Regenerative Powers Aren't All They're Made Out To Be [CLOSED]

Kyou walked towards the infirmary, rubbing her hands together. It was colder than she previously thought. She had forgotten all of her winter gear in her dorm room. Well, forgotten is the wrong word. She had no time between being jolted awake and rushing out to the mysterious car crash that woke her to grab her coat. Though she wished she could run to her room and cover herself in the warmth of her winter jacket, she had much more important matters to attend to.

She was tasked with taking the victim of the crash to the infirmary. The newest student at Beata, Joseph. It looked like he was just arriving for the first time when he smashed into the telephone pole, but he could sign in later.

Though this Joseph could obviously heal and appeared apathetic to his wounds, something was causing him to grow weak at the knees. Perhaps it was the shock of the crash? She couldn't be sure. The more his wounds healed, the weaker he seemed to become. So the girl quickened her pace.

The infirmary door was only a few feet away by now, but she couldn't help feel more worried. Running up to the door, she swung it open, holding it for Joseph. "How are you holding up?"

On the opposing end of the temperature preference spectrum, Joseph rather enjoyed the cold weather. Though he was indifferent to spring and autumn, he really didn't care for summer. Flying insects came in torrents, sunburns were a constant, unwanted surprise, and sleeping became a ridiculously difficult task when one was drowning in a puddle of their own sweat. Now, though, much to Joseph's liking, frost coated the grass of the academy's lawn, and every exhale formed a cloud of steam in the air.

Trailing slowly behind his guide, Joseph tried his best to ignore the weakness in his limbs and sharp pangs of the glass shards that were still lodged into his skin. Kyou was hurriedly leading him towards what he could only assume was the infirmary building. Whether she was jittery because of the cold or simply worried about the current situation, Joseph couldn't tell. Ultimately, he decided it was a combination of both. She was furiously rubbing her hands together to warm them up, and when they arrived at the infirmary, she opened the front door and held it for Joseph.

What I should really be doing is figuring out how I'm going to pay for my car. He wanted to say that he didn't feel that he needed to visit the infirmary, but he dismissed the thought. Juliette had insisted, and now that Joseph was here, he was feeling a little bit off.

"I'm fine," he murmured in response to Kyou's question, stepping by her and into the building. "I just.." He pinched the bridge of his nose and blinked as a sudden bout of dizziness hit him. ".. need to sit down."

The more she watched the dark-haired boy, the more she became anxious. His already pale skin seemed to grow paler as he clenched the bridge of his nose in his fingers. He began to wobble slightly so Kyou rushed to his side, her hands up to steady him in case he fell. She kept her distance, unsure of how he felt with contact.

Leading him towards the closest chair, she pat it gently. There didn't seem to be anyone else in the small waiting room, nor anyone sitting at the front desk. She approached the desk, glancing at the various pamphlets that sat neatly on top. There were simple, normal ones like "What To Do When You Get The Flu" and "Simple Remedies For Your Aching Joints". Beside the every-day pamphlets there were smaller ones obviously made for gifted students. "So Your Boyfriend Is A Time Bomb", "A Small Guide To Dealing With Dragons", "Powers & Why They Suck". Where did they come up with this stuff? Shaking the thoughts of picking some up out of her head, she rang the small metal bell.

The brunette turned to Joseph, her brows furrowed in worry. "Um, what exactly is it that you need?" She had no clue what a person with regenerative abilities might need from a health clinic. Hopefully he knew, otherwise they'd both be hopeless.

Joseph, once seated, bent over and shut his eyes, as if to combat his dizziness. What did he need? "Pills. Vitamins.. Thiamin, Riboflavin, Niacin, Pantothenic acid.. " He had all of those vitamins himself, but the problem was, the last place he'd seen any of them was when he'd been stuffing them into the glove compartment of his car. He couldn't exactly tell this girl to march right back up to a hazard zone and ask the police for permission to dig around a burning vehicle for his damn vitamins. "..Basically anything that boosts energy." He paused. "And, ah.. A wash cloth might be a good idea."

Why was he even asking her to do things for him? She didn't owe him anything. He should have just done everything himself. Joseph didn't have half a mind to tell her off, though. After all, she was just being courteous. It hadn't really occurred to him how bad this must look to others.. A boy arrives at an academy, smashes his car into oblivion, survives, and marches into the infirmary soaked in his own blood. Hell, he'd left a trail of the stuff.

I'm going to have a three hour phone call from mom later, he thought glumly.

Kyou's brow furrowed even more. What were these names? She was only familiar with simple, brand-named, over the counter medicines like Gravol. These strange names flew right threw her head. Thankfully, when she turned her head back to the counter, a young lady stood with a small smile on her face. She noticed the brunette's confused expression and nodded. "Don't worry, I caught all of that." The woman turned away and walked off into a back room.

The Autumn began tapping her fingers on counter top, waiting for the lady to return with Joseph's vitamins. It seemed to be taking her some time so she grabbed a box of tissues and made her way to the seat next to the bleeding boy. Pulling out a few, she held them up to his face but hesitated. "May I?" cuz fish wants more, with Joseph's approval, she began gently dabbing away the blood.

"So.. um... Do you soak your clothes in hydrogen peroxide? I heard it gets rid of stains." Did she really just say that? What kind of small talk was that? Her brown eyes trailed to the ground and she could feel a small blush creep onto her cheeks.

