All these wet noodles, good lord.

[velocirainbow]

[ So sometime late into Sunday, right before sunset, Cielo can be seen running through camp, soaked, and bleeding profusely from one of his arms. He's just screaming like an idiot, out of breath, making hand gestures at anyone in the cabins or the lodge. He doesn't stay long in one area, looking for help wherever he can.

He is also, incidentally, looking for Stan if he can find him. ]

Help--de clearin'--everybody real badly hurt, we need first-aid, I can only do so much, bandages...! Anythin' you got! An' pain medicine! We gwon need a lot!

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[velocirainbow]

[ The longest silence, where he just stares at Natsume, and finally says: ]

You like cursin' people, don't you?

[contrarianism]

Why would I do THAT?

[ citation needed, cielo. ]

[velocirainbow]

Why wouldn't you?

[ Fuck you, he doesn't need citation, the citation is the bruises on his fucking body you piece of shit. ]

[contrarianism]

[ natsume didn't cause them? something else did? ]

I've only cursed one person and no one since coming to CAMP. It's COUNTERPRODUCTIVE.

[velocirainbow]

[ :| Sounds fake but okay. ]

...

[ Wait. ]

So you CAN do dat? Curse people, I mean.

[contrarianism]

[ technically he's not wrong. ]

[ he shrugs. ]

It was necessary for the WAR.

[velocirainbow]

...

[ He blinks a few times. ]

Are you a soldier, bro?

[contrarianism]

[ head tilt. ]

I am a MAGICIAN.

[ that's not a no. ]

[velocirainbow]

... Dat... so, what, spells an' stuff?

[ He is SO confused. ]

[contrarianism]

[ I'm so sorry for natsume and enstars as a fucking canon ]

Something like THAT. Alchemy and sorcery, MOSTLY. ♪