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Name: PARISEXORCISMtalic
A -talic gender related to the Prometheus Labs format tale "GRANT REQUEST FOR THE UTILIZATION OF PARIS ARCHITECTURE TO PERFORM A MASS EXORCISM OF THE GHOSTS STILL LINGERING WITHIN THE CITY", originally translated from Polish.
Flag colors are just vibes. Flag symbol is Lightning striking the Eiffel Tower by Gabriel LoppĂŠ, uploaded to the tale from here.
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Coined for day 26 of @anomaluary, prompt: An International SCP
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This is an OLD one, basically a rewrite of a scene I had written previously and wanted a different take on it. In this one, Talic was just returned home from a prisoner exchange and woke up while recovering from his injuriesâŚ
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A loud clang from the med bay suddenly disrupted their conversation. Both heads turned in the direction of the source, and yelling echoed from inside. They ran back in and saw Talic, now wide awake, yanking out the tubes in his arms and Zanvir trying to hold him down and stop him. Ganex and Lexus ran over, grabbing his arms and holding him down against the cot. Talic was still weak from his injuries, but he yelled and fought back as hard as he could.
âTalic, itâs okay!â Lexus spoke directly into his ear. âYouâre home! Youâre not on the Maverick anymore. Youâre back at the base with us!â
âGet off me!â Talic screamed and tried to pull his arms out of their grip. âGet off! Let me go!â
Ganex and Lexus held his arms back when he tried to reach up to pull the air line from his nose.
After several seconds of fighting, Talicâs strength gave out and he laid panting on the cot. Ganex and Lexus let go of his arms and Ganex rested his hand on the top of his head.
âYouâre alright, Talic. Youâre back in the medical bay at the base. Lexus is here, Zanvir is here. All of us are here with you.â
Talic flinched at the contact and was not settled by his words. Just behind them, Alek, Byruk, and Marra rushed into the room, worried from the commotion they heard.
âHeâs awake!â Alek exclaimed. âIs he okay?â
âHe still thinks heâs on the Maverick,â Zanvir replied. âWe need to pull him back down.â
So my tablet broke... Iâm using a mouse and MS Paint for some Pixel Art! (Please, do not mind the speach bubble. Itâs intentionally difficult to read.)
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Name: Constellationtalic
A -talic gender related to the Constellation Starfish tale series.
Flag colors inspired by the Constellation Starfish poster, made by (or at least uploaded by) Elenee Fishtruck on the SCP wiki.
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Coined for day 6 of @anomaluary, prompt: A tale of your choosing
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Content warnings: fever, mystery illness, worried about loved one's health
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Lexus whimpered quietly in her sleep. Even under the blankets, she shivered like she was fighting the striking cold of winter. Next to her cot, Talic wrung out a cool, wet washcloth and placed it on her forehead. She winced slightly from the cold on her skin, muttering incoherently under her breath. Talic sighed, feeling the heat of her cheek on his knuckles.
âHer fever still hasnât come down, and none of by relief meds are working. Iâll have to start an IV if she doesnât wake up in the next hour.â
âHow long has it been now?â Ganex sat on the other side, his fingers laced together with a concerned frown.
âA while, too long. I was hoping some rest for her would help more than it has.â Talic sighed and set the cloth carefully across her forehead. âIt looked like coughing fever, but sheâs not out of breath. I have to run a few more tests to be sure.â
Lexus moaned and frowned into her pillow, her voice soft and cracked and so unlike how she normally was. It was just yesterday she was up and getting things done. It was a frightening transformation. Her temperature radiated to where Talic could feel it just a few inches from her skin. He brushed back her tangled hair and shushed her softly.
âSheâll be alright,â Ganex told him reassuringly, âYouâre taking good care of her.â
Talic nodded, but Ganex could see the tension and worry lining his expression. It was doubtful heâd slept since Lexus became ill, and he certainly wouldnât until she was better.
