#elplus

@elplus: “That looks broken.“ Ratio is buffering as he reframes everything he knows about life and death due to Kaeya hole incident. ( injury meme )

   Kaeya tries to help with the confusion on the other man's face, respectfully lowering his eye. ' More like disgregated, ' is offered in lieu of an explanation to someone who's clearly trying to logically explain how in the fuck Kaeya is missing half of his chest, and is still not only alive, but unpertubed by the loss.

   ' A very strong impact or damage suffered makes whatever part of me was hit essentially disunite in smaller parts to avoid further damage that could become unfixable, ' Kaeya explains, index finger rising to point at the floating, gray particles suspended around him. ' In fact! Part of my arm is here, here and also here- '

   A pause.

( perceive her / not accepting !! )

            𝐈𝐍  𝐀𝐍𝐘  𝐎𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐑  𝐒𝐈𝐓𝐔𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍,  someone  grabbing  her  chin  like  this  without  warning  would  have  resulted  in  the  offender  being  flattened  with  the  end  of  her  baseball  bat.  As  it  stands,  Dr.  Ratio  is  lucky  that  Stelle  is  a  little  too  out  of  it  to  react  just  so.  Throbbing  pain  squeezes  at  her  temples  and  reverberates  around  the  back  of  her  skull.  Dark  spots  dance  in  her  vision  and  threaten  to  plunge  her  into  complete  unconsciousness.  It's  only  Dr.  Ratio,  stern  but  steady,  keeping  her  anchored  and  awake.

            She  can  hear  March  fretting  in  the  background,  but  can't  make  out  what  she's  saying;  only  recognises  it's  her  from  the  high-pitched  tone  of  her  voice.  Even  Dan  Heng's  words  sound  garbled  as  she  makes  out  splashes  of  green  and  black  in  her  blurred  vision.  Only  two  words  stick  out.

            Concussion.  Stay.

            It's  supposed  to  mean  something.  She  knows  it  is,  but  Stelle  can't  make  sense  of  anything  in  this  state.  She's  so  tired.  Can't  they  just  let  her  rest?

“Doctor, if you would be so humble as to provide me with a modicum of your time, do enlighten me with your ever-desired thoughts and opinions,” Kaeya began as he looked over the program of the upcoming events to be held within Penacony, hosted by none other than the Iris Family. His tone was completely lacking any hint of mockery, yet it still toed the line of being terribly dramatical and absolutely exaggerated while a smile played upon his lips, as though he found the highest form of entertainment.

“When it comes to the arts, some would argue that they are the foundations upon which self-discovery, creativity, literacy, and emotional intelligence are built; without the arts, we would lack connection and effective communication across spoken languages. However, there are those who argue otherwise and deem the arts unnecessary in the grand scheme of things, solely focusing upon the evolution of mankind in the pursuit of knowledge, logic, and understanding of the origins of the universe itself through cold calculations and topics that would benefit from more scientific or mathematical approaches.

“Now, considering our excursion to the adult entertainment museum and your thorough critiques on the exhibits displayed, my current assumption is that you’re part of the latter side of the argument. However, I would love to hear your actual beliefs on the whole debacle through your own words, rather than rely on my own perception of a one-off experience.”

Grinning, he lifted his gaze from the pamphlet he held, his gaze ever curious and twinkling with a hint of mirth, eager to pick at the brain of the Intelligentsia Guild member.

“All those embellished words just so I can have a better, unfiltered understanding of your grand wisdom. I would be truly grateful if you would indulge me.”