A Marsh Guest

[themorbidsocialite]

Bugsby's Marshes were home to a wide and varied array of micro- and macroorganisms, the biodiversity one of its most notable features. Yes, a great many of the creatures were incredibly dangerous, but wasn't every environment filled with such risk? Surely, all one had to do to avoid assault was avoid bothering the various animals. Surely.

This was how the Morbid Socialite- Mori- found himself in the depths of the marshes, gathering samples of water, plant life, lichen, and insects to start his research. He was too busy marking notes on a variety of mushroom to notice the eyes on him. The thoughtful hum to themselves and the squeaking of tall boots, worn to avoid staining the hems of their trousers, were enough to hide the sound of something treading through the muck. They only noticed the disturbance when the bugs they'd been surrounded by had scattered. He turned and his eyes widened, finding a second pair staring into his.

"Oh, bloody 'ell."

Screaming echoed across the marsh, likely reaching at least someone's ears.

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[the_soft_hearted_maven]

Maven wanted to point out that it's a whole other matter when the stitches are on your own body, but she let it lie. Besides, she had other tasks to do.

She made her way to the living room, putting the medical supplies away. She kept them in a cabinet near the front door in case of any such emergency where she has to grab something and race out of the house.

There was still blood on the floor. There were some unused towels she could use for that. First, she reached over and picked up the Socialite's bag to relocate it away from the bloody couch.

[themorbidsocialite]

The bag was hefty, filled well to the opening, and it clinked with glass and metal. As well, it smelled heavily of mildew, mud, and a very faint, metallic must, like mummification. In general, it was a hassle to move.

The dressing was taking quite a while and likely would take longer with the injuries, if Mori knew to be especially careful. Surely, he did. He also didn't want the injuries torn open again.

There was plenty of time to see what was in the bag...

[the_soft_hearted_maven]

What a weird smell. Was Mori collecting samples out in the marsh? Hopefully they weren't destroyed in the confusion.

Oh shoot. If they were, Mori would likely insist on going back out.

If Maven checked she could ensure they were okay. And if they weren't, she could offer to go replace them. She had grown rather familiar with the marsh, whatever samples Mori was getting she was sure she could replace. Anything so they weren't putting themselves in needless danger again.

She wiped down the bag, placed it on a table, and checked inside.

[themorbidsocialite]

That was a severed human forearm. That was a mummified forearm carefully detached from the rest of the body at the elbow in such a way that it wouldn't be difficult to reattach.

Surrounding it on all sides were various jars of specimens. Living, dead, wet, dried, two burned to cinders. There was also a jar of fresh human skin, evidently a biopsy, with one of the sides charred, the faint embers of a crossed out Correspondence symbol seared into that side.

But there still sat the mummified arm, carefully encased in a pocket of velvet. It was so small...

[the_soft_hearted_maven]

Well. That would certainly not help the Nightmares.

The thing keeping her from well and truly freaking out was the fact that it was mummified, so clearly this was not the arm of someone recently killed or maimed within the last day or so.

All the same, Maven closed her eyes, stepped back, and took a deep breath.

Okay, she could see why the Socialite was reluctant to have her in his business if he was graverobbing.

She was trying not to think of how small the arm was...

(Why was Mori graverobbing and dismembering child corpses?!)

The skin was... strange, but she had seen for herself that Mori was all scarred up and suspected that they experimented on himself.

(She had little room to judge there, she reminded herself as she looked down at her now permanently green tinged nails from all the kataleptic toxicology research)

The Correspondence symbol was also weird but could be a result of them experimenting for their focus.

That's probably what this all was, stuff from the Correspondence class.

(But why a child's arm???)

Something to ask when they came out.

For now she finished cleaning. Another thing to focus on. She debated closing the bag back up. But no, she wasn't going to pretend she hadn't seen. She would leave it open.

With the remaining time she put the pot back on to gently heat up and changed into a tea gown so she was slightly more presentable for company.

[themorbidsocialite]

The soft steps of shoeless feet moved at an uneven pace down the hall behind her. A third sound, higher up, accompanied: a hand against the wall. The steps stopped and the moment seemed to last a lifetime before there came a scramble, a heavy thud, and more frantic movement in the direction of the gladstone bag. A pause, a wet and trembling sigh, then the sharp sound of the bag snapping shut, metal impacting metal. It was a biting sound, definitive and intentional and most assuredly made loud enough for the Maven to hear. Nothing else came after. No audible breaths, no footsteps, no word or sound escaped the dreadful, prolonged silence.

[the_soft_hearted_maven]

Maven heard all of this, of course. As the silence went on she went to check on Mori. Dinner was ready anyway, she needed to let them know.

