[even though denji usually responds quickly to text (sparing not even a moment to check or edit his messages' contents, as rita will know by now) there's a solid length of time before a return text from denji comes:]
Hey kinda feeling crappy but we can talk you just need to come over here and meet me because they said I'm under house arrest which means I can't leave on my own I guess
[when she arrives, the door to the dorm opens and denji strolls out, waving off someone who was obviously making sure he was actually being chaperoned—denji doesn't look thrilled about it, but he does smile at whoever it is
he's been cleaned up and changed since everything that happened yesterday, and is heavily bandaged—the ones rita can see being around his neck and up his arms, with a large bandage over his hand where the bloody eye was
he flashes rita a peace sign by means of greeting]
[at the question, rita feels a rising surge of a chaotic mix of emotions that seems to be quickly cut off
he stretches and take a deep breath of the outside air, wincing a bit at the movement]
Lotta stuff. If you're askin' about what beat the crap outta me, it was mostly a cabinet and a [a beat, with a flare up of anger and worry] messed up monster.
[his face darkens a bit, and the emotions are again a quick flash of anger and worry before being tamped down]
Just some gross monster that busted outta some glass tube and smashed me with a hammer.
Man...sucks havin' to heal all normal and slow again. [this, despite the fact that he's clearly been magically healed by the voucher spend yesterday] Makes me all tired.
Yeah... that's how that normally works. At least we've got some amount of magic healing to rely on here. You probably won't be expected to do too much tomorrow at the trial, so like, take a nap if you need to.
Well, hard to tell what was real or not, but since I got hurt for real guess it mighta been.
The last thing I remember, over there, [there's a sharp pang of fear] was this weird old lady or Devil or somethin'. She wanted to make a deal. Some crap about tradin' misery for changin' fate.
[there's a long moment where he looks off towards the treeline]
But what I traded for didn't happen, so wonderin' if it was a trick and she just took somethin' from me anyway.
Didn't see anyone else there, at the end, so dunno what they did.
But yeah, I agreed to it as a contract. For Devils at least, it's not somethin' that you can lie about, so maybe it's still gonna happen.
Or maybe what happened to me yesterday was somethin' totally different. I mean, we did that stuff to people usin' that spell [how long ago was that? it seems fuzzy and distant], so could just be that and all that other crap didn't mean anything.
Wh, who knows... The whole thing could have been an illusion of some sort.
[still, probably not a great idea to enter into contracts with weird old ladies!! god!! rita's giving off feelings of concern and exasperation here, but she isn't about to start an argument right now.]
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Hey kinda feeling crappy but we can talk you just need to come over here and meet me because they said I'm under house arrest which means I can't leave on my own I guess
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Got it. Be there in five minutes.
[and as promised, she shows up at the dorm entrance pretty quickly!]
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he's been cleaned up and changed since everything that happened yesterday, and is heavily bandaged—the ones rita can see being around his neck and up his arms, with a large bandage over his hand where the bloody eye was
he flashes rita a peace sign by means of greeting]
Hey, you doin' okay? What's up?
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I'm fine, obviously, I'm not the one who looks like I got mauled by an eggbear. What the hell happened to you back there?
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he stretches and take a deep breath of the outside air, wincing a bit at the movement]
Lotta stuff. If you're askin' about what beat the crap outta me, it was mostly a cabinet and a [a beat, with a flare up of anger and worry] messed up monster.
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[???]
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[UGH.]
So how did you get your ass kicked by one? Is the question I'm asking.
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Chopped it up real good, though. [a thumbs up]
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... And the monster?
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Just some gross monster that busted outta some glass tube and smashed me with a hammer.
Man...sucks havin' to heal all normal and slow again. [this, despite the fact that he's clearly been magically healed by the voucher spend yesterday] Makes me all tired.
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[... she's hesitating to ask more...]
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[rita, with her quality of Normal Human Tact, holds back from broaching the subject but denji has no such qualms]
I don't remember much of what happened after we got back yesterday. Ichiro says I "went batshit."
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Yeah, that's... a pretty accurate way of putting it. You don't know what happened?
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No, though I got a theory.
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[she's maybe a little too surprised that he's even using the word 'theory'.]
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denji rubs his head, again wincing a bit]
Well, hard to tell what was real or not, but since I got hurt for real guess it mighta been.
The last thing I remember, over there, [there's a sharp pang of fear] was this weird old lady or Devil or somethin'. She wanted to make a deal. Some crap about tradin' misery for changin' fate.
[there's a long moment where he looks off towards the treeline]
But what I traded for didn't happen, so wonderin' if it was a trick and she just took somethin' from me anyway.
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I remember someone else mentioning having to make some kind of important choice like that... So that's something these trips might have in common.
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You accepted the deal?
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Didn't see anyone else there, at the end, so dunno what they did.
But yeah, I agreed to it as a contract. For Devils at least, it's not somethin' that you can lie about, so maybe it's still gonna happen.
Or maybe what happened to me yesterday was somethin' totally different. I mean, we did that stuff to people usin' that spell [how long ago was that? it seems fuzzy and distant], so could just be that and all that other crap didn't mean anything.
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[still, probably not a great idea to enter into contracts with weird old ladies!! god!! rita's giving off feelings of concern and exasperation here, but she isn't about to start an argument right now.]
"That spell"...?
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Maybe someone did somethin' like that to me? I dunno. But I feel like...like it was somethin' to do with that contract.