At her.. Rather odd question, Joseph glanced up at Kyou with one eyebrow arched. Indeed, what kind of small-talk was that? The girl seemed a little nervous about starting a conversation, and rightfully so.. She was in a somewhat uncomfortable situation. Joseph uttered a low chuckle in response to her. "It's kind of funny that you asked, actually, because I have had to do that in the past." He picked a minuscule fleck of glass out from beneath his jaw. "I'm kind of accident-prone. My mother just calls me absent-minded, but in actuality, having a.. Gift," he hesitated a little on the word 'gift', as he considered it more of a curse than anything, "like mine has made me stop caring about what happens. If I walk off of a building by accident, I'll be fine. If I upset a drug dealer and get stabbed, I'll be fine." He sniffed dryly. "So yeah, I've went through a lot of hydrogen peroxide in the past."

The girl was ready for a small, awkward reply. Still staring at her feet, she was taken off guard when she heard a small chuckled erupt from beside her. Looking back up, she was more than pleased to know that her idiocy was taken well. Kyou smiled in response. It was a cute little laugh, she couldn't deny that. "Well at least you don't have to worry about accidentally creating paradoxes and disrupting the space-time continuum," the girl replied. "Or getting stabbed in a back alley and slowly bleeding to death, I guess." She wondered if her last comment was necessary, but it didn't seem like he minded odd remarks.

She scratched her cheek with her free hand and switched out for clean tissues with the other. She could start to see his face more clearly as she cleaned up the thick layers of blood. He was rather handsome, the more she looked at him. Pale skin, dark hair, intense eyes. They all fit what little she knew about him. Feeling her blush return, the girl cleared her throat. "My power is time manipulation, if you didn't catch that."

"Yeah, I caught that. There aren't very many gifts that let you create spatial paradoxes, after all," Joseph mused, one side of his lips upturned a little. As Kyou retrieved a fresh tissue, Joseph reached up and blocked her before the tissue could touch his forehead. He pulled it gently out of her grasp, fingers bushing lightly over her hand. "Thank you for your help, but I can manage from here. I don't think I'll faint from washing my face." He rest his elbows on his knees and began scrubbing away at his hands, which were caked with blood and grit. Thankfully for Kyou, Joseph hadn't noticed the redness that had crept across the girl's face.

Joseph exhaled through his nose, and dabbed the blood that dribbled out of it. He was never one to initiate small-talk, but this girl was so jumpy that he was almost afraid she'd leap out of her seat if he looked straight at her. Perhaps a casual chat would ease her nerves. "So what exactly do we do here? Are normal classes still mandatory, or is this place more... Gift-centric?" He hadn't bothered to read the brochure explaining Beata's purpose. He hadn't even been reading the guidelines and rules whilst signing admission papers. Hopefully that wouldn't come back to bite him in the ass in the future.

it's not his forgetfulness that'll bite him in the ass in the future ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)

Feeling his fingers brush softly against her skin startled her, but she did not flinch or jump like she otherwise would. Instead, she felt small pricks flicker through her hand wherever his fingers grazed it. Pulling her hand back to her core, she held it in her other hand and began twirling her thumbs. "Your welcome..." Kyou responded quietly, her brown gaze turned back to her feet.

Thankfully, the dark-haired boy took charge of the conversation, switching it over to talk about Beata. "It's like any old high school, but with the added bonus of training your powers." It was relieving to focus on something other than their current situation. From the sound of it, it didn't seem like Joseph had read the pamphlets. Kyou couldn't help by giggle to herself lightly. "I'm guess you'll need someone to show you around, right?"

maybe she didn't flinch this time, but he'll defs make her flinch in the future. in the dorm he has all to himself. ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)

Joseph made a soft, humming sound in the back of his throat after Kyou was finished explaining the academy to him. So essentially, Beata Academy was just another high school.. Only this time around, it was full of abnormally-gifted super freaks. He hadn't yet figured out if that would be a bad thing or a good thing. Joseph's power wasn't the sort that needed tempering.. Or could be tempered at all, in fact. It was simple. He got shanked, he healed, and then he walked away without a scratch on him. Perhaps he would be pitted against other students in gift-centric battles? That would certainly set this place apart from his previous school.

"Yeah, might need a few pointers to get places," he said in response to Kyou's offer. "I didn't do much reading up on this place." Just then, the nurse returned with an assortment of pills in one hand and a cup of water in the other. Joseph accepted them with a grunt of thanks, poured all the pills into his mouth at once, and with a gulp of water, was finished. The nurse blinked, perhaps a little off-put by the fact he'd just swallowed five pills at once, but said nothing, and turned away to resume her other duties. Joseph reached into his coat pocket and pulled out a half-empty box of cigarettes and a small red lighter. He'd have to wait a minute for the effects of the pills to kick in, and it'd been at least an hour since his last smoke. He placed a cigarette in between his lips, lit it, and took a long drag. He tipped his head back slightly and let the smoke drift out of the corner of his mouth. The nurse was giving him a displeased sidelong glance, but continued to hold her tongue. "So where to now?" he asked Kyou, pinching the cigarette between his index and middle fingers to hold it away from his mouth. "I think either the office or the laundromat might be my best options, personally."