[themorbidsocialite]

Mementomori was hunched over the bag, arms braced on either side, one of the wounds on the side slowly seeping once more through the carefully applied wrappings on the half open shirt (having been unable to close it all the way without disturbing the bandages). His face was unseen, blocked by a cascade of hair, the silver patch as clear as day at this angle. He was trembling slightly. When they spoke, their voice was cold, hollow, a shell of social niceties barely held together by a fraying string, a poor actor reciting their lines with nothing behind them.

"I should go. I've overstayed my welcome, clearly. Have a lovely night." He stood, face still shadowed, taking the bag's handle and pulling it to his side as he turned away.

[the_soft_hearted_maven]

Maven was already moving to block their exit as they spoke. She stood between the Socialite and the way out of the living room, bracing herself so they couldn't push her out of the way, "Mori, stop this. Please, I had only meant to check- I was afraid your samples might have broken. That's why you were in the marsh right? Getting samples for experiments? I was just going to check them, and offer to replace them if any were contaminated."

[themorbidsocialite]

Dr. Malodrema stopped, swaying as he did to keep the weight off his injured side. He didn't look angry or spiteful, he just looked hurt, tired, his eyes ringed red with the stress of the night.

"Don't pretend you didn't see it," they deadpanned. "I'm no fool, Jane. It was at the top, uncovered, clearly visible. Do you really wish to fight a man with nothing left to lose? Are you certain keeping me here is the hill you're willing to lay upon? Make your assumptions, lay your fears and anxieties at your feet, but do not keep a man from escaping the confines of a place that cannot respect his privacy and is moments from casting stones. I ask, this once, that you move. Please."

"Fortunately for you, the moment I leave here, you will never have the displeasure of directly interacting with me again. You have my word."

[the_soft_hearted_maven]

"Mori..." Maven sighed, a look of shame on her face, "I'm sorry. You're right, it was an invasion of privacy. I apologize for that. That was why I didn't close the bag. I didn't want to pretend like I hadn't seen, it felt wrong to do that, to pretend like I didn't know. And I didn't want to keep up this charade of you being okay when there was clearly something wrong. I didn't want to sweep it under the rug. This... social dance of niceties and pleasantries where we dance around the truth... I hate it. I always have." At this point tears were pricking at Maven's eyes and she was holding herself, "It feel like I'm suffocating any time I have to play such games. I didn't... I don't want to do such things with you. And for the love of God I don't want to stop talking with you or stop being your friend! Again, I could just have closed the bag and distanced myself from you without all this if I wanted to! But I don't! I... I still want to be your friend. And I hope you still want to be mine, despite my transgression tonight..."

[themorbidsocialite]

Dr. Malodrema barely moved, only really shifting to avoid pain. His voice was distant, detached, and even dropped the posh accent into the much more real Northern. "You know, I simply don't understand it. I don't, genuinely. I have spent years agonizing over every little detail, making sure I knew the rules, knew the language, knew everything I could about talking with others. I became an expert at it, able to weave words into exactly what I wanted to convey in a way everyone else could understand. We were all following the rules, I simply needed more time to learn it. But fine. Yes, we can drop the niceties. They weren't serving me anyway. Allow me to tell you honestly, truly, that I am fine. I am a grown man who can handle my own messes, my own injuries, my own hubris.

"If I am going to destroy my life, my mind, my body, then don't I reserve the right to do it on my own terms? Am I not a free man? I am fine because I say I am fine. Do as you wish, but I am going home and that is my final choice."

He was teetering. There was no way he was going home. Not in his condition. To do so would be imminent death and also a risk to the materials in the bag. There was no choice but to argue this out.

[the_soft_hearted_maven]

"And what of your samples then? What of the arm?" Maven threw out in a small voice cracked from held back tears. If Mori wasn't going to care about themself, then maybe appeal to what he does care about will. "If you attempt to leave here, you will collapse. You've reopened your stitches, this is inevitable. And someone will find you, and your bag will likely be taken from you."

[themorbidsocialite]

There. There it was. Emotion, pathos, feeling. Unfortunately, such a feeling was rage, seething just under the surface as Mori braced. "Do not bring her into this. You do not what I have had to suffer, what I have had to sacrifice, just to get to this point, and I haven't even saved her yet! You do not get to speak on behalf of a situation you don't even know! You cannot pretend to know what's best for me and my-!"

And there was the wooziness once more, the rising of blood pressure unsupported by how much was lost. His world swam and his vision blurred at the edges as his body leaned desperately for the nearest supportive surface, head held in one of his hands. "Jesus, Mary, and Joseph... I can't... Can't rightly see..."

[the_soft_hearted_maven]

Maven instantly went to Mori's side, hands coming around to support them, "Oh dear, hang on! I'll help you down slowly." She had to get Mori laying down and redo the stitches. Maybe she could get Mori to eat some Darkdew Cherries to help revitalize him. First things first, help them to the ground, get the supplies back out.