âI⌠Iâm trying,â Talic exhaled sharply and bit down on his lip. âMm, IâveâIâve been worried about this for a while.â
âHer getting sick?â
âAny of us, really. Being on this planet and having no fucking clue what would happen if someone caught a human illness.â Talic closed his eyes and cleared his throat. âAh, sorry.â
âItâs fine,â Ganex smiled a little. Twenty years ago, none of them would have spoken to him so casually, let alone swear in conversation. Just another sign of how their circumstances were whittling away rules and protocol. They had gotten to know each other better than most squads normally did, and he knew how close knit some were.
They were as worried for each other as they were their own families.
âMhm, TalâŚâ Lexus whispered in a breathy sigh and reached a hand out from under her blanket. He let her twitching fingers wrap around his, hoping the difference between their temperatures wasnât enough to make her away from discomfort. She still frowned, muttering words he couldnât quite make out with a concern of the worldâs weight on her mind.
Whatever troubles she faced in her dreams couldnât have matched the dread growing in Talicâs gut.
âWhat if she doesnât get better? What ifâ" Talic looked up at Ganex for the first time since he sat down. His fatigue cast a shadow over him, more than Ganex had noticed the first time. There was uncertainty, a tired and busy mind trying to think of the right solution and coming up short. Ganex wished he had the right answer for him.
âI believe she will. But for right now, weâll focus on what we can do this moment. Weâll worry about what might happen when it comes.â
Not his best advice perhaps, but it seemed to be enough as Talic quickly turned his attention back to Lexus. He squeezed her hand gently, hoping there was more he could do to bring Lexus out of her sickness. He thought about other tests he could try, other medicines and remedies to ease her discomfort. They ran through his head too fast for assurance that any of them would work.
Lexus whimpered again and curled in Talicâs direction under the blanket. Her hand squeezed back and Talicâs thoughts slowed. He exhaled slowly and brought it up to kiss softly.
If nothing else, at least he could hold her hand now.
15. The scene that will give you, personally, the most joy.
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I'll enjoy this but i don't know how many others will haha
Content warnings: minor character death mention, guilt, hospital setting, grief, mention of medical prodecures
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Lulan always figured that he could hold a good stoic expression. It had been helpful in the past when it came to dealing with bad news. It probably wasnât quite as good as Ganexâs or even Lexusâ, but it had always managed to be enough for him. It always seemed like a good quality in leaders, which hopefully some day he would be. Holding it for several hours on end, now that turned out to be a little harder.
Frankly, he was amazed he was still standing unscathed after the explosion. His balance still felt a little off from having to donate blood, but really he was fine. Only he and Byruk managed to walk away from the disaster with a few scraps and bruises. Everyone else was worse off in one way or another, and someâŚ
Far, far worse.
He sat in the post-op room next to Lexusâ bed, where she still rested while recovering from her leg wound. His eyes wandered over to the opposite side to another cot, where their friend Dosair still laid and struggled through each breath. Byruk and Alek sat next to him, somber expressions on all their faces. At least Alek was up and moving now, albeit with one arm in a sling and a nasty bruise on the side of his head.
It was hard to see Dosair like this. He almost looked like a body embalmed, skin deathly pale where it wasnât covered by gauze concealing burns from the fire. Part of one leg and one arm was gone, Talic wasnât able to save them, and tubes stretched out across his body in a web Lulan couldnât even think to begin untangling. His eyes were closed, but they werenât sure if he was resting or even knew what was going on around him. Just a few days ago he looked normal, he looked fine. Now he was almost unrecognizable.
But he was alive, thatâs what mattered. He was lucky, which they couldnât say for Lylimeph, Prash, Koladi, and HĹdek.
There were only eight of them left now. How could there only be eight of them left? They left Maltrina with thirty-one of the best fighters in the Titan Guard. In the whole Pax Rebel military. Thirty-one. It didnât make sense that they would find themselves barely hanging onto survival so far away from home. Lulan sighed, thinking a bit of twisted humor to himself. He remembered when he thought the other side of their planet was impossibly far away from home. The thought was almost funny now.
