thebastion | Day 120 [Closed] Weep, little lion man...

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Day 120 [Closed] Weep, little lion man...

Who: Frederic and Jazz
Open: Closed
When: Day 120
Where: Outside the hospital
What: They're going to have to talk about what happened sooner or later...
Format: Action
Warnings: None

[After taking Polka to see the new arrival in the Bastion, Frederic realized, much to his own chagrin that he had been subconsciously avoiding Jazz. With his injuries and none of them having the ability to heal as they had been back in their world, he had been sent off to the very same hospital Mireille was in, and as he lingered there with Polka he became painfully aware that not visiting Jazz would have just been incredibly uncouth and down right callous of him.

Besides, they would have to speak on incidents that happened back home sooner or later.

Leaving Polka after politely excusing himself, he shuffled down the halls with a sense of trepidation, uncertain of how the talk was going to go. None of them seemed truly angry with him. Just... distrustful, and wary. Not that he blamed them at all. He had turned against them, after all, with no explanation as to what he was doing or why. It all worked out in the end, but that didn't erase what he had done.

Truly, he wasn't sure anything he ever did would erase that.

But he couldn't avoid it forever, either. So he walked in to the room where Jazz was supposed to be--]

Jazz... ?

[Only to find it empty.

No sign of Jazz anywhere, just an empty, unmade bed and a half eaten meal on a tray left abandoned.]

Jazz.

[That stubborn fool. He was supposed to be resting!

The empty room was all it took for Frederic to take to the halls with much more urgency, checking rooms and looking everywhere he possibly could for the man. He couldn't have been hiding! That was just silly and really where would some one his size hide in a hospital anyway?!

But he was nowhere to be found in there, either, so Frederic did the only other thing he could do in that situation: start searching outside.

How infuriating...]

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[Jazz had been resting for two days. His injuries had been healing faster than he would have expected and after enough time passed, he felt it was time to get moving. He waited for his meal to come, ate enough to feel full and left. He slipped out of the room and went for the stairs. Getting down and out was easy enough. There didn't seem to be too many people around to stop him.]

[He left the hospital but didn't go far. Just far enough that he wouldn't be seen lingering outside. He was in a patch of grass right now, hands on the ground, preforming pushups. His shirt and jacket were on the ground nearby, the bandages wrapped around his chest and arms visible. He could feel his muscles stretch as he worked through the stiffness. His wounds stung but he wouldn't let that stop him. He had to keep fit. Staying in bed would only make him soft. Staying strong in this situation was important. Though he had no idea someone was looking for him. Which was why he didn't attempt to hide himself. Anyone walking out of the hospital would be able to see him performing his exercises quite easily.]

[That was a good thing, because really, Frederic had a penchant for the dramatic if given the chance, and he would have gotten frantic if he couldn't find Jazz quickly.

That didn't stop him from looking terribly annoyed and worried when he did find the man. His shadow fell over Jazz, gaze staring down as he continued to go about his exercise.]

You are supposed to be in bed resting, Jazz. Injuring yourself further will do no one any good.

[Jazz didn't stop pushing off of he ground when the shadow cast over him. He half expected it to be Viola or one of the workers of the hospital. He didn't look up until he heard Frederic speak. He sighed and moved up onto his knees after a few more pushups.]

I've been resting for two days. I just needed to move.

[Using his knee as support, Jazz pushed himself onto his feet and turned to face Frederic.]

My wounds haven't reopened. I'm making sure to be careful. I've been injured worse than this before.

[That earned a sigh of his own, fingers rubbing at his temple with an openly annoyed expression.]

Stubborn as a mule...

[That came out in a mutter, not really meant to be head but probably caught anyway. They weren't exactly standing all that far apart now.

But if there was nothing more he could do about it, he wasn't going to continue to harp.

Much.]

Please take it easy at least? You wouldn't want to lengthen your time in the hospital.

[Jazz surprises a chuckle. He's heard that expression time and time again leveled at him. He was stubborn as a mule. Possibly more so. After all, he did start and lead two rebellions. He held up one hand to Frederic.]

I'll be fine. I know my limits, Frederic. Thank you for the concern though. So what are you doing here anyway?

[More so, really, and the trait didn't escape Frederic. But there was also very little he could do about it. Even if the other world had granted him powers, he still wasn't nearly as physically strong as Jazz was. Even injured, Frederic couldn't even push the man back to the room, let alone convince him verbally.