[themorbidsocialite]

Mori's breath had quickened with dizziness and delirium, unable to focus on trying to argue or fight it, slowly lowering with the Maven's assistance. He swore under his breath, trying to steady his breathing without disturbing the remaining stitches. He worked so hard on those... No, focus. He tried removing the bandaging to better reach the popped stitch and allow for deeper breaths than the bindings would allow. He was much more careful with this shirt, seeing as it wasn't his, and... Alright, moving their head down to inspect the damage was not a wise idea, as the shifting caused more dizziness and spotting in their vision. They would have to trust the Maven.

[the_soft_hearted_maven]

"Stay here." Maven didn't have to say this because, well, where was Mori going to go now? She quickly ran and got the stitching supplies again, along with rags and disinfectant. When she was back with Mori, she got to work and removing the bandages. She was not as careful as Mori with the shirt, using it to mop up the blood at their side. After sterilizing the area and the needle, she began to redo the stitching.

[themorbidsocialite]

It would take a while for the blood pressure to lower, the breathing to slow, the skin to stop flinching away at every touch. Even still, Mori was quiet, letting Jane do her work as he supported his head and guarded his eyes with one hand. Another low voice, clear in the tentative quiet.

"I'm sorry... For everything..."

[the_soft_hearted_maven]

Maven did not look up from her work, still focused on fixing the stitches. But she replied softly, "You don't have to be. I'm sorry for invading your privacy. I should have thought... of course you wouldn't want me in your bag, even if it was to check your samples. I should have thought ahead and not let the stress of the situation cloud my judgement, and I am very sorry for that."

[themorbidsocialite]

Mori was silent for a long while, breathing slow, perhaps thinking, though it was difficult to tell with their eyes hidden behind their hand. They were still and silent, the only movement being the tentative rise and fall of their chest, until...

His voice cracked as it came out, the habit of keeping it inside stressing each word as it exited his ribs via his lungs and heart.

"She was my daughter..."

[the_soft_hearted_maven]

Maven did glance up briefly at that before refocusing back on the stitches. So, not something he picked up recently from graverobbing. She wasn't sure if that was better or worse. There were many thoughts going through her head at that, but in having to pick one to vocalize she settled on, "I'm sorry for your loss. What was her name?"

[themorbidsocialite]

"Persephone. She... She liked the name Percy on occasion..." Mori struggled to still his breaths, keep from sobbing while the Maven was working. "She was only but ten when she... I couldn't save her... I need to fix it. I must fix it. She deserved a full life and to be taken so young and in so much pain... I would go to the ends of the Earth. And I did. She's why I'm here."

Controlling a shaky breath in, and out, Mori paused. "I'm sorry for snapping. You were trying to be kind. I was... too stubborn for either of our own good..."

[the_soft_hearted_maven]

"You were in pain, in multiple ways," Maven soothed Mori, "You were being pushed to your limits, it's understandable. I was pushy, regardless of any well intentions, and you reacted accordingly."

Maven was silent for a moment as she finished up the stitches, then she said, "I... I understand your pain, in a way. At least, in term of losing family. My parents... I was only eight when I lost them both, but I still remember it vividly. You never forget such... carnage..." For a moment, the air of maturity she always seemed to carry had fallen, and in its place was a young lady much too young to be trying to carry the weight of the world on her shoulders. With a breath she was back though, and she continued, "I'm sorry, I shouldn't be talking about my losses after you were talking about yours, that was rude of me. I just... wanted to say that I understand how it feels, to lose someone so important to you, and in such a senseless way."

[themorbidsocialite]

"No, no," Mori said, sitting up with a wince. "It's... Commiseration. Empathy. To lose someone so important to you so young... I can't imagine the pain. It... It rather mirrors, doesn't it? Loss at a young age and grief for a lost child. It's not... fair. This world is not fair, not to the young and the helpless. But why should it not be? Why should we be forced to live such agony when we can do something about it? The Neath is capable of bringing someone back from the dead; why can't we?"

Mori realized what he'd just rambled about and pulled back. "I apologize. That was... That was too much. Forget what I've said."

[the_soft_hearted_maven]

Maven just smiled and nodded. She was not going to do any more pushing tonight, there had been enough of that. Besides, it wasn't hard to read between the lines of what he was saying. But she would let it lie for now.

She checked her work, changing the subject herself to spare Mori, "That should do it. Let me get some darkdew cherries for you, just to get something in you right now. I can get you new clothes, and dinner should still be warm. If it isn't, it'll be easy enough to reheat."

She rose and got her bag from a nearby surface, got her bag, and pulled out a couple darkdew cherry for Mori.