In a rather sick kind of way.
I hate this planet.
His ears twitched at the sound of footsteps coming back into the space. Ganex stepped in, followed by Talic and Zanvir behind him. There was that strong, stoic look Lulan remembered, if a bit shaded with the curtain of tragedy that fell over all of them. Talic and Zanvir looked a little worse for wear after spending hours trying to keep everyone alive.
âHow is he doing?â Ganex asked as he came and sat by the end of the cot.
âUh,â Alek cleared his throat and tried speaking in a low voice, âOkay, I think. Not really sure if heâs awake.â
âHm.â Talic came over by the head of Dosairâs cot and checked his vitals. Lulan could see his exhaustion in each movement he made. Losing four teammates was hard for all of them, but he imagined being the one to try saving and still losing them was weighing heavily on Talic. All of them watched as he gave Dosair another dose of painkillers before turning back to him.
âHey, DoDo,â Talic leaned in close to his ear and spoke clearly, âCan you hear me? How you doing, bud?â
All eyes were on Dosair, waiting, hoping there would be a response. The only sounds heard were Dosairâs labored breathing and the machines working to keep him alive. The air felt cold in the few second before his fingers twitched and he let out a breathy âY-yeahâŚâ
A small smile appeared on Talicâs face as they all let out a collective sigh. Lulan smiled too. This was good, Dosair was going to get better now. The light at the end of the tunnel was looking brighter now.
âThatâs good,â Talic grabbed his bioscanner from his front pocket, âI just need to check a few readings and tests, itâll be quick.â
He switched on a small light on the end and shined it into each of Dosairâs eyes. All of them watched as he took notes on Dosairâs response time, neural activity, blood pressure, every little thing it seemed like. But it was done with such precision that it barely took any time at all. Lulan admitted to himself that watching Talic work was always interesting. One of the best medical professionals heâd ever known.
âAlright, that wasnât too bad, was it? Pain meds should be working now. Need anything else, DoDo?â
âCanâŚâ Dosairâs fingers twitched on his stomach, struggling to lift as he pointed to himself. âW-Water⌠dryâŚâ
âYeah, sure. Byruk, can you get a glass of water?â
Byruk nodded and stood quickly to retrieve one. While he was away, Alek shifted closer to his side. âHow are you feeling, DoDo?â
âMm, shitâŚâ Dosair tried to give him a half-smile. âYou look like⌠you need⌠naptime.â
âHa ha.â Alek rolled his eyes, but it did make him smile a little. At least Dosairâs wry humor was still intact.
Byruk came back with a glass of water and handed it to Talic. The group watched as he helped Dosair lift his head to drink. Lulan thought the sight was strange. It was only a few days ago all of them were working together, training and laughing like nothing was wrong. He was fine, happy. All of them were.
At least now he was awake.
He was going to be fine.
âThe pain medication is bound to wear off in a few hours or so,â Talic told him as he set aside the now empty glass, âJust let me know when it gets too bad, okay?â
Dosair winced as he tried to shift underneath his sheets. His head rolled to the side, facing Talic and Ganex. âOthers⌠hurtâŚ?â
It felt like a stone dropped in Lulanâs stomach, and he was sure the same was felt all across the room. He was bound to ask the question at some point. Dosair wasnât dumb, he knew there was no possibility he was the only one who was hurt in the explosion. Even his exhausted expression held anxiousness in the waiting to the response. Lulan looked up at Talic and Ganex, who exchanged sad looks with each other.
This was going to crush him.
âIt⌠got bad,â Talic finally broke the silence, âWe lost some people. Prash⌠Koladi⌠HĹdekâŚâ
âLylimephâŚ? Dosair let out a tearful sigh, âOkayâŚ?â
Lulan bit down on his lip and exhaled sharply. Thatâs right, he thought. Dosair had a thing for her, it wasnât surprising that he would ask about her first. He noticed Talic fidgeting more, wringing his hands together as he tried to think of the right words to break the news. Ganex rested a hand on his shoulder, nodding once as they locked eyes. Talic sighed and looked back at Dosair.
