Catch-all: Rita

[ercnerd]

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[ercnerd]

[He turns his gloved arm around, inspecting it, before holding it out toward Rita.]

Would you?

[overlimit]

Yeah, all right. [she gets up and goes over to help.]

I don't know how much longer I can stand watching a feeble old man struggle by himself.

[ercnerd]

Just who are you describing . . . ?

[overlimit]

Who do you think, old man?

[and she'll set about folding the towel in a triangle so it can tie easily, making sure the bone hasn't shifted, and putting that splint in place.]

[ercnerd]

[His fingers twitch once, then remain still while she does that.]

You know, age doesn't matter . . .

[overlimit]

That's what all the old folks say.

[she ties it firmly!]

There. That should be secure.

[ercnerd]

. . . Thanks.

[He drops the subject of old folks like a hot potato as he lowers his newly splinted arm. It already feels much superior to the previous splint.]

So? Have you used your vouchers yet?

[overlimit]

[she'll go back to her chair.]

Not yet. Though I've gotten more information about the prices of spells.

Between the murders and what happened to you guys, I'll have to make sure I'm well-prepared by Thursday.

[ercnerd]

Does your arsenal of spells include healing magic?

[overlimit]

No. I don't really do healing or support.

[ercnerd]

Hm . . . looking at you, I believe it.

[overlimit]

What's that supposed to mean?

[ercnerd]

I'm saying that you're a real go-getter. You're not the type I'd imagine out on the sideline as support. Geniuses with potent magic also tend to hit hard.

[overlimit]

[???

she was expecting an insult and this is somehow worse]

... Right, well... yeah. Of course.

[ercnerd]

[He thought about it.]

Hm? Are you feeling okay? You're a little red in the face.

[overlimit]

[ !?

... ]

You're really annoying, you know that?

[ercnerd]

Ah, don't be like that. It was just a joke!

Week 6: Sunday

[ercnerd]

[Sieghart sits in the common room—it's so nice to use a couch now that he's got two functioning legs—with a box on his lap and his sword propped beside him against an armrest. He turns an unfinished tarot card around in his hand with a look of faint astonishment.

. . . didn't think there would be this much . . . ]

[overlimit]

[rita walks in, limping slightly. she's immediately greeted by a fluffy silver cat who leaps from a hiding space and rubs against her legs. she sees sieghart there... and just kind of stares at the weirdly familiar sight for a few seconds.

then makes her way over and sits in a nearby chair. the cat promptly climbs up on the armrest and perches.]

I didn't leave anything in there, if you're wondering. Not into that superstitious crap.

[ercnerd]

[What a cute cat.

Sieghart lowers the card to watch Rita.]

Hugo said to consider it a gift for my return. Did the others really think I'd return as a ghost?

[overlimit]

[she scoffs.] At the time, I don't think any of us thought you were going to return.

[I really thought you were gone...]

[ercnerd]

[I thought I was, too.]

. . . I had my suspicions about the daycare. Seeing as there was no proof beyond a list, though, I couldn't just stand there and take it.

[overlimit]

Yeah. Took a while for me to start believing. It sounded too ridiculous to be true.

Guess that was one mystery where Maya had me beat.

[ercnerd]

. . . I saw what you told Caiman.

[overlimit]

W, wait... when!?

[this whole "being monitored" thing is stressing her out!?]