You should rest now.
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[Slowly, Fukami allows the muscles in his hand to go lax under Shiro's touch. He'll be able to feel it, as those fingers loosen and uncurl, dangling limply.
His silence and stillness drag another moment or two before he looks to Shiro.] ...Thank you.
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[He tugs gently.] Where's your bed? Let's find somewhere quiet you can recuperate for a little okay? And maybe some water... I think that's probably important too, right?
[Stay hydrated! Especially for a sea creature!]
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...Yes. Some water would be.
[Fukami pauses.] My bed should be in the first room down past this. [One of the free rooms, so to speak.]
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[Shiro will play nurse until he's sure Fukami is all settled in and resting and on his way to recovery. So he leads him to the mentioned room, glad that it's not far, over to where he spots Fukami's stuff.
There.] Just... lie down okay? Put your feet up and... and your tentacles up too! Maybe especially those.
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[Because he's an octopus. And octopi are amazing. He allows Shiro to lead him for now, slowly sinking down onto his mattress. He realises too late he left his coat and scarf in the other room, feeling bare without them.
Oh well.]
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[And Shiro will make sure that Fukami is settled. He takes the time to tuck his blanket over him before nodding.] Don't move a muscle. I'll be right back!
[With water. ...and Fukami's coat and scarf, okay. He will totally remember them.]
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Sorry Shiro. He totally disobeyed not even within a minute.
However, despite his wishes, his eyelids are beginning to sag as exhaustion begins to take over.]
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But Shiro will be back in no time, pulling up short when he sees a dozing Fukami. Ah. Well. He'll be quiet then, folding his coat and scarf and tucking them beside his head on the mattress and setting the water container he filled down within easy reach.]
You moved so many muscles... [He fusses in a whisper, but smiles anyway.]
Rest, okay? [He murmurs quietly. And for his part, Shiro will go see if there's something he can do to help.]
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[Fukami's answer is barely there, voice a low grunt, though an eyelid does open briefly to show a slit of teal. Still awake. He heard and oh hey Shiro brought water and clothes. However, his eye closes again shortly after.
Well. He's probably out for a little while now.]