âSheâs resting now. And you need to rest more too, so you can see her in a bit. Okay?â
Lulan blinked.
What?
What did he just say? Did he mishear what Talic actually said? He looked around at the rest of the team. Only Ganex and Zanvir seemed to not be as surprised as he was. The rest of them look at each other in confusion and growing hurt. He felt his heartbeat start to pick up and his breath quicken, a complete contrast to Dosairâs sigh of relief as he rested back against his pillow.
âO-Okay⌠goodâŚâ Lulan felt the wrongness growing in his chest at the growing relaxed expression Dosair had. His eyes darted back at Ganex, who looked around the rest of them with somberness.
âWe will leave you to catch up on some rest, Dosair,â Ganex said in a gentle voice, âThe rest of you, letâs keep any discussions or questions outside of the medbay, understood?â
There was silence in the moments following. Like Lulan, the others seemed just as baffled and unsure of how to respond. Zanvir was the first, nodding with a grunted âyesâ which prompted Alek and Byruk to reply in kind.
Lulan said nothing.
He couldnât stay in the room any longer, not with how he felt his chest pounding up into his ears with each passing second. Without a word, he stood and stormed out, positive it probably raised some eyebrows as he left. He didnât care what everyone else thought about him. He was angry, and they could deal with it.
He walked until he reached the bunks, opening up his and Talicâs room and slumping against the wall. He glared off into space, feeling a growing heat behind his eyes and hoping it wasnât tears. He growled, pressing his forehead to his knees and gripping the ends of his hair. Lulan had never really been one to cry. For him, the same energy that went into tears was better spent doing something useful, or something to just get the energy out.
But he hadnât quite felt like this before. And it was overwhelming.
Why did he have to keep losing friends? It wasnât fair, monumentally not fair. His hands balled into tight fists, already shaking as he tried to breathe through it. They lost so many friends already. Their whole team was almost gone, killed far from home and buried on a strange planet. And now they had to do it again, but this time it seemed while lying to their friends in the process.
It. Wasnât. Fair.
Lulan wasnât sure how much time had passed before he heard the sound of footsteps outside the room. He looked up to see Talic opening up the room across from theirs, Dosairâs room. Without thinking, Lulan sprang to his feet and caught Talicâs shoulder before he stepped inside.
âWhy did you say that to him?â He ignored the flinch in Talicâs shoulders as he whipped him around. âWhyâd you let him believe Lylimeph is okay?â
âLulan, weâŚâ Talicâs voice was heavy with exhaustion, âWe talked it over, and⌠for the condition heâs in now, we believed it would be easier. Give him some time to come to terms with it.â
âBut you lied to him! Heâs gonna be waiting to talk to her, and itâll crush him when he finds out sheâs dead!â
Talic tried to respond, but couldnât manage any words. He just looked at Lulan with regret and sorrow. And it felt like the final nail in the coffin. He wanted to deny it, not think about it. But reality never cared what he wanted.
âSo he is going to die.â The tension in Lulanâs throat was enough to break his voice a little. âWhy couldnât you just say it to his face?â
âLulan, heâs just barely woken up. I donât want to hit him with everything at once before heâs ready!â
âThatâs not your fucking choice to make!â Lulanâs voice rose to a shout. âDosair should be able to face the truth without us interfering, but you want to lie and take that dignity away from him?! How the hell do you justify that?!â
He saw the tension growing in Talicâs jaw as he tried to remain steady. But he glared back at him with the same anger and pain.