The topic was better off dropped, and Jazz seemed to be pushing it that way.]

One of the residents here just gave birth to a baby boy. I brought Polka to see them.

[Jazz smiles and nods.]

That's good. Everything is alright, I'm assuming. A birth should be celebrated. Come on.

[Jazz picks up his discarded clothes and walks toward the hospital.]

You can walk me to my room. I'm sure it will put your mind at ease.

They both seem healthy and well, yes. Polka decided to stay while I came visit you.

[And we saw how well that went.

Frederic makes a face a little at his comments, but he can agree that yes, it will put his mind at ease.]

As you wish. Lead the way, Jazz.

[Jazz leads them back to his room without another word. It fortunately doesn't take long. He sits down on his bed and looks to Frederic.]

Would you like to sit down? [His face isn't serious. He has a smile and seems fairly happy. That tension isn't in him like it is for Viola.]

[Which strikes Frederic as odd. Viola's reaction was expected and warranted, and Frederic had thought from the start that everyone would be like that. Polka had been more understanding than Frederic thought he deserved, but with her at least it wasn't as surprising. It was Polka after all.

The room lacked a chair at the moment, and after an initial look around, Frederic took the seat offered on the bed somewhat awkwardly.]

I suppose then that you've been feeling well in spite of your injuries?

I am.

[Jazz nods. He moves so there is more room between himself and Frederic on the bed. He remains relaxed for now.]

How are you feeling?

As confused as I've ever been. Though considering my life previous, confused is a much less detrimental state of mind to be in than ones I've experienced.

[He let out a wary, longing sigh, fingers stretching out on his lap as he admitted somewhat sheepishly:]

And I find myself itching for the scratch of a pen on staff paper and the touch of ivory keys far more than should be healthy, given our situation.

[Jazz kept quite as he listened to Frederic. He leaned back a bit and rubbed his chin.]

Maybe we can look for those materials. I haven't been out to look around this place yet. We might find something to help. You write music or play when you feel confused. I can understand. I train myself.

[That earned a bit of a laugh from Frederic, and a shake of his head.]

I have not the skill nor the patience to craft an entire piano from hand. I suppose I'll have to make due with simply composing from memory.

But... I would be content with that much, at least.

[For a time anyway.]

Then we'll find you the tools needed for that. You simply need paper and ink. Am I correct?

Yes, that's correct. Even without a straight edge I could easily make the staff lines myself. Something as familiar as that should come naturally to me, after all.

[Jazz smiled and gave Frederic a nod. That was looking on the bright side of things.]

Alright then. We'll go out and find you some paper and a pen.

[He's capable of that, sometimes.]

... now?

[Frederic's brows knitted together at that. Hadn't he just gotten Jazz back in his hospital room where he was supposed to be?]

[The man chuckles.]

I didn't mean now. I meant eventually. I doubt you'd let me get out of this bed again so soon.

Oh.

Well.

[Awkward noises]

Y-yes, good. You should stay in bed.

Yes yes, I know.

[Jazz shook his head before he put his fingers on his chin.]

Where do you think we could find paper and ink for you? This place seems rather small and I'm not sure what all they have here.

I wouldn't really know where to look either, but I suppose I can ask some of the people that have been here longer.

Not a bad idea. If worse comes to worse, you could use a rock to draw on other rocks. That what we did on Mt. Rock when I was a child.

A rock on other rocks?! That's--

[Oh Frederic, don't say 'barbaric']

... rudimentary, at best.

It wasn't perfect but it was all we had. You work with that you have.

[Rude much Frederic?]

[Only to you, dear Jazz.]

I suppose so. I don't think I could compose on a rock, though.

How about leaves then?

[Jazz says with a grin. Clearly he's being antagonistic now.]

Oh yes, a leaf is all fine and good until it dries up and falls apart!

[Jazz pls.]

Oh right. I forgot about that.

[Jazz laughs.]

I guess unless you want to write on the walls, we better find you some paper soon.

I will... [begrudgingly] survive until I can find something more suitable.

Let's hope you can keep your word on that. I don't want to be the one who has to explain to the natives why you're scribbling on their walls.

I am not going to scribble on the walls, Jazz!

[Why Jazz, why.]

[Jazz just laughs. That's why Frederic. Messing with you is fun.]

[ALL THE SIGHING AT YOU.]

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