[OOM: The Roof.]

[mnt_raph]

*If one were to follow the path of blood that goes up and over the outside wall of Milliways one might just find themselves with in earshot of the moody grunge rock that blares from within the tent that dreams of being a studio apartment. And for good reason, the sole inhabitant of said tent is feeling less than stellar at the moment. Actually, less than stellar is a rather large understatement. Raph feels like ass reheated in a non-microwavable container on high for fifteen minutes. That's sort of what happens after you go three rounds with a Slayer.

While it's entirely possible that that he's suffered worse injuries in the past, he's never looked worse. There's something about green skin that just hides bruises better than the pink he's currently sporting.

Currently the entire right side of his face is swollen and purple. He has a staggered line of black stitching running from his elbow to his wrist of his left arm. There is a square of gauze taped to his right thigh which is clearly visible below the cut off sweat shorts he's forced to wear due to his...um...other injuries.

Sleeping hasn't been much of an option. And eating is right out as well. Thankfully, Raph has a well stocked fridge when it comes to beverages.*

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[the_lioness]

*A muffled curse sounds from outside the tent. It soon turns into a yelp and a frustrated yell.*

MITHROS, what is that?

*Alanna's ears object to moody grunge rock, it seems. It's possible that she is also having some cold related difficulties due to forgetting her gloves inside.*

[mnt_raph]

music.

*Comes the muffled reply. There's a moment or two before hte door/flap opens. Raph limps back towards his bed.*

com'on in.

[the_lioness]

*One glimpse of his face, and Alanna goes silent with shock. Her mouth drops open as she follows him inside, no longer noticing the cold.

She takes a deep breath before speaking.*

Raph? I'm usually a proponent of purple, but I'm not sure it's the best color for you.

*Fighting the urge to race over and help him, she bites her lip. Something tells her that Raph might not appreciate it.*

What happened?

[mnt_raph]

been redecoratin'. what, don't like it?

*He gives her a withering look before very very carefully sitting down on his bed.*

[the_lioness]

*Very little frustrates Alanna as much as having a hurt friend and not being able to heal him or her. She knows how Raph feels about magic, so she doesn't even bother asking. Instead, she digs her fingernails into her palms and takes a few steps closer. She ignores his quip.*

You haven't been in the bar for a while. I missed you, clearly.

[mnt_raph]

*He sighs*

can't get down.

[the_lioness]

*Eyes wide, she lets her eyes run over him and eventually lets out a string of curses that would make most people's hair stand on end.*

Raph! Why didn't you send word? Call down, or something? Have you had enough food?

[mnt_raph]

*Raph shrinks back, as if that will save him from the onslaught of obscenity. He points over to the kitchen area, where there are numerous cans of Spagetti-os in various stages of burned.

Raph is notorious for being able to burn water.*

[the_lioness]

*Calming herself, she breathes.*

Right.

I'm bringing you food, you pig-headed- Honestly. Of all the- Why won't you tell me what happened to you?





Did you fall off the roof?

[mnt_raph]

don't bother...can't chew.

*He tries to fold one arm over the other, but...well, he can't seem to do that either. Frustrated he punches the wall behind his bed.*

no i didn't freakin' fall off the roof.

[the_lioness]

*She eyes the wall, lips pursed.*

Okay. I'm going to assume that none of your brothers are responsible.

[mnt_raph]

*Well, that makes someone look away in an awkward manner.*

[the_lioness]

*Alanna's eyebrows shoot up.*

Raaaaaph? *She marches closer and crouches down before him.* Explain, please?


*plaintively* Please? I want to help.

[mnt_raph]

i uh...got too close to the tree. thought i could take it. looks like i can't. tha's all.

*Only after he's done talking does he look up at her.*

[the_lioness]

The willow? *She sighs, exasperated, and rests her hand on his arm - gently, of course.* So why did you look away when I mentioned your brothers?

[mnt_raph]

*His face drops all expression.*

crick in my neck.

[the_lioness]

Of course.

*Her hand falls.*

Well, this explains the missed shifts. Is there anything I can do for you? I'm worried.

[mnt_raph]

'm almost outta beer.

*He offers in leiu of anything else.*

sorry ta leave you in the lurch like this, what with all the double shift stuff an' all....

[the_lioness]

Don't be ridiculous.

*She might be referring to the beer, but most likely not.*

We'll manage, and I'll bring you provisions. I just want you to get well. I'd rather make it so you don't have to do it the old-fashioned way, but I'll settle for bringing you things.

Do you want me to tell Mike? *shrewd glance*

[mnt_raph]

uh...no. no you don't gotta do that. he'll uh...just make me a ton o' soup, an' then keep me in a bathtub. 'm better jus' by myself right now, you know?

[the_lioness]

... in a bathtub? I won't ask. All right then. I'll leave you be to get some rest.

*She stands, the corner of her mouth tilting up in a smile. Without warning, she drops a light kiss on his head.*

You have to let your friends take care of you sometimes. See how I learn things? And people say I'm stubborn.

[mnt_raph]

*Raph doesn't put up much of a fight, he's really in no position to at the moment. But he'll get her, and her little anti-christ too.*

yeah yeah yeah. jus' don't forget the beer, right?

*He tries to pull off a smile, but the bruises aren't having any of that.*

[the_lioness]

I doubt very seriously that I will forget. Get some rest, Raph.

*She gives him one last worried look and darts out of the tent. Later, she'll send up quite a basket of supplies and a six pack of beer. For the moment, she has to concentrate on getting back down.*

[someonesdog]

At some point in the week before the full moon, Angua wanders outside. She's sat for a few hours in the bar, and hasn't seen anyone she knows, so is going for a night time stroll under the waxing moon before heading back to Ankh-Morpork.

She's just considering changing into something a little more comfortable and going for a run in the forest, when the smell catches her nose.

Blood.

Dried blood, admittedly, a few days old. But blood, nevertheless. And copper's instinct kicks in, right before the dog wakes up. This is a trail, and it should be followed.

As she climbs the ladder, she becomes aware of a small note of panic rising in her. Blood is blood is blood, and the smell of that usually hides everything else, but this dried trail smells familiar. It's someone she knows up there, and hurt.

As she strides over to the tent, she calls out, curiously:

"Hello?"

[mnt_raph]

*A woman's voice? April. No wait...not April. The voice isn't quite right for April, let alone that if it were her the door would already be open and she'd already be giving him grief.

Now it stands to reason that someone there to kill you doesn't usually offer a greeting first...well, unless they're from Raph's world which seems to be composed mainly of the world's worst ninjas, but the mun digresses. At any rate Raph, reaches over to his nightstand where one of this trusty sai rests. Firmly in hand, he yells to the quasi-unfamilar voice.*

We don't want any.

*Yelling, he's decided for what could only be the millionth time, is a bad thing for someone with broken ribs to do.*