âIf youâre angry about me not telling you about Dosairâs condition until now, then Iâm sorry,â Talic snapped back, âBut donât you dare make this about some betrayal of confidence to you or the others. For better or worse, this is what weâve decided is going to be easiest for him before he goes.â
âI guess you have enough practice taking care of dying strangers,â Lulan growled at him. âBut I figured youâd have a little more sympathy for someone you actually care about!â
ââŚStop it, Lulan.â
âWeâre a team, weâre supposed to be there for each other when things are fucking impossible! Thatâs supposed to mean something to you!â
âShut up.â
âBut youâd rather make it easier on yourself and lie to Dosair like heâs a child!â
âWhat else am I supposed to do?!â Talic hollered at the top of his lungs, making Lulan flinch. In an instant, he finally noticed the bags under Talicâs eyes, the sullen look of exhaustion and grief that hung over him as he shook with anger. He wasnât sure why he didnât see it as clearly before. He certainly did now with Talic screaming in his face.
âI did everything I could to keep them alive, all of them! And nothing about it is fucking easy! I did everything right, everything I was supposed to do, and I still couldnât fix it! Heâs lost his liver, both fucking kidneys, half his intestines, and a whole lung! You canât live without those things, you canât fix them! I canât fix any of it! Iâm not a miracle worker! You donât have any idea what this has been like, none! So donât give me a fucking lecture over whatâs easy or right!â
Lulan stood in stunned silence, unable to think of a response as the hallway echoed Talicâs shaky breath. Talic never got angry, not even when he was frustrated. But here, Lulan saw heâd struck a deep and painful nerve and brought it out into the light.
âThe best we can all do for him now is make him comfortable as he goes. âTalic stared daggers into him with glistening eyes. âUntil then⌠do not go thinking this is just another case to me. Heâs my friend too.â
Neither of them spoke, standing in a cover of tension and anger thick enough to cut with a knife. They glared at each other, a silent dare for the other to say one more word. It was distracting enough that neither of them heard the sound of footsteps heading towards them.
âWhat is going on here?!â Both of them flinched at Ganexâs voice snapping the silence away. They stepped away from each other, Lulan lacing his fingers behind his neck and Talic covering his mouth with one hand. Neither of them looked at Ganex as he approached.
âWell? Either of you, hm?â They knew he wouldnât leave without some kind of answer. Lulan turned back toward him, staring at the floor as he tried to think of what to say.
âWeâll be fineâŚâ Talic murmured first, âJust⌠disagreement.â
âI understand,â Ganex sighed, âthat keeping yourselves together feels an impossible task right now. And there will be time for us to grieve in the way we need to, but it is not now and not by going after each other. Is that clear, both of you?â
Talic and Lulan took a moment to breathe, collecting themselves before turning back to Ganex, without looking at each other again.
âYes, sir.â
ââŚYes, sir.â
âNow⌠Talic, gather the things Dosair asked for. I will speak to each of you personally, when this is all over.â
Talic nodded and went back into Dosairâs open room. Lulan watched him come back out with two pillows before walking past them back to the med bay.
âDoDoâs pillows?â Lulanâs voice was barely above a whisper now.
âYes,â Ganex nodded, âHe wanted them for his neck, says that he wonât be able to sleep with them otherwise.â
Lulan bit down on his lip until it felt like it would bleed. His sight blurred, and it nearly shocked him as tears started spilling over his cheeks.
âItâsâŚâ he exhaled slowly, âItâs not right, Ganex. Itâs not fair to him. It⌠Itâs not fucking fair.â
Ganexâs expression softened and he rested a hand on his shoulder. âWhether itâs fair or not is something weâll have to decide later, but Iâm sorry you had to find out this way. Blame me if you want to be angry, but do just one thing.â
âWhat?â Lulan quickly wiped away the tears.
âMake peace with Talic when this is over. The coming months are going to be harder, and we need to rely on each other more than ever.â
âFine,â Lulan grumbled, but then sighed and shook his head, âNo, IâI will, I promise. I donât think I meant any of it, but⌠Iâll make it right.â
Ganex sighed, âWe will tell him when the time comes, but no one will blame you if you need some time aloneâ"
âNo,â Lulan cut him off, âIâll be fine. I⌠I want to be there for him.â
âAlright then.â Ganex swung his arm over Lulanâs shoulders and the two of them walked back toward the med bay. Neither of them spoke again, Lulan trying to breathe through the wave of emotion trying to overtake him. He didnât feel ready to face it, but it wasnât really up to him now. He need to be there for Dosair, for all of them.
Whatever came next, they had to be there for each other.
"No, you should be paying attention to Alek or Byruk. They need your help a lot more than me. I'll be fine."
Talic growled a little in annoyance under his breath. He watched Zanvir turn away from him to continue cleaning the rest of the medical instruments. He always did this, minimized his own health and concerns by saying others should be prioritizes first. While that may have been true a few times, Zanvirâs growing limp currently became Talicâs primary concern.Â
âThey will be fine, Zanvir. All they really need now is time for rest. You on the other hand are worse than when I brought this up three days ago. We have time now, so weâre talking about it now.âÂ
Zanvir growled and set down a freshly cleaned scalpel. He looked back at Talic with a disgruntled look and inhaled deeply.Â
âYes, I may have been a little more stiff the past few days. It happens on occasion, believe it or not, as I've been getting older. Amazing what we've been able to uncover with our combined medical expertise, right?"
"I do believe it, actually," Talic was good to match his sarcasm. "But see, I also don't want it to develop into something worse, especially if it's something easily preventable. That would just be bad."
Zanvir scoffed. "You're worrying too much."
"Oh God, a doctor who's concerned for his patients, how terrible." Talic pointed firmly at one of the observation benches. "Now, please sit and let me help you."
Zanvir narrowed his eyes at him, but must have decided it wasn't worth arguing anymore and turned to sit down. Talic didn't always win their battles, so he was glad and didn't plan on gloating. He came up in front of him and knelt down, propping Zanvirâs leg up on his thigh and searching for any issues.
âThis is pretty rigid,â Talic ran his fingers from his ankle along the wall of his booster. The color of his skin looked dull and flaky too. âHave the supplements not been working properly?â
Zanvir said nothing and Talic stared up at him, the realization now dawning on him. âYou havenât been taking them.â
âI have been,â Zanvir corrected him, âIâve just had to ration them out a bit more. We donât have an unlimited supply.â
âWhen was the last dose?â
â⌠About eight days ago.â
Talic sighed and looked over his other foot. Just the same as the first, growing rigid and losing flexibility along the wall of the booster. Nothing that couldn't be mended at this stage, but Talic knew that it had to be hurting him to walk around like this for so long. Grounders had to take supplements to keep their systems healthy with no jets or wheels to do the work. While he understood why Zanvir made this decision, her still didn't like it.
"I just wish you told me sooner."
"Eh," Zanvir waved his hand dismissively, "I can take care of myself. It's not like I haven't dealt with this kinda stuff before."
"You just haven't deal with it while being over seven hundred."
Zanvir exhaled and nodded. Good, he was conceding to at least one good point. "I've planned out the amount that's left. Even with me now being the only one needing them, there's enough left for five years if I ration, but only two if I take them regularly."
Therein lay the topic none of them really wanted to think about, just how much longer they would be stuck on this planet. The cruel irony was they had to think about it for reasons just like this one. Their supplies wouldn't last forever, and they had to hope help would come soon.
At least Earth wasn't a desolate world. It offered them some chances.
"Look, start taking them regularly for now until this improves," Talic said as he set Zanvir's foot down, "I'll start looking into a way to synthesize more in the lab. Who knows, maybe we'll find a viable alternative on Earth. But... just do that for now, okay?"
Talic knew very well he couldn't make Zanvir do anything without his cooperation. The best he could hope for was to try and convince him through words and the discomfort not listening to his advice would lead to.
"Hm," Zanvir huffed and stood up, "I'll take some now."
He left without another word, still limping slightly as he exited the room. Talic watched him, getting the feeling that he would still try to ration the